A light gleamed in Heather’s eyes, and she smiled huge. “Really?”
“Yep, really.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Do you think you and Arizona would be up for...?”
“I’m up for it if she is.” Heather giggled coquettishly. “And you’re right, he does deserve a treat.” She pulled out her cell phone and clicked on it before holding it against her ear. “I’ll ask her now.”
I sat back in my chair, suddenly feeling very pleased with myself.
Maybe I couldn’t give Diablo what he really wanted, but one thing I could arrange was for him to have the night of his life. One he’d never forget.
The fucker deserved that at least.
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“Baby,”I breathed, my hips jerking uncontrollably as Saint sucked me deep down her throat. “Fuuuuuck.”
Her fingers stroked my balls. I felt her throat close around the tip of my dick good and tight as she swallowed, then she hummed.
“Goddamnit,” I yelled. “Fuck yes!” I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw as my cock erupted like a lava-filled volcano.
Saint hummed again, and I almost hit the roof when I was catapulted to the goddamned heavens. The cum spurted from my dick and down my woman’s throat with a force that shocked even me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head when I felt her throat work as she swallowed it all down as if it were the best beverage in the world.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I panted softly as I drifted back down to Earth. “What the fuck...?” I was so spent that I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. My woman sucked me off so good that she made me forget how to goddamned speak.
She slid her hot, tight little mouth up my length and released me with a pop before she moved up the length of my body and burrowed her head into the crook between my neck and shoulder, asking, “Better?”
“Fuck yeah,” I scraped out, my chest rising and falling so hard that I thought I was about to bust a fucking stitch. “Never in my life have I come that hard,” I panted, my eyes drifting closed. “Jesus fuck, Saint. What magic is it you weave?”
“Throat control,” she announced.
I cracked an eye open. “Huh?”
“Singing lessons taught me how to control my voice and do throat exercises. Seems you’re getting the benefit of that at the moment, though I guess someone has to because the fans aren’t.”
A chuckle left my throat.
Fans' loss, my gain.
“Was thinking,” I murmured. “Why don’t we give it a few weeks so I can heal a little more and get off my pain meds, then we could jump on a flight, go to Vegas, and get married.”
Her body stiffened.
I pulled my head free of hers and peered down at her face. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
“Yeah, you’re okay, or yeah, we’ll go to Vegas?” I asked.
She wriggled up the bed so our faces were close and whispered, “Both.”
Leaning forward, I kissed her softly. “You wanna call your folks and ask if they wanna come?”
She shook her head, her gorgeous blue eyes clouding over with pain. “No. Unless I marry in a church, it doesn’t count in their eyes. According to Dad, Vegas is the Devil’s town. He wouldn’t step foot within ten miles of the place.” She let out a snort. “He won’t even come to LA.”
“You wanna get married in your dad’s church?” I asked. “It’s not really us, but I’d do anything to make you happy.”
She shook her head. “No, you’re right, it’s not us. Vegas is perfect. Can we get Elvis to marry us?”
“Fuck yeah,” I agreed. “That’ll be hilarious. But now I’ve gotta dilemma. Hendrix is my closest brother, but we owe Diablo everything. Who am I gonna ask to stand up with me?”
