Only one way to find out.
29
RUN
REESE
Wow.
I knew the Voss family was wealthy, but this was on a whole new, entirely disgusting level.
The “manor” was an enormous estate that sat on what was about thirty acres of land, and the driveway was like…two miles long.
Probably not, but it felt like it. Especially in the new shoes Dakota had gotten me. Breaking them in on his family’s driveway was not what I’d envisioned, but they were the nicest pair I owned now. I couldn’t exactly walk into this with my dirty sneakers that were riddled with holes, could I?
I mean, I could, but I didn’t want to.
“Nervous?”
I looked over at Dakota, who had a lollipop in his mouth, his cheek bulging with it. “We’re about to have a feast, and you’re gorging yourself on candy?”
He pulled the lollipop out and pressed it against my lips before I knew what he planned on doing.
I sputtered and shoved his hand away. “What—I don’t want that, it’s been in your mouth!”
I licked my lips, trying to get rid of the sticky candy he’d smeared on me.
Dakota’s eyes were fastened on my lips. “What? My tongue’s in my mouth and you like to suck on that.”
I thought I’d be used to the things he said by now, but my face still started to burn. “You?—”
He grabbed my elbow and pulled me to a stop. “Come here darling, you’ve got something on your face.”
“Dakota—”
He wasn’t listening to me, just leaned in and licked along my bottom lip. He made a satisfied humming sound, then framed my face in his hands and stepped closer. “Still got some stuff here.”
He slotted one of his legs between mine, his thigh pressing into my hardening dick. I moaned into his mouth and clutched at the lapels of his shirt as my hips started to move.
Then he abruptly stepped back and slid the lollipop back into his mouth, grinning at me like an asshole.
“You’re such a dick,” I said breathlessly, glaring at him.
But he was a sexy dick. He’d put on a dress shirt—I didn’t even know he owned one—and nice slacks for the party, pulling out all the stops for Val. Black Chucks completed the delicious ensemble.
I, on the other hand, was wearing the nicest sweater I owned—which wasn’t so nice—and a pair of black jeans I was trying to pass off as dress pants.
He laughed and kissed the side of my head, then ran his hands through the growing strands. “Your hair’s getting longer. Want me to even it out for you later?”
I reached up to tug at a lock. “Maybe.”
“So? Are you nervous?”
I glanced sidelong at Dakota, who now had a bag of candy instead of a lollipop. “Nope,” I lied.
“Liar.”
I pushed him, then felt horrible when he dropped his candy and looked utterly devastated.
