“Are you kidding me?”
“If anyone sees us, they’ll just think I’m a hooker giving you a BJ.”
My brain fries as she sucks me down her throat and holds it there. “Jesus, Selkie,” I wrap my hands around her ponytail and hang on as she mouths me.
She comes up for air, swipes her hand across her mouth to get rid of her saliva. Then she goes deep again and hangs on until she starts to choke.
“I’m gonna come,” I say, slightly embarrassed at how fast I’m losing it.
“Mmmm,” she says because her mouth’s full of cock.
“Selkie, I can’t hold back.”
She eases up slightly and I think she’s gonna pull out, but instead she mouths the head, sucking it like a lollypop. She looks up at me with expectation in her eyes and the last of my willpower disappears. I explode so hard I see stars.
“Jesus fuck,” I roar. Then when I get my bearings, I yank her to her feet and tightly wrap my arms around her. “You’re a fuckin’ miracle.” I grind my lips against hers, taking her mouth like she took my dick, my tongue savouring her sweetness.
When we come up for air, she grins. “That’ll be $200 bucks.”
“You’re not charging enough.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Selkie
I’m laughing as we get in the truck, Eight’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. It feels so good and what’s even better is the lightness in Eight. The tension is gone, he’s smiling and playful. I’ve never seen this side of him and I’m so glad it exists.
“We should do that again,” he says as he backs out of the alley and turns the truck in the direction of Sagebrush. “Except I get to choose where.”
“I’m good with that,” I say, as I snuggle as close as I can with the bloody console in the way.
He reaches over and strokes the back of my head. “I should’ve done you. Held off. Fucked you up against the wall.”
I think about how amazing that would have been, but I haven’t showered in 24 hours. During that time, we had sex, then sex again, then seriously fucked. And I’m still wearing the clothes I wore yesterday or was it the day before? I’ve lost track.
“That’s a big no, fella,” I reply. “Not until I shower. I smell like I’ve been buried in a garbage bin for three days.”
He sniffs his armpit. “Point taken. I’m no bunch of roses either.”
I don’t need to sniff his armpit to know that.
The trip to Sagebrush alternates between easy chatting and silence, then intense yawning as we both try not to fall asleep. Him more than me, but that’s why I can’t sleep. Must keep him awake, Selkie. Must get home safely.
He parks in the garage when we get to his house, and we walk like zombies through the door and into the living room.
“I have nothing to wear,” I say. “And I’m not putting on these clothes until they’re washed.” I pluck at my shirt to make my point.
“Take them off and I’ll put them in the washer.”
“That doesn’t solve the problem of me having nothing to wear.”
“Why do you need to wear anything? It’s not like it’s going to stay on for long.”
I look over his shoulder to Chloe’s picture on the mantle place. “Because,” I reply, groping for words. “Just because.” I’m going to have to get used to Chloe in our lives. I believe Eight when he says she’s firmly in his past. But she will always be a presence because she’s Oscar’s mom and the memories of her have to be precious so he understands that he was loved by her.
I blink away the wetness in my eyes, then put on my resting bitch face. “A tee would be sufficient if you have one.” I wrinkle my nose. “Not Iron Maiden. I prefer Rolling Stones.”
“I don’t have any other tees that have logos on them,” he replies.
