“Thanks, Lavone.” I slip her a hundred, and then Cillian and I are gone.
“You should get yourself a couple of jocks,” he says in the car, and I ignore the tightness in his voice when he adds, “He’ll probably like those too.” He’s doing the most Cillian thing—trying to be supportive of someone he loves, regardless of his own feelings.
I drive him back to the house but keep the car idling outfront. “I’m gonna go watch Shai while he works.”
Cillian cocks a brow. “Watch him while he works?”
I shrug. Like he doesn’t do that shit with Ollie, only I don’t say that because then he’ll think this thing with Shai is more than it is.
“Be good. You need anything?”
“Nah, I’m straight.”
Cillian grins. “Not so straight.”
“Guys are fun.” I pump my brows, and he laughs.
Once I’m at the Pizza Palace, I find a booth where I can see Shai easily while he works in the back. He doesn’t notice me right away, and I don’t tell him I’m here, just…watch him—the way he moves, the way he stands, the way he fucking breathes. Everything about him intrigues me.
Eventually, he notices me, gives me a small grin and an up-nod. Chet, one of the managers, is speaking to him. I fucking hate that guy, and he’s lucky he’s not dead. It’s him who let Ollie walk home alone the night he was hurt earlier this year. When their conversation is finished, Shai walks over and slides into the booth across from me. “I’m taking a break, but I’m staying late tonight.”
I frown. That’s no fun. Now I have to sit here even longer. “You should quit your job while we’re fucking.”
He rolls his eyes. “I can’t quit my job. We’re not all you.”
But I could take care of him. I could pay for what he needs, but then, how would that make sense? He’s screwing me to pay off what he owes me, yet I’m giving him money? My brain is doing fucked-up shit again.
I slide the bag across the table toward him. I love that even though we’re in public, when he takes it, he doesn’t try to hide what is clearly from a lingerie company. I cross my arms, leaning back against the seat while Shai sets the bag in his lap, looking through what’s inside.
“Fuuuuck. This is a nice surprise,” he says, his voice sexy and gritty.
“Are you hard?”
“Yes.”
I get out of my seat and move over so I’m beside him, pressing my hand against his growing bulge and massaging it with my palm.
“Jesus, Cherry. I’m all boned up. What are you going to do with me?”
“Bathroom,” I answer simply, then get up and walk away.
Shai doesn’t have to be asked twice. He scoops up the bag and follows me.
I grab some kid from one of the booths—I’ve seen him around campus—jerk him to his feet, and pull him along with us.
“Dude. What the fuck?” he complains.
“Shut up.” We get to the bathroom, and I push him against the wall. “Don’t let anyone go in here. Don’t walk away until we’re done.”
He curses under his breath, but I can see the resolve. He’ll do as told.
The second we’re in the bathroom, not even in one of the stalls, I drop to my knees. I don’t give a fuck how dirty it is in here, I want him. I work his pants open, shove them down along with his underwear, and immediately suck his thick, hot shaft into my mouth.
I never imagined how much I would love sucking dick. There’s something powerful about it. I felt it when I blew Ollie, but it’s even more intense with Shai. It’s not like the power and control I feel in other areas of my life; it’s this live, pulsing thing inside me, knowing that I’m making him feel so good.
Shai threads his fingers through my hair. “Fuck, look athow much you can take, Ror. You’re so good for me, so fucking good at taking my cock in your ass…your mouth…like you were made for it.”
Everything he said makes my dick throb, but my brain latches on to one word—Ror. Cillian and the crew call me that, but Shai has never used it, and hearing it on his tongue alters my brain chemistry, makes me thrum with this electric spark, the snap and crackle going off beneath my skin.
