I slurp and lick and taste as if this is my last meal. I switch back and forth between her holes, swirling my tongue and dipping inside.
Raven’s legs shake from her impending second orgasm. She rocks her pelvis against my face and chants my name. Her entire body tenses, pushing her into a tornado of bliss. She shudders, moaning as I guide her through her climax.
When I’m done, Raven starts to tip, but Knox sweeps her up, carrying her in his arms as she hums completely satisfied. We walk back to the truck as I gather our clothing along the way.
Knox sits Raven on the tailgate, and I use my shirt to wipe all the fluids from her body.
Soon, I’ll make her wear our scent all night. But for now, I want her to know what it means to be taken care of.
I move Raven to the cab, buckling her seatbelt, then join Knox in putting everything away. When we climb in on either side, we find Raven fast asleep.
Knox looks at me over her head, emotion churning in his eyes, and I know exactly how he feels.
She is everything.
She is home.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
RAVEN
My eye twitches as I listen to Kaitlyn LeBossy drone on and on about the Halloween carnival at the PTO meeting that I debated skipping. I should be paying better attention, but with every word that leaves her mouth, all I can think about is how she’s used her words to hurt people.
Kaitlyn is just like the girls I grew up with. They walk around with their noses in the air as if no one else matters. Like we all live to serve her majesty, Queen Kaitlyn. Now that’s one monarchy that I would happily overthrow and party at their beheading in the town square.
The elementary cafeteria probably isn’t the best place to be spewing hatred with my eyes, but this is my outlet, and I’m taking it.
As I’m distracted plotting Kaitlyn’s demise, a woman plops down in the seat next to me. Her gorgeous appearance doesn’t distract me from the abnormality of the situation. No one has sat next to me at the last two meetings. I’m pretty sure Kaitlyn and her minions have threatened every other mom into making me feel ostracized. I hope this brave soul doesn’t get backlash for not obeying the creed of Dictator Kaitlyn LeBitch.
I study her with my guard up. You never know what may happen when you’re in a room full of vultures, as Camden would call them. It doesn’t help that this woman looks as if she were cut from the same cloth as Kaitlyn. Bleached blonde hair, lip fillers, orange skin. Her eyes are hidden behind Gucci sunglasses, and her nails are painted blood red.
“Raven, are you sure you have everything you need for the dunk tank?” Kaitlyn inquires, drawing me from my observation of the new woman. Her brow is raised, like she’s throwing down a challenge.
Sitting up in my chair, I’m unwilling to let her see me as anything but what I am—Montgomery retribution. “In the last email, you said the PTO already has the tank, baseballs, and everything else. So, I guess the real question is, areyousure you have everything for the dunk tank?”
I see your challenge, and I raise you an insult.
“I assure you, we do.” Kaitlyn’s fake smile wouldn’t fool a blind person. Her frustration crawls up her shoulders as she addresses someone else about their assignment, like the good micromanager she is.
“My hat is off to you,” the woman next to me whispers with a smile on her lips.
“Thanks,” I respond. “All in a day’s work.”
My potential new friend continues the conversation, “She stuck you with the dunk tank?”
“Yeah, I was late to the first meeting,” I explain.
Kaitlyn’s glare turns deadly in my direction. “Anything you’d like to share with the rest of us, Raven? We’re always open to new ideas.”
Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother to hide the motion. Public humiliation doesn’t faze me. I open my mouth, prepped with a quip, but my neighbor interjects.
“Now, now, Katie. No need to pitch a hissy fit.” Then she lowers her sunglasses and gives Kaitlyn a wink.
Kaitlyn flinches, blinking rapidly. She flounders for a response, then clears her throat. “Anyway, setup will begin promptly at noon.”
Tuning out Kaitlyn’s redundant information dump, I lean so I can whisper lower. “It seems it should be me taking my hat off toyou.”
She smirks. “I’ve known Katie for a long time. She’s always been one to go on power trips.”
