“That’s it.” I groan. “It doesn’t matter what you do—” I choke on my words when her nails dig into my thigh. “Yeah. Ilike all that. Ilike everything.”
Her lashes fall as she slides me a little farther into her mouth.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” I grab her ponytail and tilt her head back. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. Let me see those hazel eyes while you take me down your throat.”
That gaze holds a little snarky defiance when it meets mine again, but that’s perfect. Exactly what I want. I’m a riot of sensations, electricity sparking in my veins and pulsing in my spine.
Her fingers flex on my thighs as she works me all the way to the back of her throat. My legs threaten to give out, so I press one hand on the door to hold myself up while the other cradles her cheek. “You’re doing so fucking good, Fable.”
She slides back, swirls her tongue over the tip, and then pushes forward again, and I’m crumbling rapidly. My hand fumbles to her ponytail, twisting her hair around my fist, like it has a mindof its own. I’m shaking with the effort of holding myself back from fucking her hot mouth.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she pulls away enough to whisper, “Do it. Ican take it.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to argue before her mouth is on me again, and she’s reaching behind her head to show me what she wants. And what she wants is for me to be rougher. More desperate. More greedy.
Her eyes hold a hunger I’ll never forget as she tilts her head back and I tentatively thrust farther. “You like that?” I grit out. “When I’m so desperate for you I can’t control myself?”
She hums in pleasure as I slide back in, harder this time. One hand to her cheek and one gripping her hair, I hold her still, savoring the way her lips circle me and her cheeks hollow out with every pull.
Her nails dig crescents into my hips, but the little burst of pain only spurs me to thrust harder. When tears drip from the corners of her eyes and run down her temples, I come undone. Pressure ricochets through my bones and zips up my spine. Igroan her name, holding myself still, watching her blink rapidly as I pulse down her throat.
She takes it all so perfectly, and when I pull away, her lips close with a smug smirk. Her throat bobs on a heavy swallow.
“Fucking hell, Fable,” I manage, voice hoarse as I devour every detail of her appearance. She’s disheveled in the most erotic way—hair mussed and clothes askew, a drop of my cum on the corner of her lips.
I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life.
I reach out to slide my thumb over the drop and she sticks out her tongue to catch it. “Fable Oaks, you greedy girl,” I murmur, watching her lick it off. “Come here.” I pull her up andcollapse back against the door, tugging her with me until our bodies are pressed together. I’m delirious and blissed-out and don’t want to stop touching her. “Come home with me. I’ll clean you up. Put you in my clothes. Cook you dinner. Tuck you into my bed.”
“Can’t,” she says, pressing a quick kiss to my lips then stepping away.
“And why’s that?” I ask, pulling my shorts back into place and grabbing my shirt.
She opens the door and walks out into the drizzling rain, squinting back at me. “Promised Logan I’d help him inventory some things tonight.”
I follow her and lock the door behind us. “Funny, he didn’t mention that when I talked to him earlier.”
“What—” She starts, but I grab her hand and run toward our vehicles.
When we reach her Bronco, it takes her a couple tries to get the door open, but when she finally does, she tumbles inside and looks back at me. Rain sluices down my face as she asks, “What did you need to talk to him about?”
“Mmm. That’s a secret,” I tell her. “Just be ready at eight tomorrow morning.”
She lets out an annoyed sound—something between a scoff and a whine. “For what?”
“You need an overnight bag!” I say before shutting her door and jogging around my truck.
Through the window, I see her throw her arms up and shout something to me, but I just wink, and that pisses her off so much that she throws her vehicle into gear and pulls out of the parking spot.
A few minutes later, I get a string of quick texts.
Fable:Where are we going?
Fable:And why?
Fable:No sleepovers, remember??
Fable:Theo. Answer me.
