Page 76 of Wild Wind


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“If slash when,” she shot back.

“What?”he asked.

“You said ‘if we go the distance and have kids.’But thatisn’t ‘if.’It’s ‘if slash when’ and the ‘if’ only stands when you’re beingridiculous and it’s annoying me.Like now.”

And suddenly, Jagger couldn’t give less fucks about howwrong she was about the Disney theme park debate.

“Are you that into me, baby?”he asked softly.

“Are you really asking me that question?”she asked back,not softly.“You’ve got a truck, Jag.It was you who put me on the back of yourbike two hours ago.For me, I know what I like and I don’t have any hangupsgoing for it.But I wouldn’t hassle with going to a date’s brother’s house fordinner and what that might communicate unless I intended to know that date andhis brother really freaking well.”

“Come here,” he murmured, gripping her ribs and pulling herdown to him.

She put a hand on his chest and stated, “You need tounderstand now, I’m Beatles, not Stones.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”He gripped her tighter.“Come here.”

“Though ‘Gimme Shelter’ might have the best lead-in of anyrock song in history.”

“Baby?”

“What?”

“Shut up andcome here.”

She stared in his face.

Then she slid her hand up his chest to his neck and backinto his hair.

And she came there.

It was morning, and like the day before, Archie hadwoken before him.

But unlike yesterday, she didn’t wake up in the mood towatch him sleep.

She woke in a very different mood.

And she made it so Jagger woke up in that same mood.

Which was why they were now face to face, she had her legthrown over his hip, and he had two fingers knuckles-deep in her wet, tightpussy.

She went for his dick.

“Nope, hands off,” he growled, shifting his hips away.

“Baby,” she moaned, her hips moving with his fingers.

“The first time I come for you, I come in you.”

She whimpered.

“Ride those,” he ordered, then to scatter her attention withthe intent to take it off his cock, he took her mouth, thrust his tongue in,and encouraged her rhythm with the hand he had at her ass and the movements ofhis tongue.

She did as urged and kept doing it even when she broke theirmouths and shoved her face in his neck.

“Clit?”he asked.

“Yeah,” she gasped.