I can’t resist thrusting, but I temper it so I don’t gag her. That’s about all I’m good for. TheVof the zipper is pinching my balls, but I don’t care. I ran home to touch base with Lane, get anupdate from him that I didn’t want to know, do chores, and grab fresh clothes. When I came back after, she yanked me inside, flipped the dead bolt, and pushed me toward the table.
We fucked three times last night—this morning?—and I was hard as a fucking rock before my ass hit the chair.
I slip her cloth band off and tug the clip out of her hair, freeing those long, glorious strands. She looks up at me and hums again.
“Goddamn, you’re killing me.” I tuck my fingers into the silk of her hair. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Another hum propels me closer to the brink. I’m balancing at the edge, ready to tip over.
I pump into her mouth, loving how she’s working my length. “Every time I close my eyes, I’m going to see the way you suck my cock so nice and deep.”
I don’t shut my eyelids now. I’m taking it all in. She’s enjoying this, or she’s enjoying my reaction, or both. With a swirl of her tongue at the crown, I’m teetering.
I have enough comprehension to warn her. “If you don’t want me to release in your?—”
She sucks harder and I detonate. I blow my load so hard, it’s like it’s not my fourth time coming in a day. The heels of my boots grind into the floor as I shudder and jerk through my release. She swallows me down andfuuuuck. I’m never going to be the same.
When I go lax, she lets me go with a pop and wipes her mouth. “Finally. I’ve been wanting to do that.”
My dick lists to the side between us, happily exhausted. “Anytime, sugar. I just won’t be good for anything the rest of the day.”
“Good thing it’s the evening.”
I lift her onto my lap, and she curls against my chest. My flagging erection is sensitive, but her weight on it is better than nothing.
She brushes her fingers over my chin. “You seemed tense when you first entered.”
“Is that what your goal was? To relax me?” I could sleep with her here all night.
“No, it was more selfish than that.”
I grin and let my smile fade naturally. “Yeah, I was tense.” I don’t tell anyone about my dad. When I was growing up, the teachers knew I came from a troubled home, but they never asked about specifics. The older I got, the less they cared. My behavior was on me, not my deadbeat dad or erratic mom. “Lane passed on a message from my dad.”
She lifts her head, her concerned gaze stroking over me. I would never discuss this situation with my dick out, but everything with Elodie feels natural. She hasn’t run from getting a glimpse of the real me yet.
“He still wants to talk to me.” I stroke up and down her back. “That’s nothing new. But he wants me and Lane to know that anything we need, we just have to ask.”
“Isn’t he incarcerated?”
A dry, bitter laugh slips out. “Yes, he is.” I’m tempted to ask her how much she knows about the Colorado prison system. She’s never brought up the letter from her ex. But she’ll tell me when she’s ready, so I’ll go out of my way to be ignorant. “From what Lane says, he’s flourishing. Where he failed on the streets, he’s succeeding in the rap sheets.”
Her lips quirk, but there’s sympathy in her eyes. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I rub her shoulder. “It’s ridiculous. He’s like a kingpin, or whatever the fuck they call the prison mafia. Might as well make use of his time. He’s going to be in there long enough. Which is a good thing. If he got out, he’d be looking forthat same power, and he’s still got some youth to back it up. He can spout all his family ties and loyalty bullshit, but I don’t want anything to do with him.” I give myself a mental shake. “Enough about him. What are you doing the rest of the night?”
“I have a few things to get ready for tomorrow, but I want to eat first. Can I make you something?”
“Only if you want to. I can take you out.”
Fatigue outlines her smile. We didn’t sleep much last night, and she gets up at an hour that I used to party right through. “I should stay in and go to bed early.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do. If you don’t mind me sleeping over again.”
“No, I like your sleepovers.” She gingerly gets off my lap. “Let me wash up and find a clean apron.”
I do the same, minus the apron, and grab my overnight duffel from the pickup. I set out a grocery bag of meat I raided from my fridge before I left the house. “I was taught never to go to someone’s place empty-handed.”
A surprised look crosses her face. “That’s really thoughtful.”
