She slurped him into her mouth, sucking him hard and fast, fondling his nuts gently.
“I’m coming,” he gritted.
Instead of moving away, she swallowed his cum, slurping every drop. Looking at himthrough her lashes, she wiped her mouth, her face flushed and her lips swollen.
“Do I suck good cock?” she asked hoarsely.
“Fuck, babe, do you ever.”
She smiled, pleased with herself.
He smirked and pulled her onto his lap. “You’re not the only one with oral skills.”
Stretching out and resting her head on the arm, Jana opened her legs. She still wore her panties. “Show me.”
He settled between her legs and pushed the seat of her panties aside, tonguing her clit. She was hot and ready, so it didn’t take much to push her over the edge. He lapped her pussy, her juices bathing his face. Rising above her, he slid inside of her. Each time he pulled out and then buried himself again, his cock brushed against her panties. His toes curled. His groan matched hers, their sounds of pleasure merging, her greedy pussy gripping him. She rolled her cunt, her fingers squeezing her clit, her cries rising in his ears.
She came hard, drawing his cum out and streaming into her before he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
The moment he came back to himself, he dressed and left Jana. She was still naked and lost in a haze. As he reached the side door and stepped into the mansion, Kaia regretted fucking Jana. Sleeping with Fia behind Rebel’s back was bad enough.
He’d been so fucking overwhelmed by his behavior, he hadn’t thought of a poem for his huahua in days.
If not for Rebel, Kaia would’ve been gloating.
Because…
Fuck Diesel.
“I want Korean barbeque hot wings, pepperoni pizza with extra meat and double cheese, tiramisu cake with whipped cream and a cherry coke.”
CJ gaped at Axel’s order and pushed his paper Soda Jerk hat further back on his head to scrape his scalp. It matched the red and white paper apron he wore. He glanced over his shoulder at the offerings him and Diesel wrote on the menu board.
“None of that’s up there, Ax,” CJ said.
“Call Mom and Reb,” Ransom instructed. “They’ll make it for us.”
CJ looked at the menu board again. Next to him, Diesel leaned against the counter, dressedsimilarly to CJ, and shook his head. “No. You have ham or turkey sandwiches and chips.”
“Can we bowl again?” Ryder swiveled on one of the stools. “The diner isn’t fun without Mom.”
CJ and his brothers had decided to spend the evening together after the hell of the past few days. They’d started off in the bowling alley with CJ and Diesel against the Terrible Triplets. Of course, those little fuckheads won by blatantly cheating.
Whenever Axel’s turn came, he’d walk the fucking ball down the lane, kick the pins over, and then claim a strikeout. CJ and Diesel decided it wasn’t that serious and let those three gremlins win.
“We set a new record!” Axel crowed at the end. “Ten million points, men,” he said, high-fiving Ryder and Ransom.”
“In your fucking dreams,” CJ responded. “You can only get three hundred points in a perfect game.”
“Yeah, with twelve consecutive strikes,” Diesel agreed, then flipped Axel off because they’d played three games, with Axel striking out on each turn. “That’s only nine hundred points.”
“I prefer ten million,” Axel told him.
“You can prefer a hundred billion,” CJ said. “It doesn’t make a difference.”
Tired of the Triplets’ cheating, CJ announced it was time to go to the diner and eat the mealthey’d planned. Four and a half months after his mother’s collapse and CJ could still imagine the blood and remember his father grabbing Mom and running out with her.
Diesel had clapped him on the back. “Aunt Meggie and Jo are fine.”
