"You're so fucking pretty, baby. I love this pussy," I growl before I drag my tongue from her wet entrance up to her sweet clit.
"Oh, fuck," she whispers, as I lick and suck her clit into my mouth. She's at the perfect angle, giving me all access to her.
Lilly's hand is fisted into my hair and she's bucking her hips, fucking my face. I'm going to bust without being touched if she keeps this up. So fucking sexy. So fucking hot. I moan as I eat her pussy, digging my fingers into her thighs.
"Fuck!" she hisses as I slip a finger inside her. I pump it slowly, in and out. Matching the same pace as my tongue on her clit. When I know she's close, I rise and bend her over. I never last when she's bent over, something about this position and how tight her pussy is at this angle, I don't have much control or restraint. I sink into her, as deep as I can before I bottom out. She gasps and presses against me.
"Lilly," I growl her name. She feels too fucking good.
"Yes, baby. Yes!" she cries, her pussy spasming around my cock. If I had any control over my orgasm, it just flew out the fucking window.
"Fuck, baby," I huff, spilling inside of her. I long-stroke, slow and deliberate as the aftershocks of my orgasm make me twitch.
I ease out of her, and she does a weird walk with her thighs pressed together to the toilet and sits down to pee. I laugh at her as I grab a washcloth from the linen closet. I set it in the sink while I wait for the water to heat up. Once it's warm, I offer Lilly the washcloth first and she swipes it between her legs before rinsing it and handing it to me.
"I love you," I proclaim.
Lilly steps into her jeans and smiles at me. "I love you, baby."
"I'm going to miss the fuck out of you," I tell her. She wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a peck on the cheek.
"Ditto, love."
I help her pack her bag and get ready to say my goodbyes. Scott is upstairs waiting for me while Aaron and Linc wait for Lilly. Mindy is already in the car with the heater cranked. I walk Lilly to the car, kissing her one last time before I send her on her way. She rests her forehead on mine for a moment before she sits in the driver's seat and closes the door.
They get on the road while Scott and I saddle up. Clayton and Brock are already on their bikes, waiting patiently for us. We follow them down the highway and when we turn down a familiar old gravel road, I know exactly what we're doing here. Once we're far enough down the gravel road that we can't be seen from the highway, Clayton pulls over and we park in a small cubby ducked off from view.
I set my helmet on the mirror of my bike and follow them on foot to the opening at the end of the gravel road. It's marked off with caution tape that we easily duck beneath.
We stop outside of a small structure, if it can even be called that anymore. I catch a glimpse of the grim expression on Clayton’s face, watching him intently. His eyes meet mine in the dark, but I can see his expression clearer than anything the daylight could show me. There’s a hollowness in his eyes and then he speaks.
"We've got to burn everything here to the ground," Clayton says.
Chapter Eight
Lilly
The drive home from Oklahoma is long and by the time I turn into the driveway, I'm ready to crawl in my bed and sleep for a week. Linc followed us all the way to my driveway and is waiting for Mindy when I walk inside, dead on my feet. The house feels empty, but I hardly give it a second thought as I lock the door behind me and all but drag myself to my bed.
I forget to text Cass and my phone is already on the charger on the night stand.
"Hey, Siri! Text Baby and say 'Made it home. Going to sleep'," I yell out.
"Your text to Baby says Made it home. Going to sleep. Would you like me to send it?"
"Yes."
I manage to get the word out before sleep drags me into another realm. I sleep so deep and so hard that I don't even know what day it is when I wake. It's dark out, which means I've slept all day. Not surprising considering we didn't even make it in until daybreak. My days and nights are fucked right now.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand and slide it open. It's nine o'clock at night and I have four notifications. Two missed calls from Mindy, a text from Mindy, and a text from a number with a strange area code.
I open Mindy's text first.
Mindy: Call me ASAP.
Ugh. I groan at what has potentially occurred for that text to be sent.
Unknown: It's Lawsyn. Call me when you get this.
