Heather hollows her cheeks, and I continue controlling her head as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. When Knox reaches under her and rubs her clit, a sound I’ve never heard from her comes from her chest. It’s somewhere between a scream and a moan.
Fucking perfect.
I pull her head up and look at her face. Saliva dripping down her chin along with the tears streaming down her face.
Gripping her chin, I turn her face so she can be seen in the mirror.
“Show Carter how pretty you look when you’re being used.”
He changes lanes to pass a slow driver, then glances in the mirror and stares at her for a long moment, his eyes full of hunger, needing her the way we all do.
“Fucking gorgeous, Little Heathen.”
Turning her head back to me, I push her back down on my cock as she whimpers for me. Every fucking sound she makes is a beautiful symphony. Like notes written only for us.
“Don’t tire her out. We are stopping in two hours.”
I open my mouth to respond, but Knox interrupts me as he fucks her hard and she comes undone for us once again.
She cries out against my cock as Knox finishes inside her. All it takes is the breathy sound of her voice to pull my orgasm from me.
“Fuck, Killer. Fuckkk.”
I come in her mouth, and she drinks it down, sucking me dry like she didn’t get her fill. I have a large sexual appetite, but this is the one woman to satiate it. Heather is perfect for us.
She pulls off my dick and stares at me while licking her lips.
“Good girl. Perfect insatiable slut.”
Her cheeks pink up from my words, and she smiles sheepishly before laying her head on my brother's lap and putting her feet on mine.
I rub my hand over her lower legs repeatedly while Knox runs his fingers through her hair until she falls asleep.
Grabbing the blanket from behind me, I cover her up. I still can’t take my eyes off her. This beautiful woman I took for granted.
Never again.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
THE HEATHEN
Igasp when the hotel comes into view and Carter pulls in. It’s massive, much like the safe house was.
“This looks expensive.”
Killian helps me out of the car, wraps his arm around my waist and says, “It is.”
He turns his attention to Carter with a raised brow.
“Do you have your drivers license, Mr. Jenkins?”
I glance at Killian as he laughs at my confused expression. Knox comes up to me and speaks low.
“Fake name, Tesoro. We are the Jenkins family, for now. You are Rose, Carter is Matthew, Kill-Jameson and I am Michael.”
I scrunch my nose up and place my hands on my hips.
“Fine, but I don’t like it. Michael is not a hot name and neither is Matthew. You could’ve chosen better.”
