Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
My gaze slid down, watching as he stroked himself a few times before he was moving again, this time to move flat on the bed.
Reaching for me, he turned me, then pulled me up to straddle his face, my upper body facing his feet.
“Suck my cock,” he demanded, voice rough, and it sent shivers through me even as his hands grabbed my ass, and used it to yank me down onto his face.
I lowered downward over his body, wrapping my hand around his cock, then taking him into my mouth as his tongue found my clit again.
Everything else fell away then as he worked me and I worked him, going faster and faster as he got me closer and closer.
The orgasm slammed through my system, and as he planned, his cock in my mouth muffled the sound of my cries as the waves crashed and crashed through me.
As soon as the waves stopped crashing, I moved away from him, getting into the usual position, and working him until he was grabbing my head, and thrusting up into my mouth as he got closer and closer before coming hard as his cock was settled deep.
Finished and spent, I climbed halfway up his body, and fell down on him, my face on his chest.
His arms came around me, holding me to him as he reached downward, grabbing the covers, and flicking them over us.
That was where I fell asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of his breath and the steady beat of his heart.
And as I drifted off, I thought that maybe I didn’t just like this guy.
I really liked him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Junior
If Barry didn’t stop cock-blocking soon, I was going to fucking murder the guy and bury him deep in the woods somewhere.
Not that I wasn’t enjoying doing everything but with Shale.
Because, honestly, I was enjoying the fuck out of that.
But I could barely think straight with the need to be inside of her.
I got to come down her throat the night before, but I needed to rub one out in the shower before I could come out and have coffee with Shale and Barry.
“So what time are we going to work?” Barry asked, rubbing his hands together.
“In twenty,” Shale said, looking anxious.
“So you better pack an activity kit because I don’t want to hear you bitching twenty minutes in,” I said, getting a snort out of Shale.
“Already ahead of you!” Barry said. Either the comment went over his head, or he didn’t take it as a jab. He went across the apartment, grabbing the backpack that was an exact fucking replica of mine, and bringing it over. “I have my laptop, my headphones, a book of word finds, a coloring book with markers, and two graphic novels.”
The smile tugging at Shale’s lips said she thought Barry was being cute.
I didn’t see it but I was happy just seeing shit through her eyes. Which, admittedly, were a lot less jaded.
“What’s in your bag?”
“My laptop,” I said. “I have work,” I added.
“Is anyone else coming?” Shale asked, fingers tapping on her mug.
“Yeah, I got a few of the bikers coming. And Jackson.”
“Jackson?” Shale asked.
“A cousin, but not by blood. My old man’s best friend’s son.”
“Oh, okay. Great. It’ll be a full house. You know, by Deja Brew standards.”
“Hey, you never know. You might get that group of horny old ladies again,” I said, getting a laugh out of Shale. “Don’t get your hopes up, Barry,” I teased.
“Be nice, boys,” Shale said, rolling her eyes at us. “I’m going to go get dressed, then we can head out,” she said, then moved off to do so.
In her absence, Barry looked over at me. Then, with a voice that was a lot more serious than I was used to hearing it, he asked, “Is she really in some sort of danger?”
“Yes. Why else would she be here?”
“Because she’s your girl.”
“She’s not my girl,” I insisted, but found I didn’t exactly like saying that.
“She is. You just don’t know it yet. But what kind of trouble could a barista be in?”
“The kind that could get her killed,” I told him, watching his brows shoot up.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. So, no fucking around today.”
“Got it, Boss,” he said. Then he actually fucking saluted me.
Shale emerged a few minutes later in a pair of painted-on jeans and a simple white long-sleeve tee with Deja Brew’s logo on it.
“Okay. I think I’m as ready as I can ever be for this,” she said as she grabbed her waist-length black puffer jacket, and put it on.
I grabbed my backpack and passed Shale her bag. We stood at the door waiting for Barry to slip on gloves, a scarf, a hat, and, finally, his jacket, before joining us.
Shale was anxious as we pulled up right outside the back door, parking in such a way that we could make a quick escape out of it and into the vehicle without someone being able to shoot or grab us.