Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
She squealed and laughed, her hair going all over the red seats as she waited for what I’d do next.
And I didn’t disappoint.
Grabbing her left leg, I took hold of the seatbelt hanging just over the top of the seat and wound it around her ankle twice before hooking it on the small hook I’d installed to hold my dry cleaning—effectively restraining one leg with minimal effort on my part.
She gasped, testing the hold almost on reflex.
“It’ll hold…for now,” I told her, grabbing her other ankle and pushing until her thigh flattened against her chest, pushing her breasts up with the movement.
The lips of her sex parted, revealing her clit and wet entrance.
I said a silent thanks to Booth for putting such awesome lighting in the shop, and moved until the head of my dick met her slickened flesh.
She inhaled sharply the moment our skin met, but my eyes were all for where my dick was tunneling through her dampened folds.
Her moan of excitement had me peeling my eyes away from where we were nearly connected, and the moment I did, she shifted her hips.
Keeping my eyes on her, I pushed forward, and my cock tunneled straight inside, not stopping until I was fully embedded inside of her.
Her back arched and her eyes closed.
My hands on her hips tightened, and I started to take her forcefully.
Knowing she was close with the way her breath was sawing in and out of her lungs and from the goosebumps that were starting to break out all over her chest, I didn’t hold back.
Not one single bit.
It took her four thrusts of my cock.
It took me eight.
One second I was living, and the next I was alive.
The next thing I knew, I was leaning heavily against the side of the truck, my hands still holding her hips in place, and my cock still jerking inside of her as I came down from my release.
“So…” Imogen whispered, bringing my eyes to hers. “Are you taking it home?”
I grinned.
“Not right now…but as soon as I have a place for it; yes, I will,” I confirmed.
Her smile was brilliant.
“Was it me replacing the memories?” she asked hopefully.
I refrained from telling her that I was going to take it home all along.
I had too much money in it to do differently.
But she looked so hopeful that she’d helped me overcome some obstacle that I chose to let it lie, and not tell her that the truck was just that—a truck.
“Yes, Ma’am.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her chest, right between her breasts. “You most surely replaced every bad memory that was ever associated with this truck, and replaced it with visions of your sweet pussy taking my cock.”
She snorted.
“You could’ve just stopped at ‘yes, Ma’am’,” she drawled.
I winked. “I’ll make a note of that for next time, Ma’am.”
She punched me in the chest—or would have had I not stepped away before she could make contact.
She started to slide as my body left hers, and I winced.
“We might also want to consider some carpet cleaning,” I informed her, eyeing the white stain that was dripping from that sweet pussy to the seat beneath her. “Because not everyone will see that stain and think the same things that I do.”
She blushed profusely. “That’s probably wise.”
Two hours later I waved goodbye to my brother and headed back to reality.
Though my reality was looking a whole lot sweeter with the beautiful little pixie brightening the way.
Chapter 15
We don’t lick people.
-Lies adults tell kids
Aaron
“Aren’t you supposed to put that on before you leave?” Imogen teased as she tugged lightly on the corner of my Kevlar vest.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “But it’s hot as balls out right now. I’ll put it on before I actually start my shift.”
Her frown was ferocious.
“Maybe you should put it on now,” she pushed. “What is this hole right here for?”
She fingered a long narrow opening on the vest.
“Ballistic plates,” I stated. “They’re new—or so I’ve been told by Big Papa.”
She sighed.
“Why don’t you have those in there yet?” she asked.
“Because the plates cost upwards of a grand, and I don’t have that kind of cake on me right now.”
Or ever, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
She didn’t need to know that Lynn not only tried to kill me, but had also spent our entire life savings on frivolous shit before she’d nearly done me in.
She also didn’t need to know that I was barely making it from paycheck to paycheck as I tried to claw myself out of the hole Lynn had dug herself into—and then buried me alive in without my knowledge until it was well and truly too late.
Hence the reason for bringing the truck home so I could sell the motherfucker and try to pay off some of my debts.
“The department doesn’t supply the ballistic plates?” she asked curiously.