Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
In turn, he rode her hard later at night in her bed.
“What do you need?” she asked again, this time with a wicked grin.
“You,” he answered simply. He leaned forward, grabbing one of the remaining donuts, and whispered in her ear, “Keep your door unlocked tonight. I’ll be over after dark.”
He really didn’t need to tell her that since she probably already expected him to show up. However, he needed a minute alone with her.
Again, selfish as fuck, but he was over it in a flash.
He tucked the donut between his teeth and grinned around it. He took a bite and then murmured around the sweet mouthful, “Think Bones got a boner starin’ at your ass.”
She reached up and wiped away some glaze caught on his lip with her thumb. He groaned when she tucked the thumb into her mouth and sucked it hard with her eyes locked on his.
“Gonna tap that ass tonight, so when you sit down tomorrow you remember who it belongs to,” he warned.
She slowly pulled her thumb from between her lips and reached up to pinch his cheeks together. “We’ll see, stud.”
“You betcha you’ll see,” he promised. “Wanna see that pretty little plug I bought you winkin’ back at me when I get there. I want you naked and ass up when I walk through that door.”
He’d bought her a jeweled butt plug. The jewel was green and matched her eyes. He surprised her with it, a little worried she’d get pissed and shove it up his own ass.
Instead of getting angry, she got excited when she opened the box. The way she acted, he would’ve sworn he had handed her an engagement ring.
Now every time he thought about her lubing it up and inserting it in preparation of him coming over, he instantly got hard.
Imagining her naked, on her knees and ass up with a green gem reflecting the light had already got him rock solid and ready to call it a day. Fuck the inspection and oil change. Those customers could wait.
He checked to make sure no one was sneaking around near the break room before saying, “Tonight’s gonna be the night I’m pullin’ that plug and replacin’ it with my dick. So be ready.”
Her breath caught and the hardening of her nipples became obvious through the fabric of the sleeveless blouse she wore while goosebumps swept over her skin.
“Rev,” she half-whispered, half-groaned.
He leaned closer again. “That’s right, babe, that’s the name you’re goin’ to be screamin’ later.”
Normally she’d roll her eyes, or even throw something at him, when he said shit like that. But this time her pupils expanded and she drove her teeth into her bottom lip. She was as turned on as he was.
Fuck yeah.
“Now, get outta here to gimme a sec so I can get my own hard-on under control.” He wasn’t sure he’d be successful since, for the rest of the work day, he would be distracted by the anticipation of what they’d be doing later.
He headed over to her apartment most nights and had been doing so ever since they’d returned from their trip. He’d park his sled at the garage after hours and hoof it on foot the short block to her place.
To avoid a recognizable pattern of behavior, they sometimes met in an abandoned parking lot at the other end of town or in a secluded wooded area off Copperhead Road. For the past three weeks, not one day had gone by where they hadn’t been together in some way or another, whether in her bed, in her cage, or even in a back room at the garage after hours.
But it was time to stop sneaking around. They’d been lucky so far but their luck wouldn’t hold out forever. He wanted to get ahead of any future problems.
Especially since he preferred not to become a piñata that didn’t spill candy and delight children when cracked open.
Chapter Twenty
Rev tagged his jeans from the floor and yanked them up his legs as he moved toward the front door of Reilly’s studio apartment. He paused just long enough to slip a twenty from his wallet to give to the pizza delivery guy or girl.
He was fucking starving. His sexual appetite had been satisfied and now he needed some grub to sate his other hunger. And after that, he planned on sharing a bowl with Reilly before they both watched Netflix and chilled, then probably shared a container of Rocky Road once they both got the munchies.
He slid the chain free, twisted the deadbolt and yanked open the door.
The twenty fluttered to the floor as he slammed the door shut again, quickly flipping the deadbolt to relock it.
Total silence rang on both sides of the door for a few heart-thumping moments.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Holy… fuck.”
“God, I’m starving!” Reilly came out of the bathroom only wearing his T-shirt and rubbing her eye. “Hey, I think you shot cum in my eye.”