Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I’m starting to understand that.”
“Does that bother you?”
“No. It’s just—it’s kind of hitting me that all the stuff you’ve been saying about sticking around and happy ever after aren’t just lines to get into my pants.” She rubs her lips together and then laughs, sort of self-consciously. “I did think you were chasing after me because I was the one thing you couldn’t win. I’m sorry that I made those assumptions.”
“It’s fine.”
“No. I’d be pissed if I were you. People are always assuming things about me or my brothers because we’re poor. That we’re dumb or dirty. That we don’t take care of ourselves. That we don’t have dreams.”
Rory sounds genuinely distressed. I tug her back in my arms, even the small distance too great for me. “I accept your apology. Now let me make you happy.”
I slide my hand into her pants until I find her pussy. She’s wet and hot. Every fantasy I’ve had of her hasn’t prepared me for how good she feels.
“Fuck me silly, Rory. You feel like magic.”
“God, don’t make me laugh,” she moans. Her hips start to move, riding my hand.
“Put your tit in my mouth, babe. I need to suck on you.”
She does as I ask, flipping up her shirt and holding her tit so that I can draw the nub into my mouth. I suck hard, hallowing my cheeks, taking deep long draws as I finger her with long strokes. She gasps and writhes, gyrating and swaying like my hand is a mechanical bull. With each movement, my knuckles brush against my swollen cock. My orgasm flutters at the base of my spine, ready to detonate.
“Other tit,” I order. She switches it up, and I use my free hand to pluck and squeeze the wet nipple while I eat at the other one. Her cunt pulses against my fingers. I slide another digit in and grind the heel of my hand against her clit. She tenses and gasps, her cum flooding my hand as her orgasm swoops through her body, shaking her from toes to fingertips. A long, keening cry escapes her mouth. I keep jacking my fingers into her, drawing out her ecstasy as long as I can.
I keep my own orgasm tamped down, denying myself so I can enjoy this precious one first. I’ve made her come and denying myself will only make that first time even better, but it won’t be in the passenger seat of my pickup. I made one of her fantasies come true, and it’s time to fulfill the rest of them.
CHAPTER 14
RORY
“There something you want to tell me?” Tammy asks as I restock the sugar caddies on the tables in the diner. We’re a bit slow today for some reason.
Normally, I’d be down about it, knowing the busier we are the faster the time goes and the more money I’ll make. But nothing can put a damper on my mood today. I’m riding a bit of a high from everything that happened with Tyson. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. It actually has me dreaming of the possibility of having more one day.
I can’t stop smiling. Even knowing my mother is lingering around the house right now. Who even knows if she’s pulled herself out of bed yet? Right now, I couldn’t care less. There is nothing I can do about that. She is who she is at this point, and I have to bide my time and deal with her until the boys get older.
“Not that I can think of.” I search my mind. I haven't heard any good gossip today. Sometimes we score big, but nothing juicy is going around at the moment. People seem to only be talking about the Justice men dropping like flies and falling in love. It might be in the air or something.
“You’re all smiles, and people are thinking Tyson Carter might be dead. You do it?” She’s always riding me about Tyson. I think she and a few of the cooks have bets on when I’m going to give in to him.
“What are you talking about?” I’d ended up falling asleep in his truck on top of him. I think it might have been the best sleep of my life. It’s been that way the last few nights. When he’s close, I sleep like a baby. There’s something about having him at my back that puts me at ease.
“He hasn’t posted on social media in the last few days. His followers are getting worried.” I fight a smile.
“Maybe he was busy.” I shrug.
“Busy being murdered by you? That why you’re smiling so much today? You need an alibi? I was alone last night. You can say you were at my place.”
“Damn, Tammy. I didn’t know you’d go that deep for me.” I laugh.