Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Say it,” he grits out.
Instead, I lean back enough to reach between us and undo his jeans. I take out his cock and stroke him. Only then does he let me nudge his hand away from me and guide him up to cup my breasts. Shane lets me move him around, the heat of his gaze enough to burn me to ash.
I stroke his cock again. “I want to ride your cock, Daddy.” This time, my body welcomes him as I slide down his length. We both shudder when he’s seated entirely inside me. He feels even bigger with the plug in my ass, and I moan and start rocking. “I want you to fill me up.” I pick up my pace, nearly mindless with need. “I want your come dripping down my thighs so everyone knows who I belong to.”
“Jesus Christ.” He pushes me back just enough to nudge the jacket wide open. If anyone were to look, there is no denying what we’re doing. I’m practically naked in his lap, my hips rolling as I ride him slowly.
Shane coasts a hand up the center of my body to lightly grasp my throat. “Lily—” Movement draws his attention and he curses. While I’m still trying to process, still teetering on the edge of an orgasm, he yanks the coat back over me and zips it up. He lifts me off his cock and drops me next to him.
I look out the window and freeze. I know that car with the dent in the driver’s side. That’s Max’s car.
Chapter 9
Before I can consider what I’m doing, I throw myself flat on the seat. I look up at Shane. “Not like this. Please.” Not with a plug in my ass and my thighs still wet from riding his cock. It’s not even that I’m opposed to Max catching us, but I don’t want it to be fucking in a parking lot like a pair of teenagers. It doesn’t make sense, even to me, but Shane nods and puts the truck in gear.
He takes a right turn into traffic and his phone rings. A detached female voice on the Bluetooth tells me everything I need to know. It’s Max calling. Shane answers before I can decide if I want him to or not. “What’s up?”
“Were you just in the Castle parking lot? I thought I saw your truck.”
Shane laughs. “It’s Saturday morning. What are you and Lily up to that you’re there so early?”
I stare. What a shameless bastard.
Awkward silence reigns. Finally, Max clears his throat. “We, uh, broke up earlier this week. It wasn’t working out for either of us.”
Shane looks down at me, his eyes sympathetic even if his words are designed to split me wide open. “Moving on awful fast then, aren’t you, son?”
Another awkward throat clearing. “Look, I can explain, but the short answer is that yeah, I’m seeing someone else. It’s not a big deal.”
It’s. Not. A. Big. Deal.
Any guilt I had over what I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours doing goes up in smoke. I shift on the seat until I can reach the front of Shane’s pants. He lets me get his cock out, but then he digs his hand into my hair and pins my head to his thigh, forcing me still. Through it all, his voice never changes. “Sounds like a big deal to me.”
“Look, I know you always liked Lily, but it wasn’t working out.”
We stop at a light and he’s watching me again, dark eyes intense. “I liked her a whole hell of a lot.”
“Well then, maybe you should date her,” Max snaps. “She’s not for me, and if you ask her, she’d tell you that herself. I’m not here for this guilt trip. Now I’ve got to go. My girlfriend is waiting.”
Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend.
Shane hangs up and releases me in the same moment. I grab his cock and swallow him down, desperate to drive away how fucking replaceable I feel in this moment. Max wasn’t just fucking his secretary. He was—is—dating her.
“He’s an idiot,” Shane say quietly.
I don’t care. I’m not listening. I’m too busy fighting to take his big cock as far into my throat as I can manage. The discomfort in my jaw grounds me in a way nothing else can right now. I’m vaguely aware of us making another turn and another, of Shane finally putting the truck in park and leaning back, but it barely registers because this blowjob is the only thing that matters. If I allow myself to think of anything else, I might start screaming and never stop.
He gathers my hair in his left hand and skates his right hand down my back. He’s tall enough to reach my hips easily and he starts squeezing my ass cheeks, making the plug shift inside me. “Do you hear me, Lily? I said he’s a fucking idiot. He doesn’t give a shit what he’s throwing away. He doesn’t understand what a goddamn gift you are.” He presses his palm hard against the plug and shoves three fingers into me, making me moan. “You know what? I am going to do it. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to date you, and it would serve that little shit right if I married you and made you his stepmother.”