14
Ally gathered her courage and rang the doorbell
of Rob and Jackson’s home. Rob opened the door and stared down at
her, his blue eyes narrowed and his hair ruffled. He looked like he
hadn’t slept well either. Ally held up the plate of
pie.
“I brought a peace offering. It’s the
rest of Jane’s chicken pie. Can I come in?”
Rob stepped back and Ally followed him
inside, through the untidy family room and into the big kitchen at
the back. She placed the pie on the countertop and turned to face
Rob, who had leaned up against the sink.
“I think I might have overreacted to
something you said last night.”
Rob raised an eyebrow. “Might?”
“Okay, I did overreact, but I wanted to
tell you why.”
He held up his hand. “It’s okay, Ally.
I pushed your buttons; you got pissed. I get it.”
“What the hell is that supposed to
mean?”
He pushed a hand through his
short-cropped hair. “I tried to tell you how to think. I got you a
job behind your back. I did all the things that make you nervous
about being with me.”
Ally stared at him for a long moment.
“You figured that out all by yourself?”
He winced. “With a little help from
Jackson, who also regularly tells me to get the fuck out of his
face.”
“It wasn’t all your fault, Rob. I
freaked out. I’m trying so hard to be strong and independent that I
get a bit touchy when I feel like someone is trying to manipulate
me.” She tried a tentative smile. “I did want the
job.”
“But you would’ve preferred it if I’d
asked you first. I get that now. I promise I won’t do it
again.”
He still wasn’t smiling and Ally
wondered why.
“Would you like a soda,
Ally?”
“No thanks, I have to get back to work
at three.”
Rob opened the refrigerator and got out
a can of lemonade and popped it open. “Lauren’s still working you
hard, then?”
“She is and I’m determined not to let
her win. She’s stuck with me until I either leave or die on the
job.”
He took a seat at the table and
gestured to the chair opposite. “Sit down a minute,
okay?”
She sat and studied him carefully.
There was a faint frown on his face and trouble deep in his eyes.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve got to go away for a few
days.”
“When?”
“Tonight. They offered me a spot on the
gun-safety procedure course Jackson finished up a couple of months
ago, and I really need to go.”
“So go.”
He reached across the table and took
her hand. “I’ll only be away for five days.”
“It’s okay. I think I’ll
survive.”
He tightened his grip. “It’s not that.”
He hesitated. “It’s just that in the interest of full disclosure, I
want you to let me know if you find anything . . . unusual . . . as
you clear out your mother’s house.”
“Unusual?”
His pale blue gaze met hers. “Anything
that might seem out of place, or anything your mother mentions in
those journals of hers.”
“For what reason?”
“Some of that unfinished business I
mentioned the other night. I’ve got a bad feeling in my gut about
all this.”
“I thought you were talking about
us.”
“We weren’t the only people involved in
that mess, were we?”
Ally paused to consider his words. “You
want to talk about Jackson and Susan?”
“That’s part of it.”
“And what does that have to do with me
cleaning out my mom’s house?”
“Maybe nothing, but I’d be grateful if
you’d bear it in mind while you’re working.”
Ally pulled out of his grasp and stood
up, her eye on the clock. “I have to go.”
Rob stood too. “And you’re not happy
with me again, are you.”
“It’s not that. I’m just confused. Why
would you think Susan and Jackson have anything to do with what’s
at my house?” She put her hand to her mouth. “Is this because my
mom sold drugs to them?”
“I don’t know, Ally.” Rob looked
exhausted. “That’s why I’m asking you to help me.”
“Okay.” She moved in close and stood on
tiptoe to kiss his mouth. He took control of the kiss, turning it
into something far hotter and more visceral than she had intended,
so she was soon drowning in it. “I have to go.”
He spread his fingers over her ass and
drew her against his rock-hard erection, nipping at her lip. “Let
me call Lauren and tell her you’ll be fifteen minutes late due to
police questioning about the window.”
“Rob . . .”
He tightened his grip on her ass. “I
fucking need to be inside you right now.”
Ally stared at him and then nodded. She
let him make the call and admired the calm finality of his voice
even as Lauren squawked in protest. She moaned as his finger and
thumb closed over her nipple and squeezed hard. He had one hand
down her panties even as he clicked off the phone, his mouth
plundering hers as his fingers slid inside her already-slick
entrance.
He carried her into the family room and
brought her down on the couch, moved on top of her, and shoved down
his shorts. “Yeah, right now, give it up.”
Ally moaned as he penetrated her in one
smooth thrust and kept doing it, pounding her into the pillows
until she started to orgasm around him and cling on to his muscular
shoulders. He kissed her throat, her shoulder, and then took her
nipple into his mouth and sucked so hard she climaxed
again.
He brought his hand up to cup her head
and stared down at her. “I want you to think of me when I’m away. I
want you to miss this—miss the fucking and miss me.”
“I . . .” Ally gasped as he bit down on
her throat, making her arch against him. He gathered her ass into
his hands and pumped harder until all she could think about was the
hard grinding rhythm of his thrusts, his labored breathing, and
finally the heat of his come deep inside her.
He slumped over her for a moment and
then rolled onto the floor and pulled up his shorts. Ally lay there
and looked at him, too exhausted to think of moving let alone going
to work. Rob found her panties and shorts and eased them up her
legs.
“I need to shower, Rob.”
He kissed her mound, his tongue sliding
between her already swollen folds. “You don’t have time, and I like
you wet like this. I like the thought of you working with my come
on you all day.”
“You are such a Neanderthal sometimes.”
Ally winced as he helped her sit up. “I at least have to
pee.”
“Then do it quick, because you’re
supposed to be there in five minutes, and you look like you just
got out of bed.”
Ally cleaned up as best she could and
then joined him in the kitchen, where he handed her a bottle of
water. He’d changed into his uniform. He picked up his hat and
buckled on his belt. “I’ll drop you off.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I do need to
ask you some questions about the break-in. I can ask you on the
way, and if we arrive in my patrol car, Lauren won’t get
suspicious.”
Ally cast him a sidelong glance. “It
all worked out very nicely for you, didn’t it?”
He held the door open for her and
patted her ass as she walked by. “Sure, sex and interrogation. My
two favorite things. Too bad I forgot to use my
handcuffs.”
Ally had nothing to say to that; all
her energy was focused on trying to look as if she hadn’t just been
fucked by the sheriff. By the time they pulled up at the diner and
Rob got out to escort her inside, he’d stopped smiling and had his
cop face firmly in place. Ally envied him his ability to switch
moods so easily.
He walked her through to where Lauren
was working in her office. “Here she is, sis. Fifteen minutes
late.”
Lauren ignored Ally and nodded at Rob.
“So do I bill you for her time as well as for the
window?”
“If you like.” Rob stepped forward and
kissed Lauren on the cheek. “I’m going out of town for a few days.
Talk to Jackson if you need anything. Later, Lauren,
Ally.”
Ally smiled and moved out of his way.
She turned back to find that Lauren was staring at
her.
“What would you like me to do first,
boss?”
“Get your claws out of my
brother?”
“We’ve already had that discussion,
Lauren. He’s a grown-up and so am I.”
Lauren swung around and presented Ally
with her back. “Go and bus the tables and then wash dishes,
okay?”
“Sure.” Ally turned to
leave.
Fig waved at her from the kitchen as
she gathered up her cleaning supplies. Even one of the waitresses
smiled when she saw Ally coming. Two weeks on the job and she felt
quite at home, despite Lauren’s lack of welcome.
Jackson parked at the old courthouse,
took off his jacket, and walked around the corner to the diner. It
was well after closing time, and the lights in the front were off.
As he came closer, Jackson sniffed the night air appreciatively.
Coffee and fries always put him in a better mood, and the diner
smelled of both.
The back door was open, and Jackson
could see Ally talking to the other busboy as they carried out the
trash. He’d been so busy covering Rob’s shifts that he hadn’t seen
her for five days, so the sight was more than welcome. He caught
her eye and nodded slowly. “Hey.”
She smiled at him and then went back
inside. He wasn’t worried; she’d come out eventually. He checked
his radio but everything was quiet. Jeff had the late-night shift,
and Jackson wasn’t due back on until six in the morning. His hand
went to his gun as another shadow overlaid his.
“Evening, Jackson.”
He took a long, slow breath. Despite
all the years since he’d been in Afghanistan, his nerves still
jangled sometimes. “Hey, Lauren.”
“What are you doing out here?” Lauren
came out of the kitchen, followed by Ally and the other guy. Lauren
locked the back door and then walked around to the front of the
diner.
Jackson followed her. “Just checking up
on you.”
Lauren keyed in the alarm and shut the
front door with a decisive bang. “Did Rob ask you to?”
“Of course.”
Lauren checked him out, her lip caught
between her teeth. “Are you still on duty?”
“No, I’m off for the night. I’ve got a
meeting to go to.”
“That’s a shame. We haven’t had a good
talk for ages.” Lauren set off for the rear parking
lot.
Jackson was aware of Ally still waiting
at the back door, but he kept his attention fixed on Lauren. “We
‘talk’ now?”
Lauren stopped and looked over her
shoulder. “I’m worried about Rob. Since she
came back he’s—” She suddenly noticed Ally. “Why are you still
here?”
Jackson cleared his throat. “She’s
waiting for me.”
Lauren made a disgusted sound. “Don’t
tell me she’s messing with your head, too, Jackson.”
Jackson held Lauren’s angry stare.
“She’s coming to the meeting with me.”
“What kind of meeting?”
“The kind that addicts go to.” Jackson
held out his hand. “Are you ready, Ally?”
She came around Lauren and took his
hand. He noticed her fingers were shaking. “Thanks,
Jackson.”
He turned his back on Lauren and kept
walking. “Are you okay?”
Ally paced alongside him, her long legs
easily keeping up with him. Without her heels on, they were exactly
the same height. “Are we really going to an AA/NA
meeting?”
“Yeah, it occurred to me that you might
not know where they were held around here.”
“I didn’t, but I was going to look them
up.”
He squeezed her hand. “We don’t have to
look too far. There’s one in the Baptist church hall right here in
town twice a week, or if you want to go more often, Jamestown has
way more choices.”
Ally stopped walking and looked at him.
“Why do you go to meetings?”
“Because I’m like you.”
“An addict?”
He smiled at her serious expression.
“Yeah. Me and alcohol? We don’t mix.” He kissed her on the
forehead. “So let’s go show our faces, and then we can have dinner
together, okay?”
Ally looked up at Jackson as he
unlocked the back door of the house. “Thanks for taking me,
Jackson.”
“You’re welcome.” He hesitated beside
her, his fingers brushing her cheek. “I know I’m not supposed to
tell you this, but I regularly saw your mom at the meetings before
she died.”
Ally thought about that and tried to
smile. “It’s yet another piece of the puzzle, isn’t it? People keep
trying to tell me that my mom had changed, and it’s so hard to
believe it.” She kissed Jackson on the nose and laughed. “And then
I wonder why no one believes I’ve changed and I get all pissed
about it. You can never really trust an addict, though, can
you?”
“You can try,” Jackson
whispered.
Ally walked through the garage at
Jackson and Rob’s house and into the narrow laundry room. It was
getting late, but she’d enjoyed her evening with Jackson,
especially having his silent support when she’d had to stand up and
introduce herself to a meeting hall full of fellow
addicts.
Jackson touched her shoulder. “Take off
your clothes here and I’ll stick them in the wash. They’ll be ready
for you to wear later.”
“Everything?”
His heated gaze tracked down her body.
“Yeah.”
Ally flipped on the light and watched
as he started the machine. As she pulled her clothes off, she
dropped them into the foamy water. By the time she was naked and
closed the lid of the machine, Jackson had disappeared. Ally left
her sandals on the cool tile floor and headed into the dark
kitchen.
The only light that was on appeared to
come from one of the bedrooms, so Ally kept going. A lamp
illuminated the white and brown covers on the pristine bed.
Jackson’s clothes lay in a heap on the floor. The door to the
bathroom was open, and she could hear the sounds of the shower
going.
She went into the bathroom and paused
to admire the view. Jackson was facing away, stripping off his
tight white boxers and giving her a perfect view of his ass and
long legs. He stretched his arms above his head and groaned, which
made all his muscles ripple like silk. He caught sight of her in
the mirror and turned slowly around.
“Let’s shower.”
She followed him into the small glass
shower stall, and he kissed her, his already erect cock nudging her
belly. She grabbed the shower gel and poured some on her hands. She
couldn’t help but start washing his chest. He closed his eyes and
leaned back against the wall.
“That’s nice, Ally.”
She continued to run her hands over his
burnished skin and licked at the droplets of water and used her
tongue on his tight brown nipples. His hand moved to her ass, and
he slid his fingers between her legs, finding the wetness already
there waiting for him.
“Rob said you’d be wet.”
“Did he.”
He drew her head up so that he could
look her in the eye. “Yeah. He said I’d need to fuck you while he
was away because you’d need it.”
“So this is for Rob’s benefit, is
it?”
His hand tightened on her hair. “I was
going to fuck you anyway. Rob just gave me an extra incentive.” He
brought his lips against hers in a slanting kiss, and she let him
slide his tongue into her mouth. He kissed like he had sex, with a
focused intensity she found irresistible.
She slid her hand down to his shaft,
but he pushed her questing fingers away. “There’s no hurry. Let’s
finish the shower first.” He helped her wash her hair, his strong
hands making the task easy as he rinsed the soap away.
She put her arms around his neck, and
he turned off the shower and carried her out to the bedroom, her
legs wrapped around his hips, his shaft sandwiched between them. He
dropped her onto the bed and stood looking down at her. “Now suck
my cock.” He moved closer, and she knelt on the mattress and
carefully took his cock into her mouth. He tasted of the shower gel
and himself, a salty familiar flavor that made Ally want to devour
him whole. “Do it fast.”
Ally sucked him hard and used her
tongue to torment the wet slit at the tip of his crown. He groaned
and shoved himself farther into her mouth. His hand tangled in her
hair, keeping her where he wanted her, where she wanted to
be.
“Yeah, that’s good. I’m going to call
Rob now.”
Startled, Ally tried to look up at him,
but he didn’t release his grip.
“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep
sucking me.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw him
flip open his cell, punch in a number, and place the phone on the
pillow beside her head. Rob’s sleepy voice suddenly filled the
room. “Yeah.”
“It’s Jackson. I’ve got Ally here, too,
but she’s busy right now.”
“Doing what?”
“Sucking my dick.”
There was a hiss of static and then Rob
cursed. “And you’re telling me this why?”
“I thought you might like to play
along.”
“While you fuck her?”
“Yeah.”
Rob’s sigh echoed through the room.
“I’m hard just thinking about it.” There was the sound of rustling
sheets. “Yeah, I’m really hard.”
“I’m going to fuck her ass first. She’s
really wet, and I want her begging for it before I finally take her
pussy.”
“Jeez.” Rob’s voice sounded hoarse now.
“I wish I was there to help you out.”
“Tell me what you want me to do to her,
and I’ll add it to my repertoire.” Jackson rolled his hips just to
feel the warm pressure of Ally’s mouth on his shaft.
“You do your own thing, buddy, and I’ll
just listen in and do mine,” Rob eventually said.
“Sure.” Jackson carefully disengaged
his dick from Ally’s mouth and found the lube he’d placed by the
bed. “Turn over, Ally.”
She moved onto all fours, presenting
him with the most awesome view of her ass and her sex. Jackson
coated his fingers and then his cock and moved closer until the
front of his thighs brushed against the curves of Ally’s
ass.
“I’m going to get her ready for my cock
now, Rob.” He slid two oiled fingers into Ally’s ass and moved them
back and forth, heard her moan. “She likes it. Can you hear
her?”
“Yeah . . . make her moan some
more.”
Jackson added more fingers, and Ally
arched her back, offering him more. “You want me to spank her,
Rob?”
“Shit, yeah. She likes it, don’t you,
Ally?”
Jackson obliged with half a dozen quick
slaps to each of Ally’s ass cheeks. He paused to admire the effect,
felt the fine trembling running through her as he continued to work
her with his fingers. His cock ached like he imagined her skin did,
and he wanted to shove himself deep and make her scream his name.
The thought of Rob listening in made it even better. He imagined
Rob sitting up in his hotel bed, one hand gripping his cock, all
his attention on the noises issuing from his cell
phone.
“Next time one of us goes away, we
should set up a video link,” Jackson murmured.
“I’m not sure my heart could take it,”
Rob replied. “Are you going to fuck her or just talk about
it?”
In answer, Jackson removed his fingers
and pressed forward with his latex-covered cock, making Ally gasp
and writhe beneath him. He closed his eyes as her tight passage
enclosed him and struggled to stop from coming too soon. His whole
upper body was now curved over Ally’s, and his cell phone was
closer so that he could hear Rob’s harried breathing as
well.
“She likes it, right?”
“Yeah, and she’s going to like it even
more when I start moving.”
“I’ve seen you fuck her, Jackson. I
know how good it is.”
“You like watching me fuck
her?”
“Yeah, I do.”
The thought of Rob watching him made
Jackson so hard he just couldn’t contain himself anymore. He slid
one arm around Ally’s waist to anchor himself and pounded into her.
She started to pant and moan with every stroke of his cock, and he
forgot about Rob and thought only of how much he wanted to please
Ally. He cupped her sex and rubbed her clit in time to his thrusts,
felt her start to fight him to reach a climax, but she couldn’t
beat him. He was, Christ he was coming so hard his cock was going
to explode.
Ally screamed his name as he poured
himself deep inside her, and he heard Rob groan. Jackson slumped
over Ally until he got his breath back and then slowly peeled
himself off her. “Talk to Rob while I go and wash up,
Ally.”
Ally couldn’t believe it when Jackson
thrust his cell phone into her shaking hand and headed for the
bathroom. She rolled over onto her back. She could barely breathe
let alone speak, and she knew Jackson would be coming back soon,
ready to fuck her again.
“Ally?”
She thought of Rob alone in a strange
hotel bed. “Did you come, Rob?”
“Not yet, honey.”
“Jackson will be
disappointed.”
“He’ll live.” She heard him shift
around. “I’ve got one hand wrapped around my dick, and I’m
picturing you lying on that bed, naked, waiting for Jackson to come
and nail you again.”
“Are you naked, Rob?”
“I am now. I took my boxers off the
moment Jackson called and said you were sucking him.”
“I like sucking you too. I like the way
you feel in my mouth and how big you are.”
“Ally . . .”
She kept talking, loving the rough
sound of need in his voice, need she’d put there and could add to
at will. “I liked it best when I had you both in my mouth. Do you
remember that?” She felt her clit throb as if enjoying the memory.
“I like it even more when you are both fucking me.”
“God . . .”
She almost thought she could hear the
sound of Rob’s hand moving on his shaft through the
phone.
“I wish I was with you now, Rob. I’d
take your hand and your cock and lick and suck you until you came
all over me.” She looked up to see Jackson standing beside the bed,
his gaze fixed on her face. “Then I’d do it for Jackson
too.”
“Ally, you’re killing me here,” Rob
said.
“It would be awesome. I’d love everyone
to see us. Love them to look at us and be so jealous.” Ally
shivered as Jackson pushed her knees wide and positioned his cock
at the entrance to her sex. “Jackson’s about to fuck me now, Rob.
The tip of his cock is right up close to my clit.”
Rob groaned. “I’d like to be there so I
could lick your pussy.”
“You’d have to lick Jackson’s cock as
well, because it’s right there too.” Ally looked up as Jackson
suddenly tensed, and she patted his thigh.
“Hell, I’d lick anything right now if
it meant getting us all off. I’m dying here.”
Jackson came into her, and she grabbed
hold of his shoulders and held on tight. For long, frenzied
minutes, she could think of nothing else but the power of his body
plunging into hers, the strength of his grip and the thick hardness
of his shaft pumping inside her. She climaxed hard and he just kept
going, each thrust a smack of flesh against flesh, his fingers
biting into her spanked ass, his mouth capturing and keeping hers
in a long, drawn-out, salacious kiss.
She came again and clung on to him even
more, her body almost limp with pleasure, her mind reeling from the
satisfaction he was giving her. His sudden withdrawal left her
gasping and reaching for him. He flipped her over onto her stomach
and started again. His hands were rough on her breasts and then on
her already swollen and sensitive clit.
“Please, I can’t . . .”
He kept going, drawing yet another
orgasm from her, narrowing the boundary between pain and pleasure,
between flesh and mind, between what she wanted and what seemed
unbearable.
She moaned when he pulled out again and
flipped her onto her back. He knelt up, grabbed her heels, and
positioned them over his shoulders. She couldn’t even breathe as he
plunged back inside her, the angle so acute that she could do
nothing but take it.
She opened her eyes and saw his were
closed, his features drawn back in a savage mask of lust as he
controlled her with his thrusts and the weight of his body. A tide
of extreme pleasure edged with pain radiated through her. She
scrabbled to hold on to any part of his flesh apart from his cock
and screamed so hard through her orgasm that she hurt her own
ears.
Jackson came, too, and his climax
seemed to take forever. Each hot spurt dragged out as if he didn’t
ever want to stop. He collapsed over her, and she took his weight,
held his shuddering, twitching body in her arms until he started to
relax.
After a while, she remembered the cell
phone and held it to her ear. “Are you still there,
Rob?”
“I’m . . . here.”
“Did you come this time?”
His laughter was edged with
desperation. “Yeah. You two certainly give great phone
sex.”
“It will be even better when you get
back.”
“Ally, don’t say stuff like that. My
cock is already getting hard again.”
“You’ll be back in two more
days.”
“I will and you’d better be ready for
me.”
Jackson took the phone from her and
held it to his ear. “Yeah . . . Sure . . . Later.”
He flipped the cell shut and put the
phone on the bedside table. Ally rolled over to study his face.
“That was awesome.”
His smile flickered. “It sure
was.”
“Were you inspired by the thought of
Rob sucking your cock?”
“Ally . . .”
She kissed his chin. “It’s okay,
Jackson. I think I’ve always known what you want from
him.”
“And he’s never wanted that from me, so
can we drop the subject?”
“Have you ever asked him?”
“I’m not a girl. We don’t talk like
that.”
“Maybe you should.” Ally hesitated as
she sensed the tension return to his body. “I don’t think he’d be
that surprised either.”
Jackson lifted her off him and sat up,
his burnished skin glowing in the lamplight. “Why do you think I
left when you did, Ally?”
“Because of what Susan
did?”
“That was bad enough, but there was
more.” Jackson swung his feet over the side of the bed and sat
facing away from her. “I knew that if I stayed, I’d be offering Rob
less of an ‘I’m sorry for fucking your girlfriend’ and more of a
‘Can I fuck you instead? ’ vibe.”
“But you didn’t stay.”
He sighed. “I couldn’t do that to you,
Ally.”
“Because you felt guilty?” Ally crawled
over and touched his shoulder. “Did you arrange for Susan and Rob
to catch us in bed together?”
He turned to look at her. “Is that what
you thought? Shit.”
“It’s a possibility that had occurred
to me.”
“Here’s the truth, Ally. I sure as hell
thought about it, and, yeah, I have a lot to feel guilty about.” He
got to his feet. “I’m going to check on the laundry.”
She watched him leave and worried at
her lower lip. Was he suggesting he had betrayed her, or what? But
how? After her confrontation with her mother, she hadn’t exactly
planned on heading over to his house, and she certainly hadn’t
meant to jump into bed with him. After she’d collapsed in his arms
crying, he hadn’t been out of her sight for a moment until Rob and
Susan caught them fucking.
She washed up, drank a glass of water,
and waited quietly for Jackson to return to her. He’d pulled on a
pair of black boxers and halted in the doorway.
“I was wondering if you’d still be in
bed.”
“You have all my clothes.”
“I just put them in the dryer. They’ll
be ready to go soon.”
“Thanks.” She patted the rumpled
covers. “Aren’t you coming back to bed?”
“Do you really want me
to?”
She raised her eyebrows. “You didn’t
betray me to Rob. I’d bet my life on it. You might have wanted to,
but you didn’t, did you?”
He sighed and came to sit down next to
her. “I did enough. You know that.”
“You offered me comfort when I needed
it.”
“I offered you sex.”
She squeezed his hand. “I thought that
was me.”
“I should’ve taken you back
home.”
“Because you were older than
me?”
“Because you were my best friend’s
girl. I wasn’t upset like you were. I knew what I was doing,
Ally.”
She let out a long, slow breath. “I
knew what I was doing, too, Jackson. Originally I tried to blame
you, but lately I’ve realized that I was trying to break free of
Rob and I figured the most awful way to do that was by sleeping
with you.”
“I don’t believe you were thinking that
clearly. It’s easy to look back and find reasons for stuff we did.
You were scared out of your wits that night, and not by
Rob.”
She met his kind gaze and stared into
his dark brown eyes. “You are such a nice person,
Jackson.”
He grimaced. “Nice.”
She slid a finger inside the waist of
his boxers. “How long does the dryer take?”
He hissed as her finger brushed over
the tip of his cock. “About half an hour.”
“Then we’ve got plenty of time for me
to suck your cock, haven’t we?”
He placed his hand over hers. “And to
fuck.”
Her body was already sore, but she
still wanted him. “If that is what you want.”
“Yeah, I want.”
She pulled down his boxers to expose
his half-erect cock and licked her lips. Sex wasn’t the answer to
everything, but sometimes it made showing how you felt for someone
so much easier.