with you to talk to a stripper?”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“No problem,” I replied.
“Thank you,” she said softly, taking another sip of her wine.
“So. What do we do in the meantime?” I asked, sliding across the couch towards her, my cock throbbing and ready.
“Sleep, Slade. We sleep. It’s the middle of the fucking night,” she said, pushing me away half-heartedly.
“That was my point exactly,” I said with a smile. “The middle of the fucking night.”
“No!” she said with a smile, standing up. “I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow. The couch is really comfortable.”
I leaned back on the couch as she walked into her bedroom, reached down and squeezed my aching and very unhappy cock. I groaned at the pain.
So, she needs a little time to warm up , I thought. I’ll have her writhing under my tongue soon enough.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Holy fuck . He was so much hotter than I remembered. After I had recovered from him barreling into me, and cussing out Reggie, it took all my strength to focus on telling him about Evie and why I needed him. I was burning alive under the intense heat of his gaze.
He was the most masculine man I had ever known. Masculinity oozed from his tall, thin frame, and his confidence was completely unnerving. He was more than confident, though. He was cocky, arrogant, and so fucking sure of himself. Most assuredly, he was completely unshakable.
Which is why I had called him in the first place. But fuck if I wasn’t second-guessing that phone call. Did I really need him to go to the club with me? The guy that followed me probably wouldn’t even be there again. I had a moment of weakness, that was all, and now here I was faced once again with the sexiest, most dangerous man I had ever known, that sure as hell didn’t have any place in my life.
That much was obvious. Hell, even Reggie could see that.
Fuck .
I lay in my bed, listening to him toss and turn on my couch, my body beginning to ache with yearning as I remembered the way he had touched me. The way he had kissed me. The way he had fucked me.
With wild abandon.
Savagely.
With a fiery passion that threatened to destroy every cell in my body with pleasure.
It was unlike any other romp in the sack I could remember. If I was honest with myself, I hadn’t even thought about any other old boyfriends since that night with Slade. He had eclipsed all other sexual experiences.
It was as if he knew my body better than I did.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I was a grown woman. And he was a grown man. What was the point of resisting him now?
I was torn. I felt like I should be focusing on finding Evie. Or, at least finding out anything I could about her, something that might be able to help the cops. She could be out there being raped, or tortured, or worse.
And here I was, lying in my fucking memory foam bed under a goddamned goosedown comforter in my luxury high-rise condo, enjoying all the fruits of my labor, completely comfortable and safe.
And instead of thinking about her, all I could think about was the outlaw biker on my couch, and how delicious his tongue would feel between my quivering thighs again.
What kind of sister was I?
One that was very distracted and starving for attention, I suppose.
***
Somehow, I managed to fall asleep. Not until I had slipped my hand between my legs and taken care of myself, though. I had done that a million times before, hundreds in the last few months, with Slade’s face front and center in my mind’s fantasies. Doing it with him under the same roof felt so wrong, but I couldn’t resist. My body was screaming for release.
I had almost called out for him, but I crammed my pillow in my mouth, determined not to make a fool of myself. I had asked him to come help me with a job, not push me over the edges of desire all night long.
I would have him accompany me to
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“No problem,” I replied.
“Thank you,” she said softly, taking another sip of her wine.
“So. What do we do in the meantime?” I asked, sliding across the couch towards her, my cock throbbing and ready.
“Sleep, Slade. We sleep. It’s the middle of the fucking night,” she said, pushing me away half-heartedly.
“That was my point exactly,” I said with a smile. “The middle of the fucking night.”
“No!” she said with a smile, standing up. “I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow. The couch is really comfortable.”
I leaned back on the couch as she walked into her bedroom, reached down and squeezed my aching and very unhappy cock. I groaned at the pain.
So, she needs a little time to warm up , I thought. I’ll have her writhing under my tongue soon enough.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
Holy fuck . He was so much hotter than I remembered. After I had recovered from him barreling into me, and cussing out Reggie, it took all my strength to focus on telling him about Evie and why I needed him. I was burning alive under the intense heat of his gaze.
He was the most masculine man I had ever known. Masculinity oozed from his tall, thin frame, and his confidence was completely unnerving. He was more than confident, though. He was cocky, arrogant, and so fucking sure of himself. Most assuredly, he was completely unshakable.
Which is why I had called him in the first place. But fuck if I wasn’t second-guessing that phone call. Did I really need him to go to the club with me? The guy that followed me probably wouldn’t even be there again. I had a moment of weakness, that was all, and now here I was faced once again with the sexiest, most dangerous man I had ever known, that sure as hell didn’t have any place in my life.
That much was obvious. Hell, even Reggie could see that.
Fuck .
I lay in my bed, listening to him toss and turn on my couch, my body beginning to ache with yearning as I remembered the way he had touched me. The way he had kissed me. The way he had fucked me.
With wild abandon.
Savagely.
With a fiery passion that threatened to destroy every cell in my body with pleasure.
It was unlike any other romp in the sack I could remember. If I was honest with myself, I hadn’t even thought about any other old boyfriends since that night with Slade. He had eclipsed all other sexual experiences.
It was as if he knew my body better than I did.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I was a grown woman. And he was a grown man. What was the point of resisting him now?
I was torn. I felt like I should be focusing on finding Evie. Or, at least finding out anything I could about her, something that might be able to help the cops. She could be out there being raped, or tortured, or worse.
And here I was, lying in my fucking memory foam bed under a goddamned goosedown comforter in my luxury high-rise condo, enjoying all the fruits of my labor, completely comfortable and safe.
And instead of thinking about her, all I could think about was the outlaw biker on my couch, and how delicious his tongue would feel between my quivering thighs again.
What kind of sister was I?
One that was very distracted and starving for attention, I suppose.
***
Somehow, I managed to fall asleep. Not until I had slipped my hand between my legs and taken care of myself, though. I had done that a million times before, hundreds in the last few months, with Slade’s face front and center in my mind’s fantasies. Doing it with him under the same roof felt so wrong, but I couldn’t resist. My body was screaming for release.
I had almost called out for him, but I crammed my pillow in my mouth, determined not to make a fool of myself. I had asked him to come help me with a job, not push me over the edges of desire all night long.
I would have him accompany me to
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