Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I don’t believe him but I don’t press. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. So instead of prying, I hug his arm and let him know I’m here if he changes his mind.
Sargent
Work has been tough today seeing as I’ve been neglecting it to spend time with a certain little fiery brunette. I need to do what Cassius has done and hire somebody to handle the mundane shit so I can stay away even more. The business is running smoothly, there are teams of people for all the different areas, but there are some things that are better left to me.
When I’m done, I head to the grocery store and pick up a few things for dinner.
I decide on lamb, I’ve never made Tempest lamb and if she’s already eaten, I’ll just make it for myself.
When I arrive home, Maddox is sitting on the sofa, drinking beer and the place stinks of weed.
I sigh and look at his easy smile as he brings a large glass, blue and green striped bong to his lips.
“What is this, a frat house? It stinks in here.”
“It was all Pest’s idea.” He grins and I decide not to chastise him for it. It isn’t illegal and it’s not like he’s choosing this over work. I just wish he’d done it outside. The door is open but I’m still going to get an unwanted secondhand high.
“Where is she?” I ask, looking around the room for her, expecting to find her within the vicinity.
“She’s outside painting,” he replies and I take off running. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Tempest?” I yell, my heart hammering as I round the corner, skidding on the wet tiles from the pool.
“Here,” she calls and I find her in her art corner, painting on a large canvas. “STOP!”
I immediately do so and raise a brow when she turns the easel away and picks up a half-smoked joint out of a bowl on the ground.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, scanning her with my eyes.
“You’re not allowed to see my paintings until they’re done. You know that.”
“I do know that but are you forgetting about the knife-wielding maniac? You shouldn’t be out here alone.”
“I have mace spray and a Taser… where did I put them?” She starts looking under sheets of paper and piles of paint trays for the objects. Then she gives up, shrugs and lights the joint.
I’m not a fan of smoking but I have to admit she looks so sexy as she lets it out through her lips, making tiny Os in the smoke.
“Want some?” She holds the joint out to me but I don’t take it. “Relax a little, Sarge.”
“I don’t do that shit and you shouldn’t either.”
“When I smoke it, I can deep throat,” she singsongs, walking toward me, the lit joint still in her hand. She takes one last inhale before dropping it onto the ground.
Her words got my dick hard. Shit. I want to test her theory so badly.
I gasp when she crushes her lips to mine, her eyes still open. Wagging her eyebrows, she breathes out and I breathe in, feeling my throat tighten and tingle as I inhale the smoke from her lungs.
It’s only a small amount so it doesn’t do much, but it does allow her the opportunity to grip my arms and pull me around the side of the gym, out of sight of my son.
I hardly get the chance to think or protest when she drops to her knees, pulls me free of my clothing and sucks me into her mouth.
“Jees…” I murmur, placing my hand on her head as she goes to fucking town on my cock. Her warm, wet, willing mouth is so soft and perfect. I lean forward and push gently into her mouth. She sucks, licks, grips, and rolls in all of the right places and then she swallows the head of me and I am so glad I came home when I did.
I’m so close, my balls are so fucking tight it’s painful. I want to hold out and fuck her right here, but I also want her to swallow me, not just my dick but everything I give her when I come.
“Tempest,” I warn, letting her know I’m nearly there. She keeps going, keeps forcing me deeper and deeper, until I cry out. A burn spreads through my body and the most intense orgasm I have ever felt hits me, wave after wave of pure bliss. I force myself to watch her as I shoot into her open mouth and she pumps my cock with her hand, ensuring every last drop is gone before swallowing and hell… I almost come again just watching that.
“God, I fucking love you,” I blurt breathlessly and yank her up to me.
She smiles languidly, her lips swollen and red, her hair messy and wild, her eyes relaxed and happy. Then I realize what I said and all I can think is… well shit.