Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
All the while we did this, the others spoke around us.
Occasionally I’d throw a word in here or there, but my mind was focused on one thing.
Rue.
My hand was on fire with the heat of her pussy, and it took all that I had to keep myself from shoving her panties aside and shoving my fingers deep into her hot, wet pussy.
I had some manners, after all.
“We’re going to head out, then. Our sixteen year old neighbor is watching Marie, but she has to go to school tomorrow; we can’t stay out too much longer,” Cody said as he stood from the booth.
His eyes went to the hand I had under Rue’s shirt, but quickly skidded away.
Not before giving me a sly look as he stood and threw his jacket around his shoulders.
Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her pants and let her stand.
She gave Cody and Dooley hugs while I stood to let Dante out of his seat.
He stood, and I offered my hand to him again. “Nice to meet you.”
He took it. “Our grandmothers are in the same nursing home. There’s nothing between us. I have a wife.”
I acknowledged that with a thankful nod. “Thanks.”
“You got a good girl, my man,” he said with a back slap.
He left after that, giving Rue a squeeze on the shoulder.
My vision blurred as my hands clenched into fists.
I, of course, didn’t care that it was an innocent touch. Nor about the fact that he had a wife.
What saved him were Rue’s eyes.
They were on me the whole time.
Her expression never wavered.
An expression that I couldn’t quite read.
“What?” I asked.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then she threw herself into my arms.
In front of the entire bar.
I caught her, my hands going to her ass, before she pressed her mouth to mine.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked it, wrapping my tongue around hers.
My cock rose, filling with so much blood so fast, that it started to throb.
One of my hands let go of her ass enabling me to tangle it into the long brown locks of her hair.
Her arms encircled my neck, pulling me as close as we could be without us being naked.
“Take me home,” she gasped against my mouth.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a year now,” I growled into her mouth.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she tried.
“It means fucking everything,” I said as I started walking with her out the door.
I could hear the crowd around me hooting and hollering.
I knew they were watching.
They knew what we were about to do.
But I could give less than a fuck.
I’d gone nearly a year without her.
She’s lucky she didn’t make me wait much longer.
It wouldn’t have been pretty.
“This is just one night. Nothing else,” she urged as she started running her lips down the column of my throat.
I exited the front door and walked to the spot I’d parked my bike, hidden in shadow, yet in full view of the bar beyond the glass window.
She started sucking on my neck, and I lost what little control I had.
Chapter 8
If you think a woman’s place is in the kitchen, then you’ve clearly not been using her right.
-Life Lesson
Cleo
“Let’s go,” I growled against her hair.
When she didn’t let go, I fisted her hair and pulled her off me.
The suction of her mouth on my neck let go with a sucking pop, and she panted.
Her eyes were hooded with desire, and I was lost.
“If we don’t go now, we’ll do something in front of this bar window that’s going to be witnessed by no less than fifteen cops,” I gasped.
She smiled, her lips tilting in a sensuous smile. “Go fast.”
Her order set fire to my blood, and I started the bike up with a roar.
She hopped on excitedly behind me, wrapping herself around my torso, and getting so close I didn’t know where I ended and she began.
On the ride to my house, she caressed my abs, the outside of my thighs, never quite straying across that line, but toeing it with the best of them.
I’d just pulled into my driveway when her hand found its way underneath my shirt, running the pad of her thumb across my left nipple.
I pulled up to the house, shut off the bike, and started walking towards the door before she was even aware I was gone.
She didn’t take long to get off the bike, and by the time she did, I already had my front door unlocked, the lights on, and my shirt off.
She followed suit, ripping her shirt off her body, taking the bra with it.
Her beautiful tits popped free, bouncing with her exuberance, and I stared.
My mouth watered as I ripped my belt open, popped the buttons on my jeans, and bent down to unlace my boots.
All the while, I kept my eyes on hers; hers locked with mine, and we watched the other as we stripped down to our skin.
Her body was fuller than it used to be, but no less beautiful.
There was more of her to hold on to now, and my dick seemed to like it.
Her nipples beaded under my scrutiny, and we started towards each other at the same time.
She leapt into my arms once I was close enough to her. I wrapped one arm around her back, and the other around her thigh.
The tips of my fingers grazed her pussy, and she moaned as she slammed her mouth down on mine.
This kiss was nothing like it was in the bar.
This one was all desperation.
Hands, arms, fingers, tongue, hair pulling.
This was the type of sex that was so long overdue that neither one of us had any control.
My fingers went further into her wet heat, slipping past the lips of her sex, plunging deep into her core.
She arched, inadvertently placing her tit at mouth level, and I devoured it as if it was my last meal.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her hands going into my hair and yanking me closer.
“Goddamn, you taste...” I groaned sucking her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it so hard it elicited a gasp from her, followed by a flood of wetness from her pussy.