Page 71 of Keep You Close

When I’d looked up at her after, she’d been all glassy-eyed again, overwhelmed.

“No, baby,” I said when she’d hopped down, and immediately went to her knees in front of me, her hands going to my waistband.

“No?” she asked, body tensing like I’d slapped her.

“It doesn’t need to be reciprocal,” I said, my fingers brushing down her cheek. “I didn’t go down on you, so you would do the same for me.”

“I want to,” she said. Then, when she didn’t think I was convinced, her hand moved over my straining cock. “I need to taste you too,” she admitted, cheeks all pink.

And, fuck, I couldn’t deny her it when she genuinely seemed to mean it, could I?

So I sat back as she freed me, as she teased me with her tongue, then took me into her lips, into her mouth.

She worked me slowly at first, trying to figure out what I liked best, then faster as she gained confidence, her one hand fisting my cock, stroking it as she sucked, as the other went to my balls, massaging as she worked me up and through an orgasm, taking me deep so I came down her throat.

And I swear I saw fucking white at the intensity of it.

Then, yeah, she’d needed to get herself ready for work.

She’d be beat when she got home, so I didn’t think we’d get another round in before King showed up to take me to the doctor.

But, fuck, all bets were off when I had the damn cast off. I was going to fuck her to oblivion morning, noon, and night.

“You always were impatient to get on the move again,” Scotti said, a sadness overtaking her features.

“So, what do you think of that SUV?” I asked, glancing back at it.

“My car?” she asked, brows pinching as Rush came down the ladder to unburden her of the boxes, but only because he wanted a slice. “It’s… fine. Why?”

“I’m taking recommendations for a car. I’m going to get one after my appointment tomorrow.”

“Wait,” she said, brows pinching. “You’re buying a car? Like… to keep here?”

“Well, to use,” I said, kind of enjoying her confusion. I’d had similar conversations with Rush and Nixon since they showed up, watching as their confusion led to understanding at what I was saying.

That I was planning to hang around.

At least for the most part.

“To use until your boot is off?” she asked.

“Yeah. And after that. Gonna need to get around somehow.”

“Wait,” she said, body stiffening, like she was bracing for me to disappoint her hopes. “Are you saying you plan to… stick around? Even when you’re healed?”

“I mean, I still have some traveling to do here and there. But I’ve been… researching some shit, looking into opening a business.”

“In Navesink Bank?”

“Well, over by the beach,” I clarified.

“And you’re going to… work there?”

“Someone’s gotta,” I said, working to flatten the smile that threatened to pull at my lips.

I didn’t anticipate the way a sob escaped her.

Scotti, as a whole, was not a woman who cried often. I would know. I’d been close with her for most of her life, until she went off and married Mark.

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