Page 108 of Root

“Cunt? Bitch? Would you like one of those?”

I glare, heat pulsating in my veins. “Do you have the balls for it?”

“Baby, you know I’ve got the balls.”

“Then do it.”

He leans in. “Part of the fun and one of the rules, little switch, is I’m in control and I’ll do what I want when I want. And right now, I’m thinking.”

He pushes me and spins me back so I half land on the bike, and he’s pulled my jacket off I realize. Fine. If we’re gonna fuck, I don’t need it on.

But before I can right myself, he grabs my hands, uses the cords and ties them, the grips locking on one another.

He then lets me go and I push up, trying to get my hands free, as the lights from the city spread far below and the headlights give some reprieve from the night. But it’s still dark and he’s in the shadows.

“Why here?” he asks.

“I like the spot.”

There’s a flash of white teeth. “It took us almost half an hour to get here, Jessie. On your knees.”

“No.”

He still doesn’t move, but the air does. It shifts from night and cool to warm and thick and tense. I drag in a breath.

Then I sink to my knees.

I’m not obeying. It’s not the urge to bend to his whim and will beating at me like wings that makes me do it.

No.

It’s curiosity.

He doesn’t help as I go down, landing hard, and the jolt of pain is like a drug that hits.

The hiss of his zip fills the air, and he pulls out his thick cock. He’s still hard and he slowly strokes it. “Why here?”

“I like the spot.”

He sighs, straightens and jerks his cock in front of my face, in the light spilling from the headlights, I can see how he massages a small spot, just under the head of his dick. Is that sensitive? Or is it one of those places that early on is too much and stops that heat that leads to orgasm from taking over.

My mouth salivates at the thought of trying it out. With my fingers. Or my tongue as I suck on the tip before—

“Jessie?”

What do I tell him? The urge for confession beats in me, even though I can’t, even though I’m in the wrong place in all the ways, and truth will only get me dead. Or worse. Him.

Not that I care.

But whatever crimes the Wilders have committed isn’t against me or my brother. Or even the Ten64s.

Rush…

I swallow. “I used to come here with my brother before…”

“Before what?”

I’m jealous of that hand working him. “Before I landed him in trouble.”

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