Page 91 of Bought and Broken

He sighs. “Okay, Dev. Are you sure you’re safe? You’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Dane. Call me after you talk to Summer, okay?”

“I will. And hey, that charity event is this Friday. You’re still coming, right?”

Charity event? What—then it clicks.

“Oh, I forgot about that. But yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“So, I’ll see you then, at least?” he asks hopefully.

“Definitely.”

“I love you, Devon. You’re the best sister ever, I swear.”

I smile.

“Damn right I am, Dane. Love you.”

“Love you more, little sis.”

I’m happy we could end things on a good note. It’s such a relief. And what’s even better is Tate is walking toward the patio doors just as I put my phone down.

Chapter Forty-Three

Tatum

I hear the tail end of her phone call, and want to ask how it went, but instead I sit beside her and wait for her to tell me what’s going on. I’ve learned I have to keep balance between going to her and letting her come to me. She doesn’t want to feel like I’m controlling her but wants to know that I care enough. Honestly, she’s pretty easy to figure out.

Or so I think…

Because when she crawls over to me, throwing her leg over my lap to straddle me, I’m shocked. We’re outside, on the patio. And not that I have neighbors close enough to see, but this is an open space.

“How was your day?” she asks in a sultry tone. Her hair falls forward, framing her face. I tug on the ends of it that have fallen between us.

“Dull,” I say, leaning back to get comfortable.

“Is it better now?”

“Seems like it’s about to be.” I slide my hands up her bare thighs, teasing the insides with my thumbs.

She smiles at me, leaning in for a kiss. She stops just before our lips meet.

“I want your cum in my mouth, Tatum.”

Fucking hell…

Grasping her chin, I press my lips to hers.

“Then you better get started.”

With her bottom lip between her teeth, she slowly moves back until she’s on her knees. I scoot further down, and she reaches for my pants to unbutton them. I’m already hard and she awkwardly gets my dick out. She was confident right up until this moment, when she now looks unsure. Scared, even.

“It’s not going to suck itself, Devon.”

She blinks a few times, staring at my dick like she doesn’t know what it is. Hesitantly, she wraps her hand around my dick and leans forward. When her perfect lips wrap around the head of my cock, I see fucking stars. She’s doing more licking than sucking, but just the idea of her having my dick in her mouth is a dream come true.

She’s wanted to suck me off since Myrtle Beach, and as badly as I wanted her to, something about fucking her was so much better.

---