Page 117 of Between the Lines

She speeds up, just a little. “Oh?”

“He writes from prison like clockwork. To me, to Mandy, and to my mother. But I haven’t responded to a letter in a long time.” I reach up and pillow my head with my arms. I need a better view. “The last time I did, it was intercepted by someone who leaked it to the press.”

Her mouth opens, and her hand falters. Almost without her realizing it. “What? Really?”

“Yes. I killed the story. Had to pay a hell of a lot of money to do it, too.”

“Shoot. I’m so sorry.”

“Saves me the trouble of needing to have a relationship with him, I suppose. Chaos, your hand.”

“Oh. Right.” She looks down, at where I’m hard and aching, and smiles softly. Her hand speeds up, and her grip tightens.

“It was right before Zion,” I volunteer.

Her movements falter. “When your letter was… intercepted?”

“Yes.” This room is too hot. “I had to… get out of LA for a bit. Clear my head. But I found you instead.”

“I didn’t help?”

“You helped,” I say darkly. “But my head hasn’t been clear since.”

Her other hand reaches below to grip my balls.

“Fuck,” I bite out. They’re sensitive as hell, and here she is, fondling them. A steady electric pulse pounds through me. Every firm stroke of her hand sends a jolt through my limbs.

“Do you miss having a relationship with your dad?”

“This is the weirdest hand job I’ve ever received.”

The grip on my balls tightens, but her hand on my cock stills. I nearly buck into her palm, needing her to keep stroking. Fuck if I’m not turned on like hell.

“I like giving you weird,” she says.

“Uh-huh. Right. It’s complicated.” I look at her hand wrapped around my dick. Long fingers, short nails, no nail polish. I don’t know why I like that. The no-nail-polish thing. But I do. “I’m angry with him. Have been for years. Since before the FBI came to pick him up, to be honest.” My voice comes out between harsh breaths. “He was not a very present father or husband.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Her hand curves over my head on an upturn, and it’s almost painful with how hard I am and how desperately I want even more. Her naked again, beneath me, against me. Her tight, wet heat surrounding me.

“There are moments I miss that I shouldn’t. All of us at the house during the summers. Rare times when he would fire up the grill, and I would help him. Hearing him bark orders on the boat. But those are just moments, I suppose… and not the total sum of a person. So, no. I don’t misshim.”

“He saddled you with an awful lot of things when he did what he did.” Her voice is soft, but her grip isn’t. She rolls my balls in her hand and grips my head tightly, and the only thing I can do is nod. My jaw is clenched while I try not to explode all over her pretty fingers.

“Yes, he did. And he lied throughout all of it. To investors, to the Board members. To me.” I force my head back against the pillow. “Fuck, Chaos, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“I think you’ve earned it. You’ve given me more in the last ten minutes than over the previous weeks.” She starts to lean down, her lips dangerously close to the leaking head of my cock.I know how good it would feel. Her hot lips stretched over me, wet heat?—

But I put my hand on her shoulder. “No.”

Her eyes flick to mine. “What?”

“Our deal. What you do to me, I do to you, remember? And you don’t want me going down on you. So no blow jobs.”

It’s fucking agony to say the words.

But it’s worth it for the widening of her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Tell me why you don’t like it, and I’ll rescind the rule.”

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