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I certainly hoped not. I curled my tongue around the underside of his cock and pressed his silky rod against the roof of my mouth. I transferred my hands to the twin sacs at the root of his cock, weighing and squeezing them lightly in my palms. That seemed to set Rock off, and he began to pull back before thrusting forward again. Once he set the pace I did my best to use my tongue to give him pleasure. I found out quick enough that he was very sensitive beneath the ring of rough skin encircling the head.

His speed grew, his grunts sounded throughout the room, the hand in my hair was brutal, but I didn’t care. I sucked his cock hard, ran my tongue up and down the ridges and veins that lined it, tongued his balls while my fingers found and discovered the patch of sensitive nerves between his testicles and anus. He roared when I pressed firmly there, and exploded in my mouth. I swallowed his load as fast as I could, but there was so much that after a while I felt it slip out the corners of my mouth and run down my chin.

“Take it all, baby,” he panted, thrusting deep.

His thighs were quivering as I continued to suck. Every little movement drew a grunt out of him, and still his cock was leaking into my mouth. His hand loosened in my hair, but he didn’t totally release me. His breath left him in harsh pants, and I glanced up to see his beautiful abs and pecs rising and falling as he fought to suck in air. When there was no more cum I cleaned his cock thoroughly before releasing him.

“You milked me dry,” he said, helping me to my feet. I was surprised when Rock drew me to him and kissed me. Why not? How many times had he kissed me after making me come with his mouth? And I’d enjoyed the taste of myself on his mouth.

“I was wondering what I was going to have for breakfast.”

He shook his head with humor gleaming in his eyes. “I’ll bring you breakfast any morning you want, babe.”

“Do you think it will always be this good between us, Rock?”

“Babe, we’re going to fight, make no mistake about that, and there will be times you’re going to hate my guts because of the things I have to do, but this,” he motioned back and forth between us, “is always going to be fucking good between us.”

He was talking about the sex. I smiled, silently agreeing with him. We’d never had a problem enjoying each other’s bodies, no matter how we felt. “Are you home for a fuck fest?” I teased.

“I wish.” He sighed heavily. “But I gotta get on the road. Have some shit to take care of, and then church at noon. Have a feeling I’ll be home late, so don’t wait up.”

“You could have done that by phone,” I pointed out.

His grin came slow, and it was packed with wickedness. “And miss getting my dick sucked by the most incredible mouth in town?”

What? “In town?” I pulled away and slapped him on the chest at his insult. “How about at least the state of Maine, you jerk!” Rock was laughing, and trying to ward off my angry slaps, which were really pretty pathetic against his rock-hard chest. No way was I hurting him.

“I’ll have to think about that,” he said, taking hold of my wrists and bringing me up his chest. “I might need another test drive.”

I dropped my jaw, eyes growing big at his comment, which only made his smile bigger. “Another test drive!” I screeched at him in mock anger, struggling to pull away from his firm hold. “Maybe I need to test drive someone different just to compare cock sizes and performance!”

“You do and I’ll spank your little bottom until you can’t sit down.”

He may have been smiling, but I knew that his threat was real. I stopped struggling, as the image of Rock putting me over his knee and beating my bottom flashed through my mind. There was something erotic about the thought of him slapping my cheeks and turning my flesh red with his hand print. Holding his gaze, a slow smile spread across my face. “Maybe I’d like a spanking. It sounds kinky.”

He raised a brow. “You want to do a little experimenting, baby?” I could only nod, watching the arousal darken his eyes. “If I had time I’d show you a thing or two right now, but fuck, I’ve got to get on the road.” He gave me a rough kiss and then nudged me away so he could tuck his cock back inside and straighten his pants. His eyes were smoldering when he looked back down at me. “Soon.”

I swallowed hard, hearing a promise in that one strongly uttered word. Excitement shot through my body, all the way to my soul.

I could hardly wait!

Chapter 27

Rock

It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, leaving Allie looking all soft and sexy and wearing nothing but my shirt. I’d stopped there to fuck her, I wanted to put a baby in her belly, wanted to see her body changing with my kid. But as soon as she’d dropped to her knees and wrapped her pretty lips around my dick, nothing else had been important. Fuck, my dick was still tingling from her unexpected blowjob.

I could always fill her pussy with cum later.

Sam needed siblings. I thought about our morning trips to school. The only thing I didn’t like about them was that I had to take the fucking truck instead of my bike, but it was a small price to pay to spend some time alone with him. He was a talkative little man, and most of the time I’d just sit there and listen to him with a grin on my face, wondering how I got to be so fucking lucky, that a man like me, a killer and an outlaw, deserved a good woman, a family. Yet it had happened, because there I was with the woman I wanted, and a kid.

Sam was full of questions, and most of the time when he got going he was animated and full of life. His intelligence made me proud as fuck. He was perceptive, too. He watched what was going on around him, and when the time was right, he struck like a sneaky, little snake.

“Are you and mom gonna get married?”

His questions had come out of the blue, just before I pulled up to his school that morning. He’d been deep into talking about his new friends, Johnny, Nolan, and Kit, and how they played together on the playground and ate lunch together. Kit had a pony that he got to ride every day. Nolan had a baby sister that annoyed the heck out of him, and Johnny lived with his grandparents for some reason that Sam didn’t know. As I listened to his ramblings about his friends, he’d changed the subject so fast that I’d had a hard time catching up.

His question had floored me. I hadn’t given much thought about marriage, hell, some of my brothers made their women old ladies and called it good. I was thinking about his question and how to answer it when I stopped the truck for him to get out. Sam was staring at me, and I had a feeling he’d sit there for as long as it took for me to respond. I was saved when one of his friends came running up to the truck and opened the door.

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