Page 38 of All My Broken Dreams

“First time. I read a lot of magazines when I was in boarding school.”

She laughed again and then did this thing that he just couldn’t believe. Robbie cupped his face in her hands and kissed her juices off his mouth. Were all girls like that? Her hands moved over his back, tracing his muscles, exploring his body down to his buttocks–it was like she couldn’t get enough of him.

Not what he expected. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard to stop.

Alastair told him to seduce her–that instruction alone was enough to make Deacon put on the brakes. Seducing her was his uncle’s agenda, not his. Not like this, when he was keeping his uncle’s secret.

Her hand reached between them and folded around his cock. The flannel was zero protection.

“Either my hand is really small or you are really big.” Her eyes met his. “Deacon?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I do to you what you did to me? That’s allowed isn’t it? That’s everything but.”

Fuck.

“Sure.” He moved to his side of the bed and slid out of his boxers.

His erection stood up like a mast on a ship at sea. It was embarrassing. Deacon was not one of those guys who was proud of his genitals. At least he was circumcised, for which he would be eternally grateful to his mother for dealing with that when he was a baby. But his balls were ponderously big. That’s why Falcon called him an ox. It was a nickname they had for him after seeing him in the shower.

“You are beautiful.” Robbie looked him full in the face. “How are you so beautiful?”

He laughed. “You don’t have to do this. I can take care of this situation myself.”

She responded by placing her lips around the head of his cock and ever so slowly sucking him down into her throat.

She was going to choke.

Or he was. Deacon closed his eyes and moaned so loudly, he scared himself.

One hand gripped his shaft and stroked him up and down while her mouth, warm and wet, simulated fucking her pussy. Her free hand cupped and fondled his balls. Every move was deliberately exploratory as though she had never sucked a man off before.

There were probably a lot of things she hadn’t done before. Just like him. They could do them together. Experiment with each other.

He bellowed. It had snuck on him so fast, too fast to hold it back.

“Oh fuck me–Robbie!”

He came in her mouth like a fucking teenager.

Robbie didn’t care. She sat back on her haunches and smacked her lips, blissfully proud and unconscious that he had done anything wrong.

Deacon had two powerful emotions going on at the same time and he was used to handling only one. His body was quaking and shuddering from the aftershock of being sucked off and his mind was trying to understand the girl perched between his legs.

“It was good, wasn’t it?” she said gleefully. “I got you good. Now we’re even.”

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be even if that’s how you give head. Cunnilingus can’t be as good as that felt.”

“Well, I guess we have a month to find out. I can stay here until December.”

She adjusted her position so that her shoulder didn’t take her weight. Robbie settled under his arm, lying her head against his chest.

“You’re staying in Edinburgh?”

“Absolutely. I was in shock before. Meeting his biological father and learning that Harry kept it from me was hard to process. But I can’t forget the message he left me in his flat.”

Deacon’s heart pounded. “What message?”

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