Page 50 of Dizzy

“We gotta get goin’.” I take out my wallet and hand her my credit card. “Grab some bras and panties and meet us in the truck in twenty minutes.”

She’s got a speculative gleam in her eyes when she snatches the card. I stalk forward and press her into a mirror. She’s yields to me instantly, lets me slip my leg between her thighs. I’m immediately hard.

“You’re not in the car in twenty minutes, I’m canceling that card. Then I’m comin’ for you.”

Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling. I want to spin her, fuck her from behind, and watch her face in the mirror. But you know—kids.

So I kiss her. I love kissing her. She’s surprised every damn time. I look, and her eyes are wide and round and dazed as hell. I don’t think she’s been kissed much before.

She’s not a virgin. I didn’t figure she was—kind of girl who parties with bikers—but I eased into her pussy earlier, just in case. She was tight, but she took me easy enough. She ain’t experienced, though. For all her sass, when I went for her asshole, she got real flustered.

When she came, that look on her face? Like a revelation? Yeah, she don’t know what she’s doing. It’s crazy, but I love that, too.

“Buy white panties and bras. With lace and shit.”

“I’ll buy what I want,” she sasses.

I spin her, clap my hand on her ass, and head out. It ain’t nearly as satisfying when she’s wearing leggings.

“White. Lace. Don’t test me, woman.”

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Fay-Lee strolls toward the truck,smirking like the cat that ate the canary, in nineteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds. She struts, a dozen bags dangling off her arms, wrist to shoulder. She must’ve just piled shit on the counter.

I hate to disappoint her, but I ain’t mad.

When we get home and the boys are in bed, I’m gonna make her try on every single thing she bought for me. And then I’m gonna spank her ass again.

I’m fairly sure she’ll go along with it. She ain’t brought up what happened at the club in the basement. And she don’t seem scared of me. Not going by that smile on her face.

I grab the bags and stick ‘em in the bed, batten ‘em down with the cargo net. She’s climbed into the cab before I get the chance to hand her up. I’m gonna need to break her of that habit. Men open doors for women. Parker and Carson need to learn right.

My step’s light as I hop in. The boys are in the back, earbuds already in, playing on those damn phones.

If it were up to me, they wouldn’t have ‘em, but Sharon insists that she be able to reach them at any time. As far as I can tell, she don’t call or text, but I’m gonna respect her wishes. I considered givin’ them limits, but it’s like that damn mess downstairs.

I put my foot down, and then I got a deadline on a mod, or one of them gets sick, or I get sick, and they’re glued back on the fucking things. The house is wrecked. And I’m too damn tired to fuss.

And then there’re moments like this, when I’m almost grateful for the damn things.

“Card?” I hold out my hand.

“What card?” She blinks all innocent, but she can’t hide her wonky smile.

“You think you’re cute, don’t you?”

“I know I am.”

“I just want you to know, that’s ten.”

“Ten what?”

“You’ll find out tonight. Itwasfive. Now it’s ten.”

Her eyes grow wide. She squirms in her seat. She knows what I’m talking about.

The muscles in my stomach draw tight with excitement. Her ass was so perfect, glowing rosy red, bouncing under my hand. I need to see it again. Feel that rush. I know it’s kinky. But not,reallykinky, right?

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