Page 47 of Oh, Hell No

His eyes lifted from my chin to meet mine. The clear lightness in the slate-gray color of his irises shone in the sunlight. They were fascinating eyes.

“The woman I was with yesterday is my best friend’s wife. He had taken their son to change his diaper. I was staying close to her and keeping her safe while he did.”

Miss America was married and a mom?

Oz dropped his hand from my face and stepped back severalsteps, holding my gaze as he did so. There was a pleased gleam in his eyes, as if I had said something to put it there. He’d been the one talking. Not me. I’d been the one struggling to get proper oxygen and not squirm due to the things he was causing within my body.

A wickedness turned his lips and darkened his eyes.

“Oz Jr. has nothing on me. My tongue alone can do more than he ever could,” he said, then winked before turning and taking the few long strides to a black Hummer and climbing inside.

I blinked. His words replaying in my head now that his sexy image wasn’t commanding my every function.

“Did he say Oz Jr.?” I straightened, my eyes glued to his vehicle as he backed out of the spot.

Why would he know about my vibrator or what I called it? That was what he had been referring to, right?

My face flushed hot, and it wasn’t from the temperature outside. It had sure sounded like that was what he was talking about. I’d never told a soul about the vibrator or its nickname. That was my inside joke. I wouldn’t have told…

Oh God. no. No, no, no, no.

I covered my face with both hands. I had never told anyone about it that I could remember, and I couldn’t remember last night. The sloth. Toby hadn’t brought it to me. Oz had, and that was so ridiculously sweet, and…well, romantic. It made no sense. And what had I done, not remember it after apparently sharing that I called my vibrator Oz Jr.?

Why me? Why do I do stupid things?

I sat on the edge of my trunk, and then I realized…that had been last night. He’d come here, looking for me. He’d not gone inside the store. Had he followed me here? Maybe, but that wasn’t my actual point here.

My point was, even after I had said whatever I did last night, he had pressed against me. Touched me.

He had been hard and big, and I had felt it jerk.

I had made Oz Savelle hard.

I covered my cheeks with my hands and let out a long, shaky breath. That counselor was looking like a necessity. Who got this hot and bothered by someone who had done the things Oz had to me? Not normal people—that was who.

Twenty-Two

Oz

My focus was on my phone as I walked into the kitchen. I’d gotten the alert that there was movement, and that meant Winslet was home from school.

Since yesterday in the parking lot of the grocery store, I’d had to beat off six times. Last night, while I’d watched her sleep, I’d found the little vibrator she had named after me in her nightstand. I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought to look for one of those before. But after she’d told the sloth that she needed alone time with Oz Jr., I had been hell-bent on seeing her and touching her. She’d go back to the battery-operated poor excuse for my replacement with my touch on her body to remember.

I had just wanted to see what she used to get off with; I hadn’t planned on doing anything more than that. But she’d been lazy last night, and after using it, she’d not gotten up and cleaned it. Her scent was all over the thing, and the sticky coating snappedany moral code I might have been trying to hang on to. I licked her off of it and got so damn hard while doing it that I had to pull my dick out and jerk off while I made sure to get every bit of her arousal and cream.

Putting it back, I went to find the panties she’d worn that day and wrapped them around my cock to finish the job. As if she knew what was happening and wanted to give me a little inspiration, she kicked at the covers, and her legs opened. I couldn’t see up the leg of her shorts, but they were molded to her mound and slit, which was all I needed. Her taste on my tongue and her panties rubbing against me with that image had made it hard to be silent as I shot my load all over the pink satin and lace.

This morning, she’d walked into the living room in nothing but panties, and I had been on my way to the kitchen for breakfast. Seeing her, I turned around and went right back to my bedroom, praying to any god who would listen that she’d go get her little battery-operated toy and bring it into the living room to pleasure herself.

She didn’t, but she stayed bent over, digging around in the bag she took back and forth to work, so long that it was as if she knew I could see her and was giving me a show. The string in the back went right up her ass and between her pussy lips. I was groaning as I came when she stood back up, then took one of her pretty pink-painted fingernails and ran it down the back to free the fabric from her gorgeous, round ass. That had produced another hard squirt.

No one could ever know I was doing this. Any of it. I was fucking depraved. I knew breaking into her apartment at night was wrong, but I wasn’t about to stop. I needed it. Not to get off to, but so I knew she was safe. That the candle was not lit, that no one broke in, that she wasn’t sick and alone. This was ultimately for her safety. If she was going to walk around the apartment naked, then, yes, I was going to get my dick out and watch myown personal porn.

Right now, she was clothed, so no guilt. I kept my eyes on the screen while I pulled out a Muscle Milk and opened it to take a long pull. I’d just worked my arms in the gym at our house with Bane. He still had me by twenty pounds, but I was going to get there. I needed to spend more time on the punching bag, like he did. Once I downed this drink, I would head back in and start on that.

Winslet stepped out of view after dropping her bag, and I waited, but she didn’t return. I shut it off and put it in my pocket to see Bane was in the kitchen, watching me. I hadn’t heard him come in. He was supposed to be working on his legs.

“What’s got you looking at your phone every five minutes?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

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