Page 23 of Something to Talk About

“You sure?” I double-check she is okay with where this is going.

“Positive,” she mewls just as my phone rings on her nightstand. I’m between a rock and a hard place. Technically, I’m not on call at the station, but because we’re short-staffed, I’ve offered to be available. Of course, this all happened before Lennon Sinclair entered my life, and now, I’m having doubts about answering my phone when I agreed to the deal in the first place.

“Gotta get that, Lennon. Hate like fuckin’ hell I’m going to lose your tight cunt wrapped around my dick, but I’m on call.” Lennon does the complete opposite of what I expect.

“No way. You stay right there. I’ll grab it for you.” She doesn’t crawl off my lap. She stays on my cock while reaching for my phone, and I somehow manage not to lose her cunt. My hand cups her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple, feeling her body jolt at the sensation.

“Like this, Lennon. A whole fucking lot,” I tell her as she brings the phone to me. I look at the screen, a war waging inside my brain on whether to answer it or not.

“Me too.” She lowers down another inch.

I answer the phone, breathing through the need to fuck my cock into her. “Hey, Kenny.” I lose Lennon’s heat the minute I say my sister’s name, and now I’m having major fucking regrets.

“Hi, um, are you busy?” Something is wrong. Kennedy doesn’t call me unless she needs help or there’s a problem. We see each other often, and she’s got no problem stopping at my place whenever she gets the notion.

“Nope, what’s wrong?” I reply, looking at my watch, noticing the time. Kennedy and Briar should be home right now

“My car overheated, and we’re stranded in the parking lot of the grocery store. I’m going to have to call for a tow, but there’s no way I’m going to put Briar in the front seat of a truck with someone I don’t know. So, if you could come grab her, I’ll stay and wait with my car.” I knife up, sliding my hand along the slope of Lennon’s hip.

“I’ll be there in fifteen. You’re not getting in a truck with a driver, and you’re not waiting for them to arrive, either, not fucking alone.” Jesus, it’s like she’s got to be Miss Independent every waking moment.

“Okay, thank you, Asher. Really, thank you. I thought it’d be a quick trip to the store for ice cream, and we’d be fine. I didn’t think my car would give me problems. She never has before.” I can hear the anxiety creeping into her voice.

“Anytime, you know that. Sit tight. We’ll be there in a few minutes.” Lennon is already moving toward her dresser, and while it sucks I’m not inside her, watching her spur intoaction to help take care of my sister, plus seeing her naked backside, goddamn phenomenal is what it is.

“Oh no, you’re with Lennie. I’ll call Trent or Jagger. Don’t worry about us,” Kennedy tries to placate me.

“The fuck you will. Trent is on the clock, and Jagger is out of town. Johnny is at the club tonight, Tysen is flying over God knows where, Luke has been on call for the past week at the hospital, Jude doesn’t know dick about cars, Crew is probably working his life away, and Matthew is busy.” I go down the list of friends who are more like family, making excuses for some, but mostly, I can take care of my sister with Lennon beside me.

“Fine, I’ll apologize to Lenny when I see her.” I’m about to hang up the damn phone on her crazy ass.

“You’re crazy you think Lennon doesn’t understand family needs one another from time to time. Apology or not, now, the faster I get off the phone, the faster we’ll be there. I love you, and sit tight.” I tell her while tugging on a pair of jeans.

“I love you, too.” She hangs up first, and I finish getting dressed.

“What do you need me to do?” Lennon asks me. She’s already thrown on her clothes and has her phone in hand, ready to rock and roll.

“You’re doing everything and more already.” She nods. I press a quick kiss to her lips, finish dressing, and we head out the door toward my truck. Hopefully, we’ll pick up where we left off later tonight.

18

ASHER

We made it to my sister and Briar in record time. When the girls were all introduced to one another, my niece took a liking to Lennon in half a second, and Kennedy did the same. We stood and talked for a few minutes, then Lennon suggested while I waited for the tow truck driver, they go into the grocery store and pick up what they originally came for: ice cream. While they were inside, the driver pulled up, and I directed him to drop her car off at our parents’ place. Ken, our stepdad, owned a mechanic shop at one time. He still has a setup in the backyard, and a quick text message stated we’d look at it tomorrow. He and Mom would be up to direct the tow where to go.

We got Kennedy and Briar settled into their apartment while I tried to be a better person by not stating if she’d allow us to help, she’d live in a safer area. Her place itself isn’t bad; the inside is clean and decorated. It’s the lack ofsecurity, the fact people can come and go all hours of the day and night, plus the playground area is absolute shit.

“My place or yours?” Lennon asks as I put my truck inParkin my driveway.

“Yours. You have work tomorrow. We’re gonna finish what we started.”

“Asher.” The overhead lights show me Lennon likes that idea. I reach for the door, well aware of the fact that if I so much as put my hands on her before we’re behind closed doors, I’ll be taking her where anyone could see, and there’s no way I’ll allow that to happen.

I hop out of the truck, make my way around the front, and open Lennon’s door. She places her hand in mine. “Like the way you say my name, gorgeous. I like it a whole lot. I’ll like it even better when you’re flat on your back and my cock is deep inside you,” I murmur into her ear as we walk across the lawn. Lennon is attempting to take the keys out of her bag, and since it’s dark, I can feel instead of see the effects my words have on her.

A sigh leaves her pretty mouth, her body sinks into mine, and as soon as she finds her keys, I take them from her. We’re up the front porch steps, I’m sliding the key in the lock, and she’s turning around to plaster our fronts together. She’s on the tips of her toes, reaching for my mouth but getting my throat instead.

“Lennon.” The key slides home, a twist of the knob, and we’re inside. I do what needs to be done, assuring the door is closed and locked. Then my hand slides down her back and lands between her legs, and I lift her up with one hand while cupping her cheek with the other. My mouth attaches tohers, and managing to keep my eyes open while walking to her room takes an act of fucking God. The first time I have her slick cunt wrapped around me won’t be up against the wall. I want her spread out. The taste I got earlier will never be enough. I’m going to want to eat, live, and breathe while being inside Lennon.

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