Page 92 of Watercolor Skulls

I run a knife along the package. “Okay, blow jobs are not a first for you. Hm, let’s see? Have you ever had your pussy feasted on?”

When she doesn’t answer I swivel my head towards her. She’s biting her lip nervously.

“Well?” I think I know the answer and suddenly I want to beat her ex into the ground. What kind of man takes pleasure without giving it? Asshole.

Deciding to let her off the hook on this one because I feel like shit for even asking, I pop off another question. “Ever had someone fuck your ass.”

Her eyes go wide the previous question forgotten. Good. She blinks slow, her lips parting. This question intrigues her.

“No,” she whispers.

Her answer sends a surge of blood to my cock.

Buzzzzzzz.

She thrashes against the counter, turning to face me. Her eyes beg me to stop, beg me to keep going. “Jesus, oh God, Jesus,” she pants. Lust kisses her skin, making it glow, and look. Oh so. Fucking. Sexy.

I shut it off.

Chuckling, I drop the bacon in skillet. My eyes are on hers as I go back to the pancakes. She reluctantly breaks eye contact and stumbles to the stove, pouring the eggs into a pan. She reaches for the salt and pepper on the rack over the stove. A portion of her creamy skin is revealed to me. God, my fucking balls ache more than I thought they would. I hope breakfast goes fast.

She rubs her legs together obviously trying to ease the ache between her thighs. I give it a few short bursts to keep her going. Lily lets her head fall back. “I…I can’t do it here,” she grits out.

I walk over and swat her ass with the spatula. “Yes, you can.”

The first sizzle of bacon crackles on the griddle. Both of our heads turn towards it in unison. Then they go to the ceiling as footsteps sound the alarm.

I smirk as she presses her back into the counter, staring at me. “Please,” she begs prettily.

Holding the phone up to where she can see it, I slowly slide the bar higher and higher. Her eyes open wide as she rises to her tippy toes. The sounds from upstairs get louder. A bead of sweat runs down her neck. Fuck that’s hot.

Taking two big steps towards her, I press my hand against her jeans, pushing the vibrator firmly against her. “Come,” I growl low in her ear. She instantly convulses against me, throwing her head back. After, a long minute I let off the control, bringing her back down. She breathes heavily, dropping her head to my chest. Once I’m sure she won’t fall over I step back.

“Goddamn, I love bacon,” Raffe says as he steps into the kitchen.

Lily’s eyes dart to mine, a flush still kissing her cheeks and rushing down her neck. She swallows hard, struggling to control her breathing.

Raffe pats my back as I flip the pancakes. His eyes roam from the bacon to Lily. She turns away, sticking her head in a cupboard. I laugh out loud. She throws me one of her,I’m going to murder you in your sleep,looks before promptly sticking her head back in the cupboard.

Raffe shakes his head in amusement, pulling a piece of bacon off the stove and chomping on it.

Lily huffs when she realizes she can’t hide in the cupboard all day. She stomps her foot and turns to face Raffe. “I’m making you all breakfast as a thank you,” she says, tossing her hip into him to get him to move away from the stove.

He chuckles, pointing his bacon at her. “She’s been spending too much time with the dark one.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Lily

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They both laugh asthe dark onewalks into the room. Jesse cocks an eyebrow, making them quickly smother their enjoyment.

I smile to myself. Jesse is badass. I love her.

Everyone has a wonderful breakfast. All of the tension from the past few days washes away. My eyes fall over each of my new friends, lingering longer on the one who makes my heart beat faster. Dan makes life fun. He is never in a rush. He truly lives in the moment. Sensing my eyes on him he turns, an ornery grin spreads across his face. He winks at me before turning back to listen to Billie Rose who is babbling in the chair next to him. She’s so tiny compared to him. My chest gives a little squeeze.

Jackson happily chomps on a piece of bacon as he sits on my lap. His focus on the little chrysalis hanging on the branch in his bug catcher. Raffe nudges me. “Hey, I was going to ask if you want to drive down to Vegas with Rachel, Jackson and me? I wanted to give Jenny’s parents the news in person, you know?”

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