Page 175 of Heartless Legacy

I let her get some hits in. Her fighting me won’t stop what’s about to happen. I grab her wrists, holding them in one hand to keep her from swinging again, then grab her around her middle with my other arm, hoisting her onto the hood of my car. My chest heaves as I push my way between her legs. “You bet on me?”

“Betting is kind of the point of these things.”

“No. Thea. I mean, you took your money and bet on me to place in the top three?”

She scoffs at me. “Um, you’re kidding, right?” She fans her wad of cash back and forth. “You don’t win these kinds of stacks for top three. I bet on you to place first with at least point forty-five seconds between you and the second place car.”

I’m dumbfounded. There are tons of things I want to say, but the only question I can get out is, “Why?”

“What do you mean, why? I like money and saw an opportunity to make some.”

“But you didn’t know I was gonna follow your suggestion.”

“That’s why the lead was less than half a second. If I thought for sure you were going to listen, then I’d have definitely given it three quarters of a minute.” She frowns up at me. “What’s the problem? I paid you out.”

“You expect me to keep the money?”

“Of course. You earned it.”

“And you’ve earned what’s about to happen.”

She yelps when I pop open the button on her jeans, yanking them and her panties down her legs, before pushing her further up the hood. I ignore her protests, hooking her legs over my arms and burying my face between them. I eat her from taint to slit because I meant it. She. Earned. This. No one at these races bet on me, and if they do, they’re not saying so or paying me a cut of their earnings. I don’t need the money. I’m not taking her money. But that she sees me as an equal in this world. That means a lot to me.

“God, you’re so good at that.” She moans.

I don’t want to think about why I’m so good. I focus on her and genuinely wanting her to enjoy it. To please her, because she’s pleased me. “That’s it. Right there. Stay right there,” she gasps when I suck her clit. “Fuck, you make my pussy feel so good.”

Her talking to me like this makesmefeel good. In my world, you’re not supposed to seek validation. Of course, you want to be the best. You fight for it. But it’s all points, money, power, and measurable data. Nobody tells yougood job, just for the hell of it.

“Oh, yes. Oh yes. So good. Don’t stop.” She grips my hair with both hands, holding me in place. Working her hips. Using my face. I’m so hard listening to her. Hard letting her use my face like this. I ignore the ache in my chest. Ignore the voice saying to ask for something I’m not supposed to want.

“That’s it.” She coos. “Stay right there, big guy. Right there. Eat this pussy like it’s your last meal. Make me cum for you.”

I growl, doubling down on my efforts. When her legs clamp around my ears, I pry them open, pushing her knees to her chest, shoving two fingers inside her as I suck and slurp her down, wishing they were my cock.

“God, oh, god, oh god. You want my cum? You want me flooding your face?” I grunt. I can’t think of anything better. “Such a good boy. You eating me so good. Suck it, suck my clit.” Her hands press against the back of my head, smothering me. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I suck her clit as hard as I can. She keens, her back bowing off the hood, nails digging into my scalp.

Her body convulses, and she stutters, “Ffff-uuuuck.”

I groan against her clit as I lap up her release. Her hands loosen, then fall away from me. I back away, licking my lips and sucking my fingers as I watch her come back to reality.

She’ll probably take another swing at me, but her taste on my tongue is totally worth it.

Thea lets out a wary sigh when I drop into the seat beside her, and say, “Good Morning.”

“It was shaping up to be one until you sat here.”

“It can still be one. I’ll move if you really want me to, but there’s a bit of business we need to settle first.”

“I gave you a fair cut of the money I won at the race.”

“You gave me more than that.” I swipe my tongue across my lip, emphasizing my point. “But the race isn’t what I’m talking about. I don’t think I ever thanked you for what you did for Finn at your amnesty challenge.”

“You didn’t. I’m surprised you even care.”

“There’s tension between us, because of the choices I’ve made or not made, but they’re still my best friends.”

She smirks at me. “Are they though? I heard about what they did to your companion. Shouldn’t they be enemy number two and three?”

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