Page 46 of Stealing Sloane

“Sloane, stop!” Stella called as she chased her down. “Wait a sec, will you?”

“What?” She was halfway up the stairs, so she turned her head back. “I need a shower and a nap.”

Her twin crossed her arms over her chest. “What the heck was that? And no—don’t act like nothing happened.” Leaning forward, she sniffed at her. “You smell like Jacob! Did you guys?—”

“Yeah. I mean,no. I mean”—she slapped a hand over her forehead—“we didn’t, like, have sexsex. But, yeah, we did everything else.”

Stella let out an excited squeal. “Oh my God! Are you guys getting together?”

She didn’t know how to answer that, and frankly, she didn’t want to think about it. “I don’t know, okay?”

“I like him. For you, I mean.” Stella grabbed onto her arm. “And if this means what I think this means?—”

“Stop!” She held a hand up. “Don’t get carried away, Stel.”

“You don’t even know what I was about to say.”

Oh, she knew exactly what Stella was about to say. Her twin probably had some hair-brained idea that she and Jacob could walk off into the sunset together and live happily ever after. Well, that might have worked for her and Cliff, but that wasn’t how the real world worked. “Look, Stel, we’re just having fun together, okay? Besides it was his idea to not go all the way.”

“So, it’s just sex? Or not-sex?”

“I—” She bit her lip.

“See!” She clapped her hands together. “If he doesn’t want to have sexsex,that means he wants to be sure.”

“We’re … taking things slow. Just seeing where this goes. If it even goes anywhere.” She massaged her temple with her thumb and forefinger. “I just …”

“This is all new, I get it.” Her eyes shone bright with hope, which made guilt creep into Sloane’s chest. “I don’t want to mess this up for you.”

“You’re not. You can’t, because there really isn’t anything to mess up. Don’t get too excited, okay?”Jacob and I should have talked about this.They should have made some kind of plan, perhaps tried to keep things between them for now. But they had been so wrapped up in each other, that she didn’t even stop and think what other people might think.

“Who’s excited?” Jacob quipped as he jogged up the stairs. “Hey, Stel, good luck with training today.”

Stella smirked at him. “Is that all you have to say to me?”

He shrugged. “Why? What else is there? Anyway, we really should be going.”

“We? What—hey!” Stella let out an indignant shriek as he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder. “Jacob!” The only answer she received was a swat to the ass.

Asshole.

She kicked and protested all the way to her room. “I can’t believe you did that in front of Stella.”

The door slammed behind them, and he placed her back on her feet. “Why not? Seemed like the fastest way to get you alone again.” He backed her up against the bed. “Now, what’s the fastest way to get you naked again?”

Her pussy flooded with wetness and her knees weakened. “Get your clothes off. Now.”

Chapter 10

Jacob was rock-hard in an instant. “As you wish, Sweet Stuff.” He’d never taken his clothes off faster in his whole life, thinking of tasting her again and making her sweet pussy come. When he reached for her, however, she twisted around so they switched places, then pushed him back on the bed until he landed on top of the mattress. “Sloane? I—oh fuck!”

Sloane kneeled on the floor between his legs, her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a firm grip. Just as he thought it couldn’t possibly get better, she lowered her head to take the tip in her mouth.

“Fuck!” His fingers grabbed at the sheets, twisting them as immense pleasure built up in his spine. Her talented mouth wrapped around him, taking him inside while her tongue caressed the underside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sloane!” He was so deep in that the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. When she pulled back, the strong, sucking sensation made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

She repeated it again, and for a second, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Even if he did, it would have been worth it. He moaned her name over and over again. Her rhythmwas perfect as she bobbed her head up and down, bringing him to the edge several times.

“Sloane, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna—oh fuck!” She continued, adding more pressure. “I can’t stop?—”

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