Page 87 of Sully

“Do you think anyone else could possibly get wrapped up in this?”

“Is there anyone else in your life?”

“No. I mean, I interact with dog parents. Or the people at the bookstore. But I don’t actually know anyone in Navesink Bank except Courtney and you guys.”

“Then I think the damage is going to be contained. But everyone is working their asses off on figuring out who this fuck is. We still have to take that little field trip to Hailstorm. But I think we are going to push that up. Maybe tomorrow.”

“But your shoulder…”

“Isn’t going to be any worse tomorrow. Besides, it’s not like we’d be running an obstacle course there. Though, actually, they have one. It’s part of the inspiration for the adult playground I want to do here.”

“You are not going on a playground in your condition.”

“Make me sound pregnant,” Sully teased, polishing off one taco and reaching for the next. “You okay?” he asked.

“I… yeah.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be as okay as I am,” I admitted.

“Knew someone in the service once who was anxious about everything. Until shit went down. Then he was almost scary calm. Maybe it’s something like that.”

“I mean, I was not doing the best in the car,” I admitted.

“You did amazing.”

“I blew through a stop sign.”

“Eh, it was pure decoration.” There was a pause. “You came out to try to save me.” There was a softness in his voice, an awe that had my heart clenching.

“I mean, I was just telling you to get inside because I knew it was him using Courtney’s phone.”

“Don’t play it down. You ran out there even though you were scared. You drove like a bat outta hell out of there. Scared. You were a badass today.”

Okay.

I liked that praise a heck of a lot more than I probably should have.

Enough so that the warmth in my chest quickly moved downward, becoming something even more heated.

Suddenly, I felt bolder than ever before.

Bold enough to move over toward him.

Something about the look in my eyes had him placing the taco back down on the tray, a wicked little smirk tugging at his lips.

“Gonna be real with you. I can’t get too acrobatic tonight, but I think I could…oh,” he said with a little exhale as I lowered myself down in front of him, my hands going for his button and zipper.

By the time I worked them down and reached inside, he was already thick and straining for me.

Heat pooled in my core as Sully gathered my hair while I lowered down, closing my lips around him and sucking him deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair.

His reaction only spurred me on, making me work him faster, take him deeper, loving the way his breathing went quick and shallow, how little curses were escaping him as his taste filled my mouth.

I was content to stay just like that, to work him to completion.

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