Page 8 of Buck Baxter and the Mysteries of Love

“If I ain’t mistaken, it’s the emblem for a newpolitical party starting to rear its ugly head over in Germany. I think they call it a swastika.” I held the red, white, and black pin up for closer inspection. “Something tells me Mrs. Hart ain’t having no run-of-the-mill affair.”

CHAPTER 5

“Buck?What the fuck happened to you? Who did this? Are you okay?” Harry pulled me through the door to his penthouse and into his arms. He held me tight, then pulled me back to examine my face, the cut on my cheek, my swollen nose. “Do you need a doctor? Who the fuck did this to you? Please don’t tell me it’s because of my mother’s case?”

I had decided on the way to his place not to worry him about the investigation. “Nah, this was just some drunk bozos in an alley. You should have seen what I did to them.”

Between my decision to conceal the recent development with Bugsy Brown, and now this, it appeared I was the one with all the secrets.

“Jesus, they could have killed you. Did you go to the police?”

“God, no. You and me both know the cops in this town ain’t got a clue. I tell ya, I’m fine. Just a little sore is all.”

“Well, I’ve got just the cure for that.”

At the well-stocked drinks cart in his lavish living room, Harry poured both me and him a long generous gin and tonic, the booze splashing over the ice as he filled our glasses almost to the top.

I sat myself down on the couch and he slid beside me,handing me my drink and setting his on the coffee table while he had a closer look at my face. “You know you got a black eye coming up?”

“I do? I ain’t looked in a mirror yet.”

“You might not want to.”

“Hey, you sayin’ I ain’t pretty?” I joked.

Tenderly he took my chin in his fingers and placed a kiss on my lips that was softer than silk. “You’re pretty, all right. And you’re mine. Which means it’s my job to take care of you.”

Getting up from the couch he made his way over to the kitchen, opened the icebox and returned with the biggest, juiciest steak I’d ever seen, gleaming on a plate. “Put your head back.” Gently he laid that big old slab of meat over my eye, the cool, soothing ribeye melting to the contours of my face.

“Aahhh,” I sighed. “That feels good.”

“It does? It was supposed to be dinner, but lucky for you it’s not the only meat I planned on feeding you tonight.”

I pulled the steak away and eyed the mischievous look on his face. “It’s not?”

He took my drink off me, put the steak back on the plate, and set them both down on the coffee table in front of us, then guided my hand straight to the bulge in his crotch.

I didn’t need an instruction manual on what to do next.

Sliding off the couch, I quickly positioned myself on my knees between his spread legs.

Not taking my eyes off his swollen, pulsing crotch, I unbuttoned his trousers. He raised his hips off the couch for a moment, long enough for me to slide down his trousers and boxer shorts and unleash his cock, stiff and bobbing and beckoning to me.

I took the base of it in one fist, squeezing a gasp out of him before opening my mouth and taking in the slit-shiny crown.

The taste of him, sweet and salty, instantly relieved the pain in my jaw, my eye, my goddamn everywhere.

I slid his cock all the way to the back of my throat, slicking theshaft with my saliva, before pulling it out, sucking on the head, and ramming it down my throat again.

I blew him without restraint, without grace or delicacy, but rather with a passion so untamed and ravenous that his groans became ache-filled, his gasps desperate. He could have begged me to stop, but he didn’t. Why? Because he fucking loved it. He loved my wild and reckless lovemaking. He loved every chance he got to let go of Holden Hart—the suave, sophisticated son of a tycoon—and become Harry, who yearned to have me devour his cock and pound his ass and leave him wrecked and battered by my love.

“Ah, ah, ah!” he cried out as I quickened my pace, intensified my sucking. “Buck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—”

And just like that, the hot salve of his slick hard dick gushed into my mouth and slid down my throat.

I gulped hard, sucking his seed down, siphoning the strength out of him as he gasped and rasped in ecstasy.

Before he had a chance to catch his breath, I slid his still cum-oozing cock from my lips, took his hips forcefully in my hands, and turned him over on the couch so that his face landed in the cushions and his ass was all mine.

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