Page 47 of Ride with the Devil

If she says so.

I drop my ass back into the seat, reaching for the fork. However, I barely scoop up some of the admittedly overcooked eggs onto it before I notice that I’m the only one with a plate. “Aren’t you eating?”

I expect her to say she already did while I was sleeping, but she doesn’t. She just shakes her head.

I don’t like that. “You barely touched your steak last night, either. What’s the matter? Not hungry?”

She snorts. “Oh, no. I’m fucking starving. But I know better than to have a big meal right now. Not until I give you my gift.”

My whole body warms. “I get something, too?” Ineverget gifts… “What is it?”

“Me.”

Shit. Did I say my whole body warmed? It’s on fucking fire at just the idea of what Kylie could mean by that. Will I get to taste her pussy again? Do I get to keep her? Is there something else we can try-

My cock seems to pulse. I already had morning wood to deal with, but it deflated in the fear that I let Kylie slip out between my fingers. It comes roaring back to life, though I grit my teeth to hide just how much I want whatever she’s offering to give me.

I fuck up. She seems my grimace and immediately feels like she has to explain.

“Hear me out. You said it only counts if you fuck a pussy. Your mouth on me didn’t count. If I sucked you off, it wouldprobably be the same. I figure, by your logic, then my ass doesn’t count, either. If you want to fuck without breaking your promise, that might work.”

I drop my fork, my body electric with the promise of finding out what any part of Kylie feels like wrapped around my dick.

“I did the best I could to prep,” she continues, “so that it’s not as messy as it normally would be. I’m okay with eating after if this is something you want to try.”

I finally find my voice. “But won’t it hurt?” I can’t imagine shoving anything up my ass… “I won’t hurt you, Kylie.”

“You won’t. Look.” She gets up from her seat, nearly bouncing to the other side of the kitchen. When she returns, she has a large bottle of a viscous-looking clear liquid. “It’s lube,” she announces. “I found this in the bathroom downstairs when we first arrived, and I thought of it when I came up with the idea the other day. Oh, and side note: your friend who owns this place? Between the shit I found under the sink, and the chains, he’s a full-on freak. You know that?”

I’m beginning to think that, after this, I’ll never look at Burns the same way again. “I know.”

“Lucky for us anyway. With my limited prep and the lube, it should work. Of course, feel free to say ‘no’. It was just a thought-”

“Yes.”

Kylie lips curve at my easy acquiescence. “There might be shit.”

“Don’t care.”

“You’ll have to go easy. I’m trusting you not to take advantage when I’m under you.”

Pushing away my chair from the table, I snarl, “I wouldnever.”

“Oh. I know,” she says, waving her hand, making the lubricant slosh. “I just wanted to make that clear. So… if youreally want to do it, I’d prefer getting started. You might not want those eggs, but they’re looking pretty good to me now.”

She made them for me. It takes me six bites as I loom over the edge of the table, devouring each one of them. I chow down on the bacon, showing her my clean plate.

She giggles. “I guess I can make more.”

“I’ll cook for you,” I promise. “Later.” I reach for her, taking her hand. “The cot?”

She nods. “That’s what I was thinking.”

I start to pull her toward the entrance that leads out of the kitchen and into the living room. But then I stop. “Wait. Your gift-”

“Is it a condom? Because that’s the only thing I couldn’t find in your buddy’s room.”

Of course not. Officer Burns fuck his wife with any protection? That man is so obsessed with the lovely brunette who runs the flower shop, I’m surprised he hasn’t knocked her up the way that Devil did to Ava.

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