Page 52 of Buried Dreams

“You have the town to thank,” he shares with me, and I nod as he walks back to his truck to get his stuff.

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I snap a picture to post it to social media later. I put the phone back in my pocket before getting my stuff out to start the day. I start the coffee before walking back and unloading the car.

I open the front of the food truck when I feel arms at my hips. “Hey, baby,” he whispers in my ear, and I look over my shoulder at him.

“Hey yourself.” I smile as my chest feels like it’s getting even fuller than it was when I left him, which was pretty much so full I felt like my chest would explode. My hand comes up and holds his cheek. I smile as he leans to kiss my lips.

“Can I help?” he asks, and I nod.

“You can get the rest of the donuts from the car,” I say, and he walks away at the same time Harmony gets here.

She comes over with her own box of cakes. “I know you were selling only donuts, but I thought I would bring this by. Maybe cut one up in pieces and serve the boys and then sell them,” she suggests.

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” I say, grabbing the box from her. “I can pay you tomorrow.”

“Nope.” She shakes her head. “That one is on the house,” she says, looking at Brock with her eyes wide in surprise when he stops by her with the plastic containers in his arms.

“Hey, Harmony,” he greets cheerfully before walking away.

“Hi, Brock,” she replies, unsure what else to say. She waits for him to walk away before she leans in. “Is that Brock, Brock?”

I try not to laugh. “Um, yes, I think.” I look at him putting the containers down inside. “He’s helping unload my car.”

“Yeah, I saw. I thought I was in some parallel universe.”

“Nope.” I can’t help but laugh. “Not unless I am also.” I look at him walking down the steps of the food truck. He’s wearing his black Dickies with a matching shirt, when the phone rings from his pocket.

“Oh, I get it now,” Harmony murmurs. “I did not see that coming.” I turn to look at her. “Although Brady called it before you got here.” She smirks at me. “Text me later.”

“I will,” I assure her and walk over to the truck, up the steps, and hear him on the phone.

“Okay, baby girl,” he says softly. “You have a good day and call me when you get home from school,” he finishes and then hangs up. “Sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to apologize for ever taking her call,” I say. “She takes priority.”

He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. “You have to get to work,” I remind him softly, walking to him, “and I have to start the day.”

“Yeah,” he says, gripping me by my hips and pulling me to him. “You going to have dinner with me again?”

“You going to play with me after?” I ask him with a smirk.

“Before and after,” he confirms, and I laugh at him. “Now I’m fucking hard, and all I can think about is bending you over and fucking you.”

“Well, considering people might see, how about we table that?” I step away from him. “I’ll make you a coffee and send you on your way.” I grab a cup and make him a coffee. “And don’t you go and take care of yourself.” I look at him and make sure no one is around. “The next load is going down my throat.” I wink at him. “It would be a shame if it wasn’t a mouthful.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

BROCK

She slides down my cock, and my hands come up to hold her tits in my hands. I bend forward and take one nipple in my mouth as she rides me. “I’m almost there,” she moans, her head going back and her hair swaying on my legs.

“Take what you need, baby,” I encourage her, letting her ride me the way she wants to ride me. My own release simmers, waiting for her. “You need my help?”

“Play with my clit,” she instructs me, not even shy about it. It’s what I love about her. She’s unapologetic about what she wants in the bedroom. I move one of my hands from her tits, down her stomach, and my thumb plays with her. “Yes.”

“Get there,” I urge between clenched teeth. Her pussy’s so wet and squeezing me, it’s making my balls get tight, and I know I’m almost there. “Now.” I pinch and twist her nipple, and she gasps but also comes on my cock. I empty into her, my eyes watching her face as she moans out. “Milk me, baby,” I say, and she even speeds up. “Take all my cum.”

“All of it,” she assures me finally when she collapses on my chest. “I want all of it.”

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