Page 80 of Bulletproof Love

The room goes silent except for the hum of the refrigerator, and the quiet snores from the kittens in their tower. I look between Leon and Damon, clocking something in Leon’s expression I’ve never seen before. Raw panic.

“Okay, what the hell is happening?” Falin asks.

“Nothing,” Leon and Damon say in unison.

“I call bullshit,” I say. “Someone better spill.”

Leon pushes up from the couch, grabbing his beer bottle. “I need a smoke.”

“Lee—” Damon starts.

“Drop it.” The words are a harsh warning that make my balls shrivel up into my body. He grabs his jacket and heads for the door.

We all watch him go, except Damon, who’s clearly looking anywhere else. The weight of unspoken words lingers in the room.

“Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all,” Falin mutters.

Blake stands, stretching her arms above her head. “I need something stronger than beer after that.”

“Same!” Falin says, jumping up from the couch. “Anyone up for Mario Kart?”

Damon and I exchange loaded glances. I’ve known him long enough to know when not to push for information, and right now is one of those times. Instead, I turn my attention to Falin, smiling like we didn’t just scratch the surface of something way deeper. “Only if you’re ready to get your ass kicked, Trouble.”

“Not possible.” She grabs two controllers from the table, tossing one my way. “I’m ruthless with a red shell.”

“Want to bet?” I move over on the couch, giving her just enough room to sit next to me again.

She plops down, and her body against mine is enough to lighten my mood. I grab her chin, turning her head for a kiss. “Hell yeah, I do. I love a bet.”

I lean in so only she can hear me, and picture those tequila-scented lips wrapped around my cock. “Winner gets to come first.”

Her eyes gleam with mischief. “Deal.”

Blake sets up the game, cursing as she plugs in the wrong cord. When I glance at Damon, he’s still staring at the door, lost in thought.

“Got it,” Blake says. Then Mario Kart music breaks through whatever it is he’s dwelling on. As soon as Blake curls into his lap with her controller, he seems to shake it off entirely, his cocky smile returning.

“Rainbow Road,” Falin announces. “Hope you’re all ready to cry.”

I pull her closer, breathing her in. “Bring it on, baby.”

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“I have a secret,”I say, my head between Falin’s legs. “I wanted you to win.” I lap at her slick pussy, struggling to hold myself up. We may have gone a bit too hard on the tequila after my little game.

“Always talking,” she says, lifting her hips and grinding against my face. “More of that.”

“That? You mean more eating your wet cunt like it’s my last meal?” My head swims but all I want is to make her come with my name on her lips.

“Yes. Oh God, keep going.”

And I do. Or at least I try… things are a littleuncoordinatedat the moment. When I lose my rhythm for the third time, I roll over, pulling her up and onto my chest. “Sit on my face, baby.”

She gets into position, her thighs on either side of my head, her round ass in my hands, her pretty pussy hovering over my lips. I hold her down, rocking her hips, drenching my face in her juices. Falin’s not shy about what she needs. She takes control—grinding, bouncing, rocking —and I’m addicted to every movement.

“Fuck, Jasper, I’m close.” Hell yeah, exactly what I need to hear. She keeps up her pace while her muscles tense around me and her moans echo off the walls. My hips arch and buck, my hard cock searching for relief. I need her to come so goddamn badly. I’m desperate for it.

My hands travel up her body to play with her tits, rolling and pinching her nipples. She throws her head back and cries out and fuck… she’s so hot. My vision blurs, lungs burning for air but the sight of her like this is everything.

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