Page 15 of Trip

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JJ

After the dirty bath, Trip fucked her into the mattress and into a stupor.

The sun was peeking over the horizon as she watched Trip’s back rise and fall with each slow, deep breath. His profile stark against the light-colored pillowcase. She was well and truly torn. Not about being with Trip. That was the simple part. But Trip wasn’t Cris.

The thought of her cheating hurt Cris, but he didn’t want to kill anyone over it, not really. Even if he’d found out that Jake had raped her and then told the cheating story to Cris to make sure she never told the truth, Cris may have beaten the man but not killed him. That wasn’t in Cris. He would’ve blamed himself for not noticing the truth. Then spent years letting it eat away at him while he pampered her and apologized every day of her life.

That’s why she told no one. For fear it would get back to him and he’d come running home and fall at her feet. She’d thought that was the worst thing that could’ve happened.

Now, tracing the tattooed letters MC with her fingers, she knew there was a worst thing that would happen. JJ didn’t live under a rock in Vegas. She knew who the Desert Phantoms were, met some even. Knew what they were capable of. If she came clean now, she would lose Trip for ten to twenty-five, or however many years a murder charge brings these days.

No. She would need to carry her secret to the grave to protect those she loved. As long as Jake stayed away from the twins, and Meri, which he had, she would bite her tongue and continue to live with her secret.

But that meant if they were starting a relationship, like Trip informed her they were, there would always be a wedge between them. JJ couldn’t do that. Waking up next to him every morning and sharing their bodies every night with a secret would slowly destroy her and him.

No.

She was mourning the loss of them before they even got started while she traced out the NEVADA lettering on his lower back.

“A massage is usually better with a firmer touch.” His sleep-roughened voice broke her from the self-induced hypnosis she was under.

She slapped his ass through the sheet. “Yeah, well, if you were a back sleeper, you would’ve been getting a handy while I licked your chest. Win some, lose some.”

Trip flipped over so fast she was forced backward. But he caught her wrist and wrapped her hand around his erection. “Yeah, well, I’m on my back now, babe.” His eyes closed and he let out a long, low groan and guided her hand up, then down his cock. “Get to lickin’.”

JJ decided to enjoy the days they had together and deal with the pain of breaking his heart all over again when the vacation was over. But brokenhearted was better than incarcerated.

She flicked his nipple with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling on it in a way she remembered he loved. He released her wrist, and both hands landed on the back of her head. “Fuck yeah.”

Using her other hand to cup his sac, JJ got to work. Pumping his cock until he groaned her name and jets of cum coated his stomach and her hand.

“Fuck, babe. That’s a hell of a wake up.”

JJ wiped her hand on the sheet while Trip did the same to his stomach, then she curled into his chest.

They lay like that for what felt like hours but was, in fact, only moments.

“Okay, time for breakfast,” Trip declared, as he tossed back their crusty sheet. JJ didn’t want to admit that she was a little annoyed that he got his, took a power snooze, and then was ready for bacon instead of her.

The disappointment was short-lived as he lifted her up to drape across his body. Then readjusted his grip and pulled her higher. “Toss that leg over, it’s time to ride.”

With her grip on the headboard, she pulled herself up his body. She didn’t think it would work. As soon as her legs went to jelly, she’d smother him or crush his skull with her thunder thighs when her orgasm hit.

“Trip? I’m too big.” Shame washed over her at the confession. When they’d been younger, she was easily fifty pounds lighter.

The grip on her ass tightened, Trip’s fingers digging into her ample flesh. Kind of making her point. She tried to slide back down, but Trip bit the inside of her thigh like a freaking rabid dog and didn’t let go.

When he finally released the abused skin, he licked it. “What did I say about talking bad about my woman? You are perfect in every way and I’m stronger than I look. I said…” He nipped her again. “It’s time to ride.”

Reluctantly, JJ pulled herself all the way up, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Bending both knees, she tucked her calves around his biceps. Which were bulging from the death grip he had on her ass.

“Besides, if I die, I go out doing what… and who I love.” He dove face-first into her wet pussy before she could protest or process.

“Shiiiit.” He ate well in the kitchen, but he dined like a champ in the bedroom. The man was a cunnilingus wizard. A pussy-eating professional. A cunt comm— Her orgasm hit like a runaway freight train. Severing all thoughts of naughty titles while drawing her world down to his talented tongue.

Her thighs clamped around his head and she feared she’d crush his skull, but he kept going. As she was on the back side of pleasure, the flicks of his tongue sent electric shocks coursing through her body.

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