Page 179 of Come Back to Me

Whose holy racket suddenly penetrates my eardrums—the little fucker sure has a set of pipes on him.

Cody

“See You Again”-Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth

“Someone doesn’t like that we got ours,” Tee says, voice so drowsy that I want to yank her back down to the sand and feast on her some more.

“Don’t think he appreciates the net.” My dick twitches as her tits jiggle together once she yanks her shirt back on.

“Yup, that might be an understatement, seeing as he’s making your special edition truck dance.”

Dancing—that’s the word for it.

When we’re back in the truck, Brogan barks and turns in a million circles upon seeing me. The only reason he can’t jump into the driver’s seat is because of the net, and I’m infinitely grateful for my foresight.

I’d feel guilty about scaring him, but the high she gave me is better than morphine.

I hold her off from petting him, just in case he sees her as a threat to me, but eventually I soothe over the troubled waters.

Once we’re both seated, she takes us on a Beach Boys’s journey that, hilariously, Brogan howls in on, as I deal with a couple messages.

Marty: Possible sighting of Amy Nygard at Our Lady of Sorrows.

Me: Go and check the CCTV

Marty: On my way

Me: Was her locker padlocked like we asked?

Marty: I’ll find out soon enough.

Me: Must have left something in it, or why else would she return?

Marty: Don’t know.

Me: You taking Dion?

Marty: Yup

Me: Keep me updated.

As Tee sings along to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice,” I hide a smile as she swings her hips at the same time—orgasms make her a little ball of sunshine.

Switching conversations, I find the one I share with Bast.

Me: You still okay with me coming over today? Sorry for the delay.

Bast: No worries. It’s one of her better days.

Me: See you in twenty

Once he sends me a thumbs-up, I give Tee my full focus.

I’m not sure why I’m surprised, but her singing voice is damn good. Though she performed her ditty to help Elena, it didn’t really show her range. With a clean and pure tone, she sounds like the creature she isn’t—an angel.

Over the twenty-minute ride, I’m treated to more of her talents, and it cheers me up, which I figure I need considering the conversation we’re about to have.

When we make it to Bast’s ranch, he’s there—waiting.

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