Page 125 of The Tape Job
“Someone could come in, Lee, we don’t—”
And he sinks into me. It takes me by surprise, even though I know it was his intention. Since my legs are pretty muchclosed, restricted by my jeans, he feels even bigger than usual.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Do you enjoy watching yourself getting fucked, baby girl?”
“Yes!” As he thrusts into me, the air escapes my lungs, and I gasp to take in a fresh breath.
And then he says something that would probably be awkward to hear normally, but as he slams into me, it makes perfect sense. He asks me if I belong to him. He asks me whose number I should be wearing. But then I’m coming with a silent scream, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You’re fucking perfect, Vicky. You’re such a good girl for me.”
Then he pulls out and instructs me onto my knees. My jeans make it awkward, but I sink down anyway. He pushes the tip of his dick between my lips, and I let him fuck my throat. It’s over in seconds as he holds my head still, groaning as he comes. Lifting me to my feet, he kisses me as he tucks himself away.
“Did you leave Danny in charge?” I ask, pulling my jeans up.
“Yeah, shit. I better go.”
And as the door swings closed behind him, I thank the stars that no one caught us. But I’m wondering if that makes us officially back together.
Chapter 32
Liam
Ryan’s Jeep comes to a stop in front of a large two-storey house nestled behind a gated driveway. There’s a sejant stone lion on one side of the entrance, perched on a pillar, and the remnants of a similar statue on the opposite side—once a matching pair.
“It needs a bit of work, but I’m excited. You’re still helping, right?” he says, his voice bubbling with excitement.
“Do I have a choice?”
Ryan hops out of the Jeep and unlocks the chain holding the gates closed. He rummages for a second, then pushes it open before getting back in the car.
“I want to get some electric gates installed,” he says. “You can get some that open when they recognise your license plate.”
He comes to a stop in the middle of the driveway and signals for me to follow him inside with a nod.
“It’s a nice place from the outside,” I say. “Are you going to resurface the parking area?”
“Yeah, once the inside is done. But how did the kids do yesterday? Did you follow the plan?”
“Yes. Danny was great with them, actually. I think he enjoyed it more than he cared to admit. That rugby guy was back, though,” I say as he unlocks the front door.
“Oh yeah? What did he want?”
“Vicky was giving him a tour,” I say as we step inside. There’s an open entranceway with a staircase that runs up the middle. It looks very similar to the house Vicky lived in when we were growing up.
“Kitchen’s this way,” he says. I follow him into a sizable room, an island in the middle with a breakfast bar facing a sliding door which opens out on the garden. I walk to the window and look out.
“Looks good. Congratulations, bud. It’s all happening for you, isn’t it?”
“It’s taken a fucking age. Jen said it would have been even slower with a mortgage.”
I follow him into the living area, admiring the fireplace in the far corner. I can see how cosy it will look once Ryan’s done the work he’s planning.
“So, what about the rugby guy?” Ryan prompts.
“Oh, yeah. Well, they were talking and laughing, and then Danny went and joined in on the talking and the laughing—” I pause, wondering if I’m overreacting.
“What?”
