Page 97 of Wild Card
If you say so.
I scowled at the phone. Fucking brothers, always thinking they knew everything. Holden was the worst, too. I glanced through the rest of my texts. Jett was asking about our next poker night. Ruby was pestering me about how I never called her. Why did she even want me to? I’d been an asshole the last time we saw each other.
Fox wanted to schedule that tattoo we’d talked about. I took a minute to reply because I always made time for ink.
But eventually, I got bored and tossed my phone aside. How long would this call Dalton was on take, anyway? I should have just insisted on going with him. Maybe I could text Holden back and ask for a ride home…
The bed shifted behind me. The room was dark, and my groggy brain told me I’d fallen asleep. Lips touched my shoulder. “Go back to sleep,” Dalton murmured.
“Home,” I mumbled.
“In the morning,” he said. “Sleep.”
My eyes were too heavy for me to mount a proper defense. I sank back into sleep, only vaguely aware of the body snuggling up behind me, the weight of an arm draping over my waist.
When I opened my eyes again, weak morning light streamed through the window.
“Shit,” I rasped. “The dogs.”
Dalton slid a hand up my stomach to my chest, resting his palm over my racing heart. “Swung by last night. Gave them extra food and water.”
“What? But the gate code?—”
“I’m observant.”
“You broke into the junkyard?” I craned my neck to look at him, incredulous.
“The call took a long time. I didn’t want you to worry about them if you decided to stay.”
“Decided to stay?” I growled, ready to let loose on him. Dalton had stranded me in his bed!
He kissed me, soft and sweet.
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “It was supposed to be a routine trespass check at the Cunningham place. They’re paranoid, and usually, nothing comes of it. I thought I’d be back in fifteen minutes. But I had to make an arrest, and it took time to book the perp.”
Well, it was tough to get pissed if he hadn’t expected to take so long.
His hand slid down and curled around my morning wood. “I could make it up to you?”
“I seem to remember promises of a hot mouth.”
“I hope you can live without the uniform,” he said, pressing his hard dick against the curve of my ass. “I’m naked.”
“Only if you let me suck you too.” I turned in his arms to face him. “Get that fat dick up here. I’m hungry.”
He made a broken noise and flipped around in the bed so quickly I had to dodge a knee to the face. Finally, he got himself settled, wet tongue toying with my piercing, sending extra heat cascading through me.
I was still a little unsettled that I’d slept with him all night, but sex was always the best medicine for an awkward situation.I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the underside of his rapidly hardening dick.
Dalton’s breath gusted hard against my balls, making a shiver go through me, before taking me between his lips. I groaned and stuffed my mouth with cock. Slurping, ragged breathing, and muffled moans took over as we licked and sucked, each of us trying to outdo the other.
Dalton couldn’t take me as deep because of my Prince Albert, but the way he used his tongue to flick that piercing was quickly unraveling me. I played with his sac, tugging it as I swallowed around his cock, and he jerked and cried out.
He came down my throat, shot after shot. His pleasure only amped up my own. He was too far gone to focus on sucking me, but I bucked my hips forward, fucking his mouth in short, sharp thrusts, and came over his tongue.
We both lay quietly, catching our breath.
“Not a bad breakfast,” I said.
