Page 84 of Until Tomorrow
The minute he gave my balls a slight tug, I was done. I came hard, my breath stuttering in my chest. He swallowed every last drop of cum I shot down his throat, continuing to bob up and down my cock until there was nothing left. His tongue swirled over the head of my dick one last time, cleaning up the last drops before he stood.
I sagged against the door and blew out a long breath. My heart ran rampant in my chest, but I felt good.So damn good.He kissed me once, twice, three times as I tucked myself back in my pants and didn’t bother fixing my shirt.
“I usually wait until the end of the date for that,” he teased.
“What about you?” I asked quietly. I wasn’t sure I was ready to go there, but I also wasn’t opposed to it either—an odd realization to be sure. I didn’t want to leave him unsatisfied.
“There will be plenty of time for that in the future, baby,” Loren said. Leaning in, he kissed me chastely before asking, “So… cookie date?”
Chapter 44
Rhett
Fivedays.It’dbeenfive days since I’d dropped Eva off at her apartment, and I was going fucking crazy. I kept busy in the garage—the influx of cars helped. So did the new parts for the rebuild I was working on. I rebuilt cars occasionally as one more hobby I didn’t need. It filled my time. It also kept me yelling at the fucking internet when I couldn’t find the parts I needed. To say it was slow going was the understatement of the century.
The one I was working on was a passion project. A real love-hate relationship kind of thing. She ran just fine—mostly. I managed to bring her to events and clubs every once in a while. But every time I got her up and running long enough to be worth something, she broke right back down. I named her Bertha after my fucking grandma. Both drove me nuts.
But it kept me busy because when I wasn’t, Eva crept into every part of my brain like a weed—a gorgeous fucking weed I wouldn’t pluck, even if I could.Okay, that was a horrible analogy, but I was trying not to obsess.I should’ve said something instead of hoping that damn jacket would bring her back to me. I also worried that I’d officially lost that jacket, which would gut me more than anything else. It was the last thing Aimee had bought for me.
The music I blasted through the small stereo was almost loud enough to drown out the click of heels on the concrete as I worked.Almost.Without ever coming out from under the car, I grinned. Only one woman I knew wore heels.
I lifted a silent thanks to my lucky jacket.
“Has a car ever crushed anyone by those lift things collapsing while they’re under it?” Eva asked.
“Jesus fuck, spark plug,” I muttered. That certainly was a fucking question to ask, especially considering I was lying under a goddamn car. Glancing at my feet, I saw her bright red heels standing between my knees.
There were other ways I wanted to see those shapely legs and fuck-me heels between my knees.
“It’s a legitimate question that someone in your industry should consider before skateboarding under a car,” she replied.
“I’m not on a skateboard,” I told her.It was basically a cheap skateboard.“Inch back for me, spark plug.”
She did as I asked, slowly moving back until I was out from under the car. As I sat up, I took a moment to drink her in. As always, she was pristine perfection in a figure-hugging white dress hitting her mid-thigh and dipping down between her full tits.That goddamn dress.Fucking hell. The way it hugged every soft curve she had would be the death of me.Or my dick.Or both. Could’ve been both, and I wouldn’t even care. And she paired it with bright red heels that matched her painted lips. The woman was a walking cocktease, and my dick noticed. Just the sight of her had it at full attention.When was the last time a woman had done so little to do so much to me?
“You found me.” I grinned up at her.
“I did,” she agreed, returning my smile with one of hers. “You have no idea how hard it was to track you here.”
“It’s kind of hot that you stalk me, spark plug,” I said.
“I don’t know that I’d call it stalking,” Eva replied quickly. Her next sentence cut off as I stood swiftly, towering over her. Even in heels, she was short.
“It’s every man’s dream to have a gorgeous woman stalk him,” I teased. Her cheeks tinged pink, but she never missed a beat.
“You say that, but what if I were a serial killer?” she countered, making me laugh. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
Oh, but I wanted to find out.Fuck it. My lucky jacket hadn’t steered me wrong yet.I listened to her chat away as I crossed the garage and pressed the buttonto close the main door. No fucking way would I let anyone see the things I was about to do to this woman.
I closed the short distance between us. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I tilted her head back and kissed her.Desperately.I drove my tongue straight past her lips, devouring the sweet taste of her. I groaned with appreciation. The woman was a drug—one I’d gladly indulge every chance I got. Dragging my teeth over her plump bottom lip, I reveled in the tiny whimper it pulled out of her.
“Here’s what’s about to happen, spark plug,” I whispered while my mouth moved along her jaw. The way her head slipped back to give me access to her neck in response was fucking perfection. “I’m going to ruin this cocktease of a dress and rip it right off of you.”
“Oh.” She sucked in a sharp breath as my teeth grazed over her fluttering pulse.
“And then I’m getting down on my knees to make you come on my tongue until the only way you’re staying upright is because you’re using my car for support.”
“Oh…”
