Page 42 of The Rookie
When she brings her hand between us to rub at my swollen erection, I bite back a groan.
I open my mouth to say something. What, I’m not sure. But when she slides from my lap to the floor between my parted knees, I forget how to breathe, much less speak.
Who needs words right now, anyway? Certainly not me.
As Summer’s slender fingers go to work unbuttoning my jeans, I help her, dragging my pants and boxers down until she finds what she’s after. I’m so hard and swollen, and Summer moans as she wraps me tenderly in her hand. Then she pauses, the blunt head of me pressed right above her sweet mouth.
The sight makes me dizzy. For all my fantasies, I never imagined we’d actually be here, doing this. I want to slow time, to savor this. This beautiful girl, on her knees before me ... her eyes mischievously drinking me in.
But then her tongue moves over me in one long, lazy stroke, and my eyes sink closed.
“Shit.” I growl, pushing my hands into her hair as I let out a groan. “Yeah. That’s perfect.”
“You like it?” she asks, teasing me, her tongue flicking over me seductively.
“So much.”
Her eyes meet mine briefly before sinking closed. I groan again, trying to keep my hips from thrusting up.
Seated on the couch, I’m able to watch how she takes me—alternating between deep sucks and slow gentle kisses that I feel all the way to my toes. She makes little sounds as if the act of pleasuring me pleases her somehow. It’s sexy as hell. She’s spoiled me of enjoying this with anyone else, ever again.
“Deeper,” I say on a groan, and she obeys, sliding her lips all the way down my shaft. I curse again, my ab muscles contracting with how good it feels.
I have no idea what I did to deserve this, but with Summer’s mouth working me closer and closer to the edge, I’ve never felt so good in my entire life.
She moves faster now, adding her fist, and I inch dangerously closer to the edge.
With the worst timing ever, my cell phone rings. I ignore it at first, and Summer does the same. My entire body is practically vibrating with pleasure. But the ringing doesn’t stop, and I’m forced to wrangle the damn device from my jeans pocket.
“Yeah?” I bark out to whoever has the balls to interrupt such a perfect moment.
“Oh, good. I caught you.”
It’s my mother.
And Summer still has my cock in her mouth.
Fuck.
Fuck!
“I’m a little busy ... did you need something?” I manage to say in a strained voice.
“I just wanted to talk about how I’d like the venison butchered. You’re taking it to Cinnamon Creek, right?”
My brain spins and short-circuits. Cinnamon Creek is the meat-processing operation two towns over. It’s a long drive, but they do the best job.
“Uh,” is all I manage to say as Summer’s mouth moves over me in hot, enthusiastic strokes.
With my fingers under her chin, I lift her head. There’s a soft sucking noise as my cock slides from between her lips, and I groan at the loss of suction.
Belatedly, I realize that my mom is still talking.Just kill me now.
“And I’d really like tenderloin, chops, and a couple of roasts. I don’t need much in the way of ground—”
“Mother.” There’s a desperate edge to my voice, and I clear my throat before continuing. “Can we talk about this later?”
There’s a long pause on the line. “Oh. Is Summer there?”
