Page 82 of Spur of the Moment
“You like choking on my dick, don’t you?”
I nodded, unable to form words as pressure built between my legs.
His fingers pressed into the sides of my neck, and I brought my hand up, squeezing his wrist and bringing his hand down harder on my neck. The pressure made me explode, my pussy clenching around him as I released.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me.”
Pleasure coursed through me as he kept thrusting in and out. On a grunt, he reached the edge, pounding into me relentlessly.
Once his pace slowed, he let go of my neck and sat back, bringing my legs down.
“For the record, I really did just want to get some paint,” he said.
I laughed. “You didn’t want that?”
“Oh, no. Trust me, I always want you. I just don’t want you to think I only invited you along because I expected this.”
I sat up, gathering my jeans off the floor of the truck. “I’ll take you anywhere I can get you,” I said, confirming his earlier comment.
He smirked. “I can find some places to hold you to that.”
I didn’t care where it was. I was done hiding.
***
We pulled back up at the ranch forty minutes later. If my family didn’t guess why it took us so long, they had to be blinder than a bat.
I got out of thetruck, and Bailey came around and grabbed my hand. We walked to the house, hand in hand, and headed through the front door.
As soon as we entered the kitchen, all eyes landed on us. Reed’s gaze shot to our hands and I inwardly cringed.
“What the fuck?” Reed barked, causing Rouge to perk up from where he laid in the kitchen.
“Uh oh,” Beckham muttered from the island.
I swallowed the anxiety that crept up and tamped down the urge to pull my hand out of Bailey's. This would happen sooner or later. I had to take whatever they threw at me.
“Oh, please. As if you guys didn’t see this coming.” Callan rolled his eyes.
Beckham raised a hand. “I definitely did.”
Lennon entered the kitchen from the hallway, noticing the tension and following everyone’s gaze to Bailey and me. “What’s…” His eyes darted between the two of us. I could see the realization hit him. “Oh.”
“Oh?” Reed practically shouted. “That’s what you have to say about Bailey holding hands with our fucking sister?”
“Watch your tone, Reed,” my dad warned, his frown harder than usual.
Reed shook his head. “When did this start? Is that why you were late this morning? Because of my sister?”
Bailey gripped my hand. “When did it start, or when did it become official?”
That was definitely not the right thing to say. Redness crept up Reed’s neck. “You’ve been messing around with her behind my back?”
Bailey dropped my hand and went to take a step forward, but I shot my hand out, my palm colliding with his chest as I angled my body in front of his. “None of this was behind your back. I’m my own person, I make my own decisions. I don’t need your permission.”
“Like hell you don’t.”
Callan’s face went hard. “Reed, take it down a notch.”
