Page 66 of Beat around the Bush
“They’re already paid for,” Wyatt said.
I spun to look at him. “Paid for? By who?”
“Me,” Lennon said from behind me.
I twisted again, convinced I was going to get whiplash. “I don’t need you to pay-”
A phone ringing behind me cut me off. Wyatt answered it with a quick, “Yello.”
I didn’t finish what I was saying, not wanting to be rude to him as he was on the phone, but I kept my eyes on Lennon, staring him down and hoping he knew what I really wanted to say.
That I couldn’t let him buy me an entire brand new set of tires.
I mean, sure, my old tires had pretty much no tread left on them, and these new tires would help immensely in the snow, but that wasn’t a cheap purchase.
“I’ll be right out,” Wyatt said into the phone before I heard him set it down, having ended the call. “I’ve got a tow truck about five minutes out with a car I need to help him unload into the back. You guys want the keys to the Subaru so you can head out?”
Lennon shook his head, keeping his eyes on me. “No, we’ll wait for you, Wyatt.”
What? Why?
“Alright, be back in a jiffy,” Wyatt said before I heard a door click behind me from where I was still facing Lennon.
“Why don’t we just go?” I asked.
Lennon slowly stalked toward me until I had to step back, my ass connecting with the desk behind me. He set both hands on the desk, caging me in. “I think it’s time to remind you of a couple things.”
“What?” I squeaked.
In one swift motion, he twisted his hat backwards and grabbed my hips, lifting me so I was now sitting on the desk.
“But Wyatt’s outside. What if he comes back in?” I stuttered.
“It won’t take me that long to make you come,” Lennon stated.
My jaw dropped.
“Careful.” He set a finger under my chin, closing my mouth for me. “Don’t give me any ideas. We only have a few minutes.”
“Then what’re you taking your time for?”
His hands instantly went for the button on my jeans, undoing it along with my zipper. In one swift motion, he had them off and laying in a heap on the ground. He grabbed my ankles, wrapping my legs around his torso, then slid his hands up my legs, lifting me completely off the desk. “Hold on, sweetheart.”
My legs tightened around him as he took the few steps to the wall, propping my back against it. There was no point in telling him no, not that I wanted to anyway, so I reached between us, working at the button and zipper on his jeans.
With my body between him and the wall, Wyatt wouldn’t be able to see any exposed parts of me even if he did walk in, but I had a feeling Lennon was going to keep his promise and I’d be screaming his name within the next two minutes.
Lennon kept one hand on my ass and slid the other between us, shoving aside my panties and lining the tip of his cock up with my entrance.
Before I had the chance to brace myself, he was sliding in fast, burying himself as deep as he could go. I gasped, my fingers digging into the skin on the back of his neck. He lowered his head to kiss my neck, gently biting my skin. My head fell back against the wall as he thrusted in and out of me with his hands gripped tight on my ass.
A moan escaped my lips despite my attempt to stay quiet, knowing there were people outside. Lennon felt so damn good, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me every fucking day.
“You like my cock in your sweet little pussy, Oak?” he panted.
I hummed a response, unable to form words.
“Say you’re mine,” he demanded.
