Page 67 of Beat around the Bush
“I’m yours,” I said, my voice breathy.
One of his hands released my ass, and in a breath, his hand was fisted in my hair, pulling my head back further so my neck was exposed.
“So fucking perfect. All wet and ready for me, like you’ve wanted me to fill your pussy ever since I last made you come.”
My lips parted as he continued fucking me.
“Rub that pretty clit, Oakley,” he instructed.
Sliding one hand down his chest and keeping the other looped around the back of his neck, my fingers found that bundle of nerves and began rubbing circles as I already felt the pressure building low in my belly.
“That’s my good girl. I want to feel you come on my cock. Want to feel your pussy choke me when you let go.”
He thrusted deeper, hitting that blissful spot inside of me. After a few more thrusts, I exploded, my entire body tensing around him as the wall and his body were my only support.
“Just like that, baby.”
Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I thought I might explode right along with them as he kept his pace. A loud moan escaped my lips and I quickly pursed them shut, trying to keep my orgasm quiet, which was proving to be almost impossible with Lennon.
After I was able to relax my body, he pulled out, keeping me wrapped around his waist.
“Aren’t you going to come?” I asked, nervous that it didn’t feel good to him.
He smiled. “Baby, that’d be a mess that I don’t think we have time to clean up right now.”
“What?” I asked, scared that he somehow knew Wyatt was about to walk in.
“Drive safe!” I heard a muffled voice from outside yell out as tires crunched over slushy snow in the parking lot.
I cursed and he dropped me, grabbing my jeans and handing them to me. As I quickly fixed my panties and slipped my jeans on, he situated himself back into his pants.
Right as I was finishing with the button on my jeans, the handle on the door twisted and Wyatt came walking in.
“Sorry ‘bout that, guys. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long, though,” Wyatt said, closing the door and then turning to face us.
He knew.
The look on his face and the way the corners of his mouth twitched, I knew that he knew.
My hair probably looked like a bird had been trying to make a nest in it after Lennon had his fist in it.
I huffed out a breath, trying to calm my nerves. “So, the Subaru?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but sounding the complete opposite.
“Right,” Wyatt said, grabbing the keys behind his desk. “The car.”
26
Lennon
After picking up Oakley’s car, I’d followed her back to Tumbleweed Feed. We were the only two scheduled today, but since our trip to the shop took longer than expected, I’d called Leo and Jacey to open the store for me.
Though Leo had grumbled about it on the phone, he’d shown up. I let them both leave after we'd arrived so they could have the rest of the day off.
I didn’t know what I’d do without Jacey and Leo.
Now I could add Oakley to that list, too.
She’d been so damn flustered after Wyatt came back inside, her cheeks the deepest shade of crimson I’d seen them yet.
