Page 62 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
Then he moved his tongue to my entrance and swirled it around before piercing it into me. My palm moved to his hand against my stomach, gripping hard. His hot breath on my pussy, combined with his small groans, had my thighs clenching. He pried them apart. “Gotta keep these open so I can clean you thoroughly, kitten.”
Without a moment of hesitation, he went back in, licking me thoroughly from my entrance to my clit, lapping up both our releases. And once he was done, and I was breathless, he ran the washcloth over my center once, as if it really did anything.
“There,” he said, satisfied. He stood, towering over me. With his hands on my cheeks, he tilted my head back and planted a kiss on my lips. “All clean.”
“I’d have been okay with a shower,” I teased.
He smiled, but it was devious. “You should’ve said something.”
Then he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we showered, then bathed, and showered again.
I could’ve spent the rest of my life like that.
With my heart in his hands and my walls knocked down.
It felt good to finally let someone in.
Chapter 24
McKenna
“That man keeps staring at you,” Monica, my over-observant official new boss, said as she sidled up next to me behind the bar.
I continued my circular motions with the damp cloth, cleaning up the sticky mess a spilled soda had left behind on the bar. It was the perfect “welcome back to work” chore after my week off. “I know.”
She leaned an elbow on the wet counter, and I scowled at it. “So you know him then.”
“I do.” Couldn’t people just be outright with what they wanted to know, rather than subtly pushing for more information? Aside from that, I was tired of talking to her. For the duration of my shift, she’d come up to me and Brynne no fewer than ten times to ask how we were doing. I much preferred the disconnected approach Marv had. Well, aside from the perv part.
“Is he your boyfriend?” she pressed, chin resting on her palm.
I stopped my wiping, slowly turning to face her. “Yes.”
We hadn’t established titles since we discussed the whole love thing this week, but the way she kept stealing glances at him pissed me off. Austin was hot, but he was alsomine. She could fuck off.
“He seems very protective.”
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head, which earned me an arched brow from Austin. Yes, he’d been staring at me all day. And finally, I didn’t mind it.
“Yep.” I sprayed the counter with disinfectant once more before going in with a new towel from the rack below the bar. Once it was clean—which was very soon due to my avoidance of Monica—I disappeared into the kitchen to toss the rags in the laundry bin.
Brynne appeared from the door to the alley, coming back from her break.
“Good lunch?” I asked, leaning a hip against the counter. Any excuse to extend my time away from our boss was a good one.
“Eh. Leftovers are never anything special.” She tossed her used fork in the sink, running her hands under the water before drying them.
“Especially from days ago.” My nose scrunched. “You’re probably going to get food poisoning from that.”
She waved me off, shooting me a frown. “You’re just scared of leftovers in general.”
“Reheated food is gross.” Which Austin had quickly come to learn, so he made me homemade meals. Daily.
Ugh.
Keeping up my efforts of being annoyed by him was getting harder and harder, despite our confessions. But I had to keep some sort of rift going between us—I wasafraid of who I’d turn into if I stopped. Plus, he’d said he liked my attitude anyway.
“Monica hitting on Austin is gross,” I added, plastering a disgusted look on my face.
