Page 69 of Bad Seed
“Okay, okay. We’ve heard all this a hundred times. Your sweet, gigantic, rich bouncer. What I want to know is what he’s like in bed.”
As thrilling and terrifying as riding the crest of a wave. As soft and gentle as a kitten’s belly fur. As willful and inevitable as a volcano. As talented as a trapeze artist with a double-jointed tongue.
“Hot,” tumbles from me. “He’s hot. So…damn hot.”
Ann rolls her eyes, but Lucy cuts in. “What’s he taste like?”
“It’s funny you say that, but there’s like this tingling I get sometimes when we kiss. I can’t explain it. Like pop rocks bouncing off my tongue.”
“Not that. I mean when you…” She jerks her head to the floor. “Ya know, scale down that mountain.”
“When I…? Oh. Oh!” I gasp as the innuendo hits, then I frown. “I…don’t know.”
“You’ve never sucked him off?” Ann asks.
“No, I have. At least, I start to. But then he always wants to do something else.” He always finishes in the condom or across my skin. Never once in my mouth. “Usually so I come thirty times.”
I’m trying to laugh at that little missing piece in our varied sex life, but Ann and Lucy are staring at each other like they solved a mystery. “What?”
Swirling her shake around, Ann stares at me, gives her straw a pump, and says, “Now we know why you’re not his girlfriend.”
No. That’s not it.We just haven’t hadthattalk. The one when you have be vulnerable and pin all your hopes and dreams on someone else liking you as much as you do them. If all he needed to do was blow a load in my mouth then I’d have had a dozen boyfriends by now.
Lucy shrugs. “How many times has he eaten you out,” she says.
Damn it. They’re right.
I open my phone to check the time out of habit, and read Aubry’s last text begging me to come to his place. “We’re meeting up tonight,” I tell them and reach for a fry. Jabbing it knuckle deep into the ketchup, I declare, “So I’ll tell you what he tastes like tomorrow.”
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AUBRY
She barely turns off her engine before I throw open the door and rush into the fading light.
“Hi.” Sadie sticks her legs out of the car, then turns back to grab something on the front seat. “Sorry I’m late. Am I late?”
I reach her just as she spins back around, bottle in hand. “I brought wine.”
Without saying a word, I bend down and scoop her up into my arms. She gives a surprised “Whoa,” but settles almost instantly. One hand holding wine, the other her purse, she strains up to kiss me.
I have not been a nervous wreck since Cuke’s visit. There were no floorboards worn down in a circle, or knives sharpened as I watched the surveillance cameras. That would be a sign of paranoia for a man who wasn’t trying to hide from the mob.
But as the weight of her body solidifies in my arms, my pounding heart skips a new beat. I don’t kiss her.
I take her.
Heat, lips, taste, tongue—it’s damn near as close to fucking on the pavement without taking any clothes off as I can get.
She trembles in my arms and reaches up to hold my cheek. The chill of glass brushes over my jaw and I lean back before she accidentally beans me with the wine bottle.
Drifting and dreamy, Sadie’s eyes flutter open and she gazes at me. “Hi.”
“Hello,” I say at last and turn for the house.
In the foyer where I could easily carry her up to one of six bedrooms via the winding staircase, I pause. That can wait. For now…I have business to attend to.
But as I tip her legs to the floor, I let my palm sweep up her thighs and over her ass before resting on the small of her back. Her cheeks flush and she keeps shifting. Does she want to leap on me? Crush me between her thighs and pin me down right here with the front door wide open?
