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It wasn’t making love. Not on a dining table. Not in this house. Not with–
Oh shit, the others were watching. I heard alucky fuckerand ashe’s a hot piece of assandhe’s gonna break her.
“You just got wetter,” Shep said, lifting his head so we were practically nose to nose.
His heat radiated from him. His strength. His clean scent.
“I… they’re watching,” I whispered.
“Yeah, they heard you come on my face and probably came running. Their dicks are hard for you, cherry. They’re wishing they were me, balls deep. Splitting you open.”
I clenched around him at his words.
“You like that.” He grinned. “Good to know. But say who’s fucking you.”
He pulled back, then thrust deep and hard for the first time.
“Oh shit,” I breathed, arching my back even more. “You, Shep. You.”
“That’s right. I’m the one you’re gonna think of the rest of the week ‘cause your pussy’s all sore.”
It was like he got revved up, fucking me harder and faster as the dirty talk continued.
Until he reached between us, found my clit and–
“SHEP!” I cried out when he pinched it.
“Fuck,” he muttered as I came all over him.
I was lost. Eyes squeezed tight, body taut. Pussy throbbing and clenching.
I felt him swell, then hold deep.
From his fierce growl, I knew he was coming, too.
9
SHEP
“What?”I said, when I grabbed my cell off my side table and answered it. I was facedown on my bed, my pillow half over my head.
“You okay, son?” Pops asked.
I sniffed, sighed. “Yeah, sorry. Sleeping.”
It was Sunday and the shop was closed. Unless there was a call for a tow, I was off.
“Checking in about that text from yesterday. You still good with having a new employee?”
Right. The kid who’d graduated from the mechanic program at the community college.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said, flipping over onto my back,kicking my foot out from the tangle of sheets. I rubbed a hand over my face.
“All right. I’ll tell Hank. Starting tomorrow work for you?”
“Sure. No problem.”
“Good. See you this week for dinner.”
