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The second I hang up, PJ’s wet finger slides into my hole.I clench hard around the intrusion.A zing of sensation rushes up my spine.
The hard thrust of my hips has me buried deep in his throat again when I bellow at the top of my lungs through a mind-blowing release.At the end, I’m wrung out and spent, tired again.Crying a little, for some reason.
Sagging in the chair, my breath stutters out in ragged pants that make me wonder if I’ll ever inhale normally again.“That was… Holy shit…I can’t…”
Intense.Really fucking intense.
“Shh,” PJ murmurs.“Can’t believe you didn’t wake the puppy during all that, but let’s not tempt things.By the way, you choking me like that?Fucking hot.I’m also going to punish you for it later, though.”
Honestly, I was kind of hoping so.
He kisses me, wiping the moisture from my cheek.When his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I’m caught by how much I like the taste of myself on his tongue.
For now, though, my eyes have drifted shut, and they don’t seem to want to open.
“Come on.”PJ fixes my clothes, pulls me out of the chair, and guides me gently up to bed.He promises to keep an eye on Bruiser while I take a nap.
Funny, I don’t remember feeling this tired in forever.It hits me as I’m drifting off that I feel safe when PJ’s here.He’s younger, smaller, but everything about him tells me he won’t let anything get past him.Logical or not, my brain is willing to let me sleep when he’s here.
It’s not only that I want him.I trust him.I bite my lips together to stop myself from saying so.
To stop myself from saying,I think I’m falling in love with you.
ChapterSixteen
PJ
The next evening,I roll up to Wes’s end-of-summer barbecue feeling like a king.
Honestly, I was pretty proud of taking Fallon’s dick down my throat like a champ.I was even more thrilled when he woke up from his post-orgasm nap, for the first time not looking like he’d been to hell and back.The constant bags under his eyes had faded considerably.
I’m kind of killing it at taking care of my man.
Oh yeah, and the part where Fallon wanted to return the favor on the covered lanai behind his house?That was pretty damn awesome too.We were in an alcove, all shadowy and obscured from the neighbors, but the chance of being spotted by someone wandering their way down the beach made us both come so fucking hard.
The thrill of semipublic sex is one of the many, many things I’ve learned I’m into since meeting Fallon.
“What the hell is this?”Wes opens his front door with a beer in one hand and a pair of giant metal tongs in the other.He’s giving a judgmental look at me in general, but at the puppy in my arms in particular.
Fallon didn’t want to leave him alone yet, and Bruiser was tired, so I carried him.What’s Wes’s fucking problem with that?Nobody’s feeling abandoned on my watch.
I give Wes my best smile, because fuck him for threatening me.“This is Bruiser.He’s a good boy, but he has a little problem with his brain.Kind of like you, Wes.”
Wes narrows his eyes, staring now at my other hand and Fallon’s joined together.Fuck this guy.He seems to have a lot to say about me for someone who can’t out me without outing himself as the guy who hired a sex worker to lay out his brother.
Fallon diffuses the situation by holding out a six-pack in his brother’s face.“Brought your favorite.”
For the moment, Wes is distracted, grinning at the amber bottles.“Fuck yeah.Gina bitches whenever I get this stuff.Thinks it’s too expensive.”
“It is too expensive,” I say.“Who pays fifty bucks for a six-pack of beer?”After attending lots of fancy dinners with clients, I’m aware some people are willing to pay a hell of a lot more than that for alcohol.Ridiculous though, if you ask me.
A pretty blonde sticks her head around the corner.“I don’t know who you are, but I like you,” she says to me.Which only makes Wes scowl more, so I decide she’s my new favorite person.“Burgers are gonna burn.”She cuts Wes with some stern side-eye.He disappears, looking like he wants to argue but doesn’t.
“Fallon, it’s so good to see you.”She gives him a hearty hug and turns to shake my hand now that Fallon’s let go of me.“I’m Gina.Come in and make yourself at home.Drink some of Wes’s beers.Fallon, could I borrow your muscles for a few minutes?I need some help filling the coolers with ice—oh my God, who is this little guy?”
Bruiser, who’s awake and wondering what all the commotion’s about, reaches his paws out toward Gina.Next thing I know, she’s scooping him up in her arms and dragging Fallon down the hall.I love that lady already.
Well, aside from the fact that she’s left me flying solo in a house full of strangers without even a cute rescue puppy to use as a distraction.I look around the foyer, peeking side to side and then down the hall, wondering where she and Fallon would have gone.The house is cozy, with gleaming hardwood floors and lots of rustic-looking furniture.Seems an odd choice for a house in a humid coastal town, but whatever.
