Page 34 of We The Depraved
I give her directions, and she flounces off in the direction of the bathroom. Her ass is amazing and it beckons to me to follow her and take her again. I’m in my forties and I can already tell that not only will sex be amazing with her, it’s also going to feel like I’m in my twenties again.
The image of her licking her fingers dances into my head and I get chills.
Finally, I dress and grab my cellphone.
I need a drink.
My office is office in a corner of the house in the opposite direction of my showering soon to be bride. I keep Cuban cigars there like the one I smoked in Sage’s bedroom.
Retrieving them, I step out onto the front porch. The sun is going down, painting colors that are so vivid I can’t help but stare.
My phone vibrates in my back pockets as the sweet smoke rises into the air. Leaning against the balcony, I see it’s the Governor calling.
“Yes,” I answer.
“We had a meeting scheduled,” she says.
“We did but things have come up,” I pull on the cigar again, and tap it to let the excess ash fall.
Cigars and vodka would have been soothing but for now the cigar will tide me over.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
“Yes, just something that needed my attention,” I chuckle.
“Well, I could have used your attention,” she says and her tone is seductive.
Days ago, I was eating her out in a motel room after our meeting at the rodeo. My stomach tingles at the thought.
Saved by the bell, I look at my phone and think.
“I’ll have to call you back,” I tell her.
She huffs. “Don’t wait too long, Nikita.”
My stomach twists when she calls me by my full name for some reason.
“I’m aching to fuck you again after so long,” she says.
“Understood,” I tell her. “Have a good evening, Governor.”
With a swift click, I’m on the line with Damien.
“Where are you?” He asks.
Looking around behind me, I spot Sage in the living room retrieving her clothes. “I’m at the ranch. Something wrong?”
“No,” he says.
“We all figured you were there with the woman,” he chuckles a bit.
I’m not amused.
“None of you are to come here,” I tell him quickly.
“About that…”
Fuck,I think.
