Page 1 of Open Road (Tattooed Hearts Duet 3)

ChapterOne

RECAP FROM THE BONUS SECTION OF TATTOOED HEARTS

Lennox

The beeping drewme to its position, and I squatted, bending to look under the bed. The idea of having a robot vacuum had sounded perfect in theory, but the more I used it, the more I loathed it. Mainly because it always seemed to get stuck when it was my turn, and I ended up chasing it more than it cleaned. I’d already be done with vacuuming if I’d done it the old-fashioned way to begin with.

“Screw you, Matilda.”

The blinking light on the machine mocked me as I wiggled under the bed, reaching to grab it. Tugging, I hauled it back toward me, panting with the exertion that it took. Once I finally had it free, I sat back on my heels, staring daggers at it.

“What’s got your panties in a twist this time, Matilda? Hmm?”

Flipping it over, I saw what the problem was. My hair had raveled around one of the wheels, jamming it. Fiddlesticks! Rolling my eyes, I dragged it with me to the kitchen, so I could get the scissors. I didn’t dare touch Simon’s again. He’d acted like I’d committed the biggest crime when I’d used his one time. So picky!

I almost had all the hair cut out and unraveled when the front door opened. I didn’t turn to see who it was, though, too immersed in my project to stop at this point. I was determined to win against Matilda.

“Not today, Matilda, not today! Ho-rah!” I shouted, raising the hairball into the air in victory and mimed silent people clapping for me and calling my name. Naturally, I bowed, taking the congratulations. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Some days, I wonder about you, Peach.”

“Just some days?” I smirked but didn’t turn, putting the pieces I’d dismantled back in. Arms bracketed me on the counter, his front pressing into my back as his head rested on my shoulder.

“Hmm, good point. What are you doing?”

“Winning my fight against Matilda.”

“I still can’t believe you named the vacuum.” I shrugged, his head moving slightly at the gesture.

“It talks, moves, and causes me annoyance; therefore, it gets a name. Besides, you named your dick.” I laughed, and he only growled in my ear more, choosing to ignore that part.

“Your criteria is suspect.”

I shrugged again as I finished the last piece and snapped it closed. Flipping it over, I bent down to place it on the floor, momentarily forgetting Slade was behind me. In the process, I brushed my butt up against him. He cursed and an evil smile grew on my face as a thought entered my head. Hitting start on Matilda, I listened to it sing as it started back on its merry way to finish the job.

Slowly, I stood back up, grazing my butt more purposeful this time against him. His hands clamped down on my hips, stopping my motion.

“Oh, sorry.”

Slade leaned down, his voice husky as he whispered in my ear. “I don’t believe you for one second, Peach, but I’ll let you make it up to me if you’ve followed directions.” My breath hitched, a shot of electricity shooting straight to my clit at his words. His hands started to move forward, stopping at the hem of my dress. “But if you’ve been disobedient, then I’ll have to change tactics. So, tell me, Peach, will I be rewarding us both, or only me?”

Biting my lip, I looked over my shoulder, catching his eyes filled with heat as I pressed back into him more. He groaned, but his eyes didn’t drop, waiting for my answer.

“Find out.”

His pupils dilated, and I felt the cool air hit my legs as he wrenched up my dress, plunging his fingers upward. The sudden intrusion had me gasping, and my eyes rolled back as I felt myself adjust to him.

“Fuck, Peach.” Slade started to move his fingers, not wasting any time as he coated himself in my wetness, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I spread my legs wider, wanting to feel more of him, brushing my butt against him again. It was all it took, and he lifted me up on the counter higher, my feet leaving the ground as he spread me apart.

“Seems you can follow directions when properly motivated, Peach.” I didn’t respond; there was no way I could anyway as he began to lick up my center from behind. His hands spread me open, my thick thighs pressed tight in his hands, and I was a puddle to his whims as I lay on the kitchen island.

“Shit, you’re so wet. I fucking need you, Peach.”

I whimpered as he pulled away, cool air hitting my exposed parts, too lost in my desire to understand what he’d said entirely. Slade gathered me in his arms, and I squeaked at the change of position, clinging to him.

He stared down at me, and I saw the hunger I’d missed in his words. Slade stopped a few feet later, dropping my feet to the floor before yanking the dress over my head, stopping to stare at my naked body on display for him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

He greedily eyed my pussy, licking his lips, and I moved to unbuckle his belt, no longer wanting to wait either. Together, we managed to free his cock as it sprang forward. I wrapped my hand around him, but Slade grunted, stepping back, so I was out of reach.

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