Page 54 of Nailed (Dad Bod Contracting 3)
I’m still holding my dress up near my navel, and my underwear is still around my ankles, but I’m still too weak and limp and racked with aftershocks to do anything about it just yet.
Ryder to the rescue.
He slides my underwear into place, and I force my hand to release my dress; he fills the cup I keep by my sink and hands it to me. “Rinse, honey.”
I shake myself, and take the cup, grinning at him. “Yum—cum and toothpaste.”
He licks his lips. “I’ll be tasting you all day.”
I bend to rifle through a container I keep under my sink, and find an unopened toothbrush. “Here.”
I rinse my mouth a few times, and then rinse it again with mouthwash while he brushes his teeth—and even this feels strangely comfortable and familiar. Like getting ready for bed together—except it’s almost nine and I’m going to be late for work.
Ryder rinses and swishes mouthwash, and then grins at me in the mirror. “We’re hopeless, Laurel, you do realize that, right?”
“I’m not sure I was this horny as a teenager.”
He laughs. “Oh, I know I was. Not that I got anywhere near this much sex.” He wipes at his beard, making sure it’s clean. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure you’ve given me more blowjobs in the last three days than I’ve gotten in the last ten years combined.”
“Funny, because I’ve given you more blowjobs in the last three days than I’ve given…well…ever, actually.”
He makes a face. “Really?”
I nod. “Until you, it wasn’t really my thing.”
“It doesn’t show—you’re amazing at it.”
“Well, that’s good…I think?” I laugh. “Is there such a thing as a bad blowjob?”
He nods. “Too much teeth.” He fakes a shudder. “No good.”
“Ah. Well, I’ll be sure to keep my teeth off the goods. Don’t want to damage anything.” I lean against his chest, sighing as his arms go around him. “I have to go to work now.”
“Same.”
I twist my head to grin up at him. “I’ll stop and get some condoms to keep here.” He opens his mouth, and I say what I know he’s about to say. “Yes, Ryder, I know—you love the way I think.”
He leans down and kisses me. “Let’s go.” He pats my bottom. “We both have to get to work.”
I head for the door to the garage, Ryder behind me. He opens my garage door for me, and then my car door. I sigh as I slide into my car. “I really could get used to this.”
“Used to what?” Ryder asks.
I grin mischievously. “Sucking your big hard cock…followed by you eating me out. I’m not gonna say it’s better than actual sex, but it’s close.” I laugh. “Or, alternatively, you cooking breakfast and opening doors for me.”
“How about you get used to both?” he suggests. “Sucking my cock, getting eaten out, breakfast, me opening doors, taking Nate on fun afternoons out, weekends away together, surprise dates. All of it.”
“Surprise dates?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Does it involve us getting naked?”
He laughs. “You are insatiable, woman.”
I start my car. “I told you, Ryder. You’ve woken the beast.”
“Can’t say I’m sorry,” he says, laughing. “Starting the day with your mouth around me is pretty much my favorite thing in the world.”
“I take back what I said about it being creepy if you were to sneak into my house and eat me out,” I mumble. “You totally have my permission.”
He growls. “Don’t tease me, woman.”
I arch an eyebrow. “I wasn’t kidding. I have a spare key hidden.”
“So I can sneak in in the middle of the night and go down on you?”
“So we can have ninja sex,” I say. “Among other things.”
“Ninja sex?”
“Super quiet, so as to not alert the child down the hall,” I clarify.
“Isn’t it a little soon to be giving me a key?” he asks.
I shrug. “Maybe. But I don’t care. I know what I want, and I want you, as often as possible. Eventually, I’ll let you stay the night, once I’m sure Nate will be okay with it.”
“So I’ll have to sneak out until then?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m hiding you or ashamed of us, I just—”
He leans down and kisses me. “I totally get it.” He grins. “Besides, it’ll make it kinda fun, sneaking around like I’m sixteen with a girlfriend I’m not supposed to have.”
“I’m too old and not flexible enough for car sex,” I tell him.
He shudders. “God, me either.” His laugh is lecherous. “Although, the bed of my old pickup is big enough to fit a mattress in it. Sex outside under the stars sounds pretty amazing.”
I widen my eyes excitedly. “With a picnic? And champagne, and strawberries, and cheese, and chocolate?”
He kisses me again. “Hell, yes, baby. That sounds perfect. Consider it done.”
I sigh, happily. “I like it when you call me baby.”
He backs away. “Go. Before I drag you inside and neither of us makes it to work.”
