Page 159 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
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SADIE
The sun’s rays stream through my window, and I open my eyes.
For a moment, my mind is clear, my body satiated, and next to me is the man of my dreams.
I smile.
Then the previous evening careens back into my mind.
The body.
My brother’s body.
Peterson.
My father.
I have to talk to my father. My mother too, of course. Then I have to wonder if the coroner or Peterson had someone sent to tell them of the news. They’re the next of kin. Not me. The only reason I know is because I’m involved in the case.
Shit. Joey was estranged from Mom as well, so…I want to get to my dad first. Get answers. We all deserve them.
The drive to Billings will take us an hour.
Us. We. I’m assuming Miles will come with me.
I need him to come with me. I haven’t seen or talked to my dad since I checked in with him about Joey when he first disappeared. Then nothing. No news from either of them. Years.
He might be the guy who made me, but he’s nothing but a sperm donor for his lack of involvement in my life.
Miles is lying on his back, the sheet tented with his morning wood.
My smile returns. Maybe I can escape this day for just a few more moments by giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.
It’s funny. I love men, but giving head has never been my favorite thing to do. So why do I want Miles’s dick in my mouth so fucking bad?
I rise from the bed quietly, take a quick trip to the bathroom, and then pad to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Then I creep back into bed with Miles–who hasn’t even stirred–and remove the covers from him.
God, he’s a fucking work of art. His cock is smooth and gorgeous with one purple vein marbling through it. He’s hard and ready, and I could easily sink down on him. I’m ready, just thinking about it. But I don’t have any condoms in the apartment. I could rummage in his jeans to see if he has another. I’m on the pill and clean as a whistle, but we haven’t talked about going bare and I don’t want to take his choice about that from him.
So a blowjob it will be.
I lean down, flick the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock.
His eyes flutter open. “This is one hell of a way to wake up.”
“Shh,” I say, licking the crown like a lollipop. “Let me take care of you.”
“You’re the one who needs taking care of.”
He begins to sit up, but I push at his chest and force him back down. He huffs out a laugh because I know he’s allowing me to manhandle him. If he wants to do something, I physically can’t stop him.
“Please,” I whisper, gripping the base and stroking him from root to tip. “I need this. I want to do this for you.”
He hisses and his hips involuntarily buck. “You sure?”
I nod and watch as a drop of liquid seeps from the slit. “God, I’m so sure.”
