“Well, that was easy,” he teases as he grins and moves up the bed. I giggle in slight embarrassment as he tilts his head and runs the tip of his wet finger along my lower lip. “Open.”
I don’t know exactly how to tell him that I’m not interested in tasting my own pussy, when he slides his finger into my mouth regardless. I gag slightly since I wasn’t expecting it, and he laughs as he pulls it out.
“If you can’t handle my finger in your mouth, then I’m sure my dick is out of the question.”
I feel challenged and a little outraged, so I decide to call his bluff.
“Move,” I tell him evenly as I put my hands on his chest and push him away from me.
Tanner sits back on the bed, palms out as he watches me with curious, teasing eyes and I reach up to secure my ponytail again. I get to my knees and move over to where he’s sitting before reaching down for his cock and stroking it.
He’s already hard so this isn’t to get him ready; it’s more to prepare myself because it happens to be a little larger than any dick I’ve ever taken before.
He rests a hand gently on the back of my head as I take a deep breath and lower my mouth onto the head of his dick. As his fingers tangle into my hair, I begin to move my head up and down, swirling my tongue along the length of his manhood as he leans back slightly and moans.
I don’t plan on going any further than this, especially not when he gently pushes my head down and forces me to gag by swallowing his entire dick, but I guess it’s fun and at the very least will take my mind off of work for a little bit.
Chapter 14
I feel like my heart is breaking.
I followed them as best as I could and snuck around the side of her home after they went inside. There’s a deck right outside of her bedroom bay doors and I’ve been hiding under the table, waiting to see what’s happening inside.
I almost fell asleep until the light in the bedroom turned on.
I almost banged on the window in a fit of rage when he pushed the curtains open, stark naked, harder than I’ve ever been, with her sitting on the bed expectantly behind him.
I’ve watched while he’s slid his fingers into something that doesn’t belong to him. I’ve bitten back tears as he’s tasted the one thing that should have always been mine, and when she returned the favor by slipping his engorged cock into her mouth, I almost screamed at them to stop.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
The worst is now.
I’m watching as he pulls her top off, the uncertain look on her face prominent to me outside, but somehow missed by him who’s so fucking close to the one person I need.
Then she smiles as she lays back.
She gives him unspoken permission to ravage her body and I hate them both for it.
For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I feel hate for Makena Washington flowing through me and I don’t know what to do now. It won’t matter if she notices me because she won’t care. It will be of no consequence when she finally sees me because I’m not the one she wants.
It’s him.
It was always him, and I’m nothing more than a shadow marring her life that she chooses to ignore.
I turn my face away from the show as she begins to dig her nails into the flesh of his arms. I wipe the tears away as he begins to push into her because I don’t want to see the euphoria she’s experiencing at the touch of another man.
I have to detach myself from my feelings for her now.
If she doesn’t notice orange, then she’ll have to notice white.
Chapter 15
It’s two thirty in the morning when the vibration of my phone sitting on the nightstand wakes me up. Tanner’s arm is wrapped loosely around me and I can hear the evenness of his breathing, so I know he’s still sound asleep. I reach over to grab the phone before it wakes him up, then slide to accept the call when I see it’s from Derick and slip out from underneath Tanner’s embrace.
“What’s up?” I ask in a soft, groggy tone as I walk toward my bathroom. After I’ve stepped inside, I close the door as quietly as I can while I sit on the edge of the bathtub and wait.
“Paramount Ranch is engulfed!” he shouts into the receiver.
I pull the phone away from my ear and grimace at the loudness of his voice at this hour but get back to my feet. “I’m on my way.”
I disconnect the call and head back into my bedroom. Tanner has his back to me now as I enter the room, which works out just fine since I have to slip out without waking him up. I walk over to my closet, pull out a pair of loose-fitting jeans, grab a graphic t-shirt and my work boots before I make my way toward the living room where I quickly redress myself.
Once I’ve got my keys in my hand, I rub my eyes tiredly as I scribble a note for him and toss it on the kitchen counter.
There’s no way in hell I’ll be back before he wakes up and I don’t want him to feel dismissed. The note tells him to have some coffee and stay for as long as he likes. I sign my name at the bottom and beneath that I leave my phone number as a p.s.
He may not have been the
