Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
But he’d come inside of me and had shrunk slightly as we’d waited for the men to stop talking.
Now, though, he was getting harder by the second, and I still had one shoe to get off.
“Get it off,” Dean said into my ear. “Hurry.”
“I used to smoke in this bathroom,” Barrett broke into my thoughts. “And fuck.”
Assuming that I was trying his patience, I leaned down and worked my shoe off the other foot. This one coming much easier now that I remembered which way to pull the latch that would easily unhook it from around my ankle.
I’d just placed my tippy toes back onto the floor when Dean’s fists unclenched. He latched onto my hips and pushed me down so hard on his cock that a gasp slipped out past my lips.
“Bathroom’s loud. I used to sit in that handicap stall with the window open and smoke, thankful as fuck that the toilet ran and the coaches that came to look for us couldn’t tell because the sounds canceled each other out,” Jensen mumbled. “Got my first blow job there, too. July Hoover Amsel.”
I would’ve likely growled at that point, pissed off beyond belief that he would tell someone something so fucking personal about me.
Instead, I was too busy being lifted in the air by Dean and pressed face first into the cool tile against the outside wall of the stall. One hand went to the wall beside my head, and the other hand went to my neck, his fingers turning my chin to look at him.
“That why you don’t like it when I tell you that your mouth is perfect for sucking my cock?” he rasped so softly against my ear that it sent chills down my spine.
I nodded slowly, Dean’s hand at my throat restricting my movement slightly.
It was why. A lot of things that Dean did that I got wigged out about were directly related to this place. High school was a living hell for me, and those bad memories turned into triggers that set me off at inopportune times. Such as during a blow job that I was performing on Dean for the first time.
“You’ll forget everything this stupid fucker said about you,” he promised, thrusting his hips forward, causing my hips to smack into the wall.
I licked my lips, then nodded, knowing that was what he wanted.
He smiled.
“Good girl,” he whispered, thrusting his hips again.
This time, though, my elbows that were against the wall gave out, causing my breasts to press against the cool tile and a squeak to fall out of my mouth.
He laughed at me, causing me to glare at him.
When he didn’t react to the glare, I clenched my pussy muscles on his cock, and his eyes widened.
“Bitch,” he laughed softly.
His hips started to thrust faster, but he stopped just shy of bottoming out inside of me due to the sound that our hips would make when he did.
I was just on the verge of another Earth shattering orgasm when the door to the bathroom opened once again.
Dean’s hand on my clit froze, but I dropped my own hand to help him out—or me out, depending on which way you looked at it—and circled my own clit as my orgasm rushed over me.
I heard Dean’s low, chest rattling growl as I came around his cock, but the moment I was finished he pulled out of me without following me over the cliff, leaving me feeling bereft.
I turned around and looked at him in confusion, but he had his hand up to his mouth and he was listening to the voices that I somehow managed to tune out during my release.
This time there weren’t two voices, but three.
Chapter 15
Sometimes you have to burn bridges to get some distance from the people that’ll try to bring you down with them.
-Fact of Life
July
“Did you get my money?” an extremely familiar voice asked.
“No, Joe. I haven’t been able to come up with the cash yet,” Barrett apologized.
He sounded scared, almost terrified even.
My eyes went wide, and I stared at Dean in confusion.
He recognized Joe aka Joseph Perry.
We’d only just spoken with him thirty minutes before.
Hell, we were even sitting at the table with his wife!
Did his wife know he was making deals for money in the bathroom?
“That’s unacceptable,” Joseph informed the two men. “We had a deal. You can’t make it happen, then I’ll cut you out of it.”
Barrett growled and I could hear shuffling feet.
The door opened and closed, and then there was quiet so long that I could’ve sworn nobody was in there anymore.
However, I was proven wrong when Jensen decided to add his two cents where it was obviously not needed.
“Told you not to stick your nose in that,” Jensen said sarcastically. “Told you it was going to backfire. Your boss is going to be pissed.”