Page 84 of Running Winter

At least this way, I felt like I was sending him a massive fuck you.

Heather slapped my thighs, commanding my attention.

I focused on the mirror behind her, watching her plump ass rising and falling with the rhythm of my movements.

I felt myself get close, and then I heard Jared’s voice.

"Heather? Yo, you in there?"

Panic rose in Heather’s eyes as I filled her mouth, letting out a guttural groan, my orgasm coating her throat in thick waves. I held her head steady until I finished, not giving a fuck if Jared walked in or not.

Heather gulped it down like a professional, and I smirked when she shot me a dark look. She was fucking gorgeous, especially when she was pissed off.

"What?" Heather demanded breathlessly, opening the door a crack to glare at Jared.

"What's with you? Dad said we are going out for dinner. Get ready."

"I'm not hungry," Heather snapped back as I tried to stifle my laughter.

I bet she wasn't.

"Tough. We’re going to Paolo’s. Be downstairs in ten."

Heather slammed the door, leaning against it as she pouted at me.

"I didn't get to cum," she sighed as I walked over to her.

My hands cupped her ass as I kissed her slowly.

"Come to mine after the dinner," I suggested, and she lifted an eyebrow at me inquisitively. "Don't wear any underwear."

"Rafe, if anyone sees us together, Jared will fucking freak out," Heather whispered. “Fuck me now or something."

This girl killed me.

I loved that she had the same attitude about sex that I did without expecting the white wedding.

I kissed her mouth, tasting myself.

"Come to mine. Or go without."

I backed away, and she groaned.

"Or do it myself?"

"Yeah, there is that. But it won't be as good as what I can do for you." I winked as her eyes glinted at me dangerously.

"You're a dick, Deacon."

"Yeah, so sit on me."

We shared a smile then, and I climbed down from the window. It wasn’t too far to jump, but it was easier to be stealth-like and climb down the side of the house.

I hopped over the fence, heading towards my truck on the side of the road, whistling as I swung my keys around my fingers.

I always felt lighter and less stressed after a decent blowie.

I drove home, noticing a motorcycle in the driveway that I'd not seen before. I was intrigued, but I could hear from the raised voices inside the house that it wasn't good news.

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