Page 26 of Hard to Judge

I level her with a glare. “If you try to set me up with Astor, I’m not inviting you to my next storm party.”

“Please, Astor is too perfect for you too.” She dismisses the idea outright.

“Ouch.” I clutch at my heart.

“I know just the woman for you.” She loops her arm with mine and her other with Arlo’s and steers us toward the limo. “What’s a storm party?”

“What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

Hailey stares after Hota even though he disappeared through the front entrance to his building several seconds ago, and we’ve pulled away from the curb. Slowly, her gaze slides to mine as she strums two fingers over her pretty lips.

“Did you have fun tonight?” The jovial aura that’d enveloped her all night slips into a more analytical disposition. I see it in the fire of her green eyes and the slight furrow between her brows.

“Are you evading my question?” There were plenty of questions that evaded answers tonight. Ones I don’t have the guts to move from my psyche to my mouth. If she is, I wouldn’t blame her.

Things shifted tonight in our relationship and my relationship with Hota. One part of me is elated at the development, while another stands on the precipice of great change with wobbly legs and quivering hands.

I sit in my usual spot at the back of the car while she remains where she was before we dropped Hota off—on the long benchwhere she sat beside him. Watching them together, rambling on like two long-lost friends, mended a part of my tattered heart I didn’t think could be made whole. In them, I saw a family, a home for my broken parts.

“Not at all.” She slips off the bench and crawls to me. Her eyes are locked on mine as she slowly moves closer and closer. My cock grows with each sway of her hips and dip of her shoulders. “I’m simply digging deeper.”

Hailey stops between my legs. Her gaze falls to my belt. “Will you let me?”

“Yes.” My voice sounds ragged to my ears.

Hell, the entire afternoon turned evening was a lesson in edging. First, merely having Hota in my presence with his promise to fuck Hailey cemented heating my blood. Then Hailey’s return. Then the two of them together. And then, Hota’s touch.

“Fuck yes, siren.” I shift my hips, giving her better access.

She unfastens my belt, unzips my pants, and frees my cock.

“So, did you?” Hailey’s pink lips hover over my weeping head. “Have fun?” Her tongue slicks over the tip, and she plunges me back to the base. She keeps me in the back of her throat, working me, swallowing me down as though our lives depend on it.

“Yes, fuck! Yes, I had fun tonight. So much fun.” I press my hips into the seat to keep from ramming just a little bit deeper.

Filthy sounds fill the small space. Her tight throat squeezes my cock. Usually, I’m the one demanding her orgasm. The singularity in her intent unleashes me. I don’t hold back. Needing to give her what she wants, I free my hips and fuck her throat.

Pressure builds. The flames of pleasure warm a path from my balls and lick their way up my spine, forcing a moan from my lips.

A satisfied hum rattles my balls as she swallows and then smiles.

“Good,” she says, sliding off me and sucking my reddening head.

“I should be telling you that.” I slip my hands into her hair and run my thumb over her bottom lip. Her tongue snakes out and caresses my pad. “Good fucking girl.”

“I’m all woman tonight.” She makes my cock disappear once more.

My hand binds her hair. “Yes, you are.” I shove my hips forward in time with the bob of her head. “You fuck me so good with your pretty, dirty mouth. I’ve watched it all night, wanting to be right here and so many other places.” My other hand tweaks her nipple.

She moans, vibrating around my slick cock. Once again, she slides off me, her eyes intent on mine. “How did it feel to touch Hota?”

I hesitate. I’m always honest with her. I just don’t know how truthful she wants me to be.

“Truly, I want to know it all.” She licks my pulsing head. “I trust you with all your truths.”

“Fuck, Hailey,” I cry as she chokes me down, adjusts her angle, then sucks me deep. “I don’t deserve you.”

Her retort is muffled and garbled by my cock.

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