Page 133 of Bottles & Blades

They’readorable together.

King similarly claims Rory, and my heart does that squeezing thing all over again when he touches her cheek and tucks her close to his big frame.

Then they’re walking to the door, and we’re exchanging goodbyes, watching as they back out of the driveway and disappear into the night.

“Jean-Mi?” I ask as he shuts the door, takes my hand, and starts us toward the stairs.

He sighs. “Why do I feel like I’m not going to like what you’re going to ask me next?”

A sliver of guilt slides through me.

Wrong time.

The last few weeks have been far too busy.

I can hatch my plan another day.

“Never mind,” I murmur, nibbling at the inside of my cheek. “It’s not important. Let’s go to bed, honey. It’s been a long day.” I take his hand, start for the stairs again.

A tug draws me to a halt. Another turns me to face him. “Tell me.”

“More orders?”

He cups my jaw, tilts my face up. “Tell me.”

I cave because I can’t do anything but that when he’s looking at me with those intense blue eyes, when he’s ordering me around all gruff and gentle. It has any resistance melting away like a popsicle on a hot day. “I was just wondering…”

“Buttercup,” he warns when I don’t finish.

“Can we go to Oak Ridge?” I blurt.

His brows drag together. “It’s nighttime, baby.”

“I know,” I say, stepping closer, resting my hand on his chest. “But that doesn’t mean the grove has gone anywhere, does it?”

“No,” he says slowly, confusion still shadowing his eyes, “it doesn’t.”

I smile at him, lift on tiptoe to whisper in his ear,

“Plus, I put a blanket in the trunk.”

Forty-Two

Jean-Michel

“Jean-Mi,”she moans.

Christ she’s beautiful spread out beneath me, legs wide, pink cunt on display for me. Her breasts bounce with every breath she takes—and because I’m fucking her with my tongue and fingers, she’s taking a whole lot of them.

She shudders, grinding against my mouth, and I feel it then?—

That she’s close.

But I don’t give it to her.

Not right then, anyway.

Instead, I crawl up her body, kiss away her disappointed moan, and then flip to my back, yanking my wallet from my pants, tearing open a condom, rolling it down the length of my cock.

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