Page 57 of Savoring Her Snake

“Thank you.” He slides his hand up to my chin, cupping his palm over my mouth. “Our friends can guess what we are doing, but I don’t want anyone to hear the sounds you make when you come.” I shake my head in agreement. “Are you close?” I nod again, and he stretches me further, adding a finger. He presses his cheek against mine. “Come, darling.”

The words release the orgasm that has been building since he kissed me in the bar; his permission is the only thing I need. His hand absorbs my cries, and my lips part under his palm. I close my eyes and let everything go. My hearing dims, and buzzing replaces the sound of the people in the bar. Heath moves his hand away from my mouth and slides his arm around me.

“Drop your hands,” he orders softly. When I do, he says, “Hold on to me.” I grasp the edges of his coat and open my eyes. He removes his hand, and I hazily watch as he licks his fingers. Once he’s done, he fixes my clothes. “You did so well.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I say.

“You are so special,” he says, cupping the side of my neck. I try to look away. “Don’t do that,” he growls, and I meet his eyes. “I mean it. I always mean what I say.”

“I know.” He won’t lie to me, but I’ve never heard so many compliments.

“Good. Thank you for trusting me.” He kisses me lightly and steps back. I move with him because I refuse to let him go. Plus, I’m unsure my legs will hold me. “Are you alright?” he asks, smirking.

“Yes,” I reply, lying.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbles.

“I’m good,” I insist, the feeling slowly returning to my legs. He tilts his head. “Seriously.” I yank on his coat. “I think I can walk now.”

“Lean on me, darling,” he says, forcing me to let go and stepping to my side. “I won’t ever let you fall.”

Instead of watching where I’m walking, I stare at Heath, knowing down to my core he won’t.

“Welcome back,” Sally says, and I focus on her face. I expect a comment similar to what she said to Micah, but it doesn’t come. She must realize Heath wouldn’t respond well to it.

“We are leaving,” Heath announces.

“Make some time to meet with me,” Quinn demands.

“We’ll see,” Heath says. The round of goodbyes and hugs from the women is a blur. I rely on Heath to guide me to the car. The excitement and massive orgasm has caught up to me. Once I am snuggled on the leather seat, I fall asleep.

My phone buzzing wakes me up, and I struggle to push the covers away to sit up. Heath carried me from the car last night, changed my clothes, and I barely cracked my eyes open when he put me to bed.

I reach for my phone and knock it to the floor. I hang off the side of the bed, blinking the fog of sleep from my eyes. Grabbing it with an annoyed growl, I blink again, sure someone sent me a text meant for someone else.

“Do you let the animal touch you?”

What. The. Fuck.

Pushing my hair back with one hand, I grasp my phone tightly, staring at the words. The number is unknown. I back out of my texts and re-enter, hoping it will go away. Nope. Still there.

I glance around the room and squeal, throwing my phone in the air when it rings. Tucking my legs underneath me, I reach for it, afraid to look. I let out a sigh as I see my brother’s name.

“Levi,” I answer.

“Sis, did I wake you?”

“No.” I clear my throat. “Did you text me?” Maybe he sent the message as a joke, a horrible joke, but at least if he did, I wouldn’t be as creeped out.

“No. I called,” he says slowly. “Are you sure you’re awake?”

“Yeah. I’m awake.” Frowning, I slide my legs over the side of the mattress.

“I called to apologize,” he says, and I freeze.

“Huh?” I must be dreaming. I pinch my bare thigh. Fuck. Awake.

“I know I’ve been behaving horribly to you. I should be grateful that you came for me the other night. All you do is help me out. I’ve been a shit brother.”

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