Page 44 of Kings & Carnage

His gaze found mine like a homing beacon and I wondered if I was imagining the relief in his eyes.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Better than I had a right to expect," I said. "She gave me the binders.”

I was almost proud of the surprise on his face. Surprising Neo was hella hard.

"She just gave them to you?" he asked.

"Yep," I said. "She even looked around his study for more evidence.”

He dropped into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. "Damn. I didn't expect that.”

"Same," I said.

"How'd you make out with Hawk?" Oscar asked.

"He seemed agreeable enough," Neo said. "But I guess time will tell.”

He looked tired, another unexpected emotion from Neo, but I knew better than to mention it. He'd never admit it anyway. For Neo, being anything but balls to the wall was a weakness and Neo didn't do weakness.

I stood. "Want something to drink?”

I squeaked when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap.

His hard dick pressed against my ass, close enough to my pussy to make me wet all over again.

"No, I want your ass in my lap." He nuzzled my neck, then raised his head to stare accusingly at Oscar and Rock. "Willa smells like shampoo. And soap. And dick.”

Rock shrugged. "You weren't here.”

One of Neo's hands snaked up my pink T-shirt while the other slipped into my Wednesday underwear. "You let these two assholes fuck you without me?”

"Like Rock said, you weren't here." I tried to keep my voice steady but my breathlessness gave me away.

I'd just been fucked into oblivion by Oscar and Rock but I was more than ready to straddle Neo and take his dick right there in the kitchen.

What a slut.

He slipped two fingers inside me and stroked the walls of my cunt. His cock was huge under my ass and I wriggled against it, seeking the completion my body craved.

"Maybe you should've waited," he said, working my pussy with his fingers.

"Maybe you should've come home sooner," I said, grinding against his fingers, another orgasm sparking to life between my thighs.

"Jesus fuck," Rock said, his gaze glued to me and Neo. "If you two don't stop I’m going to overcook the pasta and burn the sauce. Fucking store-bought pasta and sauce. My ego will never recover.”

"Can't have that," Neo said, withdrawing his fingers. "I'm starving.”

My body screamed its frustration. “Fucker."

His laughter was dark, knowing, and sexy as fuck. "That'll teach you not to party without me.”

I looked at the shopping bags piled on the floor, hunting for a distraction from the frustration of my aborted orgasm. "It looks like you partied plenty without us.”

"I'm willing to bet you had more fun than I did," he said. "But be a good girl and get the shopping bags and I'll show you what I bought.”

Fuck me. Why did he have to call me a good girl?

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