Page 74 of Pretty Wild

And I’m sure it won’t be long before more babies are added to the group.

Like a locomotive, we all file out of the driveway and head to Gabe’s place. It doesn’t take too long, and before I know it, we’re all pulling into the lane leading up to Gabe and Blair’s house. The front porch light is on and there’s a slew of woman standing outside, waiting.

Blair takes off toward the garage, where Gabe pulls his truck inside, and the rest of the ladies all fan out to their rides.

“Night, Blair!” Hallie hollers, her arm thrown over Ryan’s shoulder as she leads her my way. “Night, everyone!”

Ryan smiles as she approaches. “Hi.”

“Marcus, you got our girl here?”

“I got her, Hallie.”

“You better. Take care of her. You know,take careof her,” Hallie says before bursting into fits of giggles.

“Come on, love. Let’s get our little one home,” Logan says, taking Hallie’s hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.

“Once she’s to bed, then we’re gonna get all sexy, Logan. Naked sexy stuff.”

I can’t help but smile. Yeah, they definitely enjoyed their margaritas.

“Ready?” I ask, opening the passenger door for Ryan.

Her eyes are glazed over, a sign of her intoxication. She looks very relaxed right now, and I take that as a good sign she enjoyed herself.

Ryan leans in and presses her chest to mine. I feel her fingers wrap around my hip, her nails digging into my T-shirt. Leaning in, she whispers those four little words I didn’t even know I needed to hear.

“Take me home, Marcus.”

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RYAN

Man, he looks gorgeous tonight. Maybe it’s the tequila coursing through my blood or the fact I know exactly what he looks like naked. Probably both.

As he slips inside the truck cab and starts to back out of the driveway, there’s this extra layer of tension surrounding him. He looks grumpy, and to be honest, since he started having orgasms regularly, he hasn’t been all that grumpy lately. See what good O’s do to a person? It turns even the grumpiest grump into a more relaxed, less grumpy grump.

It’s like weed.

But better.

I giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

I release my seat belt and slide to the center of the truck. My hand cups his crotch, and instantly, he starts to harden. Ignoring his question, I ask, “You ever had a blow job while driving down the road?”

His eyes widen as he takes them off the road for a brief few seconds and looks over at me. “Uhh, no.”

“We should,” I insist, releasing his belt buckle so I can get to the button and zipper.

“Ryan,” he states, a mixture of hesitation and anticipation in that one word.

“Don’t be a grumpy grump, Mr. Grumpston.”

“What?” he asks with a gravelly chuckle.

“You’re always so grumpy. Well, you were until you started getting O’s. Orgasms and tequila are the bestest, aren’t they?” I ask, digging his hard cock out of the opening of his jeans and giving him one long stroke.

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