Page 38 of Cry, Little Dove

Cool disappointment rushes through me. It seemed like she wanted to tell me something important, but at the same time, this is how I like her best.

Happy.

My disappointment matters little in comparison.

I grab the bottles from the cocktail table and open the caps. Sipping on my ginger ale, I approach Erica to give her the beer. She giggles, squirming as my free hand brushes her hair over her shoulder and I kiss her neck.

Whatever she wanted to say to me, whatever that expression meant… it’s gone with the damn wind. But she’s still here with me, in my arms, and that’s what counts.

Spending most of the concert with Erica on my shoulders left me with a boner that doesn’t wanna quit—not even in the car on the way home.

It was a great show, but I couldn’t focus on the music with her soft thighs framing my face and the scent of her perfume mixing with her fresh sweat. All I thought about was pounding into her sweet lil cunt and making her body sing with pleasure until we were both spent.

Erica cuddling up against my side since I started driving doesn’t help with my raging erection, either. I fuckin’ love having her close, but it takes an inhuman amount of restraint to not pull over and bury myself to the hilt inside her.

“Thank you for today. I had so much fun,” she says, and I hear the smile in her voice. The yellow streetlights throw shadows across her face, but she still seems lit up from the inside out.

“Told you it’d be awesome, darlin’.”

“More than that.” She straightens, and I shiver at the loss of her heat. “This was the best day of my life.”

She puts her hand on my knee and my brows rise as her dainty fingers trail over my thigh. I shudder when she palms my throbbing cock through my jeans, goosebumps crawling up my back. It’s a relief to finally have her touch me, but a queasy knot tightens my stomach.

The woman I love wants to give me a handjob in the car, and I don’t feel like it? Am I sick?

“Don’t,” I say, the pulse drumming in my ears rising above the droning whirr of tires on asphalt.

She pouts. “Why not?”

“You never initiate sex. This is the first time.” I grab her wrist, holding firm, but not hard enough to hurt her. “I don’t want this to happen because you think you owe me for tonight.”

“Fuck no!” She shakes her head, offence plain in her tone. “That’s not why I’m doing it!”

“Then why?” I shoot back and immediately want to slap myself.

God, what do I expect her to say? My question is an open invitation to get my fuckin’ feelings hurt.

“Because this wasn’t just the best day of my life, Cain, but also the best date I’ve ever been on, and it put me in the mood. Plain and simple.”

My eyes go wide.

“It’s not about the ridiculous amount of money you probably spent on the meet-and-greet and the tickets. It’s because you paid attention to the things that are important to me, and you went through all this effort to make me happy. You protected me from that scumbag, too. But I admit thereisone other reason…” She giggles, flicking the brim of my hat. “Because you’re hot as fuck with that hat and the tie. Guess I have a thing for cowboys who aren’t really cowboys.”

I blush so fiercely, my whole head should burst into flames. Idiotic stammering leaves my lips and I let go of her arm.

“Ha, I finally did it! I made you speechless, curly! It’s only fair because you do it to me all the time.” She grins and turns her body toward me, one leg tucked underneath her ass. “And now, I suggest you focus on the road while I suck your thick cock as deep as I can take it, Dr. Morrow.”

I almost burst out of my jeans. Goddamn, I know she’s a freak, but until now, she’s been pretty silent about her kinky side unless I press her about it.

“I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth on you,” I rasp.

“I’ll show you what else I can do with it.” She switches on the cabin light, letting me see the flush on her cheeks and the seductive shimmer in her eyes in all its glory. “Let’s keep the light on. I want you to see my face while you fuck my throat.”

“Damn, I could get used to you talking like that, little dove.” I put one palm against the side of her head. “So long as you know your place.”

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten, sir,” she purrs. “I only want to make my master come like a good girl should.”

She hasn’t even touched me yet, but I can’t stop myself from moaning. I have created a monster, a deviant slut to match my twisted urges.

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