Page 72 of Bourbon and Lies

“Fuck,” he exhales with a laugh.

I pull down the waistband past his cock, so hard for me that it practically springs free. Eager and ready. “So big, cowboy,” I say in a playful voice. But the truth is, I hadn’t yet appreciated the size of him and how mouth-watering he truly is. Leaning in, I give him a little lick, like I’m testing out the flavor of a lollipop.

He groans as I wrap my hand around the base of him, but before I go for another pass with my tongue, I look up from under my lashes. “Tell me something?”

With his head tilted back and lips parted, he says, “Yes. Go. Sure. I’ll tell you anything you want right now.” A breath rushes out of him when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, making him shiver.

“Who knew a cop would be so easy to get information out of?” I smile as I swirl my tongue, and his eyes meet mine.

“Honey, I’m not a cop anymore,” he grits out on a moan. “And I’ll tell you anything you want, but you do realize this would be coercion if I still was?”

When I run my tongue along the tip, I’m gifted with a taste of his excitement leaking along the slit.

“How long have you been fantasizing about this? My mouth on your cock.” I take him all the way to the back of my throat.

He pushes air through his clenched teeth. “First fucking moment I laid eyes on you.”

I pump him twice with my fist, and then focus on teasing him, dragging my tongue just along the rim.

“Fuck, fine. When I saw you again at the distillery, in the cooperage. Those red lips of yours...Dammit, I wanted to smear that red lipstick, fuck your mouth, and finish on those pretty tits.”

I go back down again this time, flattening my tongue on the underside of his swollen cock. Then I wrap my lips and suck, hollowing out my cheeks and creating a punishing pace to get him there. The moan it pulls out of him makes me feel like a goddess rewarding her believer. Puckering my lips tighter, I let my tongue play as I move up and down, chasing my fist as it grips the base of him. I pull off him with a pop, needing to know what he was fantasizing about when I dropped off those band-aids. “When I heard you, in your kitchen?” He opens his eyes, so vulnerable, but ready for me to keep going.

“I thought about fucking your tits and your mouth.” His head tilts back as I take him in my mouth again. “I wanted to knowhow good you’d make me feel. How pretty you’d look on your knees for me.” As he hums another moan, I take him deeper while stroking him faster. “Fuck! Just like that.” His breathing picks up, and the erratic wet sounds of my mouth on him, along with the curt noises that push out of his lips, have me so turned on, my thighs clench for friction.

“This perfect fucking mouth,” he says as his whole body tenses, his fingers woven into my hair. “You’re going to make me come.”

I look up at him, saliva dripping down my chin, and he sees that I have no plans to ease off. I’m going to drink down whatever he gives me. The moment that registers, he says, “You want me to come on your tongue?”

I nod just enough to tell him he has my permission. Then I pick up the pace, taking his cock as far back as I can without gagging. His hips stutter while his hand grips my hair tighter, exhaling a shaky breath. “Drink up, honey.” And he comes down my throat, chasing it with a guttural moan that might just be my new favorite sound.

The timer for the oven beeps just as I swallow, and I slide my mouth off his length. It sends visible chills rolling through his body. Wiping the corner of my mouth, I stand to turn off the timer.

He leans back like the counter is the only thing holding him up. “Thatwas just for coffee?” Sinking his fingers into my hair, he frames my face.

“Nobody has taken the time to even consider how I take my coffee, never mind finding out what I like and then going out of their way to get it. And if I wasn’t helping Hadley for Ace’s birthday, you would have been my date to the party.”

He finds his footing, tucks himself back in, and wraps his hand around my arm, pulling me into him, closing the distance. He doesn’t use words, only actions as a response. The way thisman kisses with his whole body, it steals the breath right out of me.

Chapter 31

Grant

“Here, let me see that.”I hold out my hand and wait for her to give me the red nail polish she’s been balancing between two fingers.

Lifting her head to look at me, she blows a piece of hair out of her face. “Why? Are you going to do this for me?”

“Yes.”

Her eyebrows raise in surprise, along with a little smirk.

I wave my fingers forward. “Give it to me.”

She laughs, keeping her fingers splayed to dry the coats she just painted. Julep trots back with her rope toy in her mouth and onto the blanket we’ve set out in the field next to where we swam with Lincoln and the girls. I give it a good toss and watch her run like hell after it, and then pull Laney’s foot into my lap. “Let me have one of those,” I say, nodding at the bag of chocolate-covered gummy bears she stashed in our cooler bag.

“When was the last time you painted someone’s toes?”

I concentrate on the brush and swipe it slowly along her big toe.

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