Page 69 of The Bad Boy Rule

Reaching down, I drag my thumb along the front of the wet fabric at her seam, causing her breath to hitch as I gather some cum on the pad of my finger and slowly bring it to her lips. She doesn’t even hesitate as her lips part, and I slide it into her mouth.

“Look at the mess you made, Golden Girl,” I rasp, feeling her swirl her tongue around the pad of my thumb, tasting my cum. “Bet you never thought being bad would taste so good, did you?”

THIRTY-THREE

SAINT

“I’m here, old man,” I call out as I throw my leg over my bike and start to roll it into the garage bay at Tommy’s. My third shift this week, and it’s only Wednesday, and fuck, I’m tired but one step closer to getting the rent money.

As much as I don’t mind being here with him, I’m ready for a single night off so I can sleep all fucking night instead of the four hours max I’ve been getting.

I’ve got my bike halfway into the garage when I hear a soft giggle, a sound that has me stopping short. What the hell?

I turn to the source and see none other than the girl I’ve been thinking about over and over again for the last twenty-four hours.

What the fuck?

“Golden Girl?”

The sound of my voice startles her, and she jumps, nearly dropping the lug wrench in her hand that is as big as her fucking arm. Her long hair falls in deep waves around her waist, shining beneath the fluorescent light of the garage, and because I’m losing my goddamn mind, the first thought I have is how soft itwas when I slid my fingers through it when she came on my dick and then swallowed my cum.

Yeah, I’m fucking sick.

All I’ve been thinking about is Lennon and her magical pussy, which has taken over my every waking thought.

There are streaks of grease on her cheek, chest, and hands, and it’s a stark contrast compared to the pink, girly shirt and cutoff, blue jean shorts she’s wearing.

“Saint?” she murmurs. “W-what are you doing here?”

I arch a brow. “Working?”

“You workhere?” Disbelief laces each syllable.

Yeah, I’m just as surprised as you are.

My gaze moves to Tommy, who’s grinning like a fool beside her, his thick, bushy brows waggling as he leans against a sleek black Range Rover.

“Appears so.”

Her cheeks tinge pink, and she nods. “Oh, right. Uh, well… I had a flat tire, and the tow truck brought me here. Tommy’s the only one who had my tire in stock this late in the afternoon. He’s so kind to have stayed this late to help me.” She looks beside her and gives him a dazzling smile that even I somehow feel the effects from all the way over here.

“Aw, darlin’, it’s nothing. I didn’t have anything better to do anyway.” He responds in the softest tone I think I’ve ever heard him use in all of the years that I’ve known him.

Lennon’s smile widens. “It means so much to me.” Her gaze finds mine again, and I nod, then push my bike the rest of the way into the bay and kick the stand down.

“Been teaching her how to change a tire,” Tommy says when I walk over to them, my jumpsuit in my hands. “I told her every young lady needs to know how to change a tire.”

A deep laugh almost bursts out of me at the thought of Golden Girl changing a fucking tire in her frilly little skating skirt.

Now, that’s a sight I’d pay to see.

I turn to her, noting the proud expression and triumphant smile pulling her rosy lips. “You’regoing to change a tire?”

“You say it like Ican’tchange one. Tommy just taught me how.” Her brow arches.

“Might break a nail.”

She cuts her eyes at me, and I smirk, offering her a shrug. I’m mostly teasing, but I’m not far off. I can’t see the pretty little princess getting a speck of dirt on her, but then the last thing I ever expected was to walk into Tommy’s and find her standing here, grease smeared all over her.

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