Page 41 of Forever Endeavor

CHAPTER 13

Billie

Sonny got home from work as Billie slid dinner into the oven. “Hey, what’s this? You’re cooking for us tonight?”

“Cal’s out this evening so he left me in charge of the galley. You’ll note that I’m making chicken, not fish.” She set the timer on the stove front as Sonny came up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and hugging her tight. She immediately melted against him, inhaling the hot male scent with the strong motor oil overtones that got her engine revving.

“That means we’ve got the place all to ourselves.” His voice went deep and husky as he planted a row of soft, wet kisses from her neck to her ear.

She giggled. “Why yes, I suppose it does.”

“Is it too late to change what’s on the menu? Because I’d rather have you instead.”

Ooh, he was so bad.“Why don’t we talk about that after your shower?”

“I have a much better idea,” he said, reaching past her to shut the oven off.

Billie turned around. “But what about dinner?”

“Why wait for chicken when you can get some cock right now, baby?”

She pulled him down to her mouth and kissed that dirty-dog grin right off his unshaven face. He tugged the bottom of her shirt up, breaking their passionate kiss long enough to get the damn thing over her head before they resumed devouring one another. His t-shirt hit the floor next. She indulged in the delectable feel of his skin pressed to hers, marveling at the contrast of his coarse hair and her smooth curves, his firm muscling to her pliant flesh. So fucking hot. He pressed hard against her, causing her hips to grind in needy response.

“Start the shower and I’ll be right up,” she huffed breathlessly, gripping the edge of the countertop. “First, I’ve got to put away all this dinner we won’t be eating.”

He opened the fridge to retrieve a beer and then returned to her. He tugged down one of her bra cups until a nipple popped free. She gasped as he swirled the icy can around her protruding peak, instantly stiffening into an armor-piercing bullet. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Sonny

He stood under the spray of water and lathered up in the rising clouds of steam. As excited as he was, in every sense, about Billie joining him in the shower, he was just as stoked to see her reaction to the surprise he had in store later that evening. Having the house all to themselves was an unexpected bonus, ensuring enough time for Gurdeep to— wait a minute. Where were his priorities? He was about to get hot, soapy, sure-thing sex and yet, wanting to see Billie happy had claimed more mental real estate than picturing her naked, slippery, and moaning his name. Time to change the channel. Back to getting down and dirty.

The curtain pulled back and she stepped into the tub behind him, immediately grabbing and squeezing his ass. “You got room for one more?”

He chuckled. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Pressing her bare breasts into his back, she reached around and cuffed his semi in her hand. “You better not have started without me,” she moaned, sliding her fingers along its thickening length.

His head spun, watching her fluttering hand in motion. “God, baby, that feels good.”

“Yeah? Wait ‘til you find out what my mouth can do for you.”

He turned around to see his fantasy in the flesh. She bit her lip to hide her wicked smile, but it didn’t disguise the lust in her eyes. Water pelted his shoulders as he kissed her hard, tongue sinking deep between her lips to taste her, hands gliding over her wet skin. She responded to his every caress, the light and gentle, the firm and insistent. They kissed until they were breathless, his cock eagerly poking at her belly.

She tormented him with a few quick strokes. “Excuse me, but I think someone needs my attention,” she said, sinking to her knees in the tub.

“Oh fuck, Billie,” he groaned in anticipation. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, then willed them apart and open. He wanted to watch. She licked him all over before sucking him in like a fucking Hoover. Holy shit, her mouth was a miracle. He wanted to tell her, but he’d lost the ability to speak. All he could do was stare down at that gorgeous head of red hair bobbing in front of him and enjoy the fuck out of it. Her glorious lips stroking in cadence with the friction of her hand, she masterfully delivered that hummer like it was the kiss of life. He rested his hand on her head and managed a primitive, guttural sound that came out between a grunt and a growl. “Baby, I want you. Stop before you make me come.”

She pulled her lips away and he immediately regretted his hasty decision. “No, I want this,” she said, taking him back into that wet, hot paradise and narrowing his world down to the tight seal of her lips and the swirl of her tongue. He wasn’t about to argue, not while on the receiving end of the greatest blow job of all time. She instinctively sensed that he was close and slowed her rhythm, easing back her touch just enough to cause every nerve in his body to short circuit with the sudden power surge. Heart pounding, mind reeling, fiery muscles taut and tense, he finally let go with an earth-rattling shudder that nearly buckled his knees.

She climbed him like a tree, hands sliding down the length of his back to grope his ass. “Good?” she asked, wearing a satisfied grin like the cat that just swallowed.

“Oh fuck, yeah.” He stayed braced against the tiles, regaining his balance and his breath.

“Good. And just so you know, there’s plenty more where that came from.” She reached for the shampoo then proceeded to wash her hair. Sonny gently pulled her hands away and took over, massaging her scalp into a foamy halo of suds. She kissed him lightly, her tongue swiping at his lips as he worked the lather with his fingers. He cupped the falling water and smoothed it over her hair to wash the shampoo away.

Taking the bottle in her hand, she squeezed another dollop into her palm and rubbed her hands together. She then covered her breasts in the slippery film, the sudsy rivulets running down and between the glorious slopes. “Now it’s my turn, loverboy.”

She turned away and faced the wall, popping out her sweet ass. His hands smoothed over each round cheek before landing a firm, wet smack on one. “Who’s your Daddy, baby?”

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