Page 59 of Crushing Clover

“Sometimes, I think he forgets that you’re not really her. I thought it was fun for about twelve hours, but it’s not healthy for us, and it’s not fair to you.” He grimaced and zipped his jeans. “I’m going to have to be careful about taking you to kink shops. I put that posture collar on you, and it nearly sent me over the edge, right there in front of Denny.”

I wiggled my feet, shy about how his praise made me feel. “How much of today is a secret from Saint?”

He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know. Most of it? Well, he knew we were going shopping for kink gear, and he’ll probably notice all the sand, even though he won’t like that I took you to the beach.” He shrugged. “Let’s settle for not telling him about the orgasm.”

“Either one?” I couldn’t help but tease.

“Yeah, he doesn’t need to know about mine either.”

I leaned back against the seat, and he buckled me into my seatbelt, then did the same for himself.

“Yes, sir,” I said dreamily.

“You’re going to have to shake off your afterglow or he’s going to know what happened as soon as he sees you.”

“I’ll try, but I’m not great at acting.”

He grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him again. I was expecting a kiss, but instead he put his fingers between my lips and forced my teeth apart, then stuffed the napkins he’d cleaned up with into my mouth.

Ew.

His cum didn’t taste horrible, but the fact that it was cold made me try to spit it out. He was ready, and pushed the wad back in. It was already wet and was quickly becoming more sodden.

“Be a good girl and keep that in your mouth until we get home.”

The look of pure malice I gave him only made him grin. Why were men the absolute worst?

I was about to yank it out anyway, not caring in the moment whether he thought I was a good girl or not.

“Keep that in your mouth the entire way home and maybe you’ll get another orgasm tomorrow.”

Evil prick.

His self-satisfied expression told me he’d already guessed my decision. He didn’t bother keeping an eye on me as he got us back on the road toward the house.

If I was lucky, we’d get in a fender bender, and I would choke.

Needing to explain my death to the police would serve him right.

Chapter 13

“Where are you going?” I asked, worried, as I caught Lucky by the front door.

He shoved his wallet in his back pocket and twirled his keyring around his finger. “I’m going to visit my parents. Don’t worry. Rush will be here to keep you company.”

I looked at Rush, who rose from the couch and shook his head. “I have to run some errands, so I’m right behind you.” He grabbed his wallet and keys out of the bowl, too.

“We can’t leave her alone with Saint. That’s cruel. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Rush laughed along with him. Comedians—the pair of them.

“She’ll be fine.”

“That’s what you think,” I grumbled, even more glad that Saint’s decree that I had to be naked in the house had been retracted after about two hours of uninterrupted ogling and a couple of stubbed toes. Apparently, I’d been too much of a distraction.

They ignored me as they good-naturedly debated about whose slides were whose. It didn’t help that both pairs were plain black and the same size.

“You sure you don’t want to trade places? I’ll go for lunch with Willa and Shawn, and you can run my errands,” Rush offered.

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