Page 54 of Devil's Due: Sarge

“Woman,” he grumbles.

“Don’t want me taking care of you, then you should’ve left me in Florida.”

His fight is all show. Once we’re alone in the hallway, he pulls me in close to his side. “I want you taking care of me,” he admits, then he presses a kiss to the top of my head. We pause in front of the door to his room for him to fish his keys from his pocket and unlock it.

“Home sweet home,” I joke as we stare inside at that beautifully large, comfortable mattress.

“So fucking glad to be here.”

I help him over to the bed, where he plops down and sighs contentedly. After I help him out of his boots, jeans, and T-shirt, he scoots under the comforter, stretching out.

“What do you want to eat?” I ask.

“Subs sound good?” he suggests.

“Sure. I’ll go ask one of the—”

“No need. Get undressed and climb in bed. I’ll text a prospect to make the run.”

I’m not comfortable lying in bed, even under the covers, in only my underwear, but I don’t want to argue with Sarge, either. My compromise is to undress, but pull one of his T-shirts from his drawer and slip that on.

That way when the prospect delivers our food, I’m covered. I pick up one of the glasses we forgot in the room before we left for Texas and take it into the bathroom to wash it out. Then I fill it partway with water and dump a couple of his pain pills into my hand.

He’s setting his phone down on his bedside table when I walk out, walking the glass and pills over to him. “Here.” I hand them off. He looks at me like I’m Florence freaking Nightingale right before he pops them in his mouth and takes a drink.

That done, I slide into bed next to him. He turns on the television, but the music—it’s obtrusive in the room with us.

“We need a place of our own,” he totally surprises me by saying.

“We… do?”

“Parties not getting any quieter. Vlad and Nic want a quiet night, they go home. We don’t have a home to go to. I need to take care of that.”

“And just so I’m not misinterpreting your meaning, you want me moving into a home with you? So that it’s the both of ours?”

He glares at me. Hiswomanimplied. “Moved you in the room with me. Wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want your ass in my bed every night. I get a place and it’s not your place, too, then you’re not in my bed every night, are you?”

I knew what he meant, I’m not dumb, but at the same time, everything with Claire, I need to make sure it’s really what he wants, me living with him in a home. Not that I’m comparing myself to Claire. He loved her. Hestillloves her. He cares for me but feels this obligation to protect me. His asking needs to be because he likes having me around, not because he feels responsible for me.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a home. I’d like that.”

His sexy smile gets me right in the feels. “How about you show me how much you’d like it?”

“Sex is off the table for now. Those stitches could open.”

“Get that… but doesn’t take a blowjob off the table. Your mouth on my cock, not hurting my stitches.”

“The orgasm will kill.”

“Pain pills, baby. You gave ’em, I took ’em. I’ll be good.”

Well, with all he’s gone through to get me home, a blowjob seems the least I can do for the man. Without answering yes or no, I move between his legs, widening them to give me room. His boxer briefs tent. I peel them over his erection then fold them down to rest on his thighs.

Sarge’s cock really is a thing of beauty. Big and thick and twitching with excitement. I bend in to lick the head. His stomach muscles contract and he winces. “No. I can’t… you’re going to get hurt.”

“The only thing hurting is my balls unless you give them relief. I’m begging you—suck me off, baby.”

Well, he’s resorting to begging—what else am I supposed to do? Taking him in hand, I suck him into my mouth. Once I get used to the feel of him there, I begin to move, sucking in as I draw up, releasing on the downglide. The muscles in his thighs tense and he goes very quiet. I take him until he hits the back of my throat, grinding my mouth at the base. He growls in pleasure. Then slowly, I suck in again, moving up until I reach the head. There, I tongue the crease and under the lip.

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