Page 94 of Wilde's End
“Truck. Now.”
I assume he’s had enough of me, but halfway back to Old End, Wilde stops suddenly. Trees hug us on both sides, and there’s no one else in sight, so I’m only partially surprised when he reaches for his fly and tugs down the zipper. His hardened cock springs out.
“Suck it.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
Something about being in each other’s presence all day to the quiet moment in the bar has me needy for it, and I suck his cock like I’ve never sucked one before. I’m careful of his leg, but otherwise, there’s nothing holding me back from giving in to the way I want to taste him more than I want anything.
It doesn’t take long, and when Wilde floods my mouth with his cum, I swallow every last thing he gives me.
He sighs, sitting back in the chair with his eyes closed as I sit up and wipe my mouth.
“That was unexpected.”
There’s a scratch in his voice when he speaks. “Was it?” His eyes flick open and catch mine, a spark of light in the muted green cab. He’s right. Whenever we’re together, I can’t deny that sex is high on my list of wants, and today is no different. Actually, today probably only made it worse.
Most of the time when I get to know someone, I resent how much I want them. How I crave that high that’s always followed by a crash brought on by how disappointed I am in myself.
But here, with his taste fresh on my tongue, I wait for disappointment that doesn’t come.
“Want a turn?” he asks, nodding to my dick.
“Nah, I’m good.” I’m not good. I very, very much want a turn, but I also don’t want him to have the pain that will come with him giving me head. That bite looked nasty, and there’s no way he’ll deep-throat me without reinjuring himself. I know better than to give him the real reason though.
“Suit yourself.” He turns the car back on, and it’s frustratingly short minutes before we’re back in Old End.
I climb out without saying goodbye, and Wilde doesn’t bother either. Before I can ask when I’ll see him again, he takes off, and I watch the truck disappear down the dirt road.
“How was it?” Kennedy calls from a doorway as soon as Wilde is gone.
How was it?
At first, my brain leaps to the blow job, but then I remember everything else from today. All those indecipherable feelings come racing back, and I don’t know where to start. Do I tell him about the people? The Cutty? That I just blew Wilde in his truck after a moment of actual conversation between us?
Fuck me, I’m really settling for scraps, aren’t I?
Even acknowledging that, a smile forces its way onto my face and doesn’t give up until I feel like I’m shooting rainbows out of my eyes.
“It was interesting” is all I say before I clap him on the back and get to work. It’s the best mood I’ve been in since I got here.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
WILDE
The blow job should have been enough to get me through, but here I am, being pulled toward Old End against all my wishes with one destination in mind.
Hudson.
I can’t pinpoint exactly where this pull is coming from either. Is it the sex? Or those teasing lips I can’t scratch from my mind? The way his eyelashes flutter as he comes? How he looks me over like he’s waiting or hoping for something that only I can give him?
I groan and rub a hand over my face, wishing I could walk away, but the pull toward Hudson grows deeper by the day. Even the pain in my leg isn’t enough to deter me when I reach the old house and jump up to grip the window. It’s not as easy as it usually is, and I tell myself that I’m only climbing up here for sex, but there’s something in the back of my head telling me that’s a lie.
Even the reminders that he’s here to ruin my life don’t hit the same way.
I step out from behind the sheet to find Hudson blinking awake, cute frown weighing down his eyebrows.
