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“Thank you for taking care of my tire. You didn’t need to do that. I tried to pay Hank, but he said it was taken care of so if you just let me know I can pay you for it.”
“You’re welcome,” he grumbles under his breath.
Going for broke I say, “Do you wanna talk about what happened—”
“No.” The word is icy and honestly surprising. I thought he would want to talk about it—closure and all that. But apparently that’s not an option tonight. Probably better to not completely kill the mood.
Otto wasn’t normally unreasonable, at least he hadn’t been back then, but looking at the man in the seat next to me, I’m not so sure.
My body says he’s everything I remember and more, but my heart still aches for the broken promises and dreams whispered in the wind that sunny spring day.
The truck comes to a stop outside my house, and I’m startled from the memory and also surprised he brought us here.
“No one’s home?”
Shaking my head, I try as casually as I can to wipe my hands on my romper. I’m nervous and excited and completely out of my mind with need for him.
“Am I droppin’ you off or comin’ inside?”
For the love of Joe’s barbeque mac and cheese, please come inside.
“Come inside.”
Before I lose my nerve, I hop out and pull my keys from my bag. My hand is shaking as I try to fit the key into the lock.
Otto’s breath on my neck isn’t helping, and neither is his rock-hard body pressed against my back.
I gasp at his closeness as he closes his hand over mine and puts his mouth to my ear. “If you want to keep this thing you’re wearin’ in one piece, you best take it off as soon as we get inside. Are we clear?”
“Yes.” The word is a pant of lust and need andso much yes.
Pushing open the door, I toss my bag on the counter as Otto stalks over to me.
There’s zero preamble as I back up toward my room, and he follows with a look that’s absolutely molten.
My bed is only a few feet away when I manage to successfully unzip and discard the romper on the small chair in the corner. Otto’s gaze rakes over me in my simple black bra and panties, and I shiver.
I’d forgotten how this felt—thisneedto be completely owned by another person in a way that meant you’d never be the same after having them.
“It’s a shame,”—Otto’s thumb drags over my bottom lip—“I never got to feel this pretty mouth wrapped around me.”
His normally lazy southern drawl is laced with so much gravel I squeeze my legs together to keep from sucking his thumb into my mouth. I don’t know what the rules are here, but he’sdefinitelyrunning the show.
“Do you want me to now?”
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“No.” I force the word out as I rip my shirt over my head and kick off my boots. Fallon takes a step back, her pouty lips still parted, and I growl involuntarily. The fantasy of her on her knees in front of me with that long strawberry blonde hair wrapped around my fist as I fuck her mouth is burned into my brain.
Her bra and panties shouldn’t be sexy but they are. They’re simple cotton that says she feels comfortable in them but wasn’t looking to take anyone home—so much for that, apparently.
The thought gives me a primal satisfaction that she didn’t set out to pick up some random guy. I’m being crazy, but I can’t help it, not when it’s Fallon.
My cock hardens as I take in her flawless, pale skin and appreciate the way her body has changed since becoming a mom. I flick on the light, and her hands immediately cross her stomach, and she does this weird turn thing as if that’s all it takes to hide from me.
“What are you doing?” I just stare at her and blink.
