Page 55 of Out on a Limb
He must already know we were here.
He’d called my granddad and they were going to take us down together.
But Andrew hadn’t done anything wrong. Not technically.
I was the one who went into the office. Took the papers.
And then there were the chickens.
I couldn’t let Andrew take the fall. Even half of it.
I tried to get up, ready to go toe to toe with my granddad and Alan.
Take the full blame for everything.
But Andrew’s weight held me firmly in place.
“Let me up.” I struggled to get some leverage.
“Not happening.” One of his hands clamped down on the back of my neck, holding me pinned in place against the seat.
And I was a little ashamed of how easily my mind hopped, skipped, and jumped its way into much sexier waters.
I was supposed to be worried about facing down the two men who were the actual villains in this story.
Instead, I was wondering what else Andrew might want to pin me down on.
Maybe I was more like my granddad than I wanted to admit.
Unfortunately, it turned out my granddad wasn’t the only one I shared an accelerated libido with.
“You ready to fuck this big cock?”
Those words in Alan’s voice were the verbal equivalent of ice water, dousing my steamy thoughts and clearing plenty of room for the bile trying to work its way up my throat.
“You know the rules.” The woman’s voice was smooth and velvety. “Money first.”
Alan scoffed. “I thought eventually we’d get past that.”
Alan thought a woman would fuck him for free?
He was as stupid as he looked.
“There.” He sounded put out. “Now are you ready to put that pussy on my thick dick?”
I had to cover my mouth. Maybe to catch the gasp.
Maybe to catch the throw up.
It could go either way at this point.
I dug my fingers into my cheek as sounds I’ve never heard in nature came through the windows Andrew cracked.
I was managing to keep it together until Alan hollered ‘stick your finger in my ass’ loud enough the chickens were probably innocenced.
I couldn’t stop the retch brought on by the visual of that poor woman knuckle deep in Alan’s boohole.
Andrew’s hand slid across to cover mine, adding another layer of protection I definitely needed to get through the next thirty seconds.
