Page 133 of Deceptive Games
“Um, yes. These fuckers?—”
“Aren’t going to do shit,” I scoffed, freaking Jensen out more as I jabbed Hunter in the chest with my finger again. “Right, Hunter? You’re just gassing up and fucking off again.”
“I was hoping you’d come back to my place so we could hate-fuck a little,” he joked, tilting his head. “Not that you’d hate it. Rain check?”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you never,” I threw back, an amused smile taking over his face before he reached for the door handle and opened it for me.
“Trust me. I’ll be seeing you.”
I flipped him off and slid into the car, the door closing behind me. He gave me a wink before strolling back to his bike, and Jensen didn’t waste time as he pumped his gas as fast as possible before climbing behind the wheel and locking the doors, starting the engine.
Hunter wolf-whistled and waved, and I flipped him off again, making the fucker laugh.
Jensen didn’t speak until we were on the road, his foot on the gas a little harder than necessary.
“How long have they been bothering you?”
“They don’t bother me. They showed up at the Shed once, that’s all,” I lied, his eyes narrowing.
“You guys seemed to know each other more than that.”
“How do you figure that? He taunted me and I shoved him a little. I’m not letting Skeet step in all the time, I can handle Hunter. He’s not out to hurt me, he just wants to piss off Skeet. He knows Skeet is likely to hear about it.”
“He is because you’re going to fucking tell him.”
“Am not.”
“Don’t be a brat,” he huffed, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. “The Devils are dangerous, Rory. You need to tell Skeet. The Psychos run surveillance, you know? They’ll see it on the cameras at some point and you’ll be in the doghouse for not saying anything.”
“I’ll tell him later. Right now, the Devils are filling up and the last thing I want is Skeeter heading straight there and shooting at them,” I said sharply, putting his phone in my pocket so he couldn’t do anything sneaky.
The drive to his was silent, but he did take my hand to hold to ease the tension. I didn’t want to fight with him, but he didn’t understand how dangerous it was to call Skeeter.
I’d talk to Skeeter later about it.
No one greeted us when we arrived at his house, and Jensen smirked when he noticed me looking around the main entrance.
“I gave them the day off. I didn’t want anyone bothering us.”
“They wouldn’t come into your room anyway,” I pointed out dryly, gasping as he lifted me and slammed his mouth to mine, walking me backwards until my ass met a solid surface and I realized he’d brought me into the kitchen.
“Who said anything about the bedroom?” he asked, giving me a grin as he gently pushed me back to encourage me to lie down on the dining table. “I want to fuck you on every surface of this house.”
He stripped my pants off in seconds, pushing my shirt out of the way to trail open-mouth kisses down my chest and stomach, dragging my ass off the edge of the table before kissing my pussy. I jerked, my hand going to his hair as I groaned.
His tongue teased my clit as I squirmed, my thighs closing around his head when he pushed a finger inside and moved his tongue faster.
The noises he was making sounded like eating me out was going to make him come too.
He didn’t slow down when I came. No, the prick only pumped his finger harder and faster, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue over my clit until I was begging for him to stop, then he was shoving my legs apart and yanking me upright so he could kiss me.
I pushed his pants down his thighs and reached between us to stroke him, toying with the piercing in the tip as he attacked my mouth, and then he was dragging my ass off the table more and pushing inside me.
We both moaned into the kiss, his arm circling my lower back as his free hand grabbed my thigh to hold my leg higher. One of my arms circled his neck to keep him close, while my other hand explored his back before dropping lower to squeeze his ass.
We were both a sweaty mess in no time, and once he’d made me come again, he kicked his pants off properly and lifted me, carrying me through the house.
“I need you in my bed,” he growled against my mouth, my pussy clenching around him.
