Page 29 of ILY
“Figures. He’s underground right now.”
“Where?”
“Oh, several places. A whole network of tunnels. That shady little fucker.” I walk down the porch stairs and grab a shovel. “You still feeling dizzy?”
He shakes his head. “I’m fine. Just don’t hit me with a shovel or anything.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
We get the plants in the dirt in record time, and when we’re done, we lounge on the porch, eyeing the dreaded apple orchards in the distance.
“What are you going to do with the apples since you’re allergic?”
“Burn all the trees down?” I say and then laugh, sipping on some water. I’m still feeling a little tipsy from the pickle juice whiskey, but I think I’ve sweated most of it out. Thorne looks actually concerned. “I’m not serious. My aunt has a company come and harvest them. I know the owner who runs it. It’s the one thing she had still working before she went. Everything else is kind of crumbling around me. Literally.”
Thorne glances around, taking in the overflowing boxes sitting on the porch.
“Need to get a cleaning crew in here to go through stuff and throw it away.” I scrub a hand down my face. “Seems like a lot of work though.”
Thorne shrugs. “I could help.”
I eye him. “Why the hell would you want to do that? You want another hand job or something? Because I would totally do that for free.”
Thorne blushes and shakes his head. “Just thought it would be nice.”
My eyebrows meet, and I watch him intently. He shifts in his seat. “No one isthatnice.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth. “I mean, I am.”
“You sell TNT online. You’re on the dark web. You can’t be nice and do that.”
He shrugs and turns his face forward. “Alright, don’t accept my offer.”
I purse my lips and think on it. Am I really that fucked in the head that I can’t accept someone being nice to me? Do I really think there is some kind of ulterior motive?
I break the long silence with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll accept the niceness, so long as you’re not a serial killer, but I will return the favor with a blowjob. Several, in fact. Nice long ones where I choke on your dick.”
Thorne turns to look at me, his cheeks now a dark crimson. He gives me a slow up and down, almost like he’s suspicious for a second, and then his mouth softens. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Yeah, I do. To make it fair. I wouldn’t feel right without offering it.”
“Fine, then I accept. Blowjobs for help clearing all this out.”
He says it quickly, his eyes never leaving mine, and I feel my cock stiffen between my legs. His dick is huge. I remember every detail about it, the way it felt, the weight of it in my hand.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want that stuffed all the way in my mouth and down my throat.
“Well, then. I guess I should offer one up for all your help today.”
He sets his water down and eyes me. “You drunk?”
“Pfft. No. Although I do have to say my blowjobs are epic with pickle juice in me.”
He lets out a small laugh as my gaze tracks down his chest to the bulge in his pants. “Alright, then I guess I’ll await my payment.”
“Fuck that.” I fall between his legs and drag my palm up his stiff cock. He lets out a long breath, and the sound of his being affected by me makes my own cock twitch.
“You’re really good at this.”
