Then, she sat up and motioned for me to lay down before she wrapped her plump lips around my dick.
“Oh, God,” I grunted.
She slowly swallowed until she gagged around my length, and fucking hell, the feeling shot me into the sky.
“Dammit, Luna, you’re perfect.”
She whimpered around my dick, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“That’s it. Suck that cock. Hollow out those beautiful cheeks, Luna.”
Her hand wrapped around my base, and she quickly bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled around my tip, lapping up my precum as I fucked her face. I grasped her hair and guided her motions, propping myself up on my free arm just so I could watch her work.
And when she finally took me all the way in, I cupped the back of her head.
“I’m coming. Luna. Goddammit, you’re incredible. Don’t stop. Just like that. Oh—fuck—”
My back fell to the pavement as my balls finally unleashed. For the second time that night, I filled Luna’s body with my arousal as it shot in thick strings from my cock. My thighs contracted and released. My balls pulled so deeply into my body that I thought they might never return again. And as she cleaned me up with her tongue, I found myself gazing up at the crescent moon, hoping—and praying—that things worked out in our favor.
“Luna, I just…”
She crawled up my body and silenced me with another kiss. But, I wouldn’t fall for it this time.
I spoke in between her kisses. “Luna. Please. We have t—mm.”
She giggled. “All you have to do is lie there, okay?”
I shook my head. “No, no. Luna. We really need to ta—”
I felt her palming my cock. “You ready for round three?”
I pushed myself up. “Luna. Stop.”
She shook her head. “I can’t, Bart.”
I blinked. “You can’t what?”
She sighed. “I can’t do this. I can’t have this conversation with you right now.”
I reached out for her. “Come lie next to me. We can stargaze before we—”
She stood to her feet. “Not tonight. I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.”
“What?”
She sniffled. “I’m sorry, Bart. I’m just not that strong.”
And as I watched her rush back into the guesthouse, I felt like we had taken four steps back instead of one step forward, causing me to wonder if she and I would ever be on the same page.
16
Luna
I looked over at Bart in the passenger’s seat. “You got everything you need?”
He scooped his carry-on bag up from the floorboard of my rickety car. “Yep, I got everything. Plus, I’ve still got my place back in Houston, so all of my clothes and things are already there anyway.”
“Right. Well, call me when you land. That way, I’ll know you’re safe, and I should have some updates for you by that time.”
He grinned. “You know it’s Sunday, right?”
I shrugged. “You’re flying to Houston to get ready for a busy work week, so I’m going to do a bit of overtime and make sure things on your end go smoothly with the meeting in the morning.”
“Last chance to come with me. I can book another ticket.”
I snickered. “Get out of here. You’ll miss your flight.”
I waved Bart off at the airport as he slipped out of my car. Then, I raced back to the guesthouse to get to work. I had a plethora of phone calls to place and answers I needed to questions Bart kept asking himself. He needed as much information as he could get going into these meetings this week, and the more prepared he was, the better chance he stood at getting what he wanted.
Which meant I might get what I wanted out of all this.
“Hello, my name is Luna Faircloth, and I’m calling on behalf of Bart Remington. Yes, I want to know how much the property is upfront and how much wiggle room there is to negotiate.
“The place has to be heavily ren—“
“Well, your client should have kept up the property. That’s not my problem.”
I listened as the agent prattled, and I got a little riled up myself.
“No, that’s not what I’m asking. What I’m asking is for the exact dollar amount we would need t—yes. I know it’s an estimate. But, get that estimate as close as you can get. That’s what I’m asking for.”
The agent pounded on the keyboard on the other end loudly enough for me to practically count the keystrokes before giving me an answer.
“Yes! Yes, that’s exactly it. Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
I soared down the list of phone calls I needed to place and jotted down answers to things in my notebook. I reached for my third lukewarm mug of coffee and threw the rest of it back, rejuvenating myself to try to get through the last hour of my workday. But, when I looked at the clock on my laptop, I paused.
Bart should’ve called by now.
I picked up my phone, and I didn’t see any missed calls, which made me worry. His flight should’ve landed three hours ago. I took a break to check my voice messages, just in case he had called and my phone had hiccuped or something like that. But, I didn’t have any voice messages, either.
I went to dial Bart’s phone number, but my phone started ringing before I could. I drew in a deep breath and braced myself, hoping and praying it was him on the other end of the line. However, when I picked up the phone, I found myself talking to a contractor from the bank instead of Bart.
And the contractor wasn’t happy.
“This is Luna Faircloth.”
“Uh, yeah. Hello. This is Dave Hanbraum. I’m the team leader for the job at the bank.”
I leaned against the couch. “Yes, Mr. Hanbraum. What can I do for you?”
“I was told to get in touch with you if I needed to get a message through to Bart Remington?”
You and me both. “I can definitely pass a message on. What’s your message?”
“Can you let him know that there was a pipe behind the southern-most wall that has been steadily leaking, so we’re going to have to remove the rotted wood and re-insulate? The job is gonna tack on another grand or two, but it has to be done.”
I held back a groan. “I will definitely let Bart know.”
“So, should I proceed?”
Shit, is this my call? “It doesn’t sound like we have a choice, Mr. Hanbraum. Go ahead and proceed, and I’ll let Mr. Remington know. And thank you for calling.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll let my team know. Thanks.”
“And thank you for the call.”
Just as I hung up the phone, a soft knock came at the guesthouse door. I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and pushed myself up, not really in the mood for entertaining company. But, I figured if it was Willow needing help with the kids, then the least I could do was help since they were letting me stay here, rent-free until my apartment was no longer a crime scene.
However, when I opened the door, I didn’t find myself staring at Willow.
“Will?” I asked. I looked around to see if Sadie was standing there. But, he’d come alone.
“Is everything all right?” I asked.