I’m starving. For both orgasms and donuts. Either way, I win.
“Stop talking and use your tongue for something better. If you think—fuck!”
He nips at my clit, making my back come up off the bed. His palm covers my breast, pressing me down as his mouth assaults my pussy.
He’s right.
This feels amazing.
I clutch onto his head, spreading my thighs to give him more access. He growls against me—hot and ravenous. His lips and tongue are all over me, exploring and teasing and tasting. It’s the single most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. He pushes his tongue inside of me. It’s strange and slick and foreign, but I like it. I want more. His fingers and his dick.
“Mine,” he rumbles against my pussy. “This is mine.”
“Yes.” Sure as heck doesn’t feel like it belongs to me anymore. Every nerve ending in my pussy seems to obey his every stroke of his tongue. “Oh God.”
“Almost there, baby. I want your cream all over my tongue.” He starts fucking me with his tongue again as his thumb pleasures my clit.
It’s too much.
Not enough.
My orgasm slices through me in an earth-shattering way. I lose all sense of reality, swept up in the overwhelming sensations running through me. When I finally relax, he crawls over me until our mouths meet.
He tastes different now.
Like me.
His dick is hard and straining through his boxers. I know he said we wouldn’t, but I want it so bad. I want him.
“Terrence,” I beg.
“I know, baby. I want it too. Not yet. Give it time. Give us time.”
Car doors slam outside and his eyes widen.
“Hollis really will murder me. Get dressed, woman.”
I curl my lip up at him. “Hollis isn’t my dad—”
And then I hear it. Him.
“Where is she?” the familiar voice demands.
“Just getting dressed,” Cal says to my freaking dad. “Want a cup of coffee, man?”
Terrence flies out of the bed and dresses in three seconds flat. I roll my eyes and then put on the shirt he offers me. He tosses some shorts with drawstrings my way.
“We’ll continue this later, baby,” he assures me. “If I thought Hollis would kill me, there’s no telling what your dad would do if he caught us in here.”
“I’m a big girl,” I sass as I pull on the pants.
“With me, sure. Your dad, though, will always see you as his little girl.”
I climb out of his bed and hug him. “Try not to die. I like you.”
“Aww, English,” he says, stroking my hair. “In Penny-speak, that means you love me.”
“Stop talking.”
He laughs and it warms me to my heart.
Terrence is right about something. I’m falling for him. Hard. And I am so out of my depth here. I’d rather drown, though, than give up any of this with him.
Terrence
I rush into the bathroom, needing to brush my teeth and wash up. There’s no fucking way I’m going to carry on a conversation with Garrett with his daughter’s arousal smeared all over my face. I’m not Cal. That fucker is fearless. I almost died once. Not looking to do that shit again.
After I’m clean and ready to face Garrett, I exit the bathroom. The small cabin is bustling with activity. Charlotte is in the kitchen at the coffee machine with Cal wrapped around her. Hollis is pouring milk for Sebban while Roan inhales a donut.
Jace, the big motherfucker he is, sits sprawled out on the sofa like he owns the place.
“Where’s Garrett?” I ask, as I sit down beside him.
“Checking on the girls in your room. Charlotte called this morning to tell him what happened.” His amber eyes flash. “I’m here in case we need to kill anyone.”
“If Cal would have got his hands on Eli or Paxton last night, he sure as shit would have for as pissed as he was.” I rub at my temple, hating that a headache is starting to form this morning. “Now that he’s clearheaded, he’ll come up with something a little more fitting for those douchebags. A beating to death is too simple.”
He nods. “I still think we should beat their asses. Those fuckers messed with my girl.”
Jace doesn’t seem the type to fuck around with girls twice as young as him, but I still get unnerved by his words. She’s my girl, not his.
“Whatever happened with your kid, man?” he asks, brows furling. “Samantha is pretty good about that shit. I figured you’d know by now.”
“I don’t know,” I say with a heavy sigh. “She says she’s working on it. It’s probably Jack, though. He’s not exactly a cool guy or easy to work with.”
Cal drops into the recliner. “How you were even friends with that guy is beyond me.”
Jace whips his head in his direction. “Me?”
“Yeah, Daddy Hoodlum. You. Dad said you and Jack Henderson were buddies in high school. He’s such a fucking loser.”
Jace tenses. “I’m not friends with him. We hung in the same circles, but we weren’t tight. What the fuck? That wife-beating piece of shit is your kid’s grandpa?”
“Wife-beating?” I growl out. “How the fuck do you know he beat his wife?”
“Jack and Vicki were together in high school but broke up because he gave her a fucking black eye at a football game. Everyone saw. She was mortified. Ended up hooking up with one of our friends and later got pregnant. When that dude bailed, Vicki took that piece of shit back.” Jace shakes his head. “I heard through friends that he wasn’t good to her or her daughter.”
Lacey.
Bile rises in my throat.
My mind drifts to the summer before my senior year of high school. To the one night I was with Lacey Henderson before she vanished into the night without another word.
“Don’t act like all this bullshit between us hasn’t just been foreplay leading to this night.”
Her eyes skate down my chest once more, lingering at my dick, before she looks down at her feet. “I’m not a virgin. Sex isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, though. It’s kind of boring. And messy.”
“All I heard was that you fucked some loser who couldn’t get you off and came all over your stomach like he thought he was a porn star and now you’re jaded.” I step away from my pile of clothes and slowly approach her. “How close was I?”
“Right on it,” she admits, her brows tugging together.
I fist the front of her T-shirt and pull her to me. My other hand slides beneath the material, skimming over her ribs to settle on her lower back. “I’m not boring,” I murmur, dipping my head low so I can inhale her. “And if we fuck in the river, it won’t be messy either.”
She gasps when I slide my hand into her shorts. I give the flesh an appreciative squeeze.
“Ready to get naked, Lacey?”
“Not really.” Her voice comes out in a whispered quiver.
“I won’t hurt you,” I murmur. “You know that, right?”
She nods and fuck if my heart doesn’t tighten inside my chest.
“I’m going to make you feel really damn good. And then, when school starts back on Monday, Moaning Lisa, you have to be nice to me.”