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Aspyn looks over at him. “You’ve not, uh, indulged for over a month?”
I snort. “Longer than that.”
“Shut up, asshole,” Priest says, shoving me back.
He looks at Aspyn pointedly. “I’m choosin’ to abstain for my mental health,” he says. “It’s not because I can’t get any.”
She rolls her lips. “I can see that.”
I pinch her on the ass, and she yelps. My possessive side hasn’t gotten any better with time.
“Chicks are trouble,” I grumble, smiling when Aspyn pinches my ass this time.
“Hey!”
“What? Just sayin’ it like it is.”
That earns me another pinch.
“Makin’ BLTs, who wants one?” Manny sings-songs as he pours himself a Diet Coke.
Luna screws up her nose. “Can you make anything other than BLTs and Gumbo?”
Manny gives her a look. “Makin’ pumpkin pie this afternoon, but I don't suppose you’ll be wanting any of that?”
They bicker all the way to the kitchen as I chuckle. “Better get you home, you must be tired after listenin’ to those two.”
“I am,” she says, pouting.
Priest sighs again. “I know that’s code for ‘we’re goin’ to go fuck’ so off you go. Scram.”
Aspyn giggles as I move her off my lap and we head off.
“Have fun tuggin’ your purple helmet, bud.”
I don’t even have to turn to see that he’s flipping me the bird.
An hour later, I’m sinking my dick into Aspyn’s tight, newly waxed pussy as she lies back on the couch and I hold her legs over my shoulders. I’ve taken it easy with her for a while because of her bruising. Aside from her concussion and being drugged, she also had bruising to her hip and shoulder where that asshole Tara hired dragged her in and out of the car.
He deserved a bullet just for that.
Tara is awaiting sentencing and has been flown back to LA until the trial.
For now, Aspyn can rest easy until she has to testify, something I know she isn’t looking forward to. Getting her head around her friend's betrayal has been hard on her.
“Oh, Rock,” she groans when I slide in and out, torturously slow. “So good.”
I already got her off, and she did me, at the same time when we were sixty-nining on the couch. Fuck, that was hot. Tasting myself on her lips is something I know still shocks her as much as it excites her.
“Better than my tongue, babe?” I thrust a little harder.
“Oh!”
“Better than my fingers findin’ that spot inside you that drives you wild?”
“Harder!”
I don’t listen. I keep up my steady, slow but brutal rhythm. Knowing I’m driving her crazy makes me dick swell even more.
