Buck went to the stove and turned off the flame beneath the pan of bacon, then moved to stand right behind me, his hand on my hip. It felt comforting, that I no longer needed to deal with Jackson all alone. It also made the comparison between the loser I’d been with and the man I had now.
“She’s with me. Her man.”
His hand slid to the hem of his shirt and up the back of my thigh, taking the flannel with it.
“I’m the one whose cum is dripping down her thighs.”
“What the fuck?” Jackson practically shouted. “Sage, who is this guy? You don’t even–”
“You never made her come. Never went down on her. Never got her pussy juices all over your beard. Fuck, she tastes sweet.”
Buck’s fingers slid over my soaked pussy and slid inside. I moaned, went up on my toes as he kept right on finger fucking me.
I gripped the edge of the counter.
With a hand on my upper back, he bent me over the counter, the phone right by my face.
I heard and felt more than saw Buck push his sweatpants down, lined up at my entrance and thrust into me.
I moaned again, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Are you fucking?” Jackson shouted. “Right now?”
Buck didn’t seem to have an issue with an audience. In fact, it seemed to spur him on. “She never made sounds like this for you. Only for me. Only for her man. Because you and your pencil dick could never satisfy her.”
His words were punctuated with deep thrusts that I was sure Jackson could hear. I couldn’t believethis was happening. I was also close to coming. Getting fucked by a real man while my cheating, jerk of an ex listened? So hot.
“Don’t call. Don’t text,” Buck said as he fucked me closer and closer to orgasm. “Leave my woman the fuck alone.”
Buck reached around and pinched my clit. I came on a scream, rippling around him.
“That’s it,” Buck said. “Milk me for another load, sweetheart. If we didn’t make a baby last night, this will make it happen.”
I forgot about Jackson, whether he was still listening in or if he’d hung up. I didn’t care either way. Because all I could do was take the pounding Buck was giving me. Take all the cum he was pumping into me as I came and came and came.
15
BUCK
“Ireallydon’t wantto talk about your ex right now, but I don’t think there’s any choice.”
We’d finished our delayed breakfast, then took showers. I went first and after his turn, he came out of the master bath in just a towel, his hair messy as if he’d used a hand towel to rub it dry.
Men. He looked perfect even when he wasn’t trying.
“The bag,” I said, sitting on the bed.
“Yeah, the bag.”
“I brought all my things with me from AuntMabel’s.” I picked up Jackson’s messenger bag that I’d set beside me.
“That’s what he wants?” Buck asked, coming over and taking it from me. He turned it from side to side, inspecting it. He stuck his hand inside, slid it around.
“He loves that bag,” I said. “More than me.”
“What he feels for you is irrelevant.” His gaze lifted from the bag to me. The way he was eyeing me, I had a feeling he wanted to fuck me again.
“Yeah, well, from that phone call earlier, what he feels is pissed.”
