“See something you like, Rae?” My voice hitches when my thumb glides over my knob to gather a sticky bead of precum pooled at the end.
Regan hesitates for barely a second before she nods.
“Then come get what you need.”
The raw huskiness of my voice intensifies the dampness between her legs. She is dripping wet, her sheer panties unable to contain all the moisture. Her eagerness adds to the girth of my cock.
“Nuh-uh,” I groan when she slips her panties to the side before attempting to straddle my lap. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it evenly. Right?”
The confused cinch of her brows smooths when I nudge my head to the carpet beneath my feet. I brace myself in preparation for her to dart to the door, so you can imagine my surprise when the only response I get is a ball-clenching smirk.
Pleasure shoots through me when she falls to her knees to replace my hand with her own. She didn’t protest my demand for a minute—not even one damn second.
A groan of satisfaction vibrates her tongue when she laps up my precum before sliding her pillowy lips down my shaft. When her mouth stops halfway down, I grunt, “Close, baby, but I think you can do better.”
Regan rolls her eyes at my term of endearment, but her lips stay circled around my cock—where they belong.
After scrunching her hair into a tight fist, I slowly roll my hips forward. I watch her closely, ensuring the pain fettering her features is more from taking a man of my size to the back of her throat than actual pain. The delicious moans ripping from her mouth assure me she is finding this as pleasurable as I am, but the moisture in her eyes keeps my peacock feathers tucked away.
I must tread lightly. Today has been tough on her.
Regan is the most confident woman I’ve ever met, but it flourishes even more when I praise her stellar cock-sucking skills. She strokes and sucks me harder, which only increases my grip on her hair.
I use her hair as leverage to guide her speed, my pumps as frantic as my lungs are sucking in air. “That feels so good, baby. Your mouth sucking my cock as greedily as your pussy does is pure fucking heaven.”
Another surge of blood rushes to my cock from her throaty garble of approval. She takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me so fiercely my knees wobble.
Just as the sensation drawing from my balls to the crest of my cock becomes too great to ignore, Regan’s lips move to my sack. Her nips and sucks cause them to grow heavy with need, aching for release. She works me as if she’s been dying for this day as long as I have, as if her attraction is just as intense.
My plan to hold back until surrounded by her warmth comes undone when she rakes her fingernails across the sensitive skin between my balls and ass. She smiles when my cock begins to jerk in the seconds leading to it coating my knob and her curved lips with a milky substance.
While her tongue laps up my spawn, one of her hands cups my balls while the other works my shaft. She doesn’t give in until every drop of my cum has been spilled. It is pure fucking heaven. The best head I’ve ever been given.
Until we’re interrupted by a grizzly bear.
“Daddy, don’t. . .”
Regan’s plea comes too late.
3
Istop scanning the isolated surroundings for familiar focal points when the heat of a gaze captures my attention. Alex is watching me from afar, studying me as closely as my father is eyeballing him in the rearview mirror of his truck. He’s worried about my silence, petrified it’s based on the unbelievable connection we shared a mere hour ago.
He shouldn’t be. My silence has nothing to do with the whirlwind of emotions he’s been hitting me with all weekend, and everything to do with haunted memories. They’re crashing into me hard, surrounding my heart with the four walls Alex has been trying to bust down since he waltzed into my life with a cocky grin and a skull-cracking head.
For every step I take forward in my grief, I feel like I’m thrown back another three. Today’s trip to the airport is by far the biggest leap I’ve taken thus far. I’m just waiting for the repercussions to surface, knowing they will inevitably happen.
The first ten miles of our trip was made in silence; even the tick of my dad’s jaw couldn’t be heard. The next ten miles was occupied assuring my dad he could take the most direct route to the airport so Alex and I wouldn’t miss our flight. And the final ten miles have occurred with Alex’s hand curled over mine.
He didn’t speak when we drove past the tree that bears Luca’s name, but words weren’t needed to relay his empathy. Him squeezing my hand spoke volumes, much less how he pressed his lips to my temple.
It was a bold move on his behalf. He barely survived my father’s wrath when he was dragged out of my room by the collar of his shirt. He may not have if Ayden hadn’t stepped in.
I don’t know why Ayden felt compelled to assist Alex. More times than not, he’s dishing out the punishments with my father. There is only one reason he chose a different route this time: law enforcement officers can sniff out their own.
Alex’s dominance, self-assuredness, and cunning ability to be two steps ahead of the game significantly narrowed down his possible job titles the past forty-eight hours. My list that was once a mile long now only has three occupations remaining. He is either an undercover cop, a CIA agent, or a fellow member of my brother’s new found career: an agent at the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Although I’m confident I could force the truth from him, I won’t. A person harboring a lifetime of secrets can’t ask others to disclose their own secrets. Until I’m willing to come clean about all the secrets I’m keeping, I can’t expect those around me to. For that alone, I rest my head on Alex’s shoulder, accepting the silent comfort he is offering me without hope of a reward.
