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JACKSON
After Terrell’s friendly warning, I finished the rest of my reports, hopped in the truck, and headed for home. Pulling up the drive, I spot Rory’s Jeep parked in front of the detached garage. I pull the truck in beside it and step out. Having her here to come home to this week has been nothing short of amazing. This old house is alive with her here. It’s so much better than the cold and dark that I’d grown used to. Going through the side door, I place my hand on the doorknob and twist, only to find it unlocked.
“Rory, I told you, please keep this door locked when I’m not home.”
I step into the kitchen, and I’m immediately greeted by the smell of delicious food and music playing over the stereo. But no Rory.
“Rory?”
“In the living room,” she calls out. “How was your day?”
“Long,” I mutter under my breath. “You forgot to lock the door again,” I yell louder this time so she can hear me.
“The front one’s locked.”
“Do you think serial killers and home invaders are opposed to coming through the side doors?”
“Southern ones, yes. It’s bad manners for uninvited guests to use anything but the front door.” Her words are heavy with the thick Texas twang she puts on whenever she talks about the old southern ways.
Smartass.
Removing my gun from the holster, I place it into the safe on the floor and then lock it. I hang my duty rig on the hook and then unlace my boots, leaving them by the mud bench. Once my nightly ritual is complete, I walk through the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks when I see her.
Rory is kneeling on the floor in front of the old fireplace. She’s wearing nothing but tiny black shorts that could very well only be underwear, and she’s paired it with a ribbed white tank top with no bra. Her hair’s messily thrown up on top of her head, and I watch as she dips the paintbrush she’s holding into the can of paint beside her. The sight of her on her knees, dressed in practically nothing, causes my cock to come to life.
“What are you doing?”
“Hey.” She looks over at me and gives me a smile that tugs at my heart and my dick. “You have been talking about painting this fireplace since you moved in. I’m getting restless hanging around here all day by myself. I might not be able to take the lead on any of the other projects you want done, but I can do this.” Rory glances back proudly at the fireplace and then back at me. “Do you like the color? I went lighter, so if you don’t, it’ll be easy to change.”
Rory leans back onto her calves and tosses the paintbrush into the metal tin. With the back of her hand, she wipes at her brow, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. I take two steps closer to her, and I watch as she arches her neck to look up at me. The pad of my thumb grazes across her plump bottom lip.
“Does this mean you like the fireplace?” Her gorgeous green eyes hold my stare.
“I love it.” My fingers work the buckle of my belt and slowly I pull it through the loops, tossing it to the side.
“Dinner’s ready. It’s keeping warm in the oven. Nothing special, just baked chicken.” Rory licks her lips as I pop open my button and unzip my pants. I see her nipples poke out through the thin tank top and notice her breathing getting heavier. “Are you not hungry?”
“Are you?”
Rory’s eyes travel down my body until finally settling on my crotch. My cock twitches under her gaze, and I watch as a slow smile spreads across her face. I widen my stance, allowing my pants to drop to the floor. Rory’s fingers grip the waistband of my boxer briefs, grazing the tip of my cock as she pulls them down just enough so my entire length is free of confinement. Greedily, her eyes soak me in. She wraps one of her paint splattered hands around the base of my dick and then looks up at me.
“I’m hungry for you.” Direct and practically breathless. I like it.
Her words send a tingle straight down my spine. I fight the urge to grab her by the hair and slide my cock down her throat. With my fists clenched tightly at my sides, I grit my teeth as Rory flattens her tongue and licks up the shaft. She then twirls her tongue around the tip, stopping at the slit to lick up a drop of precum that’s seeped out.
“How do you want it?” She strokes my length and looks up at me.
“In your mouth would be a good place to start.” I’ve been waiting for this moment and, now that it’s here, I’m eager to get the show on the road.
“Hmm, obviously. But I meant more like slow? Fast? Do you like your balls played with?”
“Holy fuck, yes, yes, and yes. Just give me something, baby. You’re killing me.”
Rory has that smug look she gets when she feels like she’s one upped me. She thinks she has me at her mercy with this game. But little does she know that over the years I’ve let her win more times than I can count. But not tonight, not right now. I’ll be winning this round.
Sweetly, I run my fingers through her hair until I have a good enough grasp for a firm grip. Rory is once again teasing me, and I wait until she wraps her lips around the tip before pushing myself further into her mouth. Her eyes go wide with shock, and I can’t help but laugh a little as she gasps and chokes on my dick.
“Don’t bite me.”
