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“No. She’s dealing with some personal stuff,” I said. “Brielle is with her.”
“Judging by your mood when you blew in here, I’m guessing the meeting with the insurance agent didn’t go well?”
“It didn’t go at all,” I grumbled. “Assholes canceled on me last minute.” I hastily looked at Waverly. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For saying a curse word.”
“Asshole is barely even a curse word,” Waverly said.
“Waverly,” Willa snapped. “Don’t use that kind of language.”
“Why not?” Waverly demanded. “You sayfuckall the time.”
“Waverly! Stop. I’m an adult. You, are not,” she pointed out.
Before the two sisters got into it in the middle of the kitchen, I said, “Waverly, I need the vanilla. Let’s get going on this masterpiece.”
* * *
“Dear God, almighty,” I moaned as Slash rubbed the arch of my foot. “You can have whatever you want.”
“Can I now?” he growled.
I opened my eyes and stared at him. “What is it you want, Slash?”
His hand slid up my foot to my calf, and higher still, until he was clasping the meaty part of the back of my thigh that was almost the curve of my butt.
“Oh,” I said with a sigh as sparks flickered between my legs in anticipation.
He gently set my foot aside and stood, reaching a hand out to help me up. I rose and he brought me flush with his body, which was taut with muscle.
I placed my hand on his chest, and my fingers curled into his pec. He stepped away from me so he could lift his shirt over his head.
His body made my breath hitch. The ink and muscles on display had me quivering. I moved toward him and set my lips against his skin, and then I kissed my way down his flat stomach. I dropped to my knees and went for his belt buckle. I unclasped it, popped the button of his jeans, and then lowered his fly. I gently took him out, gripping him in my hand. He was big and thick, and he made my mouth water.
I slid my lips over his crown, taking him deep into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. I loved the taste of him, and I loved it when he threaded his fingers through my hair and threw his head back while I let him fuck my mouth.
It was primal and I was delirious with want.
He wouldn’t let me finish him, and he popped out of my mouth and then reached down to help me off the floor. Slash grasped the back of my neck and hauled me toward him. His lips seized mine, drugging and devouring, his tongue pushing into my mouth, taking everything I had to offer.
Slash lifted his head, his eyes glittering with craving. Slash guided us into the bedroom and to the bed, and then he shoved his pants down, underwear and all. Slash was sleek muscle and rough beauty. The hard life of a Nomad, of riding a motorcycle for years in the sun, had tanned and honed him in a way that made lesser men seem soft.
With his eyes still on me, I slowly removed my clothes and then spread my legs wide, giving him an unencumbered view.
He grasped himself, giving his erection a squeeze. And then he crawled onto the bed to hover over me.
“How do you want it, Brooklyn?” he rasped.
Slash placed one hand on the inside of my thigh and brushed me with his thumb.
I sucked in a breath. “Cock,” I whispered.
He leaned over and took a nipple between his lips. Pleasure zinged to my core when he nipped and tugged, sucking the crest into his mouth. While Slash lavished my breast, his thumb pressed against my cleft again, causing my back to bow off the bed.
I didn’t want to wait any longer. “Slash,” I begged. “Please.”
