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He barely looks at me, but the small sweep from the corner of his eye might as well have scanned my intentions. It’s obvious. I get it. I want to fuck her. Lick her. Hold her.
Mine.
And you want what?
Exactly?
“Yep. Mac.”
Talkative.
Reminds me of my brother.
Kaya ducks below my arm, giving me an eyeful of her round tits squished into her top. The same ones I sucked on this morning until they were swollen, the ones I rolled around between my teeth as she sat impaled on my cock.
I catch her wrist. “You need a jacket, Baby. In the house. Grab one of mine.” She raises a brow at me, so I flash her a grin that pinkens her cheeks. “Please.”
Her knowing stare slides from Mac to me and back again before she rolls her eyes and walks back into the house. “Caveman,” I think she mutters.
“How much?” I ask straightaway, not wasting time. Bringing money into the conversation seems like a douchebag move, but it’s a hand I hold and Kaya lacks. I don’t like finances making her vulnerable. I can fix it. I want to fix it.
“Don’t charge her.”
“Does she know that?”
“She would if she looked at her account.”
I don’t like that.
There is always an exchange. He doesn’t look at me, not because he’s nervous—steady breaths, side slouched against the driver’s door—but because he seemingly doesn’t feel the fucking need to.“What do you want from her, then? If not money?”
“Less than you do.”
Dipshit. That’s true. I want it all.
Every ride. Every look.
Every second.
But you have some of that.
Don’t you, Mac-old-boy?
I admit it. “I want everything.”
“Make sure you give the same back.”
Well, shit.
Kaya appears with my jacket, a swirl of caramel hair and curves. Measuring him up, I can’t decide whether I like this guy or not… I think I do. She kisses me quickly as she jumps into the front seat. I don’t like the light peck, but I let it slide. Already planning tomorrow when I pin her down, part her lips with my thumbs, and spit into the back of her throat to watch her tongue undulate for more.
I stare at her. “You got my number, Woman?” I wrote it on her arm like a damn teenage boy. I used her eyeliner. Told her to start that damnNoses To Breaklist. Text me a name a day.
She won’t.
I’ll keep asking.
Kaya smiles softly, her eyes climbing up my body as though she’s a goddamn pervert. I’ll fuck that lust right out of her if she keeps that up. “Woman?”
