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I keep sucking him without answering and smile in satisfaction when he releases in my mouth.
I’m forming a relationship with Kyle, but it’s only sexual.
We have a relationship based on oral sex.
We’re oral sex buddies.
And I intend to keep it that way.
What harm can a few shared orgasms do?
* * *
“Areyou sure me coming is a good idea?” I ask from the passenger seat of Kyle’s truck. “Your father despises me.”
He glances over at me and raises a brow. “My father doesn’t know you. How could he hate you?”
I run my hand up and down the seat belt. “Correction: he hates everyonelike me.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“He refers to us as scum of the city. Dirtbags. Cockroaches. Along with some other choice words.”
He winces at his father’s comments. “He won’t be there. My mom said he’s attending a work event.”
I deviate the conversation to one I’ve been wondering about after hearing the gossip around town. “Was he mad when you didn’t go into the line of work he wanted you to?”
Everyone knows Kyle had been groomed to go into law and politics like his father. He went as far as attending law school before dropping out his first year.
“How did you go from future attorney to a police officer?”
“Because it’s what I wanted to do, and I won’t allow anyone else to declare my future. Was he happy about it? No. But I am, and that’s all that matters.”
“Your father seems like an asshole who always gets his way.”
He chuckles. “You must know my father.”
Everyone has their opinion of Michael Lane. Some glowing. Some distasteful.
In my opinion, Michael Lane is trash.
But most of Blue Beech practically worships their beloved mayor.
“I’ve heard rumors. How mad was he when you dropped out of law school?”
“We barely speak,” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck.
My face falls. “I’m sorry.”
He’s not upset—annoyed if anything. “Don’t be. Hearing less of my dad’s voice is a goddamn blessing.”
I chuckle to lighten the mood. “I take it, you aren’t a daddy’s boy?”
“Never have been. Never will be.”
I can’t stop the grin playing at my lips. “So, you’re a mama’s boy?”
His voice turns humorless, surprising me. “I love my mother more than anything. If it classifies me as amama’sboy,so be it. She doesn’t pay my bills, but I will damn sure always protect her.”
