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Taking in a deep lung full of air like only you can get from waking after a restful slumber, I turn my head, and it dawns on me I’m not in my bed at the ranch and the scent surrounding me is very feminine.
My eyes open as if they’re on springs, but I stop myself from sitting upright when realization hits me to why I’m waking here.
The moonlight glows off the light blankets of the bed as something in my lap bobs up and down in a constant, steady, and strong motion.
“Holy fuck.” My eyes nearly roll all the way into the back of my head as I drop it back onto the pillow. Lifting it again, I pick up the blankets to find Angie’s perfect lips wrapped around my dick. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat before releasing me and repeating it over and over again.
Her hands work their magic while her mouth continues to rock my fucking world. I’ve never shied away from getting a blow job or going down on a woman, but this is a first for me. I’veneverhad a woman wake in the middle of the night and decide to pleasure me.
Hell, I’ve never let it last for middle of the night blow jobs or even morning sex. Staying implies I want more, and most of the time, that’s the last thing on my mind. I don’t know what possessed me to stay with Angie after we both got off. I don’t get what took hold of me earlier, but I’m glad I didn’t do what I normally do.
“Sweet Jesus.” I damn near buck off the bed when her suction increases and her hold on my balls gets a little stronger.
“Mmm.” I pride myself in being able to last a whole hell of a lot longer than I am right now.
I’ll blame being out of my element.
When she pulls me all the way in, she leaves me seated there for a couple of seconds, allowing her to swallow the head of my dick before pulling away again. Forcing my eyes to remain open and focused on her, I’m getting off watching her work me with her mouth.
I don’t know what’s hotter; her deep throating me like a porn star, watching her, or watching my dick disappear between those sexy-as-fuck bee-stung lips.
Bob after bob, swallow after swallow, I’m brought closer to my release.
“Shit.” My fingers thread into her soft hair, the uncontrollable urge to keep her face still while I fuck it and shoot off my load into her mouth. “I’m comin’, babe.” I grunt, warning her to stop if she doesn’t plan on swallowing.
She doesn’t stop. Her pace remains steady. My balls tighten. The hand cupping them pushes up and rolls them, intensifying my release as it shoots into the back of her warm throat.
The muscles of her throat and mouth work together as she swallows every last drop of my release. Once I’m done and my hold on her hair has gone lax, she drags her tongue up the underside of my dick before she kisses the tip. Then she lies back down on the side of the bed she was sleeping on.
I’m kind of freaking out when her soft breathing levels out and slumber takes her once more.
If it ever released her to begin with.
I’m too wired to go back to sleep. Shaking my head, I sit and get up to search for a glass to get some water to calm myself down.
I don’t understand what has happened to me. I’ve never felt this way after getting laid. I used to be a bottomless pit of insatiable hunger. No one woman was ever enough to keep me interested for more than a time or two.
Even Cera. She kept my attention for a while, but I lost interest in her as well.
As quietly as I can, I locate a glass and fill it straight from the tap, chugging the full glass down before getting another and then another.
“You’ve officially lost your shit, Chase,” I mutter to myself. My whisper sounds more like a shout in the quiet room.
There’s no way I’ll be able to get back to sleep. I’m wired and in need of some fresh air. Heading back to the bedroom, I quickly and quietly find my clothes and get dressed. I’m not sure what drives me to do it, but I grab her truck keys and leave her tiny as fuck apartment, locking it up behind me.
Stopping at my truck, I grab a jacket out from behind the seat and start my walk to Grizzly’s. The middle of the night in Centennial is pretty safe to be out in. There’s little to absolute zero crime here, and everyone, aside from the people who need to be out at this time, is all in their homes sound asleep.
This is the fresh air I needed and now that I have the cold air filling my lungs, my head clears.
I think my dad—hell, my entire family and friends—are onto something. I’ve lived a relatively carefree life through most of it. It got me through some tough shit in war zones, but now that I’m home, the way I once lived my life doesn’t seem to work anymore.
I’ve had enough proof of that this past week. My usual moves not working on Angie, and feeling old as fuck going to the bar was just another.
What gets to me at home isn’t Will’s teasing or the looks of concern my parents exchange when they don’t think I’m looking, but seeing how happy my brother is in his life with his own little family.
I also see the joy Duke and Patience share as well as what I’ve heard about Holt and Jody. That’s something I want. I never thought I would care to have that in my life, but now that I’m surrounded by it, I want someone of my own.
A woman who loves me, who will someday take my last name, and who’ll give me kids.
