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“Out in the woods on the four-wheeler. Lyla will sneak out the back door, find me, and hop on, then I’ll take her to the motel.”
“I don’t like it,” Thane says.
“You don’t like what?” I ask as I crawl up beside him on the bed.
He runs his hand up my arm slowly, gently, stopping to squeeze my biceps. I’ve started to crave his touch whenever I have to leave for work every morning and the entire time I’m at the shop. I’m not sure what I would do without it now. “This plan of Barrett’s sounds risky, to you, to Lyla, to everyone.”
“Bear is smart. He’ll cover all the bases. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Lyla.”
“You trust him with your life and your brothers?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Then I guess I trust you.”
Leaning forward, Thane presses his lips to mine all too briefly.
“Good,” I say with a smile. “Now, lie back down and relax so I can suck your dick.”
“Oh, hell yes,” he agrees as his back hits the mattress.
I don’t wait for him to remove his own shorts. I attack them instead, grabbing the waistband to jerk them down his legs, pulling them all the way off.
“You like giving head almost as much as you enjoy getting it, don’t you, blondie?” he asks softly, sounding out of breath.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I say as I wrap my fingers around his length to point it toward my mouth.
I do like having his hard dick in my mouth, but most of all, I enjoy seeing Thane’s reaction. Blowjobs are still so new to him that he squirms and begs me not to stop for all of about two minutes before his hips begin to buck uncontrollably. That’s when he fists my hair and pulls my mouth off him.
I keep waiting for him to lose control and hold my head down on his dick to fuck my face, but so far, he hasn’t, even though I give him that rough treatment every single morning.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
Thane
There’s a knock on the bedroom door not long after RJ showered and left the house for work, so I know it’s not him.
Going over to the door, I unlock it and open it.
“Hey,” Lyla says. “Everything okay? You’ve been keeping the door locked.”
“Just paranoid after the shooting, I guess,” I lie since I can’t tell her the truth – that RJ and I don’t want anyone busting in on us, so we keep our doors shut and locked up all the time.
Lyla’s eyes narrow. “Are you sure that’s all that’s going on? Bear and RJ haven’t been making you uncomfortable?”
“Nope. I never see either of them,” I lie again. “What’s up?” I ask to change the subject.
“Oh, I was going to make pancakes. How many do you want?”
“Three, thanks. I can help you.”
“No, I’ve got it. You’re still recovering.”
“I’m better,” I assure her.
“Well, I still want to cook for you. I’ll never be able to repay you for saving my life.”
When she turns to walk toward the kitchen, I follow her. “You’ve done enough, Lyla. Really.”
