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I hold his stare for a few seconds before glancing at his dick. A bead of precum leaks from the tip, and I do what comes naturally in the moment. I lean forward and lick it off.
“Aw, fuck,” he rasps.
Dip’s hips jerk, his tip brushing my lips, and I open wide to take him in. I wait for my gag reflex to kick in, but when it doesn’t, I close my mouth around him and bob my head.
I have no clue what I’m doing, but judging by the noises coming from Dip, I’m doing it right. I suck his shaft, swirl my tongue around the tip, and when he reaches the back of my throat, I swallow.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans as he pulls away and scoots down so his face is level with mine.
Dip lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and thrusts so hard, I see stars. It’s not painful, but our joining is primal, frenzied, and the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
He drags his cock back and forth, in and out, lighting up every single one of my nerve endings from the inside out. My body is on fire, and if this is what it feels like to burn, I’ll gladly supply the matches.
Dip was right, it doesn’t last long, but we both shout our releases to the rooftop, and when he collapses on top of me, I’m nothing more than a puddle of satiated flesh and bone.
Rolling to the side, Dip drags me with him and tucks me under his arm. I rest my head on his chest, savoring the thump of his heartbeat.
“We’re going to do that every day for the rest of our lives,” he declares. “And twice on Sundays.”
Laughter bubbles up my throat, and I snort. “I’m good with that.”
Dip lifts my chin with his hand and stares deep into my eyes. “Do you believe me when I say that by the time you feel whole, the thought of ending things with me will leave you feeling very empty?”
I grin at his recitation of what he said to me when I first approached him.
“Yeah. I’m starting to get it.”
Chapter23
Dip
ONE WEEK LATER…
“Yo, Dip, anything happenin’?”
I turn away from the monitors and roll my eyes at Little Man. I’m on gate duty for the next five hours, and I’m not thrilled about it. I’d much rather be at Barlow’s with Kennedy than sitting here watching her on a stupid monitor.
“Not a damn thing,” I tell him. “Where ya headed?”
“I’ve got a few things to do in the city.”
“Would Jenny be one of those things?”
Little Man grins. He’s made no secret about dating Kennedy’s boss, and things seem to be going well. Every chance he gets, he’s no longer hanging out at the clubhouse but in the city with her.
“Maybe.”
I shake my head. “Have a good night, man.”
“You too,” he says, revving his engine. “Hey, you going to see Kennedy later? Maybe the four of us can meet up at the diner or something.”
“Yeah, I’m picking her up later. If she’s up for it after her shift, I’m in.”
“Great, see ya later.”
Little Man rides away, and I refocus my attention on the monitors. Kennedy is behind the bar, serving customers, and she’s smiling the entire time. She’s really come out of her shell and taken to this whole bartending thing. And when she talks about Barlow’s there’s excitement in her voice.
For the last week, we’ve been alternating whose place we sleep at, not that much sleeping happens. When I told her I wanted to fuck her every day and twice on Sundays, I meant it. And woman that she is, she’s upped her game. We’re screwing twice a day and when we get to Sunday, I can only hope it’s three times.
