Page 36 of Ready or Not
“Gorgeous, you’ve got to give me a minute. Long enough for us to get out of sight, at the very least.” I keep my head on a swivel as I yank my keys out of my pocket.
My truck isn’t far.
Clicking the unlock button, I aim for the front seat first to start it. Once it’s running, I close that door and climb us into the back seat. Vale works on my belt as I try to assess the area for threats.
It feels a little like being a sitting duck, so I pull out my phone and text Ranger and Holt.
She’s having a wave. In my truck. Would appreciate someone watching our six.
The naughty little omega crawls into the seat next to me, yanking down her leggings and panties. “I don’t think I’m okay,” she says with wide eyes. “I feel like I’m burning up.”
“Shh.” I toss my phone in the door handle and palm her head. “I’ve got you. Let’s get your coat off. That might help.”
“Your knot probably will. If not, maybe I could taste you.” Her eyes are so damn glassy as they meet mine.
I lean forward to help her out of the coat and toss it into the front seat.
“You have a gun.” Her eyes are on my holster, but her cold fingers are desperately working on getting my jeans undone. “Like, on you. You have a weapon on your person.”
“I was keeping watch before I met you in the baby store. I have all my licenses up to date. Believe it or not, executive protection services always aim to de-escalate a situation first. It’s a last resort, but the bad guys have guns. The sad reality is the good guys need them too.”
“I’m still not scared of you.” She licks her puffy lips. “It was just an observation.” Her hand slides down the front of my jeans to cup my cock as she works my zipper with the other. “So, I think I need to ride you. Do you think that’s possible in this confined space? Or should I just suck you off?”
She yanks my jeans and boxer briefs, so I push up on my feet to make it easier for her to get them down.
I lean back against the seat, and before I can formulate an answer, she’s already guiding my tip to her mouth. Her tongue circles my crown as a whimper escapes around my shaft.
Thank fuck my windows are tinted.
She wiggles her hips and descends deeper with each hollow of her cheeks.
“You’re spoiling me, gorgeous,” I growl, stretching out an arm to run my hand down her back. I’d love to be able to palm her ass, but it’s just barely out of reach from my position. She makes an O with her fingers, raking it up and down the inches of my shaft that she can’t fit into her mouth. “Just like that. Your mouth feels like heaven, Vale.”
She grunts, popping off my crown. “I like it better when you call me gorgeous. Although, I won’t complain about sweet girl or good girl.”
I chuckle as she dives back down my length, cupping the side of my cock as she rolls her tongue. All her weight digs into my thigh as she pivots on her elbows for support, but I’d suffer unimaginable pain to keep her happy. It’s a minor inconvenience, and it keeps me distracted enough that I’m not afraid I’ll blow my load too quickly.
Wrapping my left hand in her mane of hair, I pull it out of her face. “Fuck, that naughty little tongue seems desperate for my cum. Aren’t you, sweet girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” she moans around my length. Her perfume is everywhere, and it’s making my head a mess of alpha fog.
The clicking sound of someone pulling the handle for the door next to me has me ripping my gun out of my shoulder holster with my right hand. Luckily, I’m next to the back passenger door. It makes it significantly easier to aim without Vale between me and the threat.
“Jesus fuck,” Garza growls with wide eyes as my Glock aims at his forehead. “Never mind, I’ll try again.” He rolls his eyes, moving to shut the door.
I shove my gun back into its holster as my cock swells. If she keeps lapping at the slit on the head of my dick, then I’m done for. I give her hair a little tug as Garza opens the front passenger door and starts piling up bags.
“You want me to come all over your tongue? Or do you want to climb on my cock?” I ask.
“Both,” she moans, bobbing farther down my length. She gags as my tip hits the back of her throat, and it’s game over.
My muscles lock tight to keep from thrusting too deep as my balls and knot pulse. She twists her tiny fist around my shaft as it kicks.
I come, groaning out words of praise.
Garza continues grumbling under his breath.
Vale squeezes my cock so tight it’s almost painful as she sucks on the crown like she’s desperate for every drop.