Page 199 of Five Brothers
I let my thighs fall wide, while he kisses my mouth, my neck, and sucks a breast into his mouth again. He tugs at a nipple, and I arch up, keeping it in his mouth.God, I love it when he does that.I pull my wrists out of his hold, taking his waist in my hands, and pull him in, burying his cock deep inside me.
I moan, and he growls, propping himself above me to stare down at my body as we fuck.
The phone rings. We ignore it.
“Macon …” I moan.
It rings again. He seethes. But I beg, “Don’t stop.”
I stare up into his eyes, my hand around the back of his neck, but it rings again.
He jerks away. “Goddammit!”
And I cry a little when his heat leaves me and the bed.
He grabs his phone, knocking over things on his dresser in the process, and answers. “Fuck!” he growls, holding the phone to his ear. “What?”
“Saints just crossed the tracks!” I hear Trace shout from here.
Macon breathes hard, turning toward me and walking back for the bed.
I bite my bottom lip and then … I swing around hanging my head over the side of the bed and grabbing him with my mouth as he comes in.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, just realizing what I’m doing.
He stands next to the bed as I suck him down, and he leans over me a little, burying his cock in my mouth. His hand caresses my breast.
“Yeah, so, um ….” Trace stutters, and I realize Macon just blurted that in his ear. “They took a left. My guess is they’re going to the cemetery.”
“What do I care?” Macon rubs his thumb over my right nipple, pumping his dick into my mouth slowly so he doesn’t hurt me.
He groans again. “Oh God.”
“Are you …” Trace starts to ask but stops. “Never mind.” He pauses, then continues. “What do you want us to do?”
“Pull back.”
“But—”
“You heard me,” Macon snaps. “Just leave it.”
“They’re searching for the treasure.”
“It’s not in the cemetery,” Macon says.
My eyes pop open just as he yanks the phone away from his ear and tosses it on the bed.
“Not anymore,” he murmurs to himself.
The treasure? That was one of the rumors I asked him about when we ate in the kitchen that day. It’s true?
I swirl my tongue around his tip, tasting myself on him. Loving that he tastes like this, because he was inside of me.
“I taste good,” I say softly.
He reaches down and lifts me up, onto my knees, and brings me into his body. “Yes, you do,” he whispers over my lips.
He kisses me, sucking me off my own lips and digging his fingers into my ass.