Page 192 of By His Vow
“I can find a replacement easily enough. Yours isn’t anything special,” I lie.
I don’t look up at him. I can’t. He’ll be able to see the truth in my eyes, clear as fucking day.
“Whatever,” he mutters, finally relaxing and widening his thighs a little more.
Every time I move, his hard dick brushes against my bare breast.
Neither of us mentions it, but the air around us is buzzing with electricity.
The sound of claws on the countertop hits my ears before they move closer.
“It’s looking at my dick like it wants to eat it.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be too worried about me cutting it off after all. My pussy might get to it first.”
“This isn’t funny,” he snaps.
I glance over at Griz and find he’s right. She is staring right at King’s dick.
“Probably just hasn’t seen one so small before.”
His stomach muscles clench at my taunt, but he chooses to ignore it. “She always watches you hook up, huh?” The roughness in his voice gives away his jealousy, and I can’t help but smirk.
“Well, she is my cat, after all.”
After pressing a dressing to his stomach, not that I actually think it needs it, I finally sit back on my haunches and look up at him.
He stares down at me between his thighs before glancing at Griz.
“She looks bored.”
I raise a brow and look over.
“Looks fine to me.”
“Nah, she definitely came in here looking for more entertainment than you attacking me with a death wipe.”
“Kingston, are you suggesting that my cat wants to watch me suck you off?”
He shrugs one shoulder.
“I’ve no idea. She’s your cat, not mine.”
His dick jerks and my mouth waters.
I shouldn’t do it.
I already told him that he was getting nothing out of me tonight.
I blame the tequila.
Totally the tequila’s fault that I lean forward and lick up the length of his shaft.
The second his taste floods my mouth, I throw any kind of caution I might have had to the wind and take him to the back of my throat.
His hips thrust, his ass lifting from the toilet seat as I deepthroat him.
“Holy fucking shit, Tatum. You’re fucking perfect.”