Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
His eyes beg for me to finish him. My body screams for relief. My vision blurs as he guides my head to his cock and over it until I almost gag.
“This is so fucking good,” he moans, his balls tightening in my palm. “Keep doing that, and it won’t take long.”
Encouraged by his praise, I maintain the rhythm—sucking and licking until my eyes begin to water. My pussy clenches at the sounds of satisfaction he mutters and the almost pinching of my breast.
“Sara,” he groans as his cock swells.
His legs stiffen, and his body shakes. I force my eyes open to watch him fall apart.
And it is well worth the effort.
He moans my name again—the hottest thing I’ve ever heard—as hot, salty come shoots in the back of my throat. He moves my head up and down, both hands on the side of my head now, and pumps his hips into my mouth.
I take it all, swallowing him until his body relaxes. He quivers as I give a final kiss to the tip of his cock and then rest back on my heels.
He watches every move.
“Even if that costs me the race, it was so worth it,” he says, grinning.
“I’m glad to hear it.” I laugh, using the car to help get to my feet. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
He stands and tucks himself back in his pants. Then he pulls me into him and kisses the life out of me. Slow, methodical—intentional with every swipe of his tongue and press of his lips.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless.
“Let’s get you inside,” he says softly. “I’m going to blow your mind.”
I let him take my hand, somehow already as satisfied as Banks. Still … “Yes, please.”
He picks me up and carries me into the house.
“If I lose this race, it’s because of you,” he says, making me giggle.
“But it’s worth it, right?”
He kisses me as he opens the door. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
23
Banks
“I feel like we’re pulling up at the O.K. Corral,” Sara says, taking in the scene before her.
My brothers’ cars and trucks all line the side of the highway. They’re gathered, along with Brooke, Ashley, Pippa, and our parents, near the radar speed sign. All heads turn as we pull up in Betsy, her V-8 roaring and announcing our arrival.
“Wow, Foxx is here,” Sara says, surprised.
I’m surprised too. Foxx hasn’t quite been himself lately—losing his keys, stopping to say hello the other day, and showing up here. Maybe someone does need to check on him. He’s being … almost nice.
“And Jess looks pissed,” Sara says.
“Jess is always pissed.”
I park the car on the shoulder of the road behind Moss’s truck.
The sun hovers above the horizon, sending pops of purples and reds and yellows soaring through the sky. It’s the kind of night that would be nice to grab a beer and walk over to Maddox’s and shoot the shit.
I look at Sara.
Or it would’ve been. Things look a little different these days. A whole lot better.
She laughs as she undoes her seat belt. “It probably has something to do with you being fifteen minutes late.”
“I’m icing them out.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I’m making them wait. They’re getting on my schedule. It asserts dominance.”
She snorts, trying desperately to hold back her amusement.
“Haven’t you ever watched football?” I ask, holding out a hand.
“Not on purpose.”
She has a lot to learn.
I roll my eyes and take my phone out of the console. “Here. Make sure you video call Paige before the action starts. Her name is saved in my favorites. She wants to see me kick their asses.”
“How do I know what your password is to get in?”
“It’s sixty-nine, sixty-nine, sixty-nine.”
“How very predictable of you,” she says, taking the phone from me. “It’s buzzing.”
I stretch my arm overhead and then the other. I can’t go meet my brothers stone cold. The calisthenics I did at home got me loose, but I need to get some heat and pliability back in my muscles before I get out of the car.
“Who is it?” I ask.
“Do you want me to look?”
I smirk. “Well, unless you have X-ray vision, I guess you’re going to have to look.”
She narrows her eyes. Adorable. “This one is from Tasha. It says, ‘Hubs got called in to work so the trip is getting cut short. I’ll be in tomorrow afternoon to try to get the office sorted before Monday. Please tell me nothing burned completely down while I was gone.’”
“Yes.” I pump my fists. “See? This is what you get. You do nice things for people and the universe rewards you.”
“The next one says, ‘Peacocks are one of the fastest running birds that can run at a speed of about ten miles per hour.’” Her brows pinch. “Do you think it’s a coincidence that this is about running speeds and you’re about to run?”