Her smile was radiant. She looked like I’d given her a gift. I decided I’d give her another one. “And when I jerk off, I think of your mouth on my dick.”
Wild heat flashed in her blue eyes. “You do? Even though I’ve never done that?”
“I’ve got a good imagination.”
She studied me, and I got the feeling like she didn’t believe me. “Are you just saying that?”
I shook my head as my thumb brushed along her lower lip. “No. I’ve imagined these lips wrapped around my dick many times. Look, he’s imagining it now.”
She glanced down to where my full, thick cock bobbed like he was nodding yes at my statement.
She licked her lips, and I damn near came right then.
“Will you teach me how?” she asked.
I arched a brow. “What do you think? Do you really think I’d deny him…me…your sweet lips?”
She gave me that radiant smile again as she moved down my body.
I realized he was coated in our sex juices and worried she might not like it. Since I wanted her to like sucking me off, I asked, “He has your pussy juice and my come on him. Do you want me to shower first?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Then she drew her tongue up my cock from base to tip, and all rational thought flew out of my brain.
26
Brooke
I practically skipped into the café the next morning. I was on cloud nine after last night with Mo. I finally felt like he was going to allow himself to be with me. We talked and touched, and I woke in the most perfect place in the world—next to him. But while this marriage might be closer to reality in his home, it was still a secret out in the real world. I was okay with that, for now. Small steps, I told myself. Mo was moving in the right direction, and if he needed a little more time, I could wait.
I was ordering a coffee when a woman approached me. I’d seen her around, talking to Sinclair and Trina before, but wasn’t sure who she was.
“Brooke Campbell?” she asked me.
“Yes.” I looked at her suspiciously. How did she know me?
“I’m Erica Edmonds. I’m a writer with the local paper, and I’m working on a story about Simon Stark.”
I paid for my coffee. “Okay.” I didn’t know much about Stark except that he’d wanted to buy my father’s farm, and most people, especially those in the mayor’s office, didn’t like him. But he wasn’t buying my father’s land, so I didn’t know why she’d want to talk to me.
“Do you have a minute to talk? I’ve come into some interesting information that you might want to know about,” she said. She smiled, but I had an unsettling feeling that I wasn’t going to like what she said. I couldn’t imagine any information she’d have that was an interest to me unless she knew about Mo helping my dad.
“I’m not here to cause trouble,” she added as if she knew I was uncomfortable.
I shrugged, taking my coffee and sitting at a small table near the window.
“As you may or may not know, Stark was eager to buy up significant farmland to build a prison.”
I nodded. “I’d heard about it, but don’t know specifics. I was living in Chicago then,” I said.
“Yes, well, Stark isn’t a man who likes to lose.”
“I heard he crashed the deputy mayor’s wedding,” I said.
Erica rolled her eyes. “He’s a bit dramatic that way. Anyway, his real effort to get a foothold into town was a more recent attempt to buy a distressed property.” She lifted her head from her notes to look at me. “Your father’s property.”
I swallowed but tried to look impassive. “Dad talked about selling.”