Dirty Deeds (Get Dirty 3)

I trace my fingertips along his length, wanting to drive him wild with the light touches all over, nothing aggressive enough to get him off, just enough to tease and torture him. I hear his growls above me, and I look up with what I hope is my most innocent look.

“Fuck, Maggie. Suck me already. You’re killing me.”

I pause, leaving my tongue out to lick at him like a lollipop as I look up through my lashes at him, smirking. “My apology, my way.”

He groans, his hips pressing forward involuntarily, seeking more contact. I give in, sucking more of him into my mouth, but instead of his dick, I choose his balls, letting his length brush along my cheek as I swirl my tongue over one, then the other.

Finally, I lick one long line from the seam of his balls up the entirety of his shaft, and at the top, I swallow him to my throat in one smooth motion. “Oh, fuck. Right there.”

Shane holds my head, using my hair as leverage to keep me deep-throating him. He gives tiny little pulses of thrusts, and I hum against him, already feeling him getting close to the edge. I start to gag, and he releases the pressure on my head, letting me catch my breath before he pulls out totally. He lets go of my hair to wrap a powerful hand to his shaft, squeezing himself to stay on the edge.

“Can you do it again?” he asks, looking at me with total adoration. “Fuck, I want to watch you swallow me down, cum and all.”

I nod, diving back for more, and Shane’s hands tangle in my hair again. He hits the back of my throat, pushing harder, and I hum, wanting desperately to taste him again. Shane pulls back, dragging the head of his cock over my tongue one last time before slamming deep into my mouth.

From above, I hear Shane cry out, roaring for a split second before I feel rope after rope of his warm cum shooting down my throat. I swallow, gulping deeply and not wanting to lose a drop as Shane jerks and shudders, holding me tight the whole time. As he tapers off, I lick along his length, getting every last drop before I sag, all the energy wiped from my body.

Shane pulls back, cupping my face and running his thumb along my cheekbone. The sweet oxygen is like a gift, and I look up at him, knowing my victory is written clearly on my face. But his eyes are serious, something more than I’d expected hidden in their depths. “Maggie. Apology fucking accepted.”

I smile shyly, pleased with his response. “Thank you, Sir.” And then because I’m a dork and can’t help myself, I wink at him sassily. And I’m not one of those cute gum-commercial winkers, so it probably looks like I’ve got something in my eye.

He laughs, kneeling down to cup my face and lay a soft kiss on my cheek. “Fuck, I really want to throw you on this bed and spend all night buried in you, but we really do need to go. It’s getting late and we’ve got miles to roll.”

I have a thought, wiggling to the surface from deep inside, that my name isn’t the only thing I’m hiding from him. He might’ve accepted my name with relative ease, considering it’s not too uncommon at strip clubs to use a fake one. But if he finds out the real depth of my lies, I’m scared that no number of apologies, verbal or on my knees, will make that okay to a man like Shane.

Chapter 14

Shane

It takes us a little longer to get going than I thought. Besides Meg—Maggie and me crossing a line that I never thought we’d cross, it took me a while to locate a safe location for us to crash.

It’s nearly sunset by the time I say fuck it and we hit the road, knowing that I need to get us out of the area so no one loyal to Dominick or Sal reports seeing us. I still haven’t located a safe place for the medium term, but there are plenty of no-tell motels along the highways heading west.

The hardest part is that I don’t know how Dominick will react to our running. Or if we show back up. He might understand us laying low until the smoke clears. Or we could be kidnapped and taken to him or Sal. Or worst case scenario, shot on sight. I’m sure that if Dom’s innocent of the hit, he’d let Maggie go. Well, mostly sure.

I’m just not one-hundred percent, and that’s the problem. As desperate as the situation is, or might be, I don’t want to freak Maggie out too much.

Maggie. It makes me shake my head a little as we roll along the highway, the dim light hiding my movements.