“No.” Today was Bust Shade’s Balls Day.
“Where are we going?”
He caught her question before the wind whipped it away. Instead of answering, he reached back, squeezed her thigh and decided to leave his hand where it belonged, now that they weren’t in view of his brothers.
He hadn’t told her about his plan, but figured, after the quickie blowjob in his room earlier, she wouldn’t be opposed to it.
That had been the first time he had her mouth on him and he hoped like fuck it wasn’t the last. Dutch had said Crystal sucked him like a pro, but Shade disagreed.
Chelle was so much fucking better.
He had slipped her glasses from her face, tucked them into the neckline of his shirt and, gripping her ponytail with one hand and the side of her face with the other, he forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch her give his dick a spit-shine.
It was the hottest fucking thing ever and it took everything he had not to pull free from her greedy mouth, rip down her jeans and throw her onto his bed to finish them both off.
He managed not to, but the whole fucking ride he’d been thinking about his plan and his erection had been raging. He’d never thought their runs were too long until today.
And that was even after he’d emptied his load down her throat earlier. With a warning first, of course. But she ignored the warning and, knowing she was about to accept all of him, made him come even harder.
Yeah, he really fucking liked this woman.
He might even more than like her.
But he’d take what she’d give him, because he’d been dead serious when he’d told her he was hers as long as she wanted him. When she no longer did, he’d walk away and chalk up his time with Chelle as one of the better chapters in his fucked-up life story.
Five minutes later, pulling into the parking lot of The Grove Inn, his balls were screaming, his dick throbbing with its own heartbeat and the keycard Ozzy slipped to him before the run was burning a hole in his back pocket.
The refurbed ‘70s-style motel had the office in the center, the manager’s apartment above the office, ten rooms to the left and another ten to the right. He did a tight loop and then crab-walked his sled backward into the spot in front of the last room on the right with the numbers two and zero nailed to the dark blue door.
After slipping him the keycard, The Great Oz had also bumped his shoulder and said number nineteen was empty so they could go hog wild and not have any pigs in uniform called for a disturbance.
The motel manager also cocked an eyebrow at him and shot him a knowing look, which Shade read as the man had seen the video of him and Chelle in the Subaru.
Fucking great.
While Chelle did a pitstop before they left for the four-hour-long ride, Shade grabbed Easy and pulled him aside.
Before he could even ask the brother who all had seen the video, Easy smacked him on the back, crowing, “Fuck, brother, you got yourself a fuckin’ MILF. That hair, that fuckin’ body, those glasses. She teachin’ you things? In and out of bed? Bet she uses a ruler to do it, too. Yeah?”
They hadn’t even had a chance to fuck in a bed yet, but he wasn’t telling Easy that.
He locked gazes with the brother who was closest to him. “Assumin’ you saw the video.”
Easy’s face gave the truth before his mouth spit out the lie. “What video?”
“Trip said it was deleted. That true?”
Easy took a step back and raised both palms. “Not sure what video you’re talkin’ about.” Then he grinned like the asshole he was. “Dude—”
“Don’t need to hear about it. Just need to hear it was deleted.”
“Yeah. Trip zapped it himself.”
Thank fuck. “Who all saw it?”
Easy pursed his lips and his eyes shifted to the side.
Fuck. “Should I ask who didn’t fuckin’ see it, instead?”
“Yeah, that list is a fuck of a lot shorter.”
“Christ,” he muttered.
“Your technique got a solid seven. Chelle’s mom-bod got a fifteen on a scale of ten. She rocks it.”
“Brother,” he growled.
Easy laughed and wacked him on the back again. “Brother, it’s gone, and everyone’s probably forgotten it by now. You rarely tap pussy, so thanks to the video we no longer wonder whether you eat hot dogs or tacos or, hell, even sausage-stuffed tacos. Also proved when you hunt snatch, you go after the good shit.”
Even though Easy was like blood to him and had kept his secret of being unable to read, right at that moment Shade wanted to shove his fist down his throat to shut him the fuck up. He was close to doing that when Chelle joined them and he had to swallow his irritation. It chapped his ass that Easy, as well as some, if not all, of his brothers had seen his woman naked.