Treacherous

Her chest shudders when she takes a shaky breath. I thank my lucky stars her bra has a front clasp as I pinch the material together and it gives way. Her tits bounce free and my mouth waters. Unable to deny my need, I lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth. I suck hard and flick the tip with my tongue.

Rylee lets out a small cry and arches her back, shoving her chest in my face. I palm her other breast and tweak her nipple between my fingers.

My cock is so hard it feels like I could hammer nails with it. I want to yank my shorts down, rip her jeans and panties away, and shove myself inside her warm body, but I hold back my need. Right now this is about Rylee.

I switch to h

er other breast, tugging at the tip with my teeth. Her hands snake into my hair, gripping the strands so tight my scalp burns. I wouldn’t care if she yanked out every strand. I fucking love that she’s so lost in her pleasure.

An irritating sound comes from my glove box, and it takes me a second to realize it’s my phone. I ignore it and continue to devour Rylee’s tits. An act of God couldn’t pull me away from what I’m doing.

A moment later, the buzzing starts again. I grab Rylee’s leg, about to hoist it higher so I can feel her against my cock better, when she tugs my head up by my hair.

“Maybe you should answer that,” she pants.

The ringing has already stopped again.

“Just ignore it.”

I’m lowering my head back to her breasts when the buzzing begins again. Irritated, I lift myself, yank open my glove box, and pull out my phone to shut the damn thing off. I see my dad’s name flash across the screen. Even though Danielle has been put on the transplant list, she’s definitely not out of the woods. She won’t be until she actually gets her new lungs and they take to her body.

I sit back and bring the phone to my ear.

“Everything okay with Danielle, Dad?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just need you to come home. They need me at work.”

I lean my head back against the window and close my eyes, releasing a frustrated breath. “When?”

“Now. I need to leave within the next thirty minutes.”

Rylee sits up next to me and a moment later, her hand drops to my thigh. I lift my head and look at her. Her bra is snapped back into place and she’s righted her shirt. The sun set hours ago, but the moon is in just the right spot to shine in the truck and show off the flushed look on her cheeks.

It pisses me off that I can’t enjoy that look and make it more pronounced.

“Okay, I’ll be there in twenty.” My irritation evident.

“Sorry, son. I know you had plans tonight with Rylee.”

“It’s alright.”

It has to be. I’ve got no other choice.

“See you at home.”

I hang up and toss my phone on the dash before raking my fingers through my hair. It’s still damp with sweat from the fight.

“I’ve got to get home. Dad needs to head into work.”

“Okay,” Rylee says quietly.

I grip her hand and yank her until she’s against my chest. I lean down and kiss her, needing one more taste before I have to give her up for the night. She melts into me, making it damn hard to let her go.

Her eyes are soft when she lifts her head.

“Buckle in, baby.”

“Am I allowed to sit here now?” she asks, giving me a sexy grin.