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Those Three Little Words (The Vancouver Agitators, #2)(116)

Author:Meghan Quinn

Blood. There was so much blood.

Lots and lots of blood.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Right there. Ohhh, Eli. I owe you so much after this.”

BLOOD!

He needed six stitches.

They did it without Novocain.

“You’re giving me chills.” Her butt lifts up against my cock.

TOENAILS.

He didn’t cut his toenails. I remember telling him he should have cut them in case of something like going to the hospital for stitches ever happened.

Because blood . . . all of the blood.

“Eli?”

“Yes?” I croak.

“I . . . I’m a little embarrassed, but . . .” She turns and covers her breasts as she makes it all the way to her back, and I’m straddling her, staring down at her gorgeous, blushed face. “I’m incredibly turned on right now. This is crazy, but hey, my doctor told me to give in to the urge, so, could you hand me my vibrator that’s in the nightstand and give me a little privacy?”

My mouth goes absolutely dry.

My ears sound off a ringing tone that I’m not sure where it’s coming from.

And my arousal spikes to an all-new level.

“I know, awkward, but if I don’t take care of this before work, I’m going to have a really rough day. I’ll be quick, and then we can enjoy some French toast.”

“S-sure,” I say, stumbling over my words as I reach into her nightstand and find a pink vibrator. I stare at it for a few seconds, completely and utterly jealous, and hand it to her.

“Thank you,” she says as she switches it on.

The buzzing sound drowns out every other sound in the apartment, and I watch, fixated, as she brings it close to the small triangle of her thong.

She chuckles. “Uh, are you going to stick around for a show?”

“What? Oh, shit . . . sorry, no. I think I’ll go wash the lotion off my hands.” I quickly disappear into the bathroom and shut the door as the buzzing sound echoes through the apartment. The only thing separating us is this door as I hear her masturbate.

She’s pleasuring herself, and I have nothing to do with it.

“Ohhh, yes,” I hear her say.

My dick pulses against my briefs, and before I can even think twice about it, I press one hand against the door and release my cock with the other.

It aches against my palm, so sick of my hand, wanting me desperately to plow through this door and bury itself so deep inside Penny that we might not ever return.

“Mmm, God,” she moans, and the bed slightly creaks beneath her.

Is she moving her pelvis? Are her nipples hard?

Is her chest arching off the mattress?

If only I could see, if only I could be the one making her wet . . . making her come.

But I can’t, and that’s so fucking infuriating.

I smooth my already lotioned hand along the tip of my cock where precum has settled, and I rub it along my painful length that has grown with the mental images of Penny naked flashing through my mind.

“Oh, I’m going to come,” she says. It isn’t loud, almost a whisper, but just loud enough for me to hear, for me to indulge.

I pump my hand faster, tugging, pulling, jacking so hard and so fast that I don’t have a moment to breathe as I feel my orgasm bloom at the base of my spine.

Jesus, it’s right there.

My balls tighten, my stomach bottoms out, and my dick grows even harder as I frantically pump.

“Oh my God,” she cries out, and I know, I know she’s fucking coming all over that vibrator. But I envision it differently.

It takes me back to my bedroom, where my dick is so deep inside her sweet pussy that I can barely think straight. She’s pulsing around me, milking my cock until there’s nothing left inside me.

Her smell.

Her taste on my lips.

Her intoxicating moans.

The grip her pussy has on my cock.

Fuck . . .

My hand stills, and my cock swells right before I come, my orgasm tearing through me with such force that I have to drop my head to the door for support.

“Fuck,” I whisper, catching my breath. I slowly pump a few more times and then drop my hand from my cock and place my forearm on the door in front of me.

That did nothing for me.

Sure, it was a release, but it didn’t help this burning desire racing up and down my spine.

It doesn’t relieve the need I have for her.

It only took a tiny edge off.

Not sure it will be enough.

Hell, I know it’s not enough.

Because if it were my choice, I’d burst through this door and make her sit on my goddamn face until I made her come three fucking times with my tongue.