Golden Rule (Kings of Cypress Pointe Golden Empire #1)

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

West

“ Y ou’re quiet,” Blue says.

My guess is that hopeful tone to her voice means she’s praying my bad mood has nothing to do with the meeting, but it does. I trust her with everything in me, but Seth? I’m not wrong about him.

She glances over when I don’t respond, staring as I make a right turn, heading toward the pharmacy to pick up the scripts Dr. Tyler called in. I’m not ignoring her. I just know we’ve had more arguments than usual lately, and I don’t want that today. I want to get home and have peace. I want to get there and enjoy my wife without the added tension.

“I’m good,” I finally answer, knowing she’ll think I’m pissed at her if I say nothing at all.

I feel her eyes on me, though, which usually means she’s got more to say.

“You hated him.”

I take a breath, letting my silence speak for itself.

“If it makes you feel better, I can find another contractor. He’s not the only person in town who?—”

“No,” I cut in. “I’m not sending you on a wild goose chase, Babe. You found someone you trust with the project, someone who sees your vision, and that’s not always a given. I’m fine. Really.”

I place a hand on her thigh to reassure her I won’t be a dick moving forward. Besides, my faith in her is so strong, I know I’ve got nothing to worry about.

“Thank you.”

Her voice is soft and sweet, and I’m sorry I ever made her feel like she needed to make changes.

“Can you at least tell me what got under your skin today?”

I think it over and shrug. “Can’t really put my finger on any one thing. There was just… something about him. Like he’s just waiting for an opportunity.”

“Yeah, but, you know that if he ever tried something, you wouldn’t have to do anything about it. I would. Any kind of interaction with us will only ever be professional.”

I smile at that, because she’s right. She’s never been a girl who needs anyone to step in to rescue her, but that doesn’t change the fact that that’s what’s in my nature to do. Even before she became legally mine.

“I know. But thanks for the reminder.”

She smiles again. “Of course.”

I fall quiet like before, focused on the road, trying to erase that smug face from memory; however, something else he said pops into my head.

“But what was that shit about me not being home? Not having enough time for you?”

Blue smiles and I catch it in my peripheral vision. Then she shakes her head, searching for something inside her purse.

“Then, he just sits there,” I add, still on a rant. “That asshole was actually pretending to be innocent, like he wasn’t testing me.”

Blonde hair whips toward me as Blue gathers it into a ponytail, wrapping the hair tie she found around it. Then, when she’s done, she undoes her seatbelt and leans toward me.

“What are you doing?”

The question leaves my mouth, but half a second later, I understand even without her explanation.

“You’re tense,” she says. “So… I’m doing something about it.”

Her hand smooths across my crotch after she speaks, and with so little contact, I’m hard as a brick. My heart races ten times faster when she undoes the button of my jeans, then lowers my zipper. She works her hand into the slit of my boxers, and I’m grateful for blacked out windows when she grips my cock, freeing it from the fabric.

“Focus on the road,” she demands, and that’s a lot easier said than done when the next sensation I’m hit with is the feel of her tongue sweeping over the tip of my dick. She squeezes just enough to drive me insane, then lowers her mouth onto me completely, taking as much of my length as she can.

“Holy shit.”

The heat of her soft, wet mouth consumes me, and the sound of her sucking and slurping fills the cab of the truck. Without missing a beat, she reaches for the volume knob and cranks it up, overloading my senses with loud music that becomes the soundtrack to her incessant bobbing on my cock.

I’ve already accepted that I won’t last very long.

We approach an intersection, and because I’m distracted by the pressure building, I slam on the brakes at the last second, nearly rear-ending the garbage truck in front of us. Blue giggles, knowing she’s the cause of my reckless driving, and the vibration in her throat only makes my cock more sensitive.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” I warn her, and at my words, she slips a hand underneath my shirt, stroking my stomach and chest as she sucks harder, faster, massaging the veins in my shaft with her tongue.

Another near accident—this time with a biker crossing the crosswalk—and I make a snap decision. The next alleyway we approach, I turn down the narrow passage, and don’t even bother being discreet, slamming on the brakes beside a random dumpster behind a sandwich shop. The second the truck is in park, my hands are free, so I’m touching her, moving her ponytail out of her face, stroking her back because that’s the only part of her I can reach at this angle.

My head falls back, making a loud thud against the headrest as I hit the button to recline a little. She’s killing me, relentlessly sucking me in, driving me so insane that I bite down on my own fist.

It feels like a jolt of tingling electricity shoots through my limbs as she focuses her attention on my tip, sucking only there now. I’m tense beyond belief, but it’s the good kind of tension, which I think she knows based on how I can hardly catch my fucking breath.

I place my hand on top of hers where it covers my heart, and when I can’t hold back anymore…

“Fucking hell,” I groan, exploding in her mouth. At the first taste of my cum hitting her tongue, she sucks harder, swallowing everything, squeezing my chest as my heart beats wildly beneath her palm.

It feels like I’m coming forever, but she never stops, devouring my dick until the literal last drop is drained out of me.

She lowers the radio’s volume now, and I’m too relaxed to move even when she sits straight again, undoing her ponytail to let the length of her hair fall over her shoulders.

“Shit.”

That single, breathy word is the only one I can formulate right now. Blue seems to notice I’m incapacitated and decides to tuck me back into my underwear. But before she can zip my jeans, a shadow darkens the driver-side window just before an officer knocks.

“Fuck. Fuck!” I fumble with my zipper as I raise my seat, but then I give up in favor of lowering my t-shirt over the top of my jeans instead.

Blue straightens her shirt, then tries to look innocent in the passenger seat as I lower my window.

“Good afternoon, Officer.”

“Good afternoon,” he says back, and a moment later, recognition sets in. “West Golden.”

His expression is still friendly, so I assume he recognizes me from football and not the bullshit my father pulled in this city years ago.

“Didn’t realize it was you,” he says. “I saw an expensive vehicle parked down here, and windows tinted this dark usually means someone wants to hide illegal activity, so…”

“No problem. We were just about to leave.”

“Good idea. This really isn’t the safest place to be parked,” he smiles.

“Understood. We’ll head out now.”

He nods, but the next second, his gaze shifts down and mine follows, realizing he can see just enough of my lowered zipper to know my pants are undone. His expressions shifts as he connects the dots.

“May I see some ID, ma’am?” he asks, and Blue doesn’t hesitate, removing it from the back of her phone case where she keeps it for convenience.

“Sure. Here you go.”

The officer studies it for a bit, then hands it back. “Sorry about that, Mrs. Golden. I just had to make sure this wasn’t… well… something else.”

Yeah, he was definitely making sure my wife isn’t a sex worker.

“You folks have a good evening, you hear? Be safe.”

I nod. “You do the same, Sir.”

He gives the truck a onceover as he returns to his cruiser, and I’m smiling at Blue the second he climbs back in.

“He totally just checked to make sure I… to make sure you…” she stammers.

I’m already nodding, confirming that he did, in fact, just check to make sure she was my wife and hadn’t just been paid for her services.

Her mouth falls completely open as shock sets in, and the sight of it makes me laugh even harder.

“West! That’s not funny!”

I’m not surprised when she slaps my chest, but the sound of her own laughter follows.

I straighten my expression, doing my best to stop smiling. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

She lets me bring her closer, planting a kiss in the middle of her forehead.

“Come on, let’s get your meds and go home before we get arrested for indecent exposure or something.”

She tries to hold back her smile, but it doesn’t work.

“We’re telling no one about this,” she says, an air of warning in her tone.

“Are you kidding me? The crew can’t not know. You’d really deprive our friends of a story like this? That’s almost criminal.”

She attempts to slap my chest again, but this time I catch her hand midair, placing a kiss on the back of it. I keep it, clutching it as we drive, and I swear I’m just as into her, just as fucking obsessed with her as I was when I first had the privilege to call her mine.

The strength of this feeling, along with the strength of our bond, settles the last of my discontentment from the meeting. I’m committed to making this project as smooth and easy for her as it can possibly be, because that’s all she deserves.

The best of everything.

@QweenPandora:

Uh oh!

Did #KingMidas and #NewGirl have a little run-in with the law? They’ve been spotted parked in an alley, chatting it up with a concerned officer. No details on what the offense was, but you know I’ll have my ear to the ground for answers.

Thanks for the scoop…

Later, peeps :)

—P