18. Is That A Request?
EIGHTEEN
IS THAT A REQUEST?
Eve
I pull Lach closer, grinding against his denim-covered cock. I’m seconds away from having an orgasm just from dry humping. His breathing hitches, a ragged, desperate sound as if he’s about to lose control. In the few weeks I’ve known him, he’s always appeared calm and collected, except when it comes to me. I’m the one he loses control over, and I fucking love it.
Breaking away from our kiss, I drop my leg to the floor. Using the wall, I slide down, feeling every ridge and valley of his abs as I drag my hand down until I’m eye level with his cock. He rests his palms against the wall, shadowing me from what little light shines in the break room, and peers down at me.
“What are you doing, Eve?” His voice is raspy.
My fingers trail along the waistband of his jeans. “I need something to suck on.”
With one quick motion, I flick the button open and peel back the denim, yanking it over his hips. I salivate at the sight of his thick cock stretching the cotton boxer briefs. Leaning in, I drag my lips over his bulge. He sucks in a sharp breath from the contact. One of his hands drops, and his fingers thread through my hair.
“Take me out. Show me how much you can take in that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Is that a request?”
“No. It’s a fucking demand.” His voice is deep and gravelly.
Like a turkey thermometer, my nipples spring to life beneath my shirt. Lach going alpha male on me is the biggest turn-on ever. “I guess I better be a good girl and do what I’m told.” With my fingers wrapped under the elastic, I pull down. His cock springs free. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. I wrap my fingers around the silky-smooth base and swirl my tongue around the head. A deep groan sounds above me, spurring me to continue. I suck the crown into my mouth like a lollipop.
Lach’s fingers tangle in my hair. “Show me how much you like my cock in your mouth.”
With my hand still on the base of his shaft, I slowly slide my mouth down his length. When I’m about halfway, I pull back up.
“You can do better than that.” His other hand drops from the wall, and he wraps his fingers around his cock. I release my grip, letting my hand fall away. The head of his cock glides across my mouth as he paints my lips with his pre-cum.
“Open,” he commands, his voice sharp.
I part my lips.
“Stick your tongue out.”
I do as he says, and he rests his cock on my tongue. Slowly, he tunnels himself in and out of my open mouth.
My scalp tingles as his grip on my hair tightens. “You look so fucking gorgeous with my dick in your mouth. Now be a good girl and suck.”
I peer up at him through my lashes and close my mouth around his cock. My hands grip the outside of his thick thighs as he thrusts his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I take over, bobbing up and down on his shaft. Removing a hand from his thigh, I curl my fingers around his length and slide up and down in tandem with my mouth.
His chest rumbles with a low, rough sound. “Keep going. Just like that.”
His cock twitches in my mouth. I know he won’t last much longer. With the flat of my tongue, I run it along the underside of his length. At the tip, I suck the crown into my mouth and release it with a pop. I wrap my lips around the silky skin and slide down. The tip hits the back of my throat, and I fight a gag. His leg trembles under my fingertips. His groans mix with my slurping sounds. I drag my mouth up his cock and back down while twisting my hand around his base.
“Fuck. Sunflower. Your mouth feels too fucking good. I’m going to come.”
I love I make him lose control. The sex goddess, or mouth goddess, in this case, deserves a crown. But mostly I love the nickname. I double my efforts, and within seconds, his hot cum hits the back of my throat. He grunts and groans while his hips buck. I swallow every last drop of him. When he’s finished, I pull off. His still semi-hard cock bobs in front of me. I wipe the corners of my mouth before rising to my feet.
“Oh fuck. That was… Can I keep you?”
I giggle. “As long as you promise to repay the favor.”
“Name the time and place.” He nuzzles my neck, pressing a kiss right below my ear.
I want to tell him right here, right now, but we need to finish cleaning the bar, or Jake will get suspicious about why I’m walking through the door so late. I doubt he’d appreciate me telling him his best friend offered orgasm services. With a light tug, I pull his boxer briefs and jeans up over his hips. He adjusts himself before pulling up the zipper and fastening the button.
“The time will come. But for now, I’ll just go home and fuck myself with my vibrator while I imagine you calling me Sunflower.”
“I wish I could be there to witness that.” His soft lips press against my neck.
“Next time. But also, Sunflower?” I pull away and lift an eyebrow. “When did we create nicknames for each other?” I remember he used it the night in the hotel room, but I thought nothing of it, mostly because I never thought I’d hear it again.
“You started it, Kat. But I like Sunflower more.” His lips press against the sunflower tattoo below my ear. “Because of this right here.”
I lift my chin to give him better access. “Mmm. If you don’t stop, I’ll be pulling out my Go Directly to Pussy Licking card .”
“Time away makes the pussy grow fonder,” he mumbles against my skin.
I laugh and shove at his chest. His step falters. “And with a line like that, my pussy has now retreated inside itself. Let’s finish closing so we can get out of here.”
I indeed spent the early morning hours with my vibrator, and I imagined Lach the entire time. I was on the verge of suffocating myself with a pillow while trying to keep quiet so Jake didn’t hear me.
Yesterday, I checked the schedule, and I’m a little disappointed I won’t be closing with Lach again. Oral sex in the break room part two would be a fun closing task to cross off the to-do list. Instead, I’m closing with Nora. I love her free spirit, and she’s not afraid of my brother. That’s the type of woman he needs in his life. Since I’m going in early with Jake, I’ll get to see Lach before he leaves from working the early shift, though I doubt I’ll get a few minutes alone with him.
I’m a few steps behind Jake as we enter Porter’s. Before I’m fully through the doorway, my gaze shoots to behind the bar. My lips curve into a smile when I spot Lach. His back is to me, but as soon as he spins around, our eyes connect. He freezes for a brief moment. Even from across the bar, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes is noticeable. His gaze drifts next to me, and his smile falters. He offers Jake a chin lift before diverting his attention back to the customer across from him. I continue to follow Jake to his office. He takes a seat behind the desk, and I sit in the armchair across from him.
With my hands resting in my lap, I pick at my cuticles. It’s time I stop sitting still and take some chances. Or a chance. I clear my throat. “I think I want to move back to Harbor Highlands.” Jake lifts his head. His forehead wrinkles, unsure what I’m talking about. “At least for a while. A change of scenery might be good for me.”
“Did you hear from your boss? Is he selling the business?”
My gaze drops to my lap. My heart hammers in my throat. I need to do this. Rip the band-aid off. “About that. I don’t have a job.” I hold my breath in anticipation of what he’s going to say to me.
“What do you mean?”
I inhale deeply, calming my nerves. “I lied. My boss isn’t selling the business. But also, I no longer work for him.”
“You got fired!”
I flinch. “Thanks for assuming the worst. No. I quit.” I hold my head high and square my shoulders. Act confident. He’ll believe I know what I’m doing.
“So you have another job lined up?”
“No. But I had a good reason.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “What the hell, Eve? You quit and came here. Then what?”
I throw my hands in the air. “I don’t know, but I’ll figure something out.”
“You need to do something with your life. I know you got the shit end of the deal with your business, but you need to pick yourself up and start again.”
My blood boils. Yes, I made a couple of poor decisions, but they don’t define me. “We all can’t have a bar given to us when we hit rock bottom.” Jake’s shoulders slump. I sucker punched him in the gut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. My life is floundering, and coming here seemed like the best option.” My head drops forward, and I stare at my hands in my lap. “I quit because my boyfriend, who was also my boss, is married, and I just found out.”
Silence fills the room.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” His once angry scowl morphs into a slightly less angry one.
Heat creeps up my neck and floods my cheeks. Being vulnerable is not in my nature. Deflection is more in my wheelhouse, but it’s Jake. He deserves the truth. “Because I’m embarrassed. Who doesn’t know their boyfriend is married?”
“Eve. Look at me.”
I lift my head and meet his gaze. Tears prick the corner of my eyes.
“It’s not your fault.”
I blow out a breath. “Truth be told, there’s nothing keeping me in Knoxville anymore.”
“I always have a room at my house for you.”
The corner of my mouth twitches. “I’d hate to cramp your style.”
“It’s fine.”
“If you have a girl over, just tell me and I’ll disappear. Maybe put a sock on the doorknob.” I smirk.
“That won’t be necessary,” he deadpans.
“Just in case. Keep that info in your pocket.” I slide my hand over an imaginary shirt pocket.
“I’ll make room in the garage for your car so you can have somewhere to park.”
A humorless laugh bubbles out of me. “Well, about that… I don’t have a car anymore.” I hunch my shoulders and roll my lips together.
He glares at me. “Spill it, Eve.”
“It was about a month back I got rear-ended. I’m fine. But the car, not so much. Insurance totaled it because of the expense to replace all the sensors and electronics. I’ve been able to get around with rides with friends or Uber. Grocery delivery has become my new best friend.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, so no car. I’ll find you one because I’m certainly not playing chauffeur.”
“But I could get you one of those cute little golf hats.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Fine. No hat. But will you come with me to move all my stuff?”
“Oh. Um.” He rubs the back of his neck. “That’s a tough ask. I have the bar.”
“Maybe a few days away from the bar?—”
A knock on the door interrupts us.
Lach appears in the doorway, looking like a snack. “Jake, the health inspector is here.” He hikes his thumb behind him.
“Alright, thanks.” Jake rises to his feet.
My gaze drifts to Lach. The corner of my mouth twitches into a smile. I spin around to face Jake. “Since you’re busy with the bar, Lach can help me.”
“Help with what?” Lach asks.
“Getting my stuff from Knoxville and bringing it back to Harbor Highlands.”
His eyes widen. “I don’t know.” His words hang heavy in the air. “Shouldn’t Jake help with that?”
Twisting in my chair, I face Lach. “He doesn’t want to leave his bar. And some of my stuff is heavy. So, I could really use a guy’s help.” I give him a tight nod, praying he realizes this gives us an opportunity to spend time together, alone. No prying eyes. Just an orgasmic good time.
“You know what? I like that idea,” Jake interrupts. “I’ll rearrange the schedule with Rylee to get Lach a few days off. I’ll even make it paid. That cool with you?”
I ping-pong between Jake and Lach.
“Yeah.” Lach exhales a deep breath. “I can do that.”
Jake rounds the corner of his desk and stops in front of Lach. He clasps him on the shoulder. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.” Leaning in, he whispers, “I trust you’ll keep her out of trouble.” But he doesn’t say it quietly enough so I don’t hear.
I roll my eyes. The protective big brother doing what he does best. Little does he know Lach is a willing participant in my trouble. Between the sheets. On top of the sheets. Wrapped in the sheet. A lot of sheet action will be happening.
“Yeah. That’s what I do,” Lach says.
“Alright. I better get out there.” Jake strolls out of the office and down the hallway.
Lach watches until he’s out of sight, then he spins around. “What the hell was that?”
I stand and strut toward Lach. When the tips of my shoes touch his, I stop. “Now we get a few days alone while we move my stuff to Harbor Highlands. You’re welcome.” I bat my lashes and flash him a sultry smile.
He leans closer to me. “Wait. You’re staying?”
I nod. A sexy smirk, the one that makes me clench my thighs together, flirts on his lips. Yes. This is the best idea I’ve ever had.