Chapter 32 Avery
AVERY
Kissing Beck was like sinking into a luscious piece of cake. Kissing Noah was like falling back onto soft grass in summer.
But kissing Dane? Kissing Dane was like having all the thoughts that held me hostage smashed to bits by a giant hammer.
It should have been painful, destructive.
Instead it was freeing.
There was no room for thought. No room to think about my dad and his replacement family.
No room to think about my life in the city, which was starting to look weirdly bland compared to life in the strange town of Blackwell Hollow.
There was no room to feel bad about the fact that I hadn’t stayed in touch with Aunt Evelyn or about the complexity of selling the house and bakery.
There wasn’t even room to think about Beck and Noah.
There was just Dane’s big hands sliding into my hair and the press of his muscular body against mine, so demanding I was bowed back over the wood table in the courtroom.
I slid my arms up the granite wall of his chest and wrapped them around his neck, then pressed myself tightly against him, opening my lips in answer to the demands of his tongue.
I gasped into his mouth as his dick hit my stomach, close enough to my now-throbbing pussy that a yawn of raw lust opened up at my center, tempting me to strip off my shorts, unzip his pants, guide him inside me right then and there even though a few hours earlier I would have said he was a huge pain in my ass.
The room spun as he pillaged my mouth, taking everything I had to give and demanding even more. His tongue was a firebrand leaving sparks in its wake, lighting me up like the night sky on the Fourth of July.
He ran his hands down my sides, then worked them between our bodies to squeeze my tits. He pinched my erect nipples over my shirt, and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me breathless.
I ran my hands down his chest, over his abs, and down to where his dick strained against his jeans. I rubbed his thick shaft and he broke our kiss with something like a growl and kissed his way down my neck.
Goose bumps rose on my skin when he slipped his hands under my shirt, and I sighed at the heat of his palm against my skin as he pulled down my bra and squeezed my tit in his hand.
I unfastened his jeans and reached for the zipper, then gasped when he bit down on my neck. My pussy throbbed as he sucked, and I unzipped his pants and slid my hand into his underwear to wrap my hand around his dick.
He groaned against my neck, then lifted up my shirt to suck my tit.
I slid my free hand into his hair and tightened my fingers around the short strands. “Dane…”
It wasn’t a protest. It was an exclamation of surprise. How could someone so hard, so cold, set my body on fire? How could the mouth that had delivered hurtful words about how I’d abandoned Aunt Evelyn tease my erect nipples with such practiced strokes of his tongue?
And how could I want him inside me so very, very much?
He pulled away from my tit with a gasp. “I’m going to have to taste you if you don’t want me to come in your hand.”
I stroked him faster. “Maybe I do want you to come in my hand.”
He let out a guttural gasp and removed my hand from his jeans. “Not yet. Not until I bury my face in that pussy.”
He dropped to his knees and pulled down my shorts, taking my underwear with them. I probably should have felt some kind of way about standing with my ass out in a court of law, but honestly all I could think about was getting Dane’s mouth on my cunt ASAP.
He tapped the inside of my thigh. “Wider.”
I widened my stance and he ran his fingers through my wet slit. “Jesus fuck, Avery. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
Because it was. Because right then I wasn’t thinking about Beck or Noah or anything but Dane’s mouth and fingers and dick.
He made circles over my clit with two fingers and I thought I might actually die from the pleasure of it.
“Look at this little clit,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to cover it with my tongue, suck on it until you scream.”
A shiver ran up my spine, not only because of what he was doing to me but because of what he was saying. Hearing the words gave me a subversive thrill, sending a shock of feverish hunger through my body, stoking the embers of the fire that had been building at my center.
He reached up with his other hand and spread my pussy open, but before I could register shock at being so on display, he covered my pussy with his mouth.
The heat of it on my most private place was a shock, and I gasped with surprise, then moaned with pleasure when he shoved his tongue through my slit and up into my channel.
“Oh my…”
“‘God' is the word you’re looking for,” he murmured against my pussy.
He was right. Oh my gravy just didn’t cover it.
“It’s okay,” he said between laps at my pussy, “you can say all the dirty words with me, baby girl.”
I held on to his head as he buried his face in my pussy, licking and lapping at my clit, dipping his tongue back into my channel, still spread wide by his hands.
“Did you let Beck and Noah eat this sweet pussy yet?”
“No…”
“Good.” He sounded genuinely relieved. “I like knowing I’m the first one to taste you.”
I moaned as he shoved two fingers inside me. “What about this? Did you let them finger-fuck you yet?”
I hesitated. “Yes. Beck.”
I yelped in surprised when Dane slapped my clit, but it was the good kind of surprise, not the bad kind.
Color me shocked.
“That’s okay,” he soothed, petting my clit like a favorite pet. “My tongue was inside you first.”
The thought of it caused a fresh swell of heat to rush to my pussy, and I moved my hips on his mouth, beyond shame, driven only by the needs of my body, the darkened courtroom a kind of cocoon that made me forget all about the outside world.
“Fuck yes,” Dane breathed on my pussy. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“That’s a good girl. Come on my face so I can drink you up.”
He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked, driving his fingers deeper inside me, and I rocked on his face, holding his head in place as I reached for the orgasm barreling toward me like a freight train.
His mouth was so hot, so wet on my pussy. It sent me into pleasure overload, and my mind shut off completely, my body hurtling through space where there was nothing but the bliss rocketing through my body, my skin tingling as I climbed toward the promised release.
And that was when the door opened behind me, bright lights washing over us in the small courtroom.
“Oh god… sorry!” I turned my head to see Rosie standing in the doorway, her mouth hanging open in surprise. “Not what I expected after a murder meeting but okay!”
Dane plucked my shorts off the floor and tossed them toward me. “What the fuck, Rosie?”
I held the shorts in front of my naked bottom half, which did nothing to prevent me from praying a hole would open in the floor and swallow me up.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Rosie’s curly red hair was tousled, and she pushed her pink glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Have you seen Mayor Biscuit?”
“No!” we both said at the same time.
“Cool.” She started to close the door. “Do you need water or something? I can come back to look for Mayor Biscuit. Scratch that. I’m not coming back, I’m staying. I’m emotionally invested now.”
“Get. Out,” Dane bellowed.
She flashed us a thumbs-up. “Of course. You got it. This isn’t the time for company.” She started to close the door, then opened it again. “You should probably lock this.”
I sat on the edge of the lawyer’s table and covered my face with my hands as the door closed behind her.
“Goddamn it,” Dane said.
“I don’t even care that you’re swearing right now,” I said into my hands.
He peeled them away from my face. “Don’t worry about Rosie.”
“The whole town will know by morning.”
“Nothing we can do about that.”
“Sugar,” I muttered. What was I supposed to tell Beck? And Noah? “This was a mistake.”
It was bad enough that I’d been on the verge of fucking two of my employees. Two of Aunt Evelyn’s employees. What even was my life if I added a third?
Dane jerked away from me and zipped up his jeans. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
I pulled on my shorts and smoothed my shirt, trying to act dignified, which wasn’t easy considering Dane’s face had been between my thighs just minutes before. “That would be best.”
“Agreed.” His voice was hoarse. He gestured toward the door where Rosie had been standing a moment before. “Should we…?”
“Um, yeah. Yep! We definitely should.”
He held out a hand, indicating that I should go first, and I made my way down the aisle of the empty courtroom, wondering why all I wanted to do was turn off the lights.
Why I wanted to rewind the clock.