Chapter 37
MELLY
He came and got me. Got me out of that house.
Grabbed Fred and the little dog bed she’d been laying in and put us in his big truck. Anger pumped off him in waves. So was all that male testosterone.
Big hands clenched the steering wheel, making manly forearm muscles and veins bulge.
“Daniel–”
“Don’t be pissed I pulled you out of there. There was no fucking way I was leaving you with those two. They’re swingers and they have zero boundar–” He sucked in a breath, then ran a hand down his face. “Boundaries.”
“Swingers. Like in swapping partners?” I never really thought of it that way. That they were in a relationship but not committed to having sex with only each other.
“Yeah. I might need a bath for the way your mother eye fucked me. And may have to pull out that woodchipper for Roger and his wandering dick if he kept drooling at you.”
I nodded. “You’re right. They absolutely are swingers.”
“Rule number one in the contract: No sharing.” His jaw clenched. “You may have said we’re done, but I haven’t left town yet. No fucking sharing.”
I turned in my seat, bent my left knee so I could face Daniel. He was serious. And furious. And protective. And… hot.
“I don’t want Roger.” To prove that I shifted some more so I could reach over the center console and work on his belt buckle.
He looked down at my hands. “What are you–”
“I don’t want Roger. Or his dick.”
I got the zipper down and my hand in his jeans.
“Melly,” he said.
“I want this dick.”
He practically swerved off the road, then slammed on the brakes, the tires sliding in the dirt.
Looking out the window, I saw that we were almost to Daniel’s house, but he’d pulled off onto one of the farm access roads. Cars could come by, but a hundred feet down the dirt lane, we had privacy.
Good.
He lifted his hips for me and pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough for his dick to spring free. “This isn’t part of the contract,” he reminded, completely in contradiction to his actions.
I took hold of him again, stroked him from root to tip.
In all of the times we’d had sex, I hadn’t really gotten my hands on Daniel’s dick.
It wasn’t as if he’d pushed me away from it or that I hadn’t wanted it.
We’d only been too busy doing other things.
Yes, I said goodbye to him the night before.
Told him to have a nice life. But he’d saved me and well, we had one more night.
I wanted him to have a nice life. I meant it, but he could start it tomorrow.
“Add it,” I said, then leaned down and took the flared crown into my mouth.