Chapter 37 #2
“Good girl.” I kissed her, swallowing down her sexy pleas and moans until she was coming for me. “Good fucking girl, come for me. Give me what I want, Goldie.”
“Rhea,” She whispered, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as her pussy squeezed my fingers, her wetness dripping down my knuckles as her hips stilled and her breathing rushed out against my mouth. “Oh, my God.”
I pulled my hand from her jeans and lifted my fingers to my face, slowly sucking them into my mouth as she watched with lust crazed eyes.
I moaned, tasting her orgasm on my skin, barely fighting off the urge to pull her jeans down and taste her firsthand right there on the hot asphalt of my workplace. Just barely.
“Where’s Tanner?” I asked, and she blinked a few times as if she were trying to keep up with my questions through her hazy mind.
“I don’t—” she stammered, “I don’t know. His place, I think.”
“Go to him.” I said, zipping her jeans back up, getting one last look at the tiny little bow on the front of her pink cotton panties before buttoning everything closed. “Take that wet pussy to him to clean up for me.”
“You’re diabolical.” She whispered, shaking her head. “I want you. I wish you weren’t working a twenty-four-hour shift.”
“I know.” I agreed. “Me either. But that’s why you’re going to let Thomas take Jasper back to the bakery, and you’re going to drive straight to Tanner’s place and let him taste what I did to you. You’re going to let him take care of you.”
“Mmh,” She whined, not because I was pushing her toward Tanner, we both loved every single thing that man did to us. But because I wasn’t coming with her. “I want you both.”
“Tomorrow.” I assured her. “I’m off for the next two days, then you’ll have us both. But tonight, you’re going to go to him. And you’re going to send me pictures of him taking care of you. Do you understand?”
“Fuck,” she groaned, nodding her head. “He’s going to love that.”
“I know.” I grinned, leaning in and kissing her firmly. “And so am I. Now get out of here before I change my mind and take you in on the kitchen counter and unwrap you for my dinner.”
Goldie grinned, nodding her head. “Yes, ma’am.”
Now it was my turn to groan. Pushing back out of her embrace, I nodded to her car, and she leaned in, getting a little cardboard box with her bakery stamp on the side, handing it to me.
Opening the lid, I saw the delicious concoction she made me when she knew I needed a little extra sweetness in my life and moaned, already knowing it was going to taste delicious.
“This is going straight to my love handles.” I feigned complaining as she got in and started her car.
“You can work it off tomorrow.” She winked and pulled out of the parking lot, heading in the opposite direction from her bakery and home.
Headed to Tanner’s place.
And there wasn’t an ounce of jealousy in my chest as I watched her.
Longing, yes.
Envy, yes.
Desire, hell yes.
But no true jealousy from knowing they’d be together tonight without me.
And God, that was an incredible feeling.
“Where the hell is she going?” Jasper sputtered as he stood with his hands on his hips, watching my girl drive off.
“To get laid.” I said frankly, and his jaw snapped shut in—shock?
Did I manage to shock Jasper Wilde? Damn.
I should have recorded it. I noticed a familiar pair of blue eyes looking at Goldie’s best friend from the door to the living quarters in the empty bay and figured I’d see if there was anything to the claim Goldie had made earlier.
“Thomas, would you mind running Jasper back to the bakery? Goldie had to split.”
Jasper whipped his head toward me, and then looked over his shoulder to where the mysterious man stood in the shadows. “What?” He said quietly, before glancing back at me suspiciously.
I shrugged my shoulders with a smirk.
“Sure.” Thomas said evenly, walking out into the twilight night with us, swinging his truck keys around his finger. “Are you good with that?” He asked Jasper as he got closer.
There was something about the question. The genuine curiosity in Jasper’s feelings coming from Thomas made me pause and wonder if Goldie was right.
Thomas was a hard nut to crack, given how quiet he was. But he was never anything but respectful and honorable. But was he gay? Or bi?
“Yeah,” Jasper said, with a slight squeak to his voice, belying the confidence he always showed off when he interacted with men. “Yes.” He repeated, firmer this time. “I’m good. I appreciate it.”
“No problem.” Thomas said, walking over to the passenger side of his truck in the parking lot and opening the door for his guest. Was that just a polite gesture or something—deeper?
Jasper stood in place next to me, his mouth opening and closing as his feet stayed frozen, shocked by the display.
“Go,” I whispered to him, nudging him with my shoulder. “You don’t want to miss your chance.”
Jasper looked over his shoulder at me, and then his feet shot off as he all but ran to the side of Thomas’s truck before jumping up into the passenger seat.
I hid my grin as Thomas shut the door and walked around to the driver's side, a peculiar flush to his cheeks as he waved at me.
Well damn.
She was right after all. But I guess Goldie usually was.