Chapter Thirteen
Avery had been joking when he told Jo not to worry; it would fit. Now, as he fingerbanged her through her orgasm, he wasn’t so sure. He’d barely managed to double up. But Jesus Christ, he was brick-hard and needed inside her.
The pulsing contractions of her pussy lessened, and her thighs relaxed, giving up their death grip on his shoulders. He withdrew his fingers, lapped up the escaping juices, and licked his fingers clean, then took one last swipe across her little button.
A wispy gasp slipped past the roar of blood in his ears as the fingers in his hair tightened and her whole body shuddered.
Long waves of auburn silk spilled over her shoulders and down her bowed back.
Her tits jiggled, nipples hard, like little pink bullets.
Dark sooty eyelashes fanned flushed cheeks, and a dusting of freckles dotted the bridge of her upturned nose.
Fucking beautiful.
He wiped the back of his sleeve across his chin and began kissing his way up her flat belly, intent on giving her more. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with satisfaction, fluttered open and met his. A smile played on her lips, soft and feminine and red from his kisses.
His gut tightened on a growl. While he liked the tough, take-no-shit side of Jo, he loved this seductively vulnerable side of her. “I could watch you come all day long.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered, pulling herself upright and drawing him closer with a tug on his hair until their lips crashed in a hungry kiss of tongue and teeth.
Fuck, he wanted her, but their options were limited. He wouldn’t take her on the dirty floor. Well, maybe he would, but the wall would work just fine.
With the need to fuck her driving him, Avery banded his arms around her and stood, taking her with him. The ladder wobbled and clattered onto its side. Her dress fluttered around them, clinging to her shoulders by its straps as he pushed her against the wall again.
Fucking her mouth with his tongue, he filled each hand with a tit, flicked her nipples, and ground his dick against her pussy, but that wasn’t enough to ease the pressure building in his balls.
As if reading his mind, she worked her hands between their bodies. The buckle of his belt gave, but she couldn’t get his zipper down. He broke the kiss and stepped back to unclasp his pants.
Jo slid to her knees. Looking up at him from under her lashes, she palmed his throbbing dick and licked her lips. “Let me.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Avery groaned and drove his fingers into her hair as the zipper released.
She yanked the tail of his shirt out of the way and shoved his pants, along with his boxers to his knees. Along with need, her fingers curled around the base of his dick, and she spared him a glance, her lips poised at the crown. He strained closer, anticipation churning in his nuts.
Her head swiveled toward the storeroom door. “Someone’s here.”
“I didn’t hear anything.” He applied a little pressure to the back of her head.
She pushed back and let go of his dick. “Did you lock the door?”
A whoosh, like a door closing. A faint footstep.
Motherfucker. What’s he doing back?
“It’s probably Linc.” He looked down at Jo’s plump, glistening lips and cursed as he zipped his pants.
He hadn’t thought they’d be here much longer and certainly never expected her to want a run at third base so soon after his asshole behavior.
If he had, he’d have locked the fucking door.
“Stay where you are. I’ll get rid of him. ”
“Jo?” The voice was light and airy and full of sunshine, cementing his feet to the floor. Definitely not Linc.
“Letty,” Jo breathed and scrambled to her feet, a flurry of nervous buttoning and tying.
“Who the fuck is Letty?” he whispered back. If they were quiet, maybe she’d go away.
“The florist you hired Sunday.” She brushed the dust from her knees.
Another footstep echoed, closer than before. “Jo, are you in here?”
Jo peeked around the doorway. “Be right there.”
So much for that idea. He crammed his shirt inside his pants. “What’s she doing here?”
She shrugged into her sweater. “I’ll go find out.”
“Fuck that. Get rid of her.” Avery snagged her wrist and flattened her hand against his dick. “Then we can finish what we started.”
Leaning into him, she squeezed him tight. “Better yet, if you’ll take one for the team and come meet her—you owe her one, you know—I’ll feed you lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon showing you some of my skills.”
His dick jerked in her hand, making her laugh, and he just about busted a nut.
Fuck me.
She wasn’t even touching them, but she had him by the balls. But the sound of an afternoon in her bed… “I’ll need a few minutes.”
“Take your time.” She whirled away and through the door. “Letty, what are you doing here?”
“My shop is next door,” the girl said. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw you in the parking lot, but I was tied up with a customer.”
“Cock blocked by a coincidence,” Avery muttered, buckling his belt with a jerk.
A few paces around the room and counting backward from a hundred did the trick until he grabbed his jacket off the ladder and the scent of Jo’s pussy smacked him upside both heads. Bam! Instant erection.
Fuck it.
The sooner he got Jo out of here, the sooner he could get her back on her knees.
Holding his coat as a cover, he joined Jo and the florist. Petite, curves where they counted, light brown curly hair, one of those naturally pretty girls. But all he could think about was the redhead with long legs and a firm grip on his stones.
“It only needs water every few weeks when the soil is completely dry,” the girl—Letty—was saying as he approached. She stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Violet, from next door. We spoke on the phone Saturday.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Violet.” Avery shook her hand. “It seems I owe you a debt.”
“Nah, it was a challenge, but I had a lot of fun.” She turned to Jo.
“It would be so nice to have you next door. And think of the cross-promotion. Celia”—she angled her head at the wall separating this unit from the wedding dress store on the other side—“and I get together for dinner once a month to talk marketing strategies.”
“That’s smart.” The smile Jo gave Letty never made it to her eyes. She seemed a million miles away.
Avery took it as his cue. “We better get going if we’re going to hit the rest of the properties on the list.”
Her gaze cut to his, then back to Letty. “I’d love to talk about what you’re doing to help each other. Maybe we can get together one night this week or next.”
“Give me a call. We’ll set something up.”
In the car, Jo stared out the window, too quiet for the party he had in mind. Something had happened between handling his dick and talking to Letty. “You okay?”
“Hmm?” She glanced his way, then back to the passing scenery. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Seems like a good set up,” he said, trying to feel her out, to figure out what went wrong. It had something to do with seeing Letty.
“Yeah.”
“Did you not like the property?” He almost choked on his next words. “We can go look at some more if you want.”
He snuck a peek at her when she didn’t answer, hoping he was on the right path and her withdrawal had nothing to do with the reminder of the social media fiasco. But just in case… “I never said it, but I’m sorry about the picture.”
“You said it with the flowers. We’re good.” But her throat constricted around a tight swallow, as if trying to conquer a lump of emotion gathering there, and his gut twisted.
Women and tears… He shook his head. Totally out of his wheelhouse.
“But to answer your question, I’ve seen enough.” She inhaled a long breath and exhaled slowly. When she faced him again, her eyes were dry—thank fuck—and full of spicy challenge. “So, you don’t want to test my skills?”
“My place or yours?”
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Carrying a bag of Chinese takeout Jo had talked him into, Avery held open the door to the foyer of her apartment building. The only thing he was interested in eating was pussy. And afterward, he’d feed her his dick.
“Let me check my mail.” She was stalling, like she had over the menu.
But for the first time that he could remember, he was playing the long game. If four weeks could be considered long. Either way, he planned to make the most of them.
As the door shut behind them, a man wearing dirty jeans and a hoodie stirred and pushed himself up to sit against the wall. She stepped right over his outstretched legs, as if it was nothing to find a junkie sleeping off his last high next to her mailbox.
Somehow though, she seemed more out of place in her pretty yellow dress and high heels than the addict.
Shoving greasy hair out of his face, the man held out a hand to Avery. “You got any money?”
“Just ignore him.” Jo slammed her mailbox and trotted up the stairs.
Avery followed, the tweaker yelling after him, “Hey, I said, ‘You got any money?’”
“Sorry,” she said as she reached the landing, “Lenny’s harmless.”
Until he’s not.
At first, Avery’d been too wrapped up in his own agenda to notice the state of her apartment building, but after hearing her and Brooke talk about the break-in Saturday morning, he’d paid closer attention. He’d hit the nail on the head when he’d told his brothers she lived in a shithole.
He slipped an arm around her as they walked down the hall. “You ever think about moving?”
“Only every day.” She stopped at her door and dug keys from her purse. “I’m on a waiting list.”
“How long is the wait?”
“I don’t know.”
Hmm, he’d work that problem later. For now, he could only concentrate on how quickly he could have her naked and doing filthy things to him with her mouth.