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Rhett’s other hand grasped my soaking wet tresses in a fist, butdidn’ttug.
I wanted him to tug.I wanted him to direct me how he liked it when he was close to coming.With that goal in mind, I took him deeper, using my tongue and lips to drag unintelligible words from him as he shifted his hips and I swallowed himdeeper.
“Goddamn.That mouth of yours isheaven.”
I took as much as I could, but my hand was still closed around the base.I was going to have to practice to get him to fit all the way.Rhett’s gaze flashed a brilliant green as he gripped my hair, pulling me deeper into thewater.
“You want me to show you how to take me?Want me to fuckyourface?”
Oh God.Something about those words had me ready to begforit.
I slid my lips away with a pop and answered.“Show me what you like.I wanttoknow.”
His lips curled up into a sensual smile.“I fucking love that you want to know.”Rhett angled his hips and skimmed the back of two fingers across my chin.“Ready?”
I nodded, taking the head in my mouthagain.
“When you feel like it’s too much,swallow.”
Stroke after stroke, he fucked my mouth, getting me used to the length, until he bumped the back of my throat and I fought the urgetogag.
He gave my hair a squeeze and my gaze shot up to his.“Next time,swallow.”
I could do this.Iwantedto do this.It became a personalmission.
Rhett slowly worked me up again, and instead of gagging when he hit the point of no return, I swallowed and breathed.He paused to make sure I was okay, and I gave himanothernod.
Holy shit, I’m deep throating.I’m officially a sexual rock star.I gave a mental fist pump as Rhett’s features twisted into a mask of pleasure.He might have been trying to hold out, but itdidn’twork.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.Youtakingit?”
I didn’t pull back, so he let loose, the salty heat bursting into my mouth and down mythroat.
As soon as he moved away, footsteps poundedtowardus.
“You okay?We heard a noise!”someone called, and I thought it sounded likeCarver.
Rhett slid back into the water and used his body to block mine.“We’re all good.Give us five minutes to get back inside, and we’ll be locked down for thenight.”
I didn’t need a mirror to know my face wasonfire.
“Yes,sir.”
As the footsteps receded, Rhett turned to me.“You almost gave me a heartattack.”
“And somehow I’m not even sorry about it.”I winked, and he laughed before wrapping his arms around me and dunkingusboth.
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After I enfoldedAri in a towel, I carried her back into the house and to the shower.As water poured down on us from the massive spouts, the chlorine washed away but something elseremained.
Guilt.
I was here, getting a glimpse of the future I wanted, and none of this would have happened if my dad hadn’t beenkilled.
Ari finished rinsing her hair and caught my stare.She read me easily.“What’swrong?”
