Page 53 of Property of Sugar
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped one finger inside my pussy and one in my ass. I nearly levitated off the bed before he even moved them. Once he did, I was screaming and coming all over his face.”
“Fuck,” I breathed. “I’m gonna need you to do that again, but I’m gonna need some water first.”
He chuckled and grabbed a bottle of water from his nightstand, handing it to me. As I leaned up on my elbows to take a sip, he ran his hard dick through wet my lips before slowly pushing inside.
“Fuck,” I breathed and fell to my back.
He rolled his hips slowly. “Drink the water. I’ll wait.”
I grabbed the bottle and took several large swallows before frantically tossing it to the side. “Done. Please move.”
He laughed. “You don’t like slow and gentle?”
“No.”
“Me either.”
“Good. Now, fuck me like you hate me.”
And that’s what we did for the remainder of my time at the clubhouse. Fucked the hell out of each other when we weren’t eating or sleeping. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, especially after I developed some kind of feelings for him. I wasn’t sure what they were, but I didn’t want to examine them too closely and inadvertently cause them to grow.
When it was time for Birdie and I to go home, I ignored my feelings and prepared myself to never see him again. He had his life in Kahakai, and we had ours in Makani.
Coochie insisted on following us home in case there was flood damage, which turned into Sugar coming along too. And that led to Cookie joining us.
“Do we all have to leave at the same time?” I asked. “I have to be at work by four, and I want to take a shower in my own bathroom before I have to pretend to give a shit about what people want to eat or drink for the next ten hours.”
“Yes, but look. Everyone’s here. We can go.”
“Finally.” I stomped to my truck and climbed inside, happy to be behind the wheel again.
“Try to stay with the group,” Sugar said before he got on his bike. “Never mind. You take the lead. I don’t want you to take us all out in a moment of road rage.”
“I’m going to ignore that because I want to go home.”
“After you,” he said.
“Wait!” Birdie yelled. “You’re my ride.”
“Where’s your truck?”
“At home. Coochie drove your truck back to Makani to pick me up. You didn’t know?”
“No, but I didn’t ask, and they weren’t volunteering a lot of information at the time.”
“Do you want me to drive?” she offered.
I thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. I’ll try to squeeze in a nap.”
“I don’t mind. Let’s trade seats before the bikers start grumbling.”
Minutes later, we were on the way home, and I was fast asleep.
Thankfully,we didn’t find any signs that water had gotten inside the house. Outside was a different story. Water had obviously flowed through our property as there was a clear debris line and various items in the yard had been washed against the fence.
“Go shower and do what you need to do,” Sugar told me. “This is exactly why we came—to help with flood cleanup.”
I did, but I didn’t like it. I liked leaving them at my house and going to work even less.
