Page 93 of Sunny Undone

She’s sitting on the bench seat in the shower of her apartment with pink cheeks from the steam and the orgasm I just gave her, because eating my woman’s pussy is the gift that keeps on giving.

And I’ve been feeling even closer to her since she defended me in front of my mom. I’ve got no fear of her making it work in the clubhouse, now. Would make me proud of her if she stepped up and became one of the old ladies Maren could rely on. Not that I’ve asked her to be my old lady, yet.

Because right now, I’m fixated on the way she grips her tits firmly, making sure my cock is pinned by them, and…

I look up at the ceiling to try and find some chill. Because this feels way too good to waste it by coming too fast. I try to count the holes in the shower head. And I’m doing okay, getting myself off the edge, until she sticks out her tongue and licks me like a fucking lollipop.

I grasp the back of her neck, holding her head down. I don’t know what I expect her to do. Not sure I can fuck her mouth, too, like this, but…

Yeah, her tongue licks me again.

“Oh, fuck, Della,” I mutter as I come. Thick ropes of cum spurt up to her chin and over her neck and collarbone.

It’s an ordeal to keep my eyes open to watch, because it feels so good I want to toss my head back.

I suck in a breath as my knees shake and the waves subside.

“Shit,” I curse, stroking her cheek.

Her lips are fat and swollen. First from my kisses, then from the way she sucked my cock until I talked her into making my dreams come true.

“Was it as good as you hoped?” she asks.

“Better.” I place my palm on the shower wall above her. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

She rubs her fingers through my cum on her chest, and it might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. No, scratch that, because she just scooped some up and licked it off her finger, and that is definitely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I scoop some, too, and smear it over her nipple for no other reason than I want to.

“Well, I’m glad I asked my question,” Della says.

We were lying in bed, waking up for the day, and she suggested we get tested. Not so we can fuck without a condom—she’d been clear on that. And without her being on some form of contraceptive, I understand why. But in her words, So we can play with fluids a bit more freely.

I didn’t even wait for an interpretation of what that meant. I just took her into the shower and gave her an orgasm.

I take her hands and help her to her feet so we can both get cleaned up. I know it’s too early for her to consider moving in with me, but I really don’t want to leave her this morning. I want to take her with me, not watch her go to the university, where the dean’s trying to throttle her research and, by extension, her voice.

Two hours later, I make it to the clubhouse, and no sooner have I walked through the door than North waves me into church.

“Sorry I’m late, was riding back from Della’s.”

Knox nods. “We got some leads from Wren. Darrell Voss.”

“Who’s that?” I ask.

Ridge leans toward me. “Senior in county planning and zoning. Eleven years on the books. Runs the permits office, among other things. Seems to take a personal interest in fast-tracking big builds for developers who play nice.”

I look to Knox. “How nice?”

“Bank account in Grand Cayman, nice,” Knox says. “A yacht he doesn’t declare. Two cash deposits of a hundred thousand or so that coincide with the day before and day after a large project gets a permit.”

Havoc shrugs. “Not a bad gig if you can get it.”

“He’s dirty,” North says.

Reaper seems indifferent. “Everyone’s dirty. Hell, so are we, by government definition.”

Knox shakes his head. “Wren has built us a history. Y’all know Grudge, the president in Colorado. His old lady, Lucy, is a lawyer. Wren spoke with her and she says that federal prosecutors could charge him with multiple counts of bribery concerning programs receiving federal funds, honest-services wire fraud, extortion under color of official right, money laundering, and conspiracy, alongside state charges for bribery and unlawful compensation for official behavior. Given it tops over eight million bucks in value, Lucy thinks he’d get at least ten to fifteen years. Maybe twenty, at a push.”

“That sounds a lot like leverage,” Lock says.