Getting Played - Emma Chase Page 0,78
run my fingers through the silky hair at the nape of his neck. “But I’d already decided that I believed you, before she came. I was going to tell you when you got home. It’s important to me that you know I believed you. Do you?”
He breathes out a sigh and tugs me closer. “Yeah, I do, Lainey.”
“And I’ve missed you.”
Dean runs his hands along my arms, up my neck, through my hair—just touching me.
“I’ve missed you too. So goddamn much.”
He holds my face and kisses my lips and it’s like my entire body goes slack with the relief of being close to him again. The stroke of his tongue makes my hips swivel and my muscles clench. And though there’s nothing to be done about it on my end—I’m going to take care of him. I want to show him—with my hands, my mouth, my tongue—how much I want him, how much he means to me.
I trail kisses along his collar bone and down his chest. I lick the water droplets from his skin and moan at the taste of him.
I maneuver my body so I’m on all fours and trace Dean’s abs with the tip of my tongue. His hand slides through my hair, occasionally clenching like he just can’t help himself and that shaky control turns me on even more.
Dean’s cock is a hard, thick outline beneath the navy cotton of his briefs. I mouth him over the thin fabric, letting him feel the heat of my mouth and the stroke of my tongue.
His head lolls back on his neck as I slip the boxers down his hips. His voice sounds strangled, like he may have swallowed his tongue.
And swallowing is my job.
“Lainey . . .”
“I want this, Dean. I want to touch you—taste you—I want it so much.” I look up at him, meeting his eyes. “Do you want me to?”
His hand fists in my hair again, tugging harsher.
“Christ, yes.”
And I smile—right before I pump him in my hand, and lick around the smooth, hot head of his dick. I don’t tease him—he’s waited long enough. I take the hard shaft between my lips and slide on the way down—until he’s balls-deep in my mouth.
And it’s so good. He tastes so fucking good—I moan around him. I withdraw slowly, stroking the underside of his shaft, then push back down until I feel his thickness nudge the back of my throat. Then I do it again and again—faster, wetter—sucking hard.
And it’s not just for Dean—this is for both of us. Because he makes me so happy and I love making him feel good.
My hands grasp his hips and I urge him forward and back—giving him permission to pump into my mouth.
“Jesus fuck.”
His breaths are gasping and his voice is a growl. He holds my shoulders and thrusts in quick, shallow strokes.
“Lainey,” he groans. “Coming…”
And then he does—hot and thick in my mouth—and it is glorious. I swallow him down and a simmer of naughty satisfaction races through me when Dean collapses, face-first, like dead weight on the bed beside me.
I pepper kisses all over his back, his arms—then I lean over and sink my teeth into his fabulous, firm ass.
He rolls over, laughing, and reaching up to nip at my neck.
“I’m keeping track—and you can bet your bitable ass I’m going to pay you back orgasm for orgasm and bite for bite, just as soon as the doctor gives us the okay.”
He shifts up to the pillows and tucks me in against him.
“Is that a promise?” I ask, going in for another kiss.
He smiles against my lips.
“Baby, it’s a guarantee.”
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Dean
The morning after Lainey tells me she believes me about what went down with Kelly, that we can put it behind us—and then gave me the blow job of a lifetime—I wake up with this new, different sense of confidence settled in my chest. It’s invigorating and peaceful at the same time. The closest I can come to describing it is when you’re just steps from the end-zone, inches from the finish line—when the peak of the mountain is right there in your sight.
And you know—you know—you’re going to make it. That everything is going to be all right. Better than all right. That life is about to get real joyous, real quick and chock-fucking-full of amazing.
Just around the time I’m thinking the day can’t get much better, it does. While I’m in the nursery, putting the crib together. And Jason walks in the room, looking