Dirty (Unexpected Lovers #3) - J.B. Heller Page 0,47
“Did I stutter?”
I grin, shaking my head.
“Then move your ass,” he demands, his hands snaking around my hips and dragging my body up his torso then depositing my pussy right over his awaiting mouth. “I’ve missed the way you taste,” he groans, gliding his tongue through my folds and circling my clit.
His strong arms come around me, holding me in place as he takes his time licking and kissing until I’m quivering above him. My back bows, lifting my hips. His large, rough palms flatten over my thighs, forcing my body down again.
“Arch,” I whimper as a powerful orgasm sweeps through me. I collapse forward, my cheek smooshed against the mattress.
He chuckles, slaps my ass, and rolls me off of him.
“I’m dead,” I mumble. “You killed me dead with cunnilingus.”
His nose nudges mine, and when I pry an eye open, he’s grinning proudly. “Aww, come on, spitfire. You can take more than that. I know it.”
For some weird reason, Hannah and her Starfish Method come to mind, giving me a brilliant idea. “I’m tapping out,” I tell him. “I’m star-fishing it from here.”
He frowns. “The fuck does that mean?”
I spread my arms and legs wide and say, “Have at it, big man. I’m yours to do what you will with. Just don’t expect me to move from this position.”
His head tips back, and he laughs. “Uh, no. I’ll wait for you to recover, thank you very much.”
I chuckle and roll into his side, curling around him. He wraps an arm behind my back, tugging me closer, and I sigh contentedly. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” I murmur sleepily then close my eyes, drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep.
THREE MONTHS LATER . . .
My head drops against the couch as Lennon sucks my cock right to the back of her throat. One of her soft, small hands rolls my balls in her palm, and she slowly bobs up and down on my dick, her tongue paying extra attention to the sensitive underside of my crown with each upstroke.
“Fuuuck, baby,” I groan, my thighs tensing at her sides. “That feels sooo good.”
Her gaze flicks up to meet mine as I peer at her, cradling her cheek. Then, the door to our apartment flies open, and a, “Dear God, nooooo!” is shouted from the doorway.
Lennon shoots to her feet, her eyes wide as Bates sprints across the room, hunches over the kitchen sink, and dry heaves.
I don’t know where to look—at my best friend’s ghost-white face as he gags repeatedly or my woman’s smug one as she stares at him.
“What the hell, Bates?” she speaks, fighting a laugh as she wipes the corner of her mouth with the edge of her thumb. She’s trying not to look entertained, but she’s failing miserably.
His eyes are squeezed closed, and he’s shaking his head. “No, no, no, noooooo,” he chants under his breath. “Tell me I did not just see what I most definitely saw,” he demands, peeking one eye open just a little.
I snort back a laugh then realize I’m still sitting here, rockin’ out with my cock out while he’s having his little meltdown. As discreetly as possible, I tuck myself inside my sweats. They’ve become a staple in my wardrobe. Those and jock straps . . .
Tuning into the conversation once more, I grin when Lennon drawls, “Well, considering you just burst into our apartment . . .” Her hip cocks to the side, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “I’d say this is your penance for the number of times I’ve unwittingly walked in on you boning a baseball Annie.”
Bates gags again, a shudder drawing his shoulders up before he shakes it off. “This isn’t even close to the same thing,” he says. “You’re my baby sister, and I just saw you blowing my best friend’s love whistle. Not cool, man, not fucking cool.”
He points an accusatory finger my way, a nasty glare narrowing his eyes, and I shrug, holding out my hands in surrender. “Dude, you don’t live here anymore. It’s not like we set you up or anything. You barged in on us.”
“So?” he hollers. “Keep that shit in the bedroom, man.”
I snort. “This is our apartment. We can get busy anywhere we want.”
With a roll of his eyes, he flips me off. “Whatever. You two have fucking ruined my day—no, my life! Yeah, that’s right. I said it. You’re ruining my life!”
Lennon heaves a sigh and drops on the couch beside me. “It’s your turn to deal with the man-child’s tantrum. I did it last time.”
My shoulders slump. This was shaping up to be a good day. I mean, what better way to start the day than with a blow job from the woman you love. Fucking Bates . . .
The End
Thank you so much for taking the time to read Lennon and Archer’s story. If you enjoyed it, please take an extra second to leave a review by flipping to the last page of this book.
Also, I’m crazy excited to tell you I’ve decided to extend the Unexpected Lovers series by at least a further two books. That’s right, Bates is getting his own book, Risky will be coming soon. You can order it by clicking here.
AWKWARD GIRLS SERIES
(Bestselling RomComs)
Pink Bits (awkward girl)
Blue Beaver (opposites attract)
Silver Bush (second chance/single mom)
UNEXPECTED LOVERS SERIES
Interconnecting Romantic Comedy Series
Starfish (billionaire)
Flirty (single dad/enemies to lovers)
Nerdy (fake relationship/ surprise pregnancy)
Dirty (brothers best friend/sports star)
Risky (sports star/ marriage of convince)
STANDALONES
What If It’s Right? (Not your average cougar romance)
VIPERS DEN NOVELLA SERIES
(Comedic Romance)
Piper & Kade
Pixie & Jake
Tay & Nate
ATTRACTION SERIES
(Romantic Suspense Completed Series)
Undeniable Attraction
Pure Attraction
Fierce Attraction
Morgan Sisters Duo (Prequel)
ALPHA ONE PROTECTION SERIES
(Romantic Suspense-Sexy Bodyguards)
Worth The Risk
Worth The Wait
JB Heller is an average Aussie housewife and Mumma in her early 30's with a wicked sexy imagination. She lives on a mini farm with her family and a few cows, sheep, a parrot, cats, fish, dogs, and a butt load of chickens. It's JB's dream to one day add a llama to the mix and an alpaca or two.
She writes across several romance subgenre’s including romantic comedy, romantic suspense and contemporary. All include a healthy splash of heat, intrigue and wit. You'll love her sinfully sexy alpha hero's and their feisty counterparts.
Monday to Friday you can find JB glued to her laptop weaving words or trolling Pinterest for her next potential muse. Come the weekend, it's family time. (And of course lots of reading and Netflix binges.)
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