Hollow (Heaven Hill Generations #4) - Laramie Briscoe Page 0,30

up something I very badly want to suck.”

Pressing one of my hands to the wall, I lean in, circling the hardened nub with the tip of my tongue. Her hand leaves its spot of safety and cups my dick over my zipper.

“While I love this,” she sighs, “it’s covering up something I very badly want to suck.”

I didn’t expect her to use my words against me, but they do exactly what she wants them to. I shove her onto her knees, pressing both my palms flat, almost doing a standing pushup as she fights with my underwear.

Once she got me free, Mandy leans back so that her head is flush, and pulls on my ass cheeks, allowing me to fuck her face.

It’s that first deep thrust into the warm cavern of her mouth that almost does me in. I have to take it by increments, letting myself get used to her tongue as she uses it to swirl against the head, then runs it down the length. I’m unprepared when she brings it back up to the head, circles it, and sucks so hard I think she’s damn near got my soul from my body to hers.

“Oh fuck!”

The memory is enough for me to take my pleasure. Streams of release splatter against my belly, one even lands against my throat. My nipples are hard, my legs ache, and I’m gasping like I just ran a marathon.

But the burning between my shoulder blades is finally gone, and the worry that’s been rooted deep in my stomach isn’t as strong as it used to be.

I know I’ve got to clean myself up, go about my day, and be a damn adult. But part of me just wants to relax right here, relive the memories and write my wife a letter back.

Truth is, I don’t know when the last time was I actually wrote a letter, but maybe now’s as good a time as any to start.

Chapter Fifteen

Mandy

I can’t believe he wrote me back. Writing and correspondence haven’t been a part of Dalton’s life since we used letters in high school to communicate, but I’m excited as I rip into the envelope.

Babe,

I have to admit, I didn’t even really read through all the list you gave me. I made it through the second point when I was reminded of that one New Year’s Eve. You know which one I’m talkin’ about, right?

Your mom and dad watched the kids. We had a little too much Jack and Coke. You even smoked a little with me, and we were both feeling really good? I picked you up by the waist and threw you over my shoulder. Then out in the open, I stuck my hand between your legs.

You remember?

You were so wet and had me so hard we almost fucked in the hallway.

My cheeks flush and burn at the same time. The night he’s describing I remember like the back of my hand. That was one of the most passionate encounters we’ve ever had.

And smoking with him? It isn’t something I do often, but every once in a while Dalton can bring out the bad girl in me. He’d come in from the back porch, his eyes shining bright, and I’d smelled it on him.

“Did you go out back and smoke weed with my brother?”

I try to act surprised, but honestly, nothing between the two of them surprises me.

“Maybe.”

A lazy grin covers his face, one that’s been pulled so tightly the past few months with all his new responsibilities. The sheepish look makes him appear to be many years younger than what he is, reminiscent of high-school Dalton.

“I can’t believe you.”

He wraps his arms around me, picking me up and spinning us around. “Yes you can. C’mon.”

I have no idea where he’s taking me, but I put my hand in his and let him lead. Somehow I know he’ll never lead me astray. We end up out back, on the porch.

“You wanna be a bad girl tonight?” He chuckles, leaning against the post holding up the roof.

“Depends on what you mean.” I strut to him, pushing my arms around his waist, up under his cut.

The smell of leather and tobacco are my favorite.

The smell of leather and tobacco coming from him? It’s a major fucking turn on.

He holds up a small blunt. “You want?”

“You know I don’t do it well.” I roll my eyes.

“I’ll do it for you,” he whispers, his gaze straying to my lips.

“Okay.” I grip my fingers in his shirt, digging my