Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,36

make her happy too, to repay her for the sex. As long as it’s nothing but a transaction in my head, an exchange of her body for money, or in this case property on an expensive island, whether she knows it or not, then there is no chance of me catching feelings for her. I’d rather catch herpes.

And since I’m planning on being inside of her a dozen or so more rough and dirty times before I leave, I catch the realtor before she drives off.

“Hey!” I call out as she backs her golf cart out of the parking space.

“Yes?” she asks, her face falling like she thinks I’ve changed my mind.

“I want to buy that rental house too.”

“Oh,” she says, eyebrows climbing up to her hairline in surprise. “But it’s not for sale.”

“Find out how much it would take to change the owner’s mind,” I tell her. “I’ll come by your office later for an update.”

“Sure thing,” she says with a smile, already counting the dollars of her unforeseen windfall.

Cora loves the house, and the rent’s not cheap. Even though I paid it up for a year, she’ll have to come up with the money eventually. And it takes a while for new businesses to get off the ground and start earning. I don’t want her to have to stress about making rent or become homeless.

She can’t return to the mainland or Carolina Beach ever again. So I’ll make sure she doesn’t have any reason to leave this paradise.

Chapter Nineteen

Cora

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Sam has been in and out of the house, doing who knows what for the past few days while I’m stuck inside with nothing to do but cook out of boredom. Whenever he comes back, I try to ask him where he’s been. He immediately shuts me up by bending me over the closest object, eating my pussy like a starving man, and then fucking me until I can’t move or speak for hours. Rinse and then repeat the cycle, at least one more time before he tucks me into bed at night, and that’s how my time passes each and every day for almost two weeks.

Two amazing weeks.

Although, despite all the time his tongue spends between my legs, he still hasn’t kissed my mouth. And we never have sex face-to-face. Ever. And I sort of do miss the intimacy of missionary, staring into each other’s eyes while kissing as our bodies join as one. Still, the sex is amazing, so I can’t really complain.

Honestly, I didn’t think Sam would stay for two extra days after the morning on the deck when I gave in and let him fuck me in a way I have never really enjoyed before. Turns out, Sam has a way of always making sex good for me, even if there’s occasionally a little pain involved. I enjoy the pleasure in the unknown, in how he becomes a completely different person, almost dangerous, when he’s fucking me like a crazed animal. Maybe it’s the forbidden element of it, knowing he’s breaking rules by fooling around with me, staying with me, instead of going back to his job on the mainland.

Either way, I’ve become a sex addicted recluse who rarely puts on clothes and never leaves the house, and that’s okay with me. In fact, Sam insisted that it was best that I not go out anywhere someone could see me until the news dies down.

Which is why I was so surprised Friday afternoon when he slaps my ass hard and says, “Get dressed, we’re going out,” after he made me come on his tongue and then emptied himself into me on top of the dining table. It was definitely not sanitary, but worth it since the second orgasm was so intense it made me go blind for several seconds.

“Huh?” I ask as I lay face down on the wood, continuing to hold on to either side of the table, figuring I misheard him. Guess I went temporarily blind and deaf.

Another loud slap lands on my other ass cheek; and rather than motivate me to move, it just makes me moan as my mound bumps into the edge of the table, making my empty pussy throb with more aftershocks.

“Mmm. Keep doing that,” I beg.

Sam’s warm palm cups my bottom and gives it a squeeze. “You like having your ass spanked?”

“Um-huh,” I mutter and am rewarded with another stinging slap, then another.

“Coming twice wasn’t enough for your greedy little cunt?” he asks.

“No.”

He shoves two fingers into