The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,79

gorgeous.

But he really fucking liked the sweet.

“I know town talk, honey,” he told her gently. “I know about Take ’Em and Leave ’Em Toby. I know they think Johnny’s the salt of the earth, takin’ on the garages as the next generation after Gramps and Dad. I know what tradition and the respect that shows means to folks in a small town in Kentucky. I know they admire him for puttin’ up with Shandra’s family’s bullshit like the pillar of strength he is. Findin’ Brooks for you. And I know they think I’m the flaky younger brother who goes off and fucks around and can’t commit to job or town or woman.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think.”

“Babe, it’s not me who’s gonna get some asshole comin’ to me tellin’ me about Fucked Up Addie. So yeah, I think today demonstrated it does.”

“Only because, when I was sowing my oats, I didn’t live here.”

Toby shut his mouth.

“And we can’t go to that Greek restaurant in Bellevue,” she informed him. “I revenge banged one of the owner’s sons in his truck during the Memorial Day Food Festival while Izzy hung out with Brooks on a picnic blanket in the square. It was petty, and in the end it didn’t matter because, for a revenge bang to work, the person you’re getting revenge on needs to know about it. Although, when we were done, I considered asking the guy to take a selfie with me and sending it to Perry. I figured if shit got ugly, it would not be good I sent my ex a selfie like that.”

She paused, watching him closely, then went on hurriedly.

“You weren’t back in town. I hadn’t even met Johnny yet.”

“Babe, I’m just pissed I wasn’t around so that revenge bang could be with me. Though, since you weren’t in the right place then, that might have been bad. But I don’t care you got yourself some. It was over with your ex.” He grinned. “And you got down in the mud to get some of your own back. Good. I’m glad. You deserved it. Proud a’ you, Addie.”

She grinned back. “We so totally fit.”

They so totally did.

“And if you weren’t you, Toby, you would not fit me and it’s not about being flaky and fucking around and fucking up. It’s that all you went through made you all you are. A good, decent, protective man who would take on a woman and her son. And if you weren’t that, it goes without saying, it would seriously suck.” She glided her knuckles along the beard at his jaw. “‘Take ’Em and Leave ’Em Toby and Wild Child Addie, a match made in heaven.”

Fuck, he liked that.

So much, he felt the growl in his gut before it came out his mouth and he kissed her when it was still rolling.

She kissed him back, sealing their first date and all she just gave him on her couch in his memory.

And it was good.

Too good, seeing as, with her on her period, they couldn’t take that goodness further.

So he broke the kiss and muttered, “Let’s go to bed.”

“No way,” she replied. “I’m going down on you on the couch.”

His cock felt her words like she’d slipped him in her mouth.

He still told her, “You don’t have to do that, Addie.”

She glided her fingers through his beard and returned, “Honey, shut up and flip us so I can suck your dick.”

He studied her face.

She was moderately turned on, eyes warm and intent, cheeks pink, body loose under his.

All this indicated she wanted to suck his dick.

Toby didn’t ask to confirm.

He kissed her and flipped them while he did.

They made out with both his hands in the back of her jeans and one of her hands in his hair, the other one cupping and kneading his junk for so long, he was in the zone and was close to begging her to get down to business.

She either read that from him or wanted to get down to business, because it was Addie who broke the kiss and slid down his body.

He pushed up until his head and shoulders were on the pillows at the arm of the couch so he could watch.

And fuck, she put on a show, undoing his belt, his jeans, hitching them down just enough to free his rigid cock, and taking him in her mouth.

It almost looked better than it felt.

Almost.

She took her time. She had no intention of going slow. And for that, he was seriously fucking