“I’ve got to get to class. Give her a kiss for me, and promise you’ll get some rest.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You do know it’s the parent’s job to worry, right?”
“I’ll always worry about you guys. It’s killing me that I can’t be there right now.”
“Don’t go all sappy on your old man, Lanie. Get off the phone and go live. Love you, kid.” With that the line went dead. I was shocked because Mack rarely ever expressed his feelings. It wasn’t like I ever questioned that he loved me. I knew he did. It was just a shock to hear it.
Suddenly I felt a renewed strength in what I was doing. Talking to my parents reminded me of the reason I had been so hell-bent on doing it in the first place. And the truth of the matter was, I would’ve done this even if Jabba the Hut had been the one to purchase me. As infuriating as Noah was, it could’ve been worse.
Now I just had to figure out what to do about that transplant list.
Noah
It wasn’t right.
The girl was killing me, one raging hard-on at a time. Blue motherfucking balls!
She was too willing, too enticing, too hard to resist. But I’d done it. God help me, I’d done it. Even when she’d stuck out that voluptuous bottom lip of hers, I had resisted. Welcome to sainthood, Noah Crawford.
The night before had been great. Really great. But I’d felt like shit afterward. I’d stolen the girl’s virginity, for Christ’s sake! Everything that should’ve been in place for something that monumental just wasn’t. There was no romantic setting, no vow to love her until the end of time. Only pure animalistic fucking. I’d fucked her. Plain and simple.
And while it had been great for me, I had a hard time believing it had been the be-all-and-end-all for her. Yet she wanted more. Delaine Talbot was a glutton for punishment.
But it was what I wanted, right? Someone there to fulfill all my sexual desires and fantasies, a woman who would cater to my needs, while I wouldn’t have to give a shit about hers. No emotional ties, no arguments over where we were going to have dinner, no awkward first kiss or meeting the parents, no chance in hell of catching her in my bed with any so-called best friend, no strings attached. Period.
With Delaine and that contract, that was exactly what I had. So why was I questioning it?
Because somehow it felt different. Different was good. And when different was wrapped around my cock, it was really fucking good.
Okay, that solved my mysterious momentary lapse in direction. With my head screwed back on straight again and motivation rekindled, I waited for Delaine to join me in the limousine for our shopping trip. Lingerie shopping. I was really looking forward to it, too, even though I knew it was only going to add to the permanent rise I was sporting in my Levi’s. But that was okay because I was wearing the loose-fit ones, commando. That should keep me from busting through the zipper, right?
Wrong.
Samuel opened the door for Delaine when she finally came out to join me, and I swear I could have killed Polly Hunt with my bare hands. Or maybe I should give her a raise.
My million-dollar baby was wearing a little black cotton skirt that barely covered her ass, and a blue tank top, the same color as her eyes, sans bra. Judging by how hard her nipples were, I’d say the limo was a little chilly and I needed to have Samuel turn the air-conditioning down. Or not. A high ponytail and black peep-toe heels completed her ensemble, and I mentally noted both as things to hold on to while fucking the shit out of her again in the very, very near future.
“How was your date with Polly?” I asked, trying to get it together because I was about five seconds away from the very near future, figuratively and literally.
“I had a lot of fun with her,” she said. “But you were right. She is extremely nosy. Lucky for you, I’m quick on the draw.”
She laughed, and it sounded almost dainty, so unlike what I’d seen of her so far. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I mean, if she started acting all innocent and shit, that could potentially make me feel worse about what I was doing. I needed to piss her off or get her to piss me off.
“Mmm-hmm, that’s nice,” I answered quickly. “So you don’t have anything on under that skirt, do you?”
“What?” she asked, taken aback. “Um, no. You threw out all of my clothes, remember? And you wouldn’t let me buy any underwear when I went shopping with Polly.”
“Let me see,” I said with a nod.
“Let you see what?” she asked with a slight edge to her voice.
“That pretty pussy.”
She arched her brow at me defiantly, but I met her stare.
“You’re serious?” she said incredulously.
“Yes, I’m serious. Lift the skirt, goddamnit!” I was an ass, I knew it. But I had to raise my voice to really piss her off.
“You’re such a jerk,” she mumbled with a roll of her eyes, but she begrudgingly pulled up her skirt to reveal my toy anyway.
Delaine was looking at me like I’d lost my fucking mind, which, admittedly, I probably had. But her expression changed when I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Come here and spit on it,” I said, ignoring her question.
“I tried to sit on your dick in the hot tub, and you said we couldn’t do that yet. But now when we’re in a moving vehicle, with someone sitting on the other side of a thin glass barrier and hordes of people all around us outside the car—now you want me?”
“I said ‘spit,’ not ‘sit,’” I corrected her, and then she got a look of disgust on her face. So of course I had to clarify the purpose. I mean, I didn’t want her to think I was some sort of fetish freak. “I need the lubrication.”
“For what?”
“My dick is harder than a fucking titanium rod and I can’t fuck you, but you come out here with your nipples all pert and your skirt barely there and I can’t take it anymore! I need some release. So if you don’t mind—and even if you do, I really don’t give a shit—I’m going to jack off before I end up taking you like some savage caveman. Because I most definitely cannot even think about you in fucking lingerie in my current state.”
“Oh,” she said simply, her mouth keeping the O shape for longer than was necessary.
I felt like a dirty old man paying for pussy. Oh, my God, I’d paid for pussy.
“Why not just order me to suck you off?” I could always depend on Delaine’s sassy attitude to pull me out of my funk and set me back on track. “After all, you did pay an awful lot of money for me to make you feel good.”