“Austin?”
I smile down at her. “Go back to sleep, Kenzie.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m just gonna check on a few things before I go to bed.”
“I’ll come with you.” She pulls the blanket off and blinks down at her bare legs. “Where are my pants?”
“In my truck. I’ll grab ‘em.”
“Wait.” She holds out her hand. I grasp it gently, and she tilts her head back, offering her lips to kiss.
At least, that’s what I think she’s doing, until she lays her hand on my dick.
I guide her away from my pants.
“You’re still drunk, baby.”
“I’m barely tipsy.” She does seem more lucid now than she was on the drive over, but slightly less drunk isn’t the same as sober.
I cup her chin, pressing my thumb to the center of her lip.
“Go back to sleep, baby girl.”
Her tongue slips out to wet my thumb. I suck in a breath.
“Please,” she whispers. “I want to do this.”
She shifts to the edge of the bed and reaches for my belt buckle. Watching her tease the leather tongue free is a beautiful sight to behold—almost as beautiful as when she lowers the zipper.
Her wide eyes meet mine as she works my pants down over my ass. The tent in my boxer briefs looks almost comically large this close to her face.
“Wow.” She presses her cheek to my bulge, then touches her lips to the damp pre-cum stain.
“Fuck...” I should walk away, but all I can do is gaze down at her in amazement as my attention contracts until it’s centered in my groin.
“A blow job is the least I can do for you,” she says, smiling. She slides her finger into the waistband of my boxer briefs. “To thank you for your kindness.”
At the back of my mind, an alarm bell sounds like a siren on a clear, cold night.
I lay my hand over hers.
“What kindness is that?”
“For driving me here and letting me stay over. Plus, you’ll have to drive me back home tomorrow.” She kisses the back of my palm. “I just want you to know how much I appreciate it.”
Once again, I recall her words from earlier this evening.It’s not a favor if there’s a clear exchange.
My hand tightens around hers.
“Stop, McKenzie.”
Her brow knits in confusion. “Why?”
Maybe she thinks she’s being cute, and she really does want to sleep with me. But until I know for sure that she’s not just offering to give me head out of a sense of obligation, I can’t let her do this.
I pull my pants up and then sit down on the bed.