I suck him dry, not giving in until I’ve tasted every last drop like a greedy whore.
Satisfaction tears through me, and as I stare up at him, licking my lips for a job well done, I see nothing but wonder in his eyes. I’m hit with a wave of pride.
Tanner reaches down and grabs me, hoisting me up until I’m straddled on his lap, my pussy grinding against him. He kisses me deeply, and when we finally come up for air, Tanner’s eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree. “What?” I ask, a wide grin stretching across my face.
Tanner just laughs, and with one smooth throw, my body crashes down against the pillow. Before I know it, he’s hovering over me. “You didn’t think you’d be able to suck my cock and not have me spread those pretty thighs like a fucking buffet, did you?”
“I—uhmmm.” I swallow hard, unable to take my eyes off him, watching as he crawls down my body. He reaches the end of the bed, and just when I start to wonder what the fuck he’s going to do, he grabs my ankles and drags me down until my ass is almost hanging off the edge. Tanner drops to his knees and spreads my thighs wide, exposing every inch of me.
He meets my stare, and I watch with bated breath as his tongue rolls over his lips. “Don’t move a fucking muscle,” he tells me. “This is my game now, and I’m not stopping until I’ve pulled every last orgasm out of you.”
What’s a girl to do?
Dig in and don’t wait, baby. I’m yours for the taking.
Chapter 15
TANNER
My lip curls watching as my father, Trenton Morgan, fusses over Addison as though she were his whole world, and if it weren’t for the fact she’s eating up every last second of it, I would have kicked him out hours ago.
What kind of father remains on a business trip while his daughter is suffering through a coma after being drugged and raped, leaving his wife to go through hell trying to hold things together on her own?
Fuck him. I used to have respect for this prick, but not anymore. I understand business is important, but what’s more important than being there for his family when they need it most? I have to give the asshole credit, the second he heard Addie was awake, he boarded a flight and was here to act like he’d been here the whole time. A regular fucking hero.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her the dickhead could only spare a five-minute phone call with Mom during those long hours she waited by Addie’s bedside. Hell, sometimes he forgot to call altogether. Addie’s already broken after what Colby did to her, and I don’t want to be the one to break her again. So for now, she gets to think she’s the apple of my father’s eye, and that she’s the most important person in his world. I just hate that one of these days, he’s going to break her heart just like he did to me when I was a kid.
My father and I have always had a strained relationship. He’s an asshole, and I’m a prick. There’s no middle ground between us. He was always the hand that came down with the law. He was responsible for turning me into a man, punishing me whenever I fucked up, and it shouldn’t come as a surprise just how often that happened. I resented him during my younger years, and now, I just simply don’t give a fuck. When he started taking these extra-long business trips and leaving us for months at a time, I had to step up and be the man of the house. And now, he’s nothing but an intruder in my home.
Dad treats Mom well—when he’s around—and she seems to still be madly in love with the guy. I don’t understand it. I’ve wondered so many times why she bothers hanging on to him. At first, I thought she was sticking it out for me and Addie, but we’re older now. We could handle it if she chose to leave his ass in the dust, yet she keeps up this ridiculous charade that we’re some kind of happy family. But for her, I’ll grin and bear it. Mom and Addie are what matter here, and as long as they still want him in their lives, then that’s how it’s going to be.
Dad sits at Addie’s bedside, clutching her hand and laughing with her as he shares stories about how he’s the hero of all his board meetings, and though I can easily see she’s dying inside, desperate for real entertainment, she still laughs along with him, living off his attention like an addict.
It’s been a week of this bullshit, and I’m barely holding on. The only thing keeping me grounded right now is knowing that when I go home, I’ll be in Brielle’s bed, between those sexy thighs, and listening to the way she cries my name as she comes on my tongue. It’s fucking magical.