“Of course.” I ran to the nightstand, grabbed the orange bottle, opened the white lid, and spilled about five pills in my palm before putting four back. I broke one in half and grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge he had in the corner. “Here, sweetheart.”
He opened his mouth and plopped the white pill on his red tongue, then handed him the water. He chugged half the bottle and sighed, leaned back, and shut his eyes.
My eyes were perverts. He was in pain, but all I could do was inspect his sexy body, the dips in his hips, and the firm swell of his pecs. God, he was so damn sexy. His cock laid against his belly, not as hard as it was, but still plump. How was it possible for every inch of a man to be perfection? It wasn’t fair to the rest of the male species, hell to the world, that the Moore brothers walked around, gorgeous with big dicks.
I suddenly had an idea that would make him feel better. I fell to my knees and rubbed my palms up his thighs, making his cock jumped from the attention.
“What are you doing?” His voice lowered to a deep husk, one
that reminded me of whiskey after it burned my throat on the way down.
“Making you feel better.” I wrapped my lips around the crown, and he arched his back.
“I think…” He swallowed, and the gulp was audible, making me grin around the mouthful of cock in my mouth. “I think it’s working,” he said. “Just like that. What pain? Oh, fuck. I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world. Oh my god,” he blabbered on and on as I sucked his cock, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t busy lapping at his cock.
I bobbed, shoving five of his big, girthy inches into my mouth while my hand wrapped around the base. My fingers didn’t even touch around his shaft, that was how wide he was, and the way my lips stretched to the max for him had me reaching between my legs and flicking my clit. I whimpered around his cock, and he moaned. When I looked up, I saw him staring at me with heated eyes.
“Are you touching yourself?”
I nodded the best way I could.
His eyes rolled back, and his spunk hit my tongue in thick sheets. I swallowed greedily, circling my clit faster. He filled my mouth just like he filled my pussy, and it had me popping off his cock, groaning into his leg as I came. Since my mouth was open, some of his come dribbled out and pooled against his skin.
Being the surprisingly dirty girl that I was, I lapped it up, not wanting to miss a droplet of him.
“I don’t know about you, but I suddenly feel so much better,” he said.
My shoulders shook as I laughed, and I patted his thigh as I stood. I bet he felt better because I know I did, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
Chapter Eighteen
Easton
I practically floated down the stairs. Between the blowjob and the pain pill, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn’t stop smiling, and Luna punched me in the gut, in a playful manner, to stop me from smiling like I just got lucky.
But I did! And I couldn’t stop smiling about it.
“I’m glad someone is getting laid around here,” Ezra said as he drank coffee at the table. “Because it sure as hell isn’t me.”
“Me either,” Zeke said.
“No women in this town that I want,” Evan said. “Everyone has been with everyone.”
“Yeah, could you imagine dating someone from high school?” Ezra shivered with disgust. “Just no.”
Evan sat a plate of bacon in the middle of the plastic table I told Luna about, and it reminded me that I never talked to her about the Hampton Mansion. Not that it mattered now. It was probably being bulldozed. Now was the time, not just to tell her, but my brothers too. The smell of bacon had my belly rumbling. Come to think of it; we didn’t eat last night since we found out the best diner in town got burnt down.
“Any word on the Rocky’s and Kathy’s?” I asked just as Evan put down a giant bowl of scrambled eggs next to the bacon along with a plate of toast. It was enough to feed eighteen people, but even though there were only five of us, it would be gone.
And then my appetite got squashed when the memory of Ethan drifted through my mind. “Any update on Ethan?”
Luna gripped my hand tight as we looked at my brothers. Zeke’s blonde hair was wet from a shower, Evan’s elbows were on the table, and he had his hands folded together, and Ezra took another drink of his coffee, the mood solemn and heavy. Everyone missed him. Not having Ethan here was like having a piece of us missing. It just didn’t make sense.
“They are doing some skin grafts today while he is still in his coma. They want to wake him up in a few days. I hear…” Evan’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he spoke. “I hear he will be in so much pain. I read up on burn victims that had that much of their body burned. They scream because the nerves are exposed.”
“Stop! Fucking shut the hell up, Evan!” Ezra tossed his full mug of coffee against the wall, and Luna jumped when a piece of the ceramic ricocheted off the wall and hit her in the chest.
It didn’t cut her, but it did leave a red mark.