So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(235)

I put one hand on her crown, trying my best not to hold her there. I need to let her decide. But damn, this is fucking incredible. I’ve been sucked off by a lot of girls, but none of them have made me feel the way Mo is right now.

I take a deep breath and look down at her working my cock like a pro. My breaths are short and I’m about to explode. “Babe. I’m going to come. If you don’t want cum in your mouth, you better let go.”

She slides one hand to my ass, pulling me closer. Tightening her hold on my shaft with the other hand, she sucks harder.

Oh God. My dick spasms. She rubs and sucks every drop of cum from me as it pumps onto her tongue. She swallows, but doesn’t let go.

She continues to suck and massage my erection. In a minute or two, suddenly—holy hell—it tightens again and throbs. In a few more minutes, it explodes once more as I come again. “Shit.”

Mo pulls away, licking her lips and smiling like crazy.

I grab her under her arms and drag her into the shower. I slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes of me.

Fucking sexy.





We waited just long enough for his parents to go to bed, before Danny snuck me downstairs and out to the guest house. At the door, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me—kissed me like we’d just come home from a movie—like we’re dating or something. By the time he let me go, I was done for.

I slipped inside and locked up. Now I’ve been laying here for the better part of the night, thinking about Danny. About his kisses. His mouth on my pussy. His cum on my tongue and sliding down my throat. His cock inside me.

His cock.

My stomach sinks. His bare dick, inside. Oh no.

What was I thinking? I’m such an idiot.

I knew I’d be screwed if he figured out how much I want him.

Well, doesn’t really matter now. It won’t happen again.

Plus, his parents are back and there’s no way I’m going to get caught with Danny. Too many people to disappoint. Not to mention the fact that he’ll strip my heart bare and sell it for parts given the chance. He may not even mean to do it, but he could, with just one word or one look.

I can’t let him have that kind of power.


* * *

A knock on the door wakes me.

Danny?

I throw on my robe and check through the peephole. I let out a deep breath as I open the door, painting fake surprise on my face. “Hey, David. What are you guys doing home?”

Danny’s dad holds out a doll dressed in a neon stripped dress. “Hey, kiddo. We came back early after Laney called and told us about Danny’s accident with the door. Brought you a souvenir.”

“Ah. Thank you. Nice of you guys to think of me.”

I take the doll and step outside and close the door. It’s been David’s policy for us to never be inside alone. He told me long ago it gave the appearance of evil, even if nothing bad was happening. Fine with me; less awkward that way.

“Didn’t see you last night, so I thought I’d come down and check on you.”

“Oh, I was out with a—a friend until late. Hope y’all had a good trip.”

He grins. “It was very rejuvenating. I feel ten years younger.”

Danny may have his mom’s coloring, but that smile of his is all Dave. Rach has it too.

“That’s good. Okay. Well, I probably need to brush my teeth and get started on some homework.”

“Before you go in, I need to check out your water heater. I looked at the bills this morning and I think we have a leak somewhere.”

“I haven’t noticed anything.”

“Well, always good to check. I’ll be quick.” He takes the doll. “I’ll put this inside, so you don’t have to stand here holding it. Wait right here.”

“Okay. Thanks—I guess.”

I sit in the sun, the never relenting Texas breeze blowing my hair wild around my head. True to his word, about ten minutes later, Dave’s back.

“Okay. I set the doll on your dresser. And everything looks good with the water heater. Must be a problem somewhere else.”

“Glad it’s all right. I’ll see you guys later. Welcome home.”

Dave nods and heads up to the main house.


* * *

I check my phone when I get out of the shower. Ten thirty-three.

Crap.

I grab my shorts and a tank top. My study partner’s going to be ticked. I was supposed to meet Slade at ten-fifteen.

Scooping up my books, I head out the door. I’m ten feet from the end of the drive when Danny turns in on his bike. I stop to let him pass, but he pulls up beside me and flips the visor up on his helmet.

The clock in the dash says it’s ten-forty. “Hey, I’ve got to meet a friend. Can’t chat now. I’m late.”