Joshua Healy (The Mitchell/Healy Family #10)(27)

He’s already adjusting, playing with my hair so it’s out of my face, yet never taking his eyes off of what I’m doing. It’s not like I haven’t done this before; I have plenty of times, but Shaun never liked it. I’d do it until my cheeks were numb and he wouldn’t get off. My boyfriend before that asked for it all the time, so I hated it. Now I’m doing it without the request, and knowing his track record, I fear I’ll be nothing but a disappointment, giving him more reason to walk away.

I lick the tip, spread the saliva around the top of the shaft before taking it fully in my mouth. I suck and bob, repeating the process until I hear him making sounds like he’s into it. Josh holds my hair away from my face as I keep at it, stroking while moving to the same vigorous rhythm.

“Don’t stop,” he orders.

This gives me motivation, so I proceed, going at it, praying my cheeks won’t catch on fire from the friction. This goes on for minutes. I’m ready to take a break, or possibly try something new when I feel a change occurring within my hand. He’s forcing my head down now, I’m gagging, but taking more of his length, until it happens. His hot lava pours down my throat until he finally releases his hold on me. I keep my eyes closed and swallow before he’s out of my mouth to avoid the taste of his cum. I don’t want to embarrass myself by gagging, but fear it’s still going to happen.

Josh reaches over on the bedside table to fetch me a bottle of water. I take a few swigs and swish the last bit around to clean any remnants that could have been left behind. When I finish I close the bottle and smile back at him. “Feel better?”

He pulls me close again, kissing me on the head as he speaks. “You already know the answer. That was unexpected.”



Moments later, I’m nestled in his arms starting to fall asleep. His breathing has calmed, his heartbeat slowing. “Josh, if I’m not good at something will you tell me? I mean, I like that we can talk to each other. I feel like we’re friends.”

“Stop worrying about everything, Tamsyn. I think you’re great. Now go to sleep.”




The sun is shining when I feel him get out of bed. Out of panic, I sit up and wonder if I should rush into the other room. While admiring the rear view of Josh, he starts talking. “You should go back to sleep, Tamsyn. I’ll come wake you when breakfast is ready.”

“What about you? Will you come back to bed?”

He leans over and kisses me on the lips, with no regard for morning breath. “I’ve got some stuff to do. It’s Sunday. We have a big dinner and my parents are in charge of the meat tonight. Dad and I are smoking some prime rib. He’s been cooking it since last night.”

My mouth waters. “How much beef does your family eat?”

He chuckles. “Have you not noticed the cattle? We grow award winning steers. It’s only proper to keep some for ourselves.” He slips a boot on before finishing. “If you must know, we eat chicken more than anything else.”

“Are you sure I should go back to sleep? Should I offer to help your mom?”

“Na. She likes catering to guests. Besides, I like the fact that you’re still in my bed. I may have to take advantage of that when I come back.”

“What if your mom comes in while you’re gone? Maybe it’s best if I go back to your sister’s room.”

He halts me. “Nonsense. You’re fine, and I’m going to tell her I moved you to my room so you wouldn’t be disturbed. Oh, before I forget, I need to make sure you’re good with kids.”

“Kids? Why?”

“Well you’re staying for the festivities, and there will be a shit ton of little ones tearing up the place.”

“Babies?” I ask.

“Yeah, why?”

“I love babies.”

He starts to leave, only to stop and turn around with a furrowed brow. “When you say you love babies, you’re not implying that you…”

“I’m on the pill, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’d like to wait to have my life in order before I think about being a parent. How about you? Any kids out there?” It sucks I haven’t thought to ask this before. I’d still date him if he did have a child out there somewhere.

“No kids for me.”

When he sees my expression he keeps on. “What? Don’t believe me?”

“You’re not exactly careful.”

He’s scratching his head. “Check the nightstand.”

“Huh?”

“Open the drawer.”

I do as he says, getting a shock when I see an entire case of condoms. He then reaches in his back pocket and tosses his wallet toward me. “Open it.”

He’s got two rubbers in different places. “I don’t get it.”



Josh puts a hat on backwards. He takes a second and then grins. “Sometimes I get carried away. It’s true. I need to be more careful. If you think we should cover up, then I will. I won’t be offended if my track record scares you.”

I’m sitting straight up in the bed now, and I know I won’t be able to fall asleep with this on my mind. “If I asked how many, would you be able to answer?”

“I think the better question would be, would you be able to look at me the same?”