Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(85)

“They’re coming after him. I have no clue how long he’s owed them shit, but I know last week someone turned over my apartment in Southie, and I only walked away because I’d happened to not be there.”

Sucking in a breath, he shakes his head, something akin to vulnerability flickering on his face. “If they don’t get their money, they’ll come for you too. And Lenny. Anyone they can shake change from.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about my safety. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“But Len?” His use of a nickname makes my blood boil, and I grind my teeth together. Nodding, he points a finger at me. “See, I can tell, dude. You like her. Your relationship may be fake, but the way you’re clenching your jaw at the thought of her getting hurt? Your feelings are real.”

Exhaling harshly, I yank the gun back, slide the safety back into place, and turn on the vehicle. “Thanks for the psychoanalysis, but you’ve greatly overextended your hand here, Covington.”

“Fine. But don’t come crying to me when she’s dead. You could’ve avoided all of this.”

A knot forms in my throat, hot and angry, at the thought of a single hair on Lenny’s head being out of place for any reason outside of me.

And even though I’m confident I could scrub our existences off the face of the planet, send us into hiding to avoid whatever fallout is bound to occur from this, I’m not confident that she’d agree.

Then what?

I’m alone, again.

Preston turns and begins walking away, and I clutch the steering wheel so tight that it feels like my knuckles could snap.

“Fine,” I grit out, hating myself for this. “What did you have in mind?”





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“Jesus, love.” My eyes pinch shut as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through me. “You get any better at that, and I might be convinced you’re trying to kill me.”

Lenny’s eyes curve up at the corners as she lets out a soft gag around my cock. Pulling back, she lets her drool pool down, slathering my shaft and her fingers wrapped at the base.

Running her tongue along the thick, purple vein on the underside, she coaxes a shiver from deep in my bones, and I clutch her hair tighter.

“If it doesn’t feel like I’m trying to suck the soul from your body, I’m not doing it right.”

Diving back in, she bobs up and down the length, holding a few seconds each time she hits the back of her throat.

I’m hanging on by a loose, frayed thread, the taste of her cunt from moments before still fresh on my lips, propelling me toward release.

“Bloody hell,” I groan, fisting the bedsheet with my free hand. Lust blurs my vision as she flicks the tip of her tongue against my slit, then smacks the flat of it with my crown. “Such a pretty little slut, taking me in your mouth like this. You love being a good, filthy girl for me, don’t you?”

She nods, enthusiastic as she redoubles her efforts until it’s me on the edge of a cliff, more than willing to jump off and find God.

“Your warm, wet little mouth is gonna make me come, love. That what you want? A belly full of me?”

Moaning, her cheeks hollow out, and her hand comes up to cup beneath my shaft. As she alternates between massaging and sucking, increasing her pace, I unravel spectacularly.

My knuckles blanch as release rolls up my spine, hot currents of ecstasy coursing through my bloodstream.

I come hard, back bowing as I guide her all the way down my cock, fitting her lips against my pelvis. Her tongue swipes back and forth in short jerks, teasing me as I spill down her throat.

The tiny swallowing sounds she makes prolong the orgasm, and I come for what feels like an eternity, my cock pulsing to the point of pain. Sliding off slowly, Lenny closes her lips around my tip and disconnects us.

“Did you swallow?”

She shakes her head, and my cock twitches.

“Show me.”

Taking me back in her hand, she poises her mouth over me, opening and coating me in the mixture of cum and saliva. It trickles down, and she leans in, using her tongue to mop it back up.

“You taste so good,” she murmurs, holding my gaze. When she’s on her knees like this, she doesn’t break the contact—like she needs the connection, needs to see that I’m enjoying what she does.

Then she gets on top, or I throw her onto her back, and she refuses to meet my eyes.

Grabbing the back of her head, I drag her up to me. “Let me see.”

As I seal our lips in a salty, sloppy kiss, her knees sink onto the mattress on either side of my hips, and then she’s lifting her arse and reaching beneath to thumb me inside of her.

She sinks down, her cunt hot and snug around me, and we let out a simultaneous breath of contentment. Rolling her hips gently, she works to get me back to the edge, gnawing on her bottom lip and bracing her hands on the headboard behind me.

Pulling back, I cup her cheeks, waiting for her to glance up from where she watches our bodies connect. Normally, that’s enough, but right now there’s something in me screaming for more.

“Lenny,” I whisper, chest tight. “Look at me.”

A shake of her head brushes some of her golden-brown hair off her shoulder. I bend, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above her clavicle, and then try again.