Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“Rider business?” I shouldn’t ask, but curiosity is getting the better of me. I’ve known Hush for months, but he’s held all things Knight Rider close to his chest.
“No, but don’t worry about them. I’ll wait for ‘em to kick up more dirt before I handle it.” He shrugs.
“Fine, but if I accept that you’re not going to tell me,” —sliding out of my seat and moving into the one next to Hush, I can’t hide the smile growing on my face. I just pray it won’t give my intentions away— “I won’t accept you being all doom and gloom by yourself, either.”
His eyes follow me as I cross the gap from opposite to beside him, settling between my eyes when I’m seated again.
“I’m sorry.” He snaps his head to the other side of the room. Allowing him to continue, I slide my hands under the table. “I didn’t want to ruin the night, but…” He trails off as my fingers brush over his knee, circling his muscular thigh until my palms cup tightly against it. “What are you doing?”
“Me? Nothing at all,” I say with as much sultry flare as I can muster. “Just trying to help you relieve some stress.”
I walk my fingers along the inside of his thigh, while my palm slides along with it. His body tenses the closer I get to his manhood, already throbbing and bulging against his jeans.
“See?” I continue. “The best way to get rid of that pent-up tension is to get it out. And I’ve got it under good authority that men, especially those in harsh professions like yours, store most of their tension in the balls.” My shit talking is enough to put a smile on Hush’s face. A step in the right direction, considering the deep creases his intense frown left on his forehead.
“What do you suggest then, doctor?” Hush asks, leaning back in his chair and separating his legs to give me easier access to the rock-hard slab in the middle.
My momma used to say the easiest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And with the way my dad looked, pot belly and smiling from sun up to sun down, I believe her. But what I’ve learned is that the easiest way to settle the storm brewing inside them is through their cock.
There isn’t a thing in this world that can’t be remedied with a well-timed stroke. Hush molding like putty beneath my fingertips reaffirms the point, and by the end of the night, he’ll have forgotten all about the guys at the bar giving him trouble.
My fingers traipse over his meat, starting at the head and working their way to the base. “First instincts tell me that emptying your balls will give you some much-needed relief.” Rubbing my palm along the full length while I speak, Hush catches a moan in the back of his throat. Perfect timing, too, with someone passing just as the sound threatens to escape. “But I’ve got a feeling that this is a deeper problem. You’ll have to come back for repeat sessions five to six times a week for the next, oh, I don’t know, decade or so to cure it completely.”
“What if I’m not cured by the end of it?” His eyes lazily meet mine, staring straight through and into my soul, as I coil my hand around the head of his cock through his jeans. Squeezing tightly, with short motions of the wrist to get this ball rolling.
“Then I’ll extend your treatment for another ten. And we’ll keep it on repeat until you’re satisfied with your care.”
Heavy breathing, an unnatural spasm in his legs, and a fire stoked in his eyes reassures me that I’m doing a good job. But it can still be better.
Much better.
“Wanna get out of here and take your first dose of … medicine?” I ask, bobbing my head in the direction of the door.
“Funny, isn’t it?” Hush slips his hand over mine under the table before launching to his feet. The action pulls me onto mine, and before he can finish the thought, we’re heading for the door. “You’re the one giving me medicine, but it’s my syringe that’s doing the poking.”
7
HUSH
Tara couldn’t keep her hands off my cock the whole ride back to her apartment. With one around my belly for support, the other stroked and teased me, keeping me rock-solid and ready for what what’s about to happen.
Making out the elevator trip to her floor, hands wandering and bodies tangling, we barely make it to her apartment clothed. Not three steps in, her hands find their way to my belt, yanking and pulling on the leather for release. A few more, and her dress is scattered over the kitchen counter, our shoes left somewhere in the entry, with my shirt and boxers, and her sheer green undies the last hurdles to overcome.