Heartless (Chestnut Springs, #2)

by Elsie Silver

“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck the filth right out of your pretty mouth.”

“You heard me, Red. You keep barking at me like that and I’m going to put you on your knees, open those strawberry lips, and fuck your face just to shut you up.”

So I give him a nudge. I lick my lips and open my mouth wide, tongue held flat, eyes melded to his. The most brash invitation in the world.

“Suck, Willa. Prove to me you’re good enough for the job and maybe I’ll give you my cock.” I moan, his words both drugging me and angering me. The challenge in what he’s said is clear, and I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. I take it and brace against his muscular thighs, sliding my lips up and down the length of his fingers. I can almost taste the bourbon on them.

Cade Eaton is about to learn that the trick to a good blow job is enjoying giving them. And I love it.

I don’t care if I’m the one on my knees while he towers above me. The power is mine right now. The power to make him fall apart is mine. And I’m drunk with it.

“Now, get on your back. I want to watch you squirm while I taste you for the first time.”

“I knew you had big dick energy, but this is something else.”

“Hey, Willa?” “Hey, Luke,” I reply dryly, since the be quiet part obviously didn’t register. “Sometimes I wish you were my mom.”

And I realize in that moment maybe I am heartless after all, because the beautiful girl with the copper hair grinning back at me right now is the one who stole it.

“I love you too, Willa. Even though I think you peed your pants.” My head shoots down to follow where he’s looking. “Alright. It’s time to call your dad.”