Tore Up (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 1)

“Adalee, what time is Brighton Farms supposed to be here?” I asked, pausing at the door to the stables office.

I’d thought it was at noon, but it was already past one now. Brighton Farms had purchased War Pilot, a yearling that had been sired by Vladimir. Right now, we couldn’t be sure just how fast Pilot was or if he would be like his father. In Vladimir’s maiden race, he had come in third, then gone on to win the next seven races he was in, including the Kentucky Derby. He was retired now, living his best life in the stables.

“At noon tomorrow,” she replied, looking from her computer screen back to me.

“Fuck. When the hell did they reschedule?” I asked, frustrated.

I had other shit to do today, but Dad had needed me to be here when they arrived.

“Last week. I told your dad.” She sounded apologetic. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

“It’s fine,” I replied. “I’m gone for the day.”

She stood up quickly. “Wait,” she called out.

And I knew from the tone of her voice what this was going to be about.

With a resigned sigh, I paused and waited for it.

She tucked some of her black hair behind her ear, and her eyes, heavily lined to give a cat-shaped appearance, flickered with expectancy.

Shit. Here we go.

“It’s my lunch break. I brought a Mexican casserole I’d made last night. There’s plenty for two.”

Adalee was attractive. She was excellent at her job. She was thirty-three, well educated, and recently divorced.

When her divorce had been finalized two weeks ago, I’d been day drinking. She flirted more than usual that day. Thinking with more than a buzz, I walked into her office, closed the door, told her to get on her knees, and suck me off. It was the first new divorcée I’d had on my dick, and maybe they weren’t all like her, but Adalee sucked me like she was starving for it.

When she offered the next day, being a guy, I shoved her down to her knees and fed her some more.

It was the third day when her neckline had gotten so low that her tits looked like they might fall out. She had some thickness to her waist that showed with the tight shirt she’d chosen to showcase her tits. Honestly, it wasn’t that I was against the thicker waist and roll she had showing with her high-waisted jeans. It was the thirsty thing that just wasn’t for me. And this woman was real damn thirsty. Too needy.

I’d shut it down and acted like I didn’t pick up on her advances. I’d hoped she would let it go, but it seemed she was ready to push harder.

“Thanks for the offer, but I have some things I need to get done at the house,” I explained. Which was checking on Halo.

I’d found myself feeling guilty about what I had said to her this morning. She wanted to help. The memory of what Ares had said about her being forced to clean, combined with her mentioning getting a job, had made me snap. Explaining to her she wasn’t safe, working some waitressing job or whatever she’d been planning on, would have been a better way to tell her no.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh … well, I mean, it won’t take long. And you seemed tense all morning. I could help with that,” she told me, then licked her red-painted lips.

I’d told her I was going to face-fuck that red lipstick off her the first time she sucked me. She’d been wearing it daily since.

Fucking hell. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Her husband had left her for another woman, and I knew her self-esteem had taken a hit. If sucking my dick helped her, then why not? It was a mouth on my cock.

I tilted the front of my cowboy hat back on my head, then stepped inside the office and closed the door. The gleam of excitement in her eyes should make me feel like a piece of shit for doing this. She was reading something into it that wasn’t ever going to happen.

“Adalee, this is about me fucking your mouth and shooting my load down your throat. You understand that, right? Nothing more. I’m not looking for a relationship—I don’t do those—and I do not make promises to women.”

Her smile remained a little too worshipful for my taste as she nodded. “Of course. I know that,” she said, unbuttoning three more buttons on her top until her cleavage was bare.

She did have nice, big, massive tits, but I’d sucked on a lot of tits.

“All right then,” I replied, then placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. “You want my cock? Then, take it.”

She batted her lashes up at me as she licked up one side and then the other. I didn’t really have time for all this foreplay shit. I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my cock down her throat.

“That’s what I want, Adalee,” I told her forcefully. “This.” I sank inside her again.

Her eyes watered as she choked. Maybe this would be enough to make her see that lunch with casseroles wasn’t in the cards for us. She grabbed my thighs to keep me from gagging her so hard the next time, and I wanted to laugh. Like that was going to hold me back.

“You surprise me,” I told her. “I didn’t know you were such a little cumslut.”

She moaned. Guessed she liked being called names.

“Hollow out those cheeks,” I told her, slapping the side of her face. “Suck it like you want my load. Like you can’t wait for it.”

She had to be the most obedient bitch I’d face-fucked. Some older guy who wanted to settle down would be thrilled to have her. I could look at it as I was just training her for the future. She needed to stay away from younger guys. We weren’t looking for anything more than a new, hot fuck.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her, closing my eyes and enjoying her zealous need to make me happy. “Cup my balls,” I told her, fisting my hand in her hair. “Fuck yeah. Fuuuuck yeah.” I was getting close.

It wasn’t black hair that I held in my hand. It was a dark bronze with subtle highlights. A scattering of freckles over a perfect, upturned nose and eyes that looked like the Caribbean Sea as the sun danced off it.

Oh fuck. That face.

I shouldn’t be thinking about that face.

“GAH, DAMMIT!” I roared and held her head as I filled her throat.

I was a twisted, fucked-up bastard. Guilt and shame slowly settled over me as I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. What kind of monster imagined his dead brother’s baby momma while he got off? Jesus, where had that come from? What was wrong with me?

I heard Adalee smacking her lips, like I’d just given her a piece of chocolate cake with extra frosting. We both knew my cum didn’t taste like a damn treat. It was semen, for God’s sake.

I forced a smile, trying to hide the disgust I felt for myself as I looked down at her and began pulling my pants up. I shouldn’t have done that. Sure, it had felt great, but it had been wrong in so many different ways.

She licked her lips like a paid actress, and I wondered if she’d been watching porn.

“Thanks,” I told her as she stood up.

“Sure you don’t want some of my casserole?” she asked in a voice I was sure she meant to be tempting. It was failing to hit the mark.

“Sorry, can’t,” I replied and reached for the door, opening it as I zipped my jeans.

I needed to get out of here and go take a shower. Not that Adalee was gross, but because I was.

Looking up from buttoning my jeans, my eyes collided with Than’s. He had an amused grin on his face, and I started to tell him to fuck off when I realized he wasn’t alone. Slowly, already knowing who it was, I shifted my gaze to Halo. The wide-eyed expression on her face answered the question of how much they had heard.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Hey, Adalee,” Than called out, looking past me into the office.

“Hello, Than,” she replied, sounding almost pleased at the fact that we’d been overheard.

My jaw felt like granite as I glared at him. “What are you doing here?”

Than nodded his head in the direction of the office. “Definitely not what you’re doing here.”

“Shut up,” I hissed, slamming the office door behind me.

Than held up both his hands. “Calm down. I thought I’d bring Halo to see the horses before we went to get some lunch.”

The thought of her hearing me get off was not helping the shit that had gone through my head when I filled Adalee’s throat.

Fuck! What was wrong with me?

It had to be that I’d not been fucking regularly. Since Crosby’s death, we’d not had women over to the house. There was no taking different women in the same night. I wasn’t in a headspace for it. Clearly, that had caught up with me. Hell, I had let our office manager, who was eight years older than me, suck me off. That should have been a sign right there that I needed to get laid.

“Fine. Don’t let her on the back of a horse though,” I barked before stalking away. Needing to get away from the guilt that burned in my gut when I looked at her.

Why was her face the one I had seen? It infuriated me. She was the reason my brother was dead, and she was pregnant with my nephew. Sex depravation had turned me into a sicko.