Unexpected Lovers Box Set by J.B. Heller
THREE MONTHS LATER. . .
My head drops against the couch as Lennon sucks my cock right to the back of her throat. One of her soft, small hands rolls my balls in her palm, and she slowly bobs up and down on my dick, her tongue paying extra attention to the sensitive underside of my crown with each upstroke.
“Fuuuck, baby,” I groan, my thighs tensing at her sides. “That feels sooo good.”
Her gaze flicks up to meet mine as I peer at her, cradling her cheek. Then, the door to our apartment flies open, and a, “Dear God, nooooo!” is shouted from the doorway.
Lennon shoots to her feet, her eyes wide as Bates sprints across the room, hunches over the kitchen sink, and dry heaves.
I don’t know where to look—at my best friend’s ghost-white face as he gags repeatedly or my woman’s smug one as she stares at him.
“What the hell, Bates?” she speaks, fighting a laugh as she wipes the corner of her mouth with the edge of her thumb. She’s trying not to look entertained, but she’s failing miserably.
His eyes are squeezed closed, and he’s shaking his head. “No, no, no, noooooo,” he chants under his breath. “Tell me I did not just see what I most definitely saw,” he demands, peeking one eye open just a little.
I snort back a laugh then realize I’m still sitting here, rockin’ out with my cock out while he’s having his little meltdown. As discreetly as possible, I tuck myself inside my sweats. They’ve become a staple in my wardrobe. Those and jock straps . . .
Tuning into the conversation once more, I grin when Lennon drawls, “Well, considering you just burst into our apartment . . .” Her hip cocks to the side, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “I’d say this is your penance for the number of times I’ve unwittingly walked in on you boning a baseball Annie.”
Bates gags again, a shudder drawing his shoulders up before he shakes it off. “This isn’t even close to the same thing,” he says. “You’re my baby sister, and I just saw you blowing my best friend’s love whistle. Not cool, man, not fucking cool.”
He points an accusatory finger my way, a nasty glare narrowing his eyes, and I shrug, holding out my hands in surrender. “Dude, you don’t live here anymore. It’s not like we set you up or anything. You barged in on us.”
“So?” he hollers. “Keep that shit in the bedroom, man.”
I snort. “This is our apartment. We can get busy anywhere we want.”
With a roll of his eyes, he flips me off. “Whatever. You two have fucking ruined my day—no, my life! Yeah, that’s right. I said it. You’re ruining my life!”
Lennon heaves a sigh and drops on the couch beside me. “It’s your turn to deal with the man-child’s tantrum. I did it last time.”
My shoulders slump. This was shaping up to be a good day. I mean, what better way to start the day than with a blow job from the woman you love. Fucking Bates . . .
THE END
Thank you so much for taking the time to read these stories. If you enjoyed them, I would be extremely grateful if you could take an extra second to leave a review by flipping to the last page of this book.
Also, you’ll be happy to know there are a further two books in this lighthearted rom com series- Falling For His Fake Fiancé & Wooing His Accidental Wife. Both are available now.
Again, thank you, and have an awesome day.
xo JB
