Page 155 of Wallflower

Bucky:

Righteous! Bring food please?

Rose:

You got it, Grandpa.

Bucky:

OH MY GOD I’M A PAPA!!

Rose:

Congratulations!

Bucky:

Thank you. Thank you.

Rose:

Should I bring the champagne?

Bucky:

Definitely! It’s a celebration!

Rose:

Can’t wait! See you soon!

Bucky:

Oh, it's going to be a day to remember, that’s for sure. One with so much excitement it could kill you.

“Whoever you’re texting over there is about to die.” Ripley’s deep, sleepy voice is laced with jealousy, and it ignites a wildfire inside me.

I’m going to pull up to that hell hole, Rip’s cum smeared across my lips with a smile on my face, as Shantel seethes internally.

“And why is that?” I reply. “You’re the one who gave out my number.”

“For emergencies,” he grumbles, rolling my way as I toss the phone to the nightstand. I overestimate catastrophically as it bangs into the wall, ricocheting off with a dent. The device slides into my empty water bottle, then clatters to the ground. I wince at the sound as Ripley covers his head with a pillow. The metal water bottle rolls, teetering on the edge, before it too falls to the floor with an echoing metallic tinging.

He muffles what I’m sure is a snide comment beneath the pillow, and I pull it away.

Shit, he’s breathtaking. All ruffled, flustered, and sleepy. “Bucky’s rat had babies, he deemed that an emergency.”

“Of course he did. We should go.”

“We should,” I agree, slinking my body down the mattress and ducking beneath the covers.

“Ro—” I silence whatever he was about to say with a swipe of my tongue up his shaft. His cock hardens almost instantaneously as he bucks against my teasing. “Ah, shit,” he breathes. “Let me see you.” Ripley tugs away the sheet, watching the way my tongue savours him.

“Is this okay?” I ask, and he nods.

I slip my lips over his tip, readying to take him deep.

“Wait…” he whispers. Pausing, I look up at him. Ripley reaches over the side of the mattress, hand slipping between it and the boxspring, pulling out a set of cuffs.