“My car’s here, Jonah. I can just run by there on my way to work,” she countered.
“Yeah, but my bike’s not here, and I’m not driving Mom’s car if I need to go somewhere.”
“What’s wrong with your mom’s car?”
“It’s a bright red Mazda Miata. Even if I could fit in it, I wouldn’t because it’s a chick car,” I explained.
“A chick car?” she asked, sounding like she was gearing up to argue with me.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Mom has girly stickers and shit on it, not to mention all the crap hanging from the rearview mirror. The point is, I’m not driving it. If you don’t want to take me to get my bike, I’m sure Duke or Carbon will.”
“Sorry, my mind doesn’t work all that well when I haven’t had enough sleep. We can go when I get up. I usually set my alarm for three o’clock. Does that work for you?” she asked.
“Sounds great,” I said and softly kissed her lips. “Sweet dreams.”
Chapter Seventeen
River
I spent a week at Leigh’s house with Jonah before she convinced him she didn’t need anyone to stay with her. She was right, but Jonah wasn’t happy when I agreed with her.
He didn’t say a word the entire way back to his house and the vibes rolling off him were anything but pleasant.
He headed down the hallway to his bedroom while I went to mine. Before I closed my door, I stuck my head out into the hallway and said to his back, “Your aura is brown.”
I silently counted. One. Two. Three.
Jonah appeared in the doorway. “My what?”
“Your aura,” I said and waved my hand in his direction. “You know, your mood or attitude.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Is that so?”
“It is. You should cleanse it,” I suggested.
He pushed away from the door and slowly advanced on me. “And how exactly does one cleanse their aura?”
I shrugged. “Not sure, but I think you’re supposed to try to relax and find a way to release the tension from your body,” I said and reached for his belt. My fingers worked the leather through the buckle and popped the button on his jeans. “I might know a way to help you with that.”
I slid his zipper down while I sank to my knees. He sucked in a sharp breath when I pulled his boxer briefs down and freed his cock, but the groan he released when I took him into my mouth was music to my ears.
I knew what I was doing and I wasted no time in getting started. I used one hand to cover what wouldn’t fit into my mouth and started moving while I massaged his balls with my other hand.
He carefully laced his fingers through my hair and cupped the back of my head, but he made no attempt to control my movements, which told me he was holding back. While I appreciated the thought, it wasn’t what he needed.
Moving my hands to his ass, I pulled him closer as I took him deeper. When I flicked my eyes up, he was watching me intently with a look of utter awe on his face. Without breaking my rhythm, I kept my eyes locked with his and waited for the inevitable.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he groaned and tugged on my hair. I shook my head and increased my pace. “River,” he warned with a hint of panic. “River, I’m gonna come.”
With that, I inhaled through my nose, pushed forward, and swallowed, repeatedly. Jonah uttered a string of colorful expletives as he came down my throat.
When I was sure he was finished, I let him slip from my mouth and carefully tucked him back into his boxer briefs. He snorted and pulled me to my feet. “My turn.”
I shook my head. “No, that was just for you. But I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to climb into bed and take a nap with me.”
He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head. “I can do that.” I stripped off my shirt and pants while he shucked his jeans. As soon as we were snuggled together under the covers, he asked, “Is my aura still brown?”
“No, but mine will be if you don’t let me sleep.”