Page 47 of Reckless Dynasty (Knight's Ridge Empire 9)

JODIE

Iwork Toby in my mouth as if my life depends on it.

Today has been long. There’s been no more change with Sara since the good news on Sunday. I spent all afternoon finalising plans for my future, plans that I haven’t discussed with Toby yet, and I was desperate for him to come home and distract me from all the seriousness of life. Sadly, that wasn’t how our evening was destined to go, because no sooner than he walked in the door, he was telling me that he had to go straight back out again once he’d got changed.

Dread settled heavy in my stomach at the thought of him being sent into some dangerous situation like that night in Lovell, but he quickly reassured me that he was just heading to the hotel for a meeting with the boss and a shift on security.

So I spent the night cooking up a storm—the pièce de résistance of my culinary experimentation is still hiding in the fridge. I’m hoping it will be the second thing that blows his mind tonight.

“Jodie,” he groans from above the table, his salty precum coating my tongue as I pull back and tease his head.

I just sink back down when there’s a bang of a door closing somewhere behind me.

My heart jumps into my throat—not that there’s much space with Toby’s cock filling most of it—as footsteps get closer.

I pull back, ready to scramble out from beneath the table, but Toby is quicker. He finally releases the chair he’s been holding onto for dear life in favour of twisting his fingers in my hair and giving me little choice but to stay exactly where I am.

“This is your first and only warning, I’m about to walk into the room.”

I try to lift my head at the sound of his sister’s voice, but his grip tightens, making my scalp burn.

I sense the moment she joins us in the room, despite the fact that I can’t see anything but Toby’s crotch as he feeds me his cock once more.

“Where’s Jodie?” she asks, obviously able to see the evidence that I should have been sitting at the table eating with him.

Despite her standing there staring at him, he never stops the movement of his arm, forcing me to continue bobbing up and down on his unwavering hard-on.

“She’s… uh… in the bathroom,” he grits out. To me, it’s so fucking obvious just from his voice alone as to what’s going on, but either Stella is far stupider than I’ve given her credit for, or she’s just more than happy playing this sick and twisted game they seem to have going on, because she doesn’t move, and instead of excusing herself, her only response is, “No worries, I can wait.”

If I weren’t already damn near choking on Toby’s dick, I would be at her knowing comment.

“What do you want, Stel?” Toby barks.

“Oh sorry, didn’t I make it clear enough when I walked in and asked where Jodie is?”

I can picture her rolling her eyes in frustration while a knowing smirk plays on her lips.

“I’ll pass on that you were here.”

“Aw, that’s so kind of you, Bro. But I’d really like to see her myself.”

I can almost hear the amusement in her tone, and it makes me want to die a million deaths. I’m pretty sure it would have been less mortifying if she’d have walked in and we were doing this out in the open. At least I’d have stood a chance of Toby letting me up.

Toby forces me deeper on his cock, and I have to fight not to gag on him, giving myself away.

Sadly, though, he doesn’t manage to restrain himself, and a low moan rumbles in his throat. It’s not overly loud, but it’s more than enough to alert Stella to what’s happening—assuming she didn’t suss us out the moment she walked in, of course.

“Fuck off, Stel,” he grunts.

Silence follows as Toby slows his movements, holding me down on his dick. He twitches, his length swelling with his impending release.

“Fine,” Stella huffs, “but only because I love you. Tell Jodie not to make any plans for tomorrow. She’s mine. That’s assuming she can’t actually hear me right now.”

Fucking thankfully, her footsteps quickly get quieter and I wait for the slam of the front door so I can finally push him over the edge.

“Oh, Tobes?” she calls from down the hall.

His response is nothing more than a pained groan.