Free Behold the Stars by Susan Fanetti

right. He’d slowed down some, probably now within spitting distance of the speed limit—which Isaac considered a friendly suggestion more than a law.
    Sucking firmly, she drew her mouth back up his full length; then, when he was out, she ran her tongue all over him, flicking over his glans with the point of her tongue, flattening it out and drawing it up and down his length. He groaned again, and the truck shimmied a little. Maybe it wouldn’t be a great idea to draw this out much longer.
    Changing her position on the seat, she pulled her left hand from between them and wrapped it around his cock. She sucked him into her mouth again, and now, with one hand around his base, the other massaging his balls, and her mouth and tongue drawing him in, she set her task to getting him off, hard and fast.
    “Gah—fuck!! Baby, fuck!” he yelled, the sound bouncing off the glass surrounding them. His right hand clamped down around her neck. When she felt his body go taut, his hand curling tightly around her neck and throat, she sped up, sucking and licking, rubbing and squeezing, until he shouted unintelligibly and shot a stream of hot seed down her throat. She stayed on him, swallowing, until he was twitching spastically, and she felt him soften just barely.
    Sitting back, she tucked him gently away and closed up his jeans and belt. When she looked up, he was staring at her with wonder. She grinned. “So…we there yet?”
    “Jesus Christ, woman. I fuckin’ love you.”
     
    ~oOo~
     
    With Isaac in a much more relaxed mood, the rest of the ride passed pleasantly. They talked about what kinds of furniture they might be looking for. Lilli suggested that they not look only for furniture, but smaller things, like curtains and linens. He was amenable. Lilli smiled, feeling fairly certain that, just then, Isaac would be amenable to absolutely any suggestion she might have about anything.
    When they got to Springfield, a community too big to be rightly called a town, but too small to be really considered a city, Isaac told her he wanted to deal with his business first. He didn’t seem inclined to tell her what that business was, and Lilli didn’t ask, both because she was naturally disinclined to pry and because she’d come to understand the way the MC world worked, and that she was not entitled to full disclosure. He dropped her off at a little bookshop in a strip mall, and Lilli went in to kill some time.
    Wandering in bookstores, especially little used bookshops like this one, made Lilli feel close to her dad. As a student of languages, she was an avid reader. It was something she’d shared with him. She had a trove of wonderful memories about her dad and his books—knocking quietly on his study door, hearing his welcome, poring through his shelves to choose something new to read. Or the times when he’d find her, book in hand, and suggest she read it so they could talk about it. When she got older, sometimes it would be her doing the suggesting.
    Her father could be a hard, uncompromising man. She knew it was true, and she saw it sometimes in the way he dealt with others. She saw it in the way he erased her mother from their memories after her suicide. But never with Lilli. With his daughter, he was gentle and loving, always. His expectations were high, and his rules firm, but even as strong-willed as Lilli was, she’d never felt a need to rebel against him. They were always a team. Losing him had left her unmoored.
    In a storage locker in California, all of her father’s books, and hers, were closed up in boxes stacked to the rafters. Their books and not much else. She hadn’t wanted almost anything from that house after her father died. She had not seen the books in ten years, since she’d filled the boxes and taped them shut. It occurred to her that she might arrange to have them shipped to Signal Bend, to Isaac’s—their—house. If she was settling in, she could have her father’s books.
    Isaac was going to have