How does anyone survive this man? Does he have a string of dead lovers trailing behind him? Surely they don’t live to tell the tale of Rowdy The Pussy Whisperer.
“Rowdy,” I beg as much as plead for him to put me out of my misery.
“I’ve got you, Kitten.” He kisses down my stomach.
My breasts are pissed he abandoned them so easily. I wrench my back when he licks over my hipbone, nuzzles my mound with his nose, then kisses my lady lips straight on.
I’ve never been so mortified and exhilarated at the same time.
He groans into his intimate kiss, setting off a shockwave I feel to the tips of my toes. Nudging my thighs, he settles in, slings my legs over his broad shoulders, his thumbs holding me open as he pecks kisses around the most embarrassing place anyone has ever gazed upon.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Pink and wet.” He’s looking at me like he’s struck gold.
I squirm and contract.
He teases my opening before dipping inside. “You’re squeezing me so good, baby.”
“Is that good?”
“Oh yeah.” He praises me like I have some kind of control over my body’s reaction to what he’s doing to me.
When a second finger joins the first, the discomfort is immediate. I suck in a breath, gasping my surprise.
“Sorry.” He slows his thrusts and licks my clit, coaxing my body into submission. “That’s it.”
By the time my brain realizes it’s feeling pleasure instead of pain, he’s kneading my insides, rounding my nub with his tongue, and his free hand has found my needy breasts. Thank God.
He’s a maestro, working my triangle of happiness: nipples, clit, G-spot, playing a chord I’ve never heard before and didn’t even know existed.
The tempo increases.
A chorus of my cries. His grunts join the symphony.
A wave of supersonic proportions builds inside me, shaking me to my core.
This is it. My death.
My vision blurs, ears ring, my body lifts off the bed. Head thrown back, I cling to the only hope of saving me—the man between my thighs, licking me like I’m his favorite lollipop.
The blast inside me explodes. I shatter into a million pieces, skyrocketing into the stratosphere.
Never.
Never.
Never to be seen again.
WAKING UP BESIDE REESE FOR THE second day in a row is my new happy place. Besides her pussy. Oh, and her mouth.
Yesterday was a hellacious drudgery of funeral arrangements, talking business with Dad, comforting Taylor and avoiding Drake like he has the plague. Because he does.
The Asshole Plague.
You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? Well, he’s Douchebag Drake.
Everything felt like it took extra effort; even breathing and walking felt sluggish and discombobulated. Numb was the feeling of the day, except where it came to Reese.
She was the highpoint. Every thought ended up at her. The feel of her on my tongue. The mind-blowing feel of her mouth on my cock.
It’s not just the physical stuff. She centers me. One look, one touch, and my darkness fades, my pulse races for a whole other reason, and her smile notches her place in my chest.
I’m so fucking thankful she’s here. She makes today bearable.
I slip on a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt, then turn to find her ogling my ass. I love her eyes on me. Always on me.
“Morning, Kitten.”
“Good morning.” She sits up, holding the sheet over her bare chest, naked as the day is long, in my fucking bed. Cue the chest thumping.
“You’re up early.” She frowns at the clock.
“I’d like to take you somewhere this morning before the funeral. If you’re up to it.”
We didn’t get much sleep. We haven’t had sex, but we certainly haven’t been keeping our hands—mouths—to ourselves.
One heated look, and I swear my kitten purrs like she was made for me.
She was. I’ve no doubt.
“Yeah, give me a minute to throw on some clothes.” She rubs her tummy as it growls.
“I’m taking you to breakfast.”
She beams her electric smile.
Damn this woman gets me going. Cocky jumps in my pants, elongating down my thigh.
Nope. I have vertical plans.
We could do her against the wall, Cocky suggests.
Shut the fuck up.
I kiss her forehead and step back before she can touch me, blowing my non-sexual plans for the morning. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
I make my escape, socks and shoes in hand, ignoring her eyes on my crotch.
She wants a taste, Cocky sulks.
I ignore him too.
I have things to do, things to share before we say goodbye to Mom this afternoon.
Biting back the rage at the injustice of it all, I stalk to the kitchen.
Mom should be here to meet Reese.
To know her grandkids.
The ones you’ll have someday with Reese.
Wait. What?
Damn, that just snuck in there.
Mom, was that you?
No answer. Not that I expected one.
I want Reese. There’s no doubt. Kids don’t seem like a stretch.
That would require sex, though, and we’re not having the kind that makes babies.
Yet.
I don’t even bother with a shower. I just had one a few hours ago with Rowdy. Man, how far my sex life has progressed to never having been kissed to near shower sex with The Pussy Whisperer.
We got dirty under that shower spray before he was nice enough to clean me up.
He’s thoughtful like that.
Slipping into my sneakers, I locate my purse across the room in the sitting area. I wasn’t sure it had made it to the room last night.
Rowdy basically threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his wing after a day of dealing with his family. We didn’t even eat with them. He had dinner waiting for us in his room. Thank you, Helga.
We snuggled and watched TV as we munched on the most delicious hamburger and steak fries I’ve ever eaten.
And for dessert? Him, of course.
I grab my purse on my way out to find my Shadow.
Today’s gonna be hard. Whatever he needs, I’m here.
After a short drive with the sunrise breaking over the horizon, Rowdy pulls into a marina. I knew we were close to the water, but I didn’t realize how close.
“Come on.” With a bag slung over his shoulder, he takes my hand. “You don’t get seasick, do you?”
I trip over my feet. “Wha… We’re going out on a boat?”
He nods like it’s no big deal and keeps walking, but now I’m tucked under his arm to avoid a future trip, I suppose.
“We can’t. What about…” What am I balking about? If he wants to miss his mom’s funeral, I’m not going to stop him. Whatever he needs today, I’m his girl.
“Only a few hours, Kitten. We’ll be back in plenty of time to shower and dress.” He stops in front of what I can only describe as a yacht. It definitely is not the kind of boat I was envisioning. His light eyes rival the water glistening below our feet. “I need this.”
Yep, totally in. “Then what are we waiting for, Shadow?”
His dimples stir hormones and warm my heart. “Not a damn thing.” A quick kiss and he’s pulling me up the gangplank to be greeted by the crew.