She kept talking. “—fuck in a backseat of a cramped car isn’t always satisfying.”
“You need to shut the fuck up now.”
She planted her hands on her hips and glared up at him. “Why? Because you can’t imagine me having sex? Or you don’t want to?”
Both.
No, the second one. Because the first one he could. As long as she was having that sex with him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fists to the sides of his thighs because if he didn’t, he was going to grind them into his eye sockets to wipe away the vision of her having sex with anyone else from his head.
She kept talking anyway because that was who she was. “So, what’s wrong with me wanting to have sex in a damn bed with someone I trust, to actually take our time and make it good? I could really use a good fuck.”
When those last two words came out huskily, his eyes opened.
“And no one has to know,” she finished.
“Had that discussion already,” was all he could manage.
“Yes, well, we’ll know.” She threw her hands up and yelled, “Who the fuck cares? Fuck me and forget about it. Then, once we go home, you can go back to your man-whore ways.”
She was trying to make what she wanted seem more simple than it was. Most of his brothers would jump on that offer and not even think twice. In fact, before she had even been done talking, they would’ve had their dick out and in their hand, impatiently waiting on her to stop running her mouth and wrap it around their hard-on instead.
But it wasn’t any of them standing in this room, it was him. “You ain’t gonna say shit if you see me railin’ one of the sweet butts?”
Her brow dropped low.
Yeah, he didn’t think it would be that easy. It never was with a woman.
“No. Why would I?”
Hold up. That meant… “You’re sayin’ you only wanna use my dick temporarily.”
“Yes, why not?”
Why the fuck not? he wanted to repeat in a scream.
“That whole to-do list you growled into my ear earlier—which made me wet, by the way—proves to me that you want to fuck me. Am I wrong?”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Well, then…” She shrugged. “I just decided what we’ll be doing to pass the time the rest of this afternoon… Instead of watching one of those boring black-and-white movies.”
He stood frozen in his spot by the window as she moved toward his bed. While she did so, she ripped her T-shirt over her head, reached behind herself to unclip her bra, letting it drop to the floor, and then she paused with her back to him. She snagged the elastic waistband of her shorts, bent over and shoved them—and whatever panties she’d been wearing—down her legs until they dropped to her feet.
What.
The.
Fuck.
This was not a fair fight. Not a fair fight at all.
How could she just do that and…
He needed to go get her room back from the front desk, then he needed to go over there and take an ice-cold shower.
Because his dick now had its own heartbeat. It also had its own opinion, too. It was screaming at him to not look a gift horse in the mouth. To take the damn gift and say, “Thanks.”
Be appreciative.
Stop being a pussy.
She was right. No one had to know.
Coatesville, Pennsylvania could be the new Las Vegas.
What happened in…
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But what happened in Manning Grove once they got back could be far from fun. What happened here might not matter, but what happened there would.
He wasn’t Rook, who thought he could fuck Jet out of his system. He was mistaken, of fucking course, because that was a complete failure.
Rev wasn’t stupid. He was smart enough to know that if he fucked Reilly, he wouldn’t be able to shake her afterward, not because she’d be clingy, but…
He could do this. He could fuck her without wanting anything afterward. Right?
He did it all the time with the sweet butts and randoms.
The only problem was, he’d have to see Reilly almost every day. At the garage, out at the farm. On the runs, at parties.
Stop bein’ a pussy. She’s offerin’ you hers. Take it.
Why was he having a conversation with himself when there was a naked blonde in his room, climbing onto his bed?
All that damn smooth skin, the weight of her tits rocking and rolling as she moved, the tips puckered into tight rosebuds, the curves of her bare hips and ass. Christ, she hadn’t faced him yet, but he was dying to get a good look at what he was only getting glimpses of while she moved to the headboard.
His headboard.
While she was completely naked. And she had already waved the green flag, giving him the go-ahead.
Of course, fool that he was, he still remained frozen in place, his conscience fighting with his ever-increasing thirst for her.
What he’d been fantasizing about for the past year could actually become a reality. All he had to do was fucking move!
“Reilly,” he choked out. His dick was now so goddamn hard, his balls so damn tight, the discomfort almost unbearable.
He was trying not to stare at her, so he could think clearly and make the right decision, but…
He was only fucking human.
Chapter Ten
“Why do you look like a damn deer stuck in high beams? It’s almost like you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”
Rev’s Adam’s apple popped up, stuck for a second and then dropped like a rock. “Seen plenty of naked women.”
“Then you know what to do with one,” she huffed as she settled onto his bed.
She was now buck naked, and he was only wearing his jeans. There was no reason they weren’t already sweating, panting and exchanging body fluid.
Okay, yes there was. His resistance.
Damn stubborn men with their fears of being bludgeoned to death! Fsst.
“Don’t make me feel self-conscience now.” She sat on the bed and waved a hand down her body. “Like this isn’t good enough for you. I know I got a little softer—”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with what I’m seein’.”
“Well, there must be since you’re still standing all the way over there.”
“Reilly…”
“Rev… Look, let’s make a pact. Oh, I know! We could do a pinky swear and we’ll swear we won’t tell anyone. That whatever happens between us won’t leave this room.” She jutted out her hand, curled her fingers and thumb into her palm and stuck her pinky straight up in the air.
His brow dropped low. “A fuckin’ what?”
“A pinky swear. Didn’t you ever… Never mind. Just come here. I’ll show you.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” he muttered under his breath.
“I’m not a black widow.”
“Maybe not directly. But if anyone finds out, you could be indirectly responsible for my demise.”
“That’s what the pinky swear is for,” she explained. “Nobody will find out. No one breaks the sanctity of a pinky swear.” She rolled her lips under to keep from laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing was. If she laughed, he’d never agree.