“No shit?”
Laughing, I shrugged. “No shit.” It also happened to be at a time I was low and bored with my life.
He took one elbow off the bar and turned his body my way. My pulse raced when he reached out and tucked my light brown hair behind my ear. He caught the shiver it caused.
“You seriously don’t care I’m way older?” He cocked a brow.
“No. Not at all.”
“Good to know. Tell me somethin’ about you, Dusty.”
So I did, and we ended up talking for an hour, which included some light touches, knee bumps when he sat on his own stool, and many flirty smiles. It was the best fun I’d had in a long time, and I was glad I had those drinks to push my nerves back, as it meant I got to know Country and talk somewhat normally.
The crowded room had lessened a bit by the time Country stood from his stool. He gently pinched my chin to tilt my head back to have my gaze. My stomach put on a display of flips and twists. Was this where he was going to leave? I didn’t want to see him go. I was enjoying my time with him. He’d made me laugh more tonight than I had in a long time.
“What do you want, Dusty?”
“P-Pardon?”
His eyes warmed. “Tell me what you want, darlin’.”
“As in with my future or… tonight?”
He smiled. “Tonight, baby.”
Baby. He said it in a way that had me feeling all soft inside.
With both hands, I reached up and gripped his inked wrist. I was going to take a leap. Take something I wanted from the moment I first saw him. “I…” I blew out a breath. “I’d like to go to bed with you.”
His gaze darkened as he leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth. His facial hair was rough, but I liked the way it tickled against my skin. “Then let’s go to bed, darlin’.” He took hold of my hand and led me through the compound and up some stairs to a room at the back. His room.
My hands shook from a jumble of nerves and excitement. When I heard his bedroom door close, I jolted and turned to him.
His brows rose as he watched my chest rise and fall rapidly. “You sure you want this, darlin’? You can walk out that door any time you want.”
“No, I mean, yes, please.” My face burned. “What I’m trying to say is that… well, I couldn’t walk out that door because I like where I am.” I want this. Please take me now. His smile at my ramblings was a little smug, but I didn’t mind. Even though it seemed my nerves were coming back.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re somethin’ special. I’m sure that’s why the brothers didn’t snap you up.”
Or it could have been because they saw how I couldn’t keep my gaze away from Country. Thankfully, the man himself didn’t seem to notice my attention on him most of the night… before he approached.
Butterflies took flight inside me from knowing how lucky I was Country had come to the bar and stood beside me. If he hadn’t, I would have gone back to my room dejected. When I’d first applied to be a club girl, Death, the man who’d interviewed me, made it clear the brothers would never force themselves on the girls. We had to be willing and wanting their attention.
Boy, did I want Country’s.
He took a few steps to stop in front of me. My skin buzzed when he cupped my cheeks with both tattooed hands and slowly bent. His lips headed right toward mine, and I watched his eyes flick over my face, as if he was waiting for me to freak and stop this.
That wasn’t going to happen.
His lips pressed against mine in a quick taste before he pulled back and caught my gaze. His touch wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Lifting my hands, I slid them up under his vest and gripped his tee before stretching up for a better taste. When I tugged him closer and nipped at his plump bottom lip, he groaned and moved one hand to the back of my head. The kiss deepened. We opened to each other, exploring one another’s mouth in a heated, hot kiss that had my toes curling.
Feeling brave, I dropped a hand to his perfect ass and took a handful that brought him in closer, where I felt his erection against my stomach. I wanted him in my mouth. Just thinking that had my body shivering and a moan slipping out. Country broke the kiss to clip, “Christ, darlin’.” His heated gaze fell to my mouth, and he muttered, “Your mouth… fuck.”
“C-Can I… I want to….’
His fingers threaded through the back of my hair and gripped, tearing a gasp out of me.
“Fuckin’ beautiful. What you want, darlin’?”
“To suck you.”
He groaned and rested his forehead against mine for a moment before his lips brushed against my cheek, my nose, the corner of my mouth. There he ordered gruffly, “Go sit on the edge of the bed.” As soon as his hands fell away, I scrambled over to the bed and sat, looking up at him with my hands on my lap.
“Fuck me,” he muttered with a smirk. I watched as he moved around the room, took off his vest, hung it on the back of a chair, and then removed his tee. His smooth, strong chest had my mouth watering. Across his chest was a tattoo, surrounded by others, of written words of the club’s name. I wanted to reach out and trace them with my finger.
Later though, because as he started my way, he popped the button on his jeans. I rubbed my thighs together as my pussy pulsed. He slid the zipper down as he stopped in front of me. “Last chance, sugar. If you’re havin’ second thoughts, walk out. If you’re not and want my cock in your mouth, then know this will be your only chance to go. As soon as this starts, I’m not gonna be able to stop.”
“Country, I’m not going anywhere.”
A growl rumbled out of him that had me running my hands up the back of his thighs to grip the top of his jeans and slowly pull them down. His cock popped free. The tip glistened with precum. He took himself in hand and held it out for me. When I went to dip in, he shook his head.
“Close your mouth, darlin’.” I did, and my heart stumbled when he squeezed the base of his cock and brought his hand up his length, causing the tip to leak even more. He cupped the back of my head and rested his wet tip against my lips, running it over and around my lips.
He groaned, his chest rising and falling faster. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. Open up now, baby.”
I did and licked at the tip before flicking my tongue around the head. Country made a noise in the back of his throat and jutted his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into my mouth.
“Jesus, Dusty. I can’t….” Wait, what? Panic started to ebb its way in, until he shifted back enough to bend, take hold of my tee, and pull it over my head. His hands were on my bra next, and his fingers were quick to undo it and fling it from my body. Next, he shoved my shoulder where I dropped back on the bed with a gasp, but I didn’t mind at all, not when Country tugged my jeans and panties from me and threw them over his head as his gaze ran over my body.
Smiling, I now understood what he’d meant by he couldn’t. He didn’t want to wait. Already he was at the point of needing to be inside me, and I was more than willing to give him that.
“You’ve got me feelin’ like a schoolboy, Dusty,” he clipped through clenched teeth.
A laugh escaped. I covered my mouth, but he’d already heard it.