She’s flustered and fucking gorgeous.
“What’s up?” I give her a half grin, and she blinks to the side.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever you’re doing in here.”
I imagine she’s thinking about what I was doing last night–and now I am too.
“I was just texting with Dirk. It’s possible we’ve had a breakthrough. He’s headed to New York to chase it down.”
Hopeful eyes return to mine. “That’s good news, yes?”
“It’s a solid lead.” Stepping back, I cross my arms over my bare chest. “What can I do for you?”
Her full lips press together, and her eyes trace my arms before blinking away. “I wanted to thank you for today, at the house. I didn’t mean to break down on you like that.”
Sliding my arms down, I gentle my tone. “A lot’s happened. It’s natural to feel overwhelmed.”
“Still, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
This girl, always acting so strong, always pushing me away. I want to pull her close again, inhale her sweet scent. “You never make me uncomfortable.”
She clears her throat, shaking her head. “Well, that’s all. Thank you, and it won’t happen again.”
She steps back, starting to go, but I reach out to catch her hand. “Hang on.”
She pauses, looking at the place we’re joined, and I release her.
“I know you’re angry about what happened in the past, but you can’t hate me forever.”
“I can try.” Our eyes meet, and she’s so damn sexy doing her best to stay mad with her nipples peaked and her cheeks flushed in her bare feet with those cute red toenails. “You’re still the townie jarhead who traveled a thousand miles to ruin my life.”
“Easy now.” My chest tightens. “It wasn’t like that. I couldn’t finish my tour without knowing you were safe and out of that fucking place.”
“Then you can’t judge my sister for how she is now. I wasn’t there to protect her.”
I don’t know if she’s right. That damn silver scar on her head is proof positive she isn’t strong enough for the rat’s nest we’ve uncovered. I only know one thing right now.
“I’m not going to retread old ground, Blake. I did what I did for you. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, and I’ll own that. I want to make this right.”
Her lips tighten and she steps closer. “You still think you can charge in and fix everyone’s problems like some knight in shining armor no one called?”
“I stopped thinking that a long time ago.”
“So, the stubborn bully has changed his ways?”
“I’m not a bully. I’m also not some Upper East Side asshole you can toy with.”
“You don’t know me at all if that’s what you think.”
My brow furrows. We’re not shouting. Our voices aren’t even raised, but she’s standing in front of me, breathing fast. My will to fight begins to fade.
She traces her finger along the tattoo covering my shoulder. It’s a red and black shield that reads Veritas. Truth.
Silver-blue eyes meet mine. “You’re not a knight, but you have a shield?”
“It’s my job–to find the truth, see that justice is done.”
“I’d think you were a square if I didn’t know you better.” Her eyes glide down my bare chest, to my waist and lower, and her eyebrow arches. “Were you having a repeat of last night in the shower?”
I reach past her to push the door closed, then I put my hands on her shoulders and lean down to run my nose along the top of her ear, into her hair.
She smells like the fragrant roses that grow along the fence in the back garden, and watching her melt under my touch has my dick an iron rod in my gray sweats.
“No.” My voice is deep. “Tonight I want the real thing.”
“Give me your hand.” I do as she says, and she takes it, lifting it to her lips. “So big… Like all of you.”
Then she places it on her breast. I feel her tight nipple pressing against my palm, a mouthwatering handful. “Show me what you want.”
Our eyes meet moments before our mouths. Warmth sealing together, a volcano is in my chest on the verge of eruption. I press her back to the door as our lips part and our tongues curl. It’s been a long time coming, and I have no reason to resist her.
I lift her legs, wrapping them around my waist, and her arms loop around my neck. Our mouths chase each other’s as I rock my hips against her core. Her thighs squeeze, and she rides me, little noises escaping her throat on each lift.
My brain is on fire, but I manage to break the kiss, catch my breath before completely devouring her. Looking down, my primal urges roar to life at the sight of her scuffed, pink lips, and her dark, hungry eyes. Still, I have to be sure.
“Are we doing this?” I sound like an animal.
“Weren’t we always?” Her eyes hold mine, and I have my answer.
We were always going to be here, whether it was tonight or some other night.
I move my hand under her butt, curling my fingers and memorizing the feel of it in my hand. Hugh sent me a copy of her magazine spread two years ago, claiming he was so proud, he was buying a copy for everyone. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t true.
Not that I’m complaining. She was hot as fuck, a pinup with mouthwatering curves for days. Her hair and swimsuit were wet, and the top of her bikini barely covered her round breasts. The string bottoms cut into her ass in a way that got me off, and I dreamed of touching her, sliding my tongue along every inch of her body. Now it’s happening.
Releasing her legs, I lower her to her feet, and her hands go to my waist. Her fingers push at the waistband of my gray sweatpants, and I reach down to shove them off my hips. Stepping out, I kick them away, and my erection points right at her.
Her full bottom lip disappears under her teeth, and she reaches down to grip my shaft, sliding her hand up and down my hardness. I wince, fighting back a groan. A drop of precum is on the tip, and it smooths her strokes. I’m ready to rip her clothes off and fuck her hard, but it’s our first time.
She’s a grown woman now. Her body is mine to claim, and I intend for this night to be memorable for us both.
8
Blake
He’s huge. Everywhere.
Stretching higher, I kiss him, tangling our tongues as my hand continues slowly pumping his iron cock. His muscles are tense, and the barely restrained power of him has wetness flooding my core.
Breaking away with a low groan, he lifts my tank over my head before covering my peaked nipples with large hands.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” His hot breath coats my skin, and I rise on my toes as my eyes close. “I’m going to taste every part of you and fuck you hard.”
“Yes…” I manage to exhale.
He turns my back to his chest, lifting my breasts with both hands and twisting my nipples between his fingers. The sensation floods my lower belly with lust so strong my back arches.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come.” My orgasm starts to flutter, and he stops.
“Not so fast.” His cocky grin is at my ear, and I turn my head to bite his jaw.