“From what I understand, she’ll be good for it.”
“Maybe.” His tone is thoughtful. “Hana likes to gamble and drink–she also likes to forget. Ask her tomorrow what happened tonight, and you’ll see what I mean. It’s a dangerous combination. Even Blake can’t cover for her as much as she tries.”
His words tighten my throat. I don’t like him talking about Blake or the thought of her covering up shit for her sister.
We’re at the house, and he shoves the car in park, tipping an invisible cap before climbing out. “That’s all, Dick. Have a nice evening.”
“Hold it.” I climb out and catch him by his skinny arm before he disappears into the house. “Don't give Hana drugs. Blake wants her sister clean.”
“Easy on the threads.” Trip shrugs out of my grip. “I told you, no one controls Hana, not me, not Blake, not even your scary friend. She does what she wants–drugs included.”
He takes off for the east side of the house, and I turn my face in the opposite direction. Scar has Hana, and I’m confident in his ability to care for her, even after all Trip told me. Scar’s walked through hell more than once and come out on the other side.
She’ll be fine for tonight, and I’ve got my mind on heaven.
Hustling up the stairs, I make my way down the wide hall of the east wing. A light coming from under the door at the end tells me which room is hers.
Tapping on the door, I hesitate. Blake and I’ve known each other a while, but maybe we’re moving too fast. My hesitation dissolves when the door sweeps open, and she blinks up at me, eyes wide and bright.
She’s wearing a white lace nightgown, and her hair is loose down her back. She’s smiling, and I trace my eyes over her sexy body, her perky breasts and round hips.
“Damn, girl. You look good enough to eat.”
She exhales a little laugh, rising on her toes and putting her arms around my neck. Her chin lifts and her lips brush against mine. “Good thing I’m on the menu. What took you so long?”
“Something came up.”
“I feel it on my stomach.” She slides a hand down, stroking the growing bulge in my pants, and I cup her cheeks with my hands.
“You’re going to feel it in your sweet little pussy.” My lips brush hers before sealing over them and spreading them apart.
A moan breaks in her throat, and I tilt her face to the side to kiss her deeper. My fingers cut into the skin of her cheeks, and I rotate her body so her back is to me. Sliding my hands down the front of her nightgown, I pause to lift her breasts, kneading them in my fingers and tweaking the tips.
Her mouth breaks from mine, and she drops her head against my shoulder with a low hiss. “Keep doing that.”
“You’re sensitive.” My lips are behind her ear, and she shivers.
“I could come right now.”
My right hand lowers, and I lift the hem of her nightgown, tracing my fingers up her inner thigh to her bare ass. Squeezing my eyes shut, my cock is an iron rod in my jeans.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I groan, and her fingers thread into the side of my hair.
Her face is at my neck and she kisses and bites my skin. “I’ve been waiting for you to touch me.”
Sliding my fingers around her legs, I feel cream on her inner thighs. I dip two digits inside and she’s so fucking wet. “Fuck me,” I hiss.
Her back is against my chest, and her lips graze my jawline. “I was dreaming of your cock and playing with my pussy while I waited.”
I’m painfully hard as I quickly fish out a condom so I can unzip and step out of my jeans. She starts forward, holding my hand and leading me to the bed.
“Sit.” She turns me so I’m sitting on the edge and straddles my lap. “I want to ride you like a stallion.”
I’m usually the one taking charge in the bedroom, but fuck me, Blake is blowing my mind right now with her sassy orders and slick cunt. I thought it couldn’t get hotter but hovering over my erection, she pulls a narrow ribbon on the front of her gown and her top falls open.
My hands move from her ass to her gorgeous tits on full display in my face, and I lift them, squeezing and massaging before covering a hard nipple with my mouth. I give it a firm suck, and she lowers with a loud moan, taking my dick all the way to the hilt.
“Blake…” My mouth pops off her body as pleasure blankets my mind.
“More,” she gasps, lifting her breasts to my face.
I return to nibbling and pulling on her hardened nipples, and her hips buck frantically on my cock. Stars fill my vision, and I’m losing control. I’m about to explode in that fucking condom when I feel her break into orgasm.
“Oh, god… yes…” Her body shudders, and I let go, leaning back so I can drive farther into her as she falls forward on my chest.
Lifting my chin, I exhale a loud groan and come long and hard inside this gorgeous girl. She’s better than I fantasized, and we’re only getting started.
13
Blake
“Just like that,” I gasp, gripping the back of the chair. “Don’t stop…”
I’m on my spread knees in an ivory-silk, Edwardian armchair, and Hutch is pounding his massive cock into me from behind.
His hand is between my legs, circling my clit, and he leans closer, scuffing my shoulder with his beard as his lips trace the skin behind my ear. Shockwaves of orgasm flash through my belly at his touch, and I exhale a quivering moan.
Tracing his teeth along my hypersensitive skin, his hot voice is low. “Good girl.”
Every ridge tickles my core as he thrusts faster, seeming to grow larger, and my thighs tremble as his fingers pick up speed over the sensitive bud between driving me wild.
“Faster, baby.” His lips are hot on my neck.
I’m lost in all the sensations around me. My eyes squeeze shut and I climb higher, as my orgasm grows stronger, tightening my belly. In a quick move his palm moves to cover my breast, squeezing and pulling at my nipple, and I shoot over the edge.
My orgasm electrifies my brain. My elbows bend, but his hand is on my breast, holding me upright against his chest. Another thrust, and he stiffens with a groan. He pulses deeply, and I’m limp in his arms, panting hard and vibrating from the intensity of our union.
I’m secure against his chest as he quickly disposes of the condom and slides his other arm under my knees to carry me to the bed. My head rests limply on his shoulder, and I hold his neck, inhaling deeply of sage and citrus and clean man-sweat.
Salt is on my tongue from kissing and biting his skin, and I feel so deliciously used and sated. I’ve never been fucked this way. I’ve never been this hungry for more.
We slip into silky soft sheets, and he pulls my back tight against his firm chest. A round bicep is under my head, and I turn to gaze up at his profile.
“I take it you’re spending the night?” I’m teasing, and a smile lifts his cheek.
Knowing this massive man, this broody leader is mine to tease does squishy things to my insides. It’s after two in the morning, and I’ve had four orgasms, starting with the first, mind-altering one when he arrived. I’d been edging, waiting for him to appear. I didn’t expect it to be almost midnight.