My lips parted to ask her if she was ready for round two just as my cellphone started ringing.
Tatum’s lips pouted in a way that was just too fucking cute as she pulled a pillow over her head to avoid the noise of it.
I smirked at her like a sappy fucker while she couldn’t see me. This girl was…fuck, this girl might just have been long term material. I could see myself fucking her for weeks and weeks instead of a one off. Hell, I actually enjoyed talking to her. I might even date her.
I must have been losing the plot or still drunk or she was just so mind blowing in bed that my mind really was blown. But I wasn’t sure I cared. All I knew, was that for now and tomorrow and at least for the rest of this week, Tatum Rivers was my girl. And I didn’t care what Saint or any other fucker had to say about it. If I was a dog, I’d piss on her to mark her out. Or something less gross. I didn’t know how to do that shit, but she made me wanna figure it out.
My jaw ticked as I looked over at my cellphone. It was lighting up through the fabric of my jeans pocket which were still on the floor where I’d dropped them. I’d have ignored it if it was any other ringtone but We Are The Champions by Queen only rang for one man. My dad. And if he was calling me at three in the morning then there was a good damn reason for it.
“Sorry,” I breathed, rolling her over onto her back and knocking the pillow aside so that I could look down at her. “That’s my dad, I need to answer.”
“That’s okay. I’d always answer for my dad too,” she said, her blue eyes cracking open as she looked up at me sleepily.
I groaned, leaning in to taste her lips again and they parted for me as I kissed her slowly, sliding my tongue over hers in lazy strokes as I tasted her desire.
I groaned into her mouth, my dick driving into her side and aching with need.
The phone rang out and I forgot about it as I moved between her thighs, the tip of my cock sliding against her pussy which was already so wet for me.
I wanted to plunge straight in but more than that, I wanted her panting my name, moaning and begging for me.
I broke our kiss as I moved south, taking her rose pink nipple into my mouth as I tugged the other one between my fingers.
She moaned softly, her hands caressing my broad shoulders as I moved lower still, savouring the perfection of her tanned skin. There wasn’t a strap mark in sight and the idea of her laying butt naked in the California sun only turned me on more.
I slipped my hand between us, running my fingers straight down the centre of her as her breath caught in her throat.
“Fuck, Blake,” she gasped and I wanted to bottle the sound of my name on her lips like that.
I growled with desire as I sucked on her nipple and pushed two fingers into her. She was so wet, so fucking wet and the moan that escaped her was like tasting ecstasy. I was high on this girl and I never wanted to come down.
I ran my thumb over her clit and she moaned again, louder this time, not giving a shit if anyone in the next room heard us because that sound was for me. For what I was doing to her. And it just about summed up what she was doing to me too.
I moved my fingers in and out slowly, savouring the way her body tightened around me and the gasps that came from her each time I stroked her clit.
I released her nipple and reared over her, watching this perfect creature writhing beneath me, fucking my hand like she could never get enough of me. And in that moment I was sure I’d never get enough of her either.
Her eyes fluttered open and she met my gaze as I continued to drive her body to ruin. It was so fucking hot, I could see the desire there, the heat, the need. All of it aimed at me.
Her hands moved over her breasts and I wanted to watch that show so fucking much, but I couldn’t look away from those big blue eyes. They were an endless sky on a summer’s day full of promise and excitement and a heat so intense that I knew I’d be burned by her. But I didn’t care. I wanted to burn if this was how it felt.
“Blake,” she gasped again and I wanted her to say my name like that every fucking time I saw her.
“You can’t be real,” I breathed as I watched her panting beneath me.
I kept moving my hand, a groan of desire spilling from me as I felt her tightening around my fingers.
“More,” she begged. “More, ah, Blake.”
She came for me with a cry that almost had me spilling for her too and I growled with need as I kept stroking her through the final throes of it.
“I need all of you,” she demanded, reaching for my cock hungrily and I released a dark laugh.
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“I can’t get enough of you,” she breathed and my brows rose as I wondered if that was true. Shit, I hoped it was true.
“Me either, Tate,” I growled, slowly drawing my fingers back out of her.
She shuddered as I withdrew them, the final shiver of her orgasm dancing along her skin.
Just as I was about to move on top of her, my phone started ringing again and I cursed.
Tate watched me with hooded eyes, biting down on her bottom lip while she continued to tease her nipples for me.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I really have to answer that.”
“Then do it. And hurry back,” she urged.
The thought of getting out of that bed almost caused me physical pain, but I had to do it.
I stood, hooking a pair of sweatpants from a drawer and pulling them on before retrieving my phone from my jeans’ pocket. It rang out again but that was fine, I needed to leave this room if I had any hope of concentrating on what my dad had to say to me and I didn’t really want to talk to him with a hard on either.
Tate watched me from the bed, lying there naked, her legs parted to give me the perfect view of exactly what I was coming back to and I groaned in frustration.
“Thirty seconds,” I swore to her as I backed up towards the door.
“I’ll be waiting,” she promised.
I growled hungrily again, pushing the fingers I’d just had inside her into my mouth so that I could taste the sweetness of her desire before I left.
Her eyes flared with heat as she watched me sucking on them and I smirked at her before backing out of the room.
I jogged to the end of the corridor and out of the front door as I tried to focus on anything aside from that goddess in my bed. Saint wasn’t having her. He could fuck off. There was no chance in hell I’d let him take her. Tatum Rivers was mine.
I paced up and down a few times, letting the cold air on my chest draw my attention as I tried to sink my boner. It wasn’t really working. That girl was so hot that I’d probably be hard all week even if I didn’t lay eyes on her again.
I blew out a breath and dialled my dad’s number. He answered before the first ring had even finished and my eyebrows rose at his tone.
“Where were you?” he demanded.
“Geeze, I was asleep, where are you at three am?” I asked in a pissy tone. I didn’t need him calling me for some lecture right now, I had better things to be doing. Much better things.
“Sorry…I didn’t mean to be short with you, son,” he said, releasing a heavy breath.
“That’s okay…” He’d been a bit like that since the Hades Virus had killed Mom. I got that he was grieving so I just let it fly. He didn’t need me being an asshole on top of his grief.