1001 Dark Nights (11 page)

He traced the edge of her jaw. “What?”

“You pack a powerful punch, Sutton Grant.”

“Same could be said about you, Miz Gradsky.” Knowing they needed a break from the intensity, he reached down and grabbed his hat and settled it on his head. “You still wanna hit the party?”

“Of course. Now we’ve got a really good excuse for being fashionably late.”

“So if someone asks where we’ve been?”

“I’ll say we were messing around and lost track of time.” She smoothed her hands over her hair and straightened her clothes. “It’s the truth.”

They returned to tent city hand in hand. The party wasn’t hard to find.

Several guys stopped London to chat, and he had a surge of jealousy even when she introduced him right away. But they both discovered it wasn’t necessary since he knew a lot of the people hanging around. Except the kids in line for the keg all looked younger than eighteen. Seemed like so long ago that he’d been the new kid on the circuit. Back then, seeing guys who were the age he was now had seemed so ancient.

Finally, they reached the spot by the fire where the couple hosting the party held court.

Sutton had only seen the pair last week from a distance. Stitch was a substantial guy—although Sutton had him by a couple inches—and he appeared to be four or five years younger than London, which is why Sutton didn’t do a double take at seeing his baby-faced girlfriend. She was cute, miniature in stature. But her blonde hair, as big as the state of Texas—a phrase his friend Tanna used to say—added some height. He wondered if someone had warned the young thang about the perils of standing too close to the fire doused with that much hairspray. Or about the fuse-like dangers of the synthetic beauty queen sash she wore loosely draped across her chest.

Besides, Sutton was way more interested in this Stitch guy, the douche-nozzle dumb enough to dump long, lean London for pint-sized Paige.

Like most bulldoggers, Stitch was solid, but he’d gone a step further, bulking up to the point he’d lost his neck. Nothing else about him seemed remarkable, save for the fact the guy was bow-legged. Probably made Sutton an ass to wish the dude was cross-eyed, with buck teeth and nearly bald beneath his cowboy hat too, but there it was. Sometimes he wasn’t a nice guy.

London’s hand tightened in his. “Sutton.”

“What?”

“Stop growling.”

“Sorry.”
Not at fucking all.
“Just feeling a little territorial, darlin’.”

“I can see that. So can everyone else.”

“Good.”

Lelo elbowed Stitch and his entire body stiffened.

Then Stitch dropped his arm from Paige’s shoulder and skirted the fire pit, heading toward them. He offered his hand first and Sutton automatically followed suit. “I can’t believe
the
Sutton Grant is here at my campsite. I can’t believe I’m meeting you. Man, I’m such a huge fan! Your run in Vegas was legendary. It was a dream to get to watch history being made.”

“I appreciate you saying so.”

“When Lelo said you were here, I thought he was pulling my leg. He’s such a prankster.”

“Maybe
his
name oughta be Stitch,” Sutton deadpanned.

Stitch’s eyes clouded for a second. He didn’t get the joke.

Sutton kept his expression cool. As much as he appreciated Stitch’s enthusiasm, it bothered the crap out of him that neither the man nor his girlfriend had acknowledged London.

Paige pushed her way between them and offered her hand, while keeping a proprietary hand on Stitch. “Hi. I’m Paige. We’re happy you could stop by our party.”

“We appreciate the invite.”

Paige glanced at London, then refocused on Sutton. “I’m sure London has told you all about us, but we had no idea she’d met someone new.”

Sutton smiled at London. “Don’t know where you got the impression that London and I just met. I’ve known her for three years. We reconnected when I asked her to work with my horse, since she’d trained him at Grade A Farms.” He brought their joined hands up and kissed the back of her hand. “And what a reconnection it’s been.”

London let her secret smile speak for her.

“Good to see you, London,” Stitch said politely. “You’re looking well.”

“Thanks, Stitch.”

Then Stitch launched into a barrage of questions that normally would’ve amused Sutton, but he was just so damn distracted by the woman by his side. The scent of her. The tiny taste of her still lingering on his tongue. The bonfire had nothing on the heat that rolled off her body. Then she started feathering her thumb across the inside of his wrist. Back and forth. Pressing into the vein to feel his pulse, teasing the sensitive spots as if it was his cock.

Enough. He wanted the real thing.

When Stitch took a breath, Sutton bent his head to whisper. “Let’s go.”

“We haven’t been here ten minutes.”

“I can be inside you in under ten minutes,” he countered with a silken growl.

“We just wanted to drop in and say thanks for the party invite,” London announced to Stitch and Paige, “but we’ve gotta get.”

Sutton didn’t bother masking his grin.

“But you just got here!” Stitch protested. “You haven’t even had a beer yet.”

“Thanks for your hospitality, but maybe next time. Nice meeting you.”

“Maybe we’ll see you at the fireworks?” Stitch said hopefully.

Sutton glanced into London’s heavy-lidded eyes. “We’ll be far too busy making our own fireworks to care about someone else’s, won’t we darlin’?”

“Yeah, baby, we will.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “I missed you last night.”

Looking into her eyes, Sutton knew none of this was for show—this moment, although played out in front of dozens—belonged only to them. “Same here. Let’s go.”

Chapter Nine

London felt Sutton’s hot breath on the back of her neck as she fumbled with the key to unlock the camper. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down because this was it, this was where all the sexual teasing and banter had led to...being naked with Sutton Grant.

Holy fucking shit was she ready for this?

“London?”

“I’m sorry. I’m shaking so hard I can’t get the key in the lock.”

“Let me.” He didn’t grab the key, he just curled his body around hers, steadying her, making his hand an extension of hers. Metal clicked and the door popped open. He pressed a kiss below her ear and murmured, “After you.”

She shuddered at the deep timbre of his rough and sexy voice.

“Should I be concerned about your hesitation?”

“No. Just stop whispering in my ear. It’s distracting me.”

“Mmm. Sweet thang, I’m gonna have so much fun telling you every dirty little thing I plan to do to you.” He made a half growl against the side of her throat. “Then doing it.” He sank his teeth into her skin and growled again. “At least twice.”

That prompted her to take that first step inside. The door slammed behind them.

Sutton kept his hands on her shoulders as she led him to the bedroom. She’d cleaned off her bed but it hadn’t improved the area much. Suddenly, she worried this might not be the best idea.

Then that liquid sex voice melted into her ear again. “Stop.”

“What?”

“Whatever negative thoughts that’re keeping us from climbing in that bed and crawling all over each other.” He pressed his hips into her backside. He tilted her head to the right and moved his hands over her collarbones to the front of her blouse and popped the buttons. One. At. A. Time.

As soon as he’d undone the last button, he slowly turned her to face him.

Keeping her eyes focused on her task, she undressed him in the same leisurely manner, enjoying the feel of his hot skin and contours of his muscles beneath her hands. All she could think about was feeling the press of his weight against her, feeling the musculature in his back with her fingers as he moved above her.

“You’re killing me with that look in your eyes, London.”

“The look that makes it very clear I want to lick you up one side and down the other?” She angled her head, breathing on the tight tip of his nipple before her lips circled it.

“Ah, Christ.”

“You like that.”

“Mmm. I’d really like it if we could speed things up.” His hands followed the contours of her sides to the curve of her hips.

“What’s the rush?”

“You,” he whispered across her bared shoulder. “I wanna feel you—all of you—around me. Been wanting that for days.”

That’s when Sutton took matters into his own hands. He stepped back far enough that she could see him yank off his boots and socks. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He lifted one, sexy dark eyebrow, silently asking why she wasn’t stripping.

London had an overwhelming rush of shyness. It was one thing to want him so desperately, to want to rip off his clothes and feast on him, to get lost in passion, to reach for each other in a haze of lust...so how had they gone from that to...this? Lowering her chin, she allowed her hair to fall over her face.

Rough-skinned hands cupped her shoulders. Then his fingers were beneath her chin and his avid mouth landed on hers, reigniting that passion. He kissed her with authority and greed while he stripped her out of her remaining clothes. His hands were everywhere, pinching her nipples, squeezing her hips, clamping onto her ass. They fell back onto the bed with Sutton on the bottom, breaking their fall.

His cock had gotten trapped between their bodies. Raising herself up on all fours, she automatically started rocking against it, kissing him frantically as the tips of her breasts rubbed against the hair on his chest.

Two sharp slaps on her ass burned like hell—but it caught her attention. She gasped, “What—”

“Scoot up.”

Confused by another abrupt halt to their intimacy, her eyes met his. “Why?”

“I want your pussy on my face.”

She blushed.

“London,” he said with a sharper tone than she’d ever heard from him, “get on up here girl, before I smack that fine ass of yours again.”

“B-but I’ve never—”

“Don’t care. That little taste of you wasn’t near enough.” He held onto her inner thighs, pulling her up his body while he pushed himself down the bed. He slid his hands around to her butt cheeks and pressed her mound against his mouth.

Any thoughts London had about awkwardness vanished the instant that tongue came out.

A relentless tongue that licked her up one side and down the other. Probing her folds. Swirling inside the opening to her sex and then plunging deep. Teasing her clit with alternating soft flicks and licks.

His hands were hard, his fingers digging into her skin. The wet lapping noises of his mouth on her sex mixed with her soft moans and echoed in the tiny space.

Sutton pulled back to kiss the inside of her thigh. Then he nipped it hard and she cried out. It startled her more than hurt her, but even the tiny sting sent a shot of heat through her.

He made that sexy growling noise against the stinging spot. “Shoulda known a tough woman like you would like a little rougher play.” Then he nipped the other thigh a bit harder.

London’s gasp turned into a groan when he settled his hot, sucking mouth over her clit.

It’d been so long and he was so freakin’ good with that naughty mouth of his. The tingling sensation immediately radiated down her spine, sending every hair from the back of her neck to her tailbone on full alert.

She threw her head back and said, “Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god don’t stop! Please. That’s so...” The orgasm hit—then it expanded and exploded. Each hard contraction had her knees quaking and her arms shaking.

When she opened her eyes, she realized she’d lowered herself completely onto Sutton’s face and was probably smothering him. She tried to scramble back. “I’m sorry—”

Another hard whap landed on her butt and he scooted out from beneath her to stand at the end of the bed. “Never apologize for coming like that. Sweet heaven that was so damn sexy.”

Next thing she knew he’d caged that big, strong body around hers. She arched into him. She might’ve purred.

Sutton’s lips skimmed her earlobe. “I want you.” His hot breath burrowed inside her ear. “Want you like fuckin’ crazy.” Then the tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Want you hard and fast this time.” He kissed the hollow below her ear and her pulse skyrocketed. “Next go will be slow, sweet, and sweaty, okay?”

“Okay, yes, please.”

He pushed back and she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then his knees moved between hers and work-roughened hands traveled the back of her thighs, stopping to tilt her ass to a better—God, hopefully deeper—angle. The tip traced her slit once before he wedged his cock inside her fully in a steady glide.

She’d held her breath, waiting for a hard thrust. So when Sutton layered his body over hers, all heat and muscle and strength, the air left her lungs in a long groan. He nudged aside her hair and planted openmouthed kisses from the nape of her neck to the ball of her shoulder and back.

Gooseflesh rippled across her body.

“You’re so sexy, London. You drive me out of my ever-lovin’ mind.” Sutton curled his hands around her hipbones and pulled himself upright. His slow withdrawal lasted two strokes before he was ramming into her.

As much as she’d envisioned their first time together being face to face with their mouths fused and their hearts racing in unison as he rolled his body over hers, this was better. More intense. She rocked back into him. The slap of skin on skin and the rhythmic squeak of the bed created a sexual cadence that had her clenching around his pistoning shaft. Each time she bore down he’d make a deep, sexy noise of masculine satisfaction.

After about the fifth time, he said, “London. I can’t hold off.”

“Just a couple more. Please, I’m so close again.”

Sutton quit moving, but he stayed buried balls deep inside her. He leaned over and murmured, “I’ll getcha there. Squeeze me hard, baby. Really hard.”

As soon as she released her tightened pussy muscles, his hand cracked on her butt and her cunt spasmed on its own.

She cried out, not in pain, but because that extra stimulation shoved her closer to the edge.