Girls' Night Out (Bad Boys) (17 page)

“You seem the same way.” He moved his hand along her shoulder. They’d arrived at the front of the garage on the far end of the circular drive. He inhaled, wondering how he’d be able to hold back and take things slow, when everything inside him wanted to go fast. “Wait. I’m coming to get your door.”

He walked around the car and Chase, one of his Blue Heelers,
came trotting up to him. He scratched the dog under h
is chin, wondering where Crash, the female was.

Opening up the passenger side of the car, he was ill prepared for the sight of Cory’s legs, or really her thighs, uncovered by her dress hem that gathered around her hips. She swung her legs out onto the pavement, sucking the breath from his lungs. He forgot his thoughts about his dogs—heck, swallowing took a great effort. During the night, he’d put aside his overzealous desire to spread her legs and climb between them, but now that door swung as wide as the car’s, if not wider.

“Jesus H. Christ, you make worth the wait seem like a plan,” he said, reaching down to help her up.

“Would you rather wait?” she asked, biting her full lower lip.

Drawing her up to him, he almost groaned. “I meant previously. No more waiting.” Scooping Cory into his arms, he took the front steps two at a time. She looped her arms around his neck, nuzzled his jaw with her mouth, sucking and biting across his skin.

He could hardly get his key into the lock. His fried brain didn’t want to concentrate on anything besides ripping off clothing and getting this woman naked in his bed. Inside the hallway, he had to think which way. Up the stairs, he turned down the hall and burst through the double doors into his bedroom.

“You’re the first woman I’ve brought here. Ever. Did I already say that?”

“I could listen to you talk forever, with that deep voice of yours. Don’t ever worry about repeating yourself.” Her large luminous eyes sparkled and he set her down on the bed.

He raked his fingers through his hair. “We can get something to eat. The kitchen is fully stocked. You want something? To eat or drink? I’m not being any sort of host except—

“Hush,” she whispered, pushing her finger against his lips. “You’re the perfect host.”

She shifted to kneel on the bed, unlacing her shoes, and the effect held him. Bewitched him. The way she untied the knots and then unwound the laces captivated his attention. He remembered he was clothed and began unbuttoning his shirt, yanking out the tails from his pants. He removed his shoes and socks, keeping his attention on Cory’s impromptu striptease as she slid off the bed. He undid her zipper and watched her dress fall to the floor just shy of his pants dropping and they were naked. Her body in the daylight was heart-stopping. He took her hand and led her back to the bed, stopped and pulled down the comforter.

“I want to taste you,” she said, and curled her hand around his erection.

“God, I want to feel those luscious lips wrapped around me. Get in bed, baby. We both can enjoy each other.” He watched her lie down. “Spread your legs for me.”

He climbed onto the bed, heading south down her body. He hoisted her over his shoulders, spreading her thighs apart. She was open to him. He kissed the inside of her legs, and with his fingers he separated her pink folds and blew a stream of air over her slick skin.

“Brett,” she whimpered, her voice shaking.

“Your turn to hush,” he said. He moved his fingers along the seam of her pussy. His muscles tightened as he found her erect nub. “You’re so wet.”

“And you’re hard as a rock. All over,” she moaned, taking hold of his cock.

He didn’t know if he could contain his hunger for her. His dick jerked in her hand as he moved his fingers over her, teasing her pink clit with the pad of his thumb. The feel of her silky hand on his cock and the vision of her spread before him had clenching his jaw. He flexed his torso as she leaned over him, stroking him and flicking her finger under the ridge on his shaft. Suddenly, her hot tongue swiped across the tip, licking him as though she had all day. Fuck, her mouth and hands on his dick blew his mind. Brett rocked into her hand, pumping his hips. He couldn’t see what she did and that only made each of her movements more erotically intense.

Sliding his finger into her opening, he pumped his hand to the rhythm of her stroke along his length. The tight coil of lust shot up into a red-hot flame along his spine. Brett pressed his mouth to her clit and licked her slowly up one side, and then down again. She arched, and he curled his hands over her hips, pressing their bellies together so he could return to suck on her erect clit.

Cory whimpered, her muscles growing taut. “That’s it. Baby, I want to hear you yell my name.”

Her soft heat and sweet taste had him on edge. He groaned, teasing his tongue back and forth on her pert bud that sprang up against his tongue. Locking his hands on her hips, he moved her body, sliding her pussy over his tongue, sucking her juices. He curled his bottom lip over his teeth, and let his soul patch come into contact with her swollen clit, wantonly pressing and rubbing the triangle of whiskers against her until she cried out his name.

She clenched and her body flexed. “Brett,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

“Don’t hold back from me.” He continued the rhythm of licking and sucking on her silky skin as soft, incoherent sounds spilled from her lips. Cory’s voice grew high-pitched when he dipped his finger into her warm pussy and pumped, curling his finger and searching for the spot that made her clench. “Is this the place?” he asked when she writhed and moaned, her hot breath caressing his cock and nuts.

“Oh. God.” She rocked against his hand. In the space between their bodies, he watched her round breasts and felt each time she grazed them across his abdomen.

He had to concentrate to keep himself under control as she sucked his cock into and out of her scorching mouth. Deeper and farther until he hit the back of her throat. The feel of her lips on his dick was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t help fucking her mouth as she hovered above him, sucking him so deep he thought he’d explode.

Cory released him and cried out his name. Her body tightened, bowing over him, trembling as her pussy contracted around his fingers. A sheen of perspiration glazed her body while her fingers dug into his skin, and he lapped at her sweet release. She went limp over him for a second until he licked across her soft folds, taking her clit between his teeth, and piercing her pussy with his tongue. He didn’t stop until she cried out his name again between deep sucks to his cock.

Fuck. If he didn’t get inside her or he’d lose himself in her mouth. Gently, he rolled her onto the mattress, then crawled over her body and parted her legs. Her pussy was dark pink, glistening, and his. He snagged a condom from the nightstand and tore the packet. It took forever to roll down the rubber on his cock as he gritted his teeth, thinking of nothing but returning to her silken sex. With her legs splayed open, he swiped across her slick folds. Perfect for his out of control, swollen, and granite hard cock.

This wasn’t just sex, this was an arresting coming together of their bodies, and yet more as he considered her pleasure and how to drive her wild. It had been a long time since his partner’s satisfaction paralleled his own in his mind. With Cory, he wanted her sated with his name on her lips. Only him playing on her mind in how he’d made love to her.

“Baby, I’ve got to get inside you.” The idea of making love took hold of him. Shook him.

“Brett, babe,” she whispered, separating her legs wider.

He gripped the base of his cock, swiping his head over her pink folds. She arched off the bed, taking hold of his wrists. The act made his skin tighten; his nipples went hard and his muscles tensed. One more glide along her sex was all he could stand. He fit himself at her entrance and dipped his body over hers. Warm skin sliding against warm skin, and he pulled her hips up to him as he thrust inside her.

Cory’s lashes fluttered and he pumped again, sliding farther inside her. “You’re so tight. I’ve got to start moving.”

“Please. Yes.” She flexed her hips and he slid deeper still.

Hot holy damn
. He ground himself into her softness, bending his neck to kiss her lips. Cory rolled her hips again and ran her hands down his back, all the way to his ass. No reason not to give her what they both wanted.

“Tell me how I feel buried deep inside you.”

“Fabulous,” she moaned and then kissed his jaw, softly nipping a path to his neck. He began to move, thrusting into her in a steady rhythm until she rasped her nails along his skin, and then he began more powerful pumps, delivering long thrusts.

“Bite my neck,” he groaned. “Now, baby.” He was going to lose himself in her. Fuck. This was so good. He sped up and plunged into her softness, hauling her hips up to him, covering her body with his. She squeezed around him, sinking her teeth into his skin, nipping and sucking on his skin as he drove his cock with mind-altering slams.

“That’s it. Please, Brett. More,” she cried out. Her skin flushed hot and she looked incredible under him coming apart.

He pushed up and pumped his hips in an almost savage need to get inside her deep. So fucking deep. His hungry pumping turned needier and wholly consuming. The tight coil at the base of his cock, splintered, and then lights exploded in his head. An electrical flash rocked down his spine, then tore through his cock. Fuck, he thrust back into her, shuddering and calling out her name.

He moved over Cory, wrapping her in his arms, reveling in the weightless feel of his body in the aftermath of his release. He inhaled her fragrance, pressing his face into the side of her neck. “Baby, that was pure ecstasy.”

For hours, they rolled around his bed, going down to the kitchen to collect trays of food that they brought back to bed. He hadn’t been able to let her go, not even when he invited her to shower; they’d ended up halfway across the room and then back in bed. She’d wanted to get to know him better, and over the last five hours had done so. It was midafternoon before they woke from a nap, her blue eyes soft and her lips swollen, and encircled by one of his arms as his other lay in the curve of her hip. He sighed, kissing her hair and swallowing the words on his tongue.

“I’d better get you back to your family,” he finally said.

“Shower?” she asked, tracing a swirling pattern over his ribs.

“After you.” He pulled her from the bed and into the bathroom.

“Did you design your house?” she asked, leaning against the counter.

“Bought it from a man who had built it, but couldn’t afford to keep it. Brand new. Ready to move into last year, and that’s what made it so attractive. I don’t think I’d have chosen all the details. Probably still be thinking about the floors and walls if it were left up to me.”

“You seem pretty good at choosing your clothes.” She smiled up at him.

“I’d prefer being around you without.” He turned on the water inside the shower with twin heads, then grabbed a stack of fluffy towels from the linen closet, and set them on the counter. “Ready?”

“Sure thing.” She jumped when he spoke. Backing away from the counter, her expression tightened as she walked past him.

He glanced back toward the sink and noticed a card. It was from Riverdale Therapists. Raquel’s card. It would be simple to give a quick explanation that he was in rehab and admit his shoulder was more than a past injury. Active and fragile at times like glass, but he didn’t want to dump his worries on her. He didn’t want pity or sympathy. If anything, he needed to get serious about tending to his body and stop treating the only machine he’d been granted in the same reckless fashion as he’d done over the last eight years. He doubted Cory would be thinking twice about the card, probably just surprised because he’d acted like he was invincible. If she had questions, he’d answer them honestly, but he wasn’t going to try to explain his past decisions, poor as they might be unless pressed.

Oh hell, he didn’t want any walls between them. “Question?” he asked.

She glanced up at him with a guarded expression, then her gaze dipped to his semierect cock. “Yeah, are you joining me?”

They’d have to learn to trust each other. If she had questions, maybe if he always put it out there that he was open to her, she’d find she could truly trust him. They both needed to learn that lesson. He crossed the tiled floor and stopped right next to her, then wrapped his hand in her hair, gently tugging her face up to him.

“Try and stop me.”

CHAPTER 14

She kissed Brett goodbye and refused to have him walk her inside. “You sure?” he asked, standing next to the entrance, his car idling.

“I’m certain once I get inside, I’ll meet up with someone. Let’s not push too fast where my family is concerned.”

He inhaled. “I understand. I think,” he said, bending down and brushing his lips over hers.

In a rush of emotion, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth against his as he groaned, but held himself a respectable distance from her. “Call me later,” she whispered against his mouth, then let go.

His hungry expression held her, and she focused on taking her next step as though in some time warp. She waved and walked inside, glancing back over her shoulder just once to see him climbing into his car, sunglasses in place.

This hotel was large but not so much that she believed she’d not run into some blabbermouth who’d have something to say. With her damp hair braided, no makeup on, and wearing an evening dress, anyone could guess what she’d been up to.

“Just getting in?” Ashley asked, smirk in place. She looked fresh as a daisy in a wool sweater set, her hair straightened, and all traces of her smudged makeup from last night gone.

Moving through the lobby, hell and damnation couldn’t have burned Cory’s britches hotter. “What’s your point, Ashley?” Cory walked right up to her cousin, refusing to run and hide.

“Just saying it’s late, is all.” Ashley removed her cellphone from her pocket. That move was not lost on Cory.

“No it’s not. It’s the afternoon. And considering what has transpired, this whole weekend is pretty much touch and go.”