Chirp(79)
“I want to put it in my mouth. Not all of it. Just some. And don’t ejaculate. Okay?”
He laughed. “Hell yeah.” Then he leaned back to rest on his elbows and grinned. “Have at it.”
She closed her fingers around it, licked the tip like an ice cream cone, and he must have liked it because he released a long sigh. Then she swirled her tongue, and he moaned. She glanced up. He had his eyes fixed on her. “Do you have to watch?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
“Don’t. It’s my first time. I won’t be good at it. It makes me uncomfortable.”
A low rumble came from his chest. “FYI, no such thing as a bad blow job, unless you bite it off. But I can’t keep this boner forever, so we have to do something.”
“Okay.” She went back to work and took more of it this time. He arched into her, and she got her rhythm. Slow at first, then faster. A sound she’d never heard him make before came from deep inside him.
He fisted her hair. “Stop, stop, Chirp, or it’ll be too late.” He jerked free and lifted her to straddle him, and slid into her with such ease, her head spun.
“Finish me. Go slow. It’s been so long. I want to feel you.” He placed his hands on her hips, and she loved the roughness of them.
“Oh yeah, just like that.”
Her heart raced because she loved when he talked during sex. She rocked into him, and he lifted his head to kiss her. Something was different. It wasn’t just about satisfaction anymore. There was tenderness. She saw it and felt it. He’d let go of everything he’d kept buried. Pain. Fear. Guilt. And he’d trusted her with all of it.
When a tear dropped onto his chest, he stilled and gazed up at her. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.”
He tangled his hands in her hair and drew her closer, then thrust his tongue into her mouth. A kiss so sensual and hungry with need, it took her breath. She wanted to melt into his skin. That’s the only way she could get close enough.
He whispered her name. Shifted. Rolled until he was on top. She coiled her legs around his hips to bring his thick, hard length deeper.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he growled as he pumped into her.
She dug her nails into his flesh and hung on. She knew his next move because he had her body memorized. He lifted her hips and stroked high into her. Within seconds, she climaxed and so did he. Collapsing next to her, he tried to get his breath back. “You okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“The blow job.”
“I liked it.”
He chuckled. “Good to know.”
She rested her head on his chest. “With practice, I’ll get better at fellatio.”
He laughed so hard the bed bounced. “Damn, Chirp. I never know what will come out of that sexy mouth of yours.”
She raised to look at him. “You think it’s sexy?”
“Everything about you is sexy. You’re the best thing in my life. All I want. All I think about. You never gave me an answer, but you’ll marry me, right?”
“Yes.”
“You got ID with your real name? I’ve got to marry Wren Montgomery for it to be legal.”
“Yes.”
“You can keep it, you know,” he said.
“I don’t understand.”
“Montgomery connects you to your company, so if you don’t want to take my name, it’s okay.”
She ran her fingers across his lips. “I want your name. Do you have a dollar?”
“In my wallet. Why?”
She slid out of bed, retrieved the billfold from his pants, and handed it to him. “Give me one.”
He pulled his brows together, but took the money out and offered it.
She folded it neatly, then placed it on her side table. “Now it’s Montgomery-Keller Steel.”
36
Rance
Rance sat straight up in bed and couldn’t believe what she’d said. Sex affected her in ways he didn’t understand. Give her an orgasm, she gives him a company. “Not a good idea, Chirp.”
“Why not? You’ll be my husband.”
She looked so wide-eyed and innocent, he wanted her again. But that would have to wait. “Weren’t you paying attention when I said people will judge you?”
She frowned. “I don’t care.”
“Well, I do. Besides, your dad would never want you to give part of your legacy away. Especially not to me.”
“He . . .”
Rance folded his arms across his chest. “We’re done talking about this. Now come to bed.”
She flopped down next to him. “You’re bossy.”
He grasped his pants, and she groaned, “Stay naked.”
“I am, but I have something for you.” He reached inside his pocket, then settled beside her again. “It isn’t a big rock, but it belonged to Dessie, so I hope the sentiment means more than a price tag. Let’s make this official.” Rance slipped the ring on her finger, and she held it up in the soft light. Damn thing was so small it didn’t sparkle much, but she stared at it like it was the Great Star of Africa.