Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(66)

“Yes…” Was all I could manage to say as I came undone.

He f*cked me faster with his fingers, and I rode him harder. I bit my bottom lip and felt my legs quiver and my * pulsate. I gasped, sucking in air, falling over the edge. Climaxing so f*cking hard I saw stars.

We both panted into each other’s mouths.

I rode the high for as long as I could, reaching for the elastic band of his gym shorts.

“No,” he rasped, stopping my hand.

“What?” I asked, taken aback, trying to catch my breath.

He kissed the tip of my nose, looking deep into my eyes once again and said,



“You don’t get my cock, until you give me your name.”





Chapter 19





<>Austin<>



I had been with Briggs for over a year, and she had yet to tell me her f*cking name. It wasn’t from lack of trying. It didn’t matter what I did or said, she wouldn’t share it. I didn’t see the big deal. It was just a God given name for f*ck’s sake. It’s not like I would call her by it. I just wanted to know, for her to be comfortable enough to share a piece of her past with me.

We had gotten close in other ways though. She told me more meanings of her tattoos, except my favorite. We shared a bed so I could hold her every night. We went on dates everywhere we traveled and acted like a couple, no need to pretend anymore.

We didn’t talk about what we were to each other, we didn’t have to, we knew. I had made her come with my mouth and fingers more times than I could f*cking count. We still hadn’t had sex and she hadn’t touched or seen my cock. Don’t get me wrong. I loved watching her come undone around my tongue and fingers, lapping up her salty sweetness that I never got enough of.

There was no sweeter taste than Briggs.

I could only imagine what her * would feel like around my cock. She felt my dick twitch every time I touched her, and every time she tried to touch me I stopped her.

She knew what I needed to hear.

I had the worst case of f*cking blue balls known to man and my hand was getting f*cking tired from jacking off so damn much. I wouldn’t back down though.

Not a chance in Hell.

I wanted her.

Trust me. I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Briggs.

I just wanted all of her.

I pulled her hair away from her face, staring down at her while she was sleeping next to me. My head leaned on my hand, propping myself up as I laid sideways taking in the beauty that was Briggs. Her purple hair was splayed all over her face and pillow, and her lips looked swollen from sleep. The camisole had risen to below her breasts and her ass was completely sticking out, I could see her hard nipples in broad daylight.

If it was even possible, she looked even more breathtaking in the morning, so peaceful, so f*cking beautiful when she slept.

Mornings were always my favorite.

We had been back in New York for a few weeks now. Briggs was happy to sleep in her own bed, and I was happy to join her. I guess you could say we were living together. I was staying at her apartment instead of finding my own place. It was pointless when we traveled more than we were home. We would be hitting the road again next month, but it was nice to have some downtime and do normal shit like normal couples do.

She released a muffled breath, shaking her head and waking herself up.

I grinned, holding back my laughter.

“That wasn’t a snore. My nose is clogged. It’s my allergies,” she justified, taking in my smartass expression.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, baby.”

She playfully slapped my chest. “Austin! I don’t snore. I have allergies.”

“Did I say a word?”

“You don’t have to. I can tell what you’re thinking,” she said as she rolled away from me.

“Is that right?” I wrapped my arm around her waist, turning her and tugging her toward me.

Her body was now pressed up against mine, my leg caging hers in.

“What am I thinkin’ right now?”

She slowly slid her delicate hand down my bicep and then my chest. Touching the scars that were now covered in ink. I had a tribal tattoo that started from my right chest up. The words, “Pain is temporary, pride is forever,” surrounding it. The tribal extended onto my right arm, becoming a sleeve. My other arm had a sleeve as well, it was a tropical and tribal design that just went down my entire left arm.

Briggs loved the tattoos.

I got my nipple pierced along with another surprise that she didn’t know about.

And f*ck… I wanted to show her more than anything.

“Hmm…” she hummed, rubbing her knee on my morning wood. Playing with my nipple ring. “I could think of a few things, birthday boy.”

“Does it start with your name?”

She ignored my question, leaning in to softly kiss my scar that was near my heart. She said she liked to feel it beating against her mouth, rubbing her lips back and forth over it.

“I could give you one of your presents.” She softly licked in between kissing. “I’m a really good present giver. Some people have even called me a pro.”

I immediately jerked her head back by her hair to look at me.

“What people?” I snapped at what she was insinuating.

She moaned, biting her bottom lip. Briggs loved to be manhandled. She also loved my dirty f*cking mouth.