Good Boy (WAGs #1)(37)

Her cheeks flame. “I told you, it was a one-time thing.”

I slant my head. “And the wedding?”

“Also a one-time thing.”

“One plus one equals two, babe.”

“Gee, congrats! You can do basic math!” She presses her palms to my chest to try to move me, but I can see the precise moment she gets distracted by the knowledge that she’s touching me. Her touch softens and she takes a shaky breath.

I lean in until our bodies are touching everywhere. “Look, it’s cool. This can be another one-time thing.”

“This?” Her brown eyes lift toward mine.

“Yeah, this.” And then my mouth crushes hers. Not a second passes before she grabs on to my shoulders and tugs me closer.

Our tongues meet, and Jess shivers in my arms. I work it slowly, dragging my tongue against hers, devouring her bit by bit. Suddenly, her hips are rocking against me, her leg sliding up to hook around my hip.

I am ridiculously hard. The fly of these jeans is in danger of exploding like my aunt Judy’s pressure cooker last Easter.

Boom!

“Boom?” Jess mumbles against my lips.

I must have said that out loud.

“We need more room,” I improvise, expecting to be shot down. But her hand shoots out to the side and grabs the handle to the back door of my truck.

I help her open it, because I’m polite like that, and two seconds later we’re sliding onto the seat and I’m yanking the door shut behind me. I tug her onto my lap and dive right back into her sweet mouth. She moans so loudly it vibrates my tinted windows. Did I mention how sweet my ride is?

Jess’s hand sneaks under my untucked shirt and onto my abs. “This won’t become a usual thing,” she mutters between kisses.

“No,” I agree. The fact that we’re on the same page is awesome. I don’t do relationships.

We do another swan dive into a kiss deeper than a mineshaft. I grab her ass in both hands and give it a nice, filthy squeeze.

“It’s a…study break,” she pants.

“A little stress relief,” I assure her as I slide my hands underneath her shirt and unclip her bra in back.

I grab her top and yank it over her head, then toss it into the front seat. The bra follows. Then I’ve got two hands full of boobalicious goodness. Jess has the sweetest tits. I just want to press my face between them and make motorboat noises.

But I forget all about that idea when her hands drop to my fly. She unbuttons my jeans and then yanks on the zipper. It’s only partially successful because my jeans are as tight as fuck right now, and she’s sitting on me.

I help her out, because I’m fun like that. And a second later she’s got one of her smooth little hands wrapped around my cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I start to mumble. Then I cup her head and pull her to me again.

She wiggles away. “I want a taste,” she whispers, ducking lower.

Before I can even respond, there’s a pair of soft lips dropping kisses on my cockhead. I stop breathing. Then she licks the sensitive place on the underside. “Fuck, baby. Get up here.”

She shakes her stubborn head. “I want to give you a hummer in your Hummer.”

I let out a laugh and wind her hair around my hand. I’ll give her a couple of minutes, I guess. Fair’s fair.

Her hot mouth takes the crown in, and I gasp. It’s so, so good. She sucks hard and wraps her hand around my base, her fingertips teasing my balls. Tipping my head back against the headrest, I wait, pleasure coursing through my body.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Jess looks up at me, panting. “I can’t…get much of it.”

“I know, baby. Nobody can. Good of you to try, though. Come here.” I beckon.

She gives her silky hair a toss. “No. I hate failure.” She leans over and kisses my tip again. “Mmm,” she murmurs, tonguing me.

My hips pulse with longing. The sight of her pink tongue lapping at me is crazy hot. “You fucking kill me,” I groan. “Come here already.”

This time, I don’t wait to be obeyed. I place my hands under her arms and haul her up until she’s straddling me again.

It’s tricky work, but I jam a hand into my back pocket and fish out my wallet. I open it on her knee and yank out the condom that I keep there.

Jess gives a little shiver. “Never meant to do this tonight.”

“Don’t overthink it.” I tear the packet and roll the rubber onto my aching dick. “You just need a little recharge on my docking station.”

Our eyes meet. Time stands still for one perfect second.

Then we both explode with laughter. Jess honks like a duck and then clutches her side, and I’m howling. She grabs my shoulders to steady herself, and we’re both still cracking up. I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her silky neck, trying to calm down. But the laughter ripples through us for another couple of minutes.

Eventually we’re left with just the odd titter. She’s smiling at me, and I’m grinning back at her.

“Never a—” She gulps back another laugh. “—dull moment with you, huh, Blake?” Her boobs jiggle when she laughs, and I suddenly remember how badly I want her.

“Nope.” I cup one of her tits and stroke gently. “Not dull.”