High-Sided (Armed & Dangerous #3)(52)

Cupping his balls, I massaged them, enjoying the groan that escaped his lips. When he closed his eyes and his head fell back on to the couch, I sucked one into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin. He groaned, sinking down into the couch, spreading his legs further apart.

Smiling to myself, I moved my attention to his arousal, lowering my mouth down his length, wrapping my lips tightly around the head. His body jerked and he groaned even louder as I sucked and flicked his tip with my tongue.

“Kassie,” he growled.

I licked and sucked, tasting the saltiness of his body. Using one hand to stroke him, I took him in as deep as I could, over and over again, driving him toward the edge. His hips were rocking into my face and his abs were contracting. He was so close.

“Stop, baby. I want to be inside you when I come.”

I pulled back and wiped my face. “Not tonight. I want this to be about you.” His eyes widened as I swallowed his length, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Dammit, this feels so good, I don’t want to stop.” He ran his hands through my hair and made tiny thrusts with his hips. “I’m going to come, baby. So f*cking hard.” He tried to warn me and pull me up.

I shook my head and continued to suck him off.

He gripped onto me tighter, realizing I wasn’t going anywhere. Plunging in as deep as he could, he swore aloud and shook with his release.

Taking what he had to give me, I sat up with a satisfied smile and reached on the floor for his shirt to clean him off. He watched me with half-lidded eyes, before he pulled me up to lay on top of him. Snuggled into his neck, I breathed in deep. This is where I wanted to be. I wanted to lie in his arms and not think about anything other than us being together in that moment. I wished it could last forever.





Kassidy


Monday had come, and the celebration party was underway. When we pulled up to my father’s house, there were cars everywhere. I could hear people in the back, splashing around in the pool. It was the perfect evening for a night swim; the air was sticky and hot.

“Your dad never does anything half-assed, does he?”

I looked at Logan and laughed. “Nope. And it looks like everyone’s already here.” There were sport bikes lined up in the front yard.

We parked and started toward the door, his arm draped around my shoulder. “Have you thought about talking to your dad tonight about your expansion ideas? He’ll be in a good mood,” he added.

I giggled. “Yeah, he will. I might just do that.” I’d been putting off that conversation for much too long.

Inside, our people were everywhere. Everyone we passed congratulated Logan on his win. The only people I hadn’t found so far were my father and Sean. Miller had a beautiful blonde with him on the couch, while Ethan sat across from him, both talking animatedly about something. Donnie waved to us, and continued his discussion with some of the guys from his DB Racing team. It was like a whole big family.

Logan pointed toward the window and when I got a glimpse at the people in the pool, I shook my head. Trey had deliberately jumped in to splash one of the girls, who happened to walk by at just the right time. She froze for a second, before flipping him off.

“The boy will never learn, will he?” I laughed.

“And he wonders why he’s single.”

“There you are!” Angela shouted excitedly. I saw her reflection in the window and turned around. “It’s about time you got here,” she said, hugging me tight. “Come on, your dad’s in the kitchen.”

Taking Logan’s hand, I led him into the kitchen. My dad and Sean were both sitting at the kitchen table, beer in hand. Sean’s smile faded when he spotted me.

“Would you like a beer, Logan?” Angela asked.

“Sure.” He followed her to the refrigerator and she handed him one.

“Think you’ll be ready for the big race in two weeks?” my father asked, focusing on Logan.

I sat down at the table, while Logan hung back and took a seat at the bar. He tossed back his beer and smiled. “Hell yeah. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for years.”

My father chuckled. “So have I. I bet we’ll walk away with three more sponsors.” Having a lot of sponsors was good for business. It let others know you were good enough to have people backing you up.

Sean avoided my gaze, so I tapped his hand. His head jerked up and he glared at me, but then his expression softened. “Where’s Janie? I thought she was going to be here.”

Huffing, he finished off his beer. “Don’t know. She hasn’t answered my calls all day.”

That wasn’t like her. “Do you want me to call her?”

His jaw clenched. “Nah. I got it.”

When he got up and made to leave, I grabbed his wrist. “Before you call her back, there’s something I want to say.” Brows furrowed, he sat back down. “There’s something I want to pass by you and my dad,” I said loud enough for my dad to hear as well.

“Peanut, what is it?” he insisted. Donnie strolled into the kitchen and smiled at us before grabbing another beer from the refrigerator. He stopped to talk to Angela, while I glanced over at Logan. He nodded encouragingly which helped.

“I wanted to talk to you about expanding Bennett Racing.”

Sean and my dad looked at each other, then focused on me. My father was the one who spoke. “How?”