Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5)(33)

“That’s not what I meant.” But I already had my pants lowered, my cock out, and I stroked that pulsing meat while she watched with a hooded gaze.

Shy turned around, presenting her ass.

And I was wrong. She had a pearly pink thong on, not white. The strip of fabric parted her bubble butt.

“Can you take me like this? Fast and hard?” My hoarse words landed on her neck when I stalked to her.

“That’s how I want you.”

Both hands tightening on the skimpy lace along her hips, I ripped the thong free.

She pushed her ass out, widened her legs, showing me a glimpse of her tight, glistening, swollen cunt lips.

It took a few seconds for me to fumble with the condom I dug from my wallet. But I snapped it down, a lust-starved sneer on my face.

I was all about getting inside Shy.

I clasped her waist, hauled her back, held her still, and fucked into her.

My first stroke landed with a loud wet slap. She took my entire length, her body rippling, shaking.

A creamy tidemark of girl come covered my cock when I withdrew.

Hissing in breaths, waiting for me to lunge inside her again, Shy arched her back.

I shafted deep, spreading my hands around her tits.

“Fucking FUCK!” she shouted.

“Dirty girl.” I palmed her nipples, setting a deep, wet, loud, grunting, pounding rhythm.

I belted into her, erratic, sweaty, slippery, and so goddamn hard my nut sack shivered with every beat.

Shy came, crying out, clenching down, torqueing her hips as her pussy clasped and milked me.

Pulling out, I spun her around.

I wanted my come on her face. In her mouth. Inside her.

Propelling her onto a low stool, I threw off the condom.

“Eat my come.” My hand joined by hers pistoned up and down my obscene rod of throbbing flesh.

Her mouth gasped open. Her tongue rolled out.

No way was my seed going to waste.

Shy jacked me one-handed, proving herself a slut for my cock when her free fingers dove into her slurpy cunt.

“Oh my FUCK. Fuck. Fuck, Shy!” The blasts burst from the slit of my dick, an arching white endless rope she sucked and swallowed and spread in a milky white mess across her tits.

My knees felt like water.

My abs clenched.

My ass flexed.

My cock wanted a do-over. Immediately.

But my brain waved a white fucking flag.

I had just enough left in my tank to grab Shy’s clothes, lift her in my arms, and finally show her my bedroom.

In other words, I laid her on the bed after pulling down the fresh sheets and back-splatted beside her.

“So, do you have a name picked out yet?” She rolled to her side, kissing my bicep.

“Huh?” I was still deep in the done-fucked-hard zone.

“For the brewery.”

Smoothing her hair back, I brought her to my lips. “I’ve got something in mind . . .”





Chapter Seventeen


Bad Blood





SHY HAD DRUNK MORE of my come . . . during the night. A slow wet sexy blowjob that blew not only my cock but my entire mind.

And I’d woken her up—all soft and hazy and sleepy—to an early morning bout of fucking until my bedroom smelled of sex.

She had to head to her shop, which was just two weeks from opening, and I needed to go grin all over Chrome and Steele since I’d gotten laid all night long by the woman of my dreams.

Only took me a few weeks to figure that out.

Had a couple other priorities to tick off my list first, though. Starting with helping Shy in the shower.

Minus the crutches she’d left at her condo, she dropped her head to my neck when I lifted her in my arms to carry her to the bathroom. I let her take care of business first before returning to set the shower spray on hot, hot, hot. And when I got Shy inside the newly minted double large stall, she lifted a hand to her mouth.

“Is that new?” Shy looked at the built-in bench, the last update Tail and I had made.

“Maybe.” I joined her under the hot wet rainfall.

Squeezing against me, she kissed me until the jolting deep arousal stung from my spine to my balls.

Then she perched on the bench while I lathered her up. I covered her in fragrant bubbles so I could run my hands over her sleek, slippery skin before I held her in my arms and fucked her standing up with the water cascading around us.

Afterward, I appointed myself to helping Shy get dressed in the outfit she’d had the forethought to bring. Including a set of sexy lingerie she laid out on my bed, causing another hard-on beneath the towel slung around my hips. I’d never much considered chicks’ undergarments before, other than getting them off as fast as possible, but it turned out putting them on was just as fun.

Then I stripped Shy naked again, and—not surprisingly—I ended up with my mouth on her pussy for a good fifteen minutes.

I figured I better feed the woman—you know, once she remembered how to breathe after her screaming orgasm—so I took her to breakfast. Safety precaution only. Because I was—slightly—less tempted to screw her on top of the table in front of the other diners.

Best fucking morning of my life.

So of course it had to end crappy.

Story of my life.

I drove Shy to her store on King Street, handling her sexy as fuck Hellcat in and out of traffic while the engine purred and Shy threaded our fingers together.