Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5)(47)

If we’d been in charge of that detail there’d be pool tables, beer in bottles, possibly some gratuitous weed, and maybe a few unsavory elements attending.

I was pretty sure Shy—who sat on her bed dressed in nothing but a skimpy see-through thong and a barely-there bra that barely covered her tight pink nipples—had something a bit more upscale in mind.

With only one hour ’til go-time, I lost control of all my basic functions, becoming nothing more than a drooling dude incapable of keeping my body in check.

Apparently Shy recognized that look—the one that meant sex time—because she ruffled my hair that dripped to my shoulders and helpfully supplied a countdown to when we could fuck again.

“Three hours, tops.” Her lips nipped against mine. “Then you can bring me home.”

Groaning at the gorgeous spectacle she made with hardly anything on, I licked a path up her thigh where I always drew chills on her soft, scented flesh.

By the time I reach the apex, she’d widened her legs, gripped my hair in her fists, and arched her hips.

“Three hours?” I breathed against her sensitive skin.

A small wet spot appeared on the triangle covering her pussy.

I lapped at the slippery wetness, easily locating the swelling bud of her clit beneath sheer fabric.

“Max!” She crushed me tighter against her. “Oh God. We have to go soon.”

I dipped my tongue beneath her panties and burrowed into her snug hole for a long lingering lick before easing back to my haunches with her panting in front of me.

My eyes heavy and hooded, I ran my palms down both legs to her feet—one warm and real, the other firm and unyielding. “We’ll finish this later, baby.”

With her hand pressed to her breasts—breasts I wanted to bury my dick between—she blew out a shaky breath. “We better get dressed then.”

Standing, I winked at her. Naked as the day I was born but one hell of a lot bigger and more ripped.

“Why? Having second thoughts?” I gripped the base of my cock and gave a slow stroke upward. “Maybe we should just stay home.”

Shy’s fingers moved toward my erection. She visibly swallowed.

“You’re not going to talk me out of going tonight.”

Moving closer, I dragged the wet tip of my cock across her lips, back and forth, back and forth. “Open.”

She did, and her tongue hit the thick swollen ridge, circling around the shiny cliff head.

Moving even closer until my calves brushed between her spread legs, I lowered my cock between her parted lips until they formed a slick stretched oval.

Heat traveled up my spine and shivers shook me to my feet.

I pulled out, the heavy slap of my cock to my stomach drawing Shy’s lambent eyes to the thrumming shaft and my full balls.

I kissed her wet mouth. I nuzzled her ear. I licked her neck. “Just wanna make sure you have enough energy to suck me later. Because I wanna come in your mouth before I fuck your cunt.”

I loved watching her reaction to my rough words. She closed her eyes, inhaled through parted lips, sought me with her hands on my bare hips.

I hauled her gently off the bed and swatted her fantastic ass. “Now we get dressed.”

For the moment, Shy’s and my arrangement remained informal. I planned to change that deal pronto. Diablo had made no new appearances or threats, but I didn’t doubt him for an instant. The bastard was pure evil and all business, which meant me sticking close to Shy? That was a given.

I’d moved some clothes and essentials into Shy’s place, we’d exchanged house keys, the whole nine yards.

Informal.

Right.

She was first woman I’d ever shacked up with for more than a few nights and I was already making plans for our future.

Tugging on my shirt after doing the stiff new jeans thing with a stiff hard cock, I toed into my boots.

“Is everything ready for the party?” she asked, pulling her dress off the hanger in her massive closet.

“’Course it is. You know I enlisted Lucy from Chrome and Steele. She planned Boomer and Rayce’s wedding. Got it covered.”

“Hmm. We’ll see.” Shy hummed with her dress slithering down her arms and slipping along her body.

The above-the-knee creation was all deep plunging V in front matched by a deeper plunging V at the back resting just at the top of her ass in sunset colors that set off Shy’s naturally glowing skin.

With her want me some of that ass finally—basically—covered by the dress, I zipped her in. And I kissed every inch of golden skin all the long sinuous way up her back. My lips coming to a rest at the nape of her neck, I curled my arms around her, rocking her against my straining body.

The sex, once she’d recovered, was off the charts full on fucking hot. Tear it up. Torch it up. Set the sheets on fire full on fucking hot.

And I wanted more.

But Shy was on a mission.

Stepping away from me, she spritzed on heady smelling perfume. Applied a glossy layer of lipstick I was gonna kiss clean off her as soon as I could get to her mouth.

“Killing me here, Shy.” I jangled the keys to her Hellcat in my pocket.

“Wouldn’t want that, would we?” She sent me a sexy vixen sort of smile.

I narrowed my eyes.

She tucked her hand in my elbow.

I cupped her ass.