Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5)(51)

I shrugged free of Boomer and Tail.

“Shit, sorry, dude. Mistaken identity.” I backed off, blowing out a few ragged breaths.

“What the fuck, Handsome?” Boomer pursued me into the shop.

“Like I said. Case of mistaken identity,” I muttered, pissed off with myself and the whole shit-stinking situation.

“So you just got an ax to grind with someone or something?” Tail dogged my heels.

“Or somethin’.”

Luckily Shy hadn’t witnessed my stark raving Mad Max moment. Neither had her folks.

I wasn’t willing to let worries about Dia—blow ruin the rest of a really good night . . . but he was still one big fucking poison apple I had to deal with so I could move on with my life, move on with Shy.

I shook it off. Downed one of my own beers, and tried to gauge customer reaction to my very first labeled brew. But really, I just watched Shy work the room with that winning smile of hers.

And the dress.

Until . . .

She bent over in my direct line of vision with her sexy apple-shaped ass hugged by the sexy tasteful dress and . . .

I set down an unfinished beer with a slam that almost snapped the table in half. Stalking to her, I trailed my fingers down her back to the place where I knew her dimples resided at the top of her ass.

With my lips set against her ear, I whispered in a hoarse tone, “Now we’re done.”

“Yessir.” Her sparkling eyes darkened several shades as her glance coasted all along my body.

I slung her a loose grin and my own hooded gaze. “Fair warning. It’s gonna be dirty.”

“I wasn’t aware you did it any other way.” Shy traced her hand up my arm and around my neck.

“Got that right.”





Chapter Twenty-Five


Drive Me Wild





AS SOON AS I pulled out of the parking spot, Shy hiked up her dress until it was almost pushed all the way to her waist, revealing a glimpse of her skimpy sheer thong. I didn’t know where to look: the rearview mirror, the side view . . . between her legs.

Oh yeah.

Then she extended one hand, turning toward me.

Her fingers teasingly strolled up the inside of my thigh, dragging a low groan from me.

She felt the sudden leap of my cock as it plumped from half-erect to so-goddamn-rigid it formed a fucking logjam down the inseam of the pants.

“Has it been a hard night for you, Handsome?” She slowly curled her palm around my still lengthening dick.

Fingers convulsing on the steering wheel, I stared unblinkingly at the road ahead instead of her hand, so fucking skillfully toying with my hardbound cock.

“You could say that.” I bit out my words.

Shy popped open the button of my jeans then eased the zipper down—torturously slowly. My abs turned to concrete. The muscles in my thighs swelled and flexed. I thought I was gonna break the steering column clean off when she’d dipped her hand down inside the tight stricture of my jeans.

I was already pumping precome.

Inhaling through my nostrils, I gritted my teeth. I pushed up as much as I could, silently begging her to take my cock out, get me off, suck me down into her wicked mouth and between her juicy lips.

She leaned in, biting my jaw.

I swore.

My foot stuttered on the gas.

“Not sure I can maneuver such a thick cock out of your pants, darlin’.” Her words melted against my shivery neck.

“Try it.”

“So I can suck it?”

“Yeah.” Taking one hand off the wheel, I helped her out.

After tugging my pants lower down my hips, I held the base of my throbbing dick and she handled the rest. The wet head rasped against the fabric, adding to the slow torture of her touch.

Finally freed from the motherfucking confines of my jeans, my fat shaft almost goddamn bounced off her chin.

She licked a long luscious slippery path up the pulsing, dripping side of my cock, circling her soft tongue around the engorged tip.

That was on Market Street.

By the time we reached East Bay, I was trying to keep my fucking come at bay when she tugged my balls out and suckled on them with sloppy slurping sounds that nearly made my eyes drift closed.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted.

The car swerved.

I almost crossed the centerline in the road.

I almost busted my nut into Shy’s very warm, very wet mouth.

We were still a block away from her condo. My thighs shaking. My driving erratic. My breath even more erratic.

And I didn’t want to come until I could park the car, because I wanted both hands on top of her head when my cock exploded. I wanted to thrust up. I wanted to lose all control.

“Dirty enough for you?” Shy folded her fist around me, her loose hold turning the screw so hard I ached to spill all over her face.

“Yeah.” Hoarsely groaning, I twined my fingers in her hair. “I want to come.”

“How much farther?” Sending her full lips around the flared ridge of my dick, then sliding me slowly, longer, deeper into her mouth, she gurgled and moaned with me inside her throat.

My throat convulsed.

“So close.” That time I grunted like a fucking animal, coarse need pounding from my groin.

Holding off from full-on face-fucking Shy that last block, I managed to hit the garage door button, pull into one of her reserved spots, and put the car into park just before I stuffed both hands into her hair and jerked up into her mouth.