Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(12)

I’m shaking, panting, praying to God I will always know what this feels like and hoping my pounding heart doesn’t mean a heart attack is imminent.

“Jesus Christ,” I try to regulate my breathing. “I haven’t come that hard from a hand job since I was fourteen years old.”

She giggles beside me, burying her head in my neck. “At least you’re not as tense as you were. Maybe you’ll be more agreeable from now on.”

I make a non-committal sound in my throat, because if this woman thinks she’s going to blow my mind like this and not feel the same kind of pleasure, especially when she’s in my bed, then she’s all kinds of mistaken.

Broken leg be damned. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s problem solve. This is a problem I definitely don’t mind solving.

Blaze

I’m clamping my thighs together, trying to ease the clenching ache after the hottest hand job session I’ve ever participated in, in my life. Running my hands along my stomach, I let out what I hope is a calming breath, trying to bring my arousal down from its roaring high.

Newsflash. It’s not. Trevor Trumbolt burns me up with how hot he is. There aren’t many men who’ve been able to handle me. I know what I want in bed, and I’m not scared to say it. If it’s about my pleasure, I’m vocal. Trevor is one of the only men I’ve ever been with who doesn’t try to suppress it. His manhood isn’t wrapped up in being the dominant one in the bedroom. We share and alternate that privilege.

“I think my brain shot through my dick,” he’s panting, wincing when he inhales a little too deeply.

“You okay?”

The question is a reaction I can’t temper. My whole life is spent making sure people are okay.

“Blaze, if I wasn’t, I would tell you. But hand to God, if you don’t come straddle my face right now, you’re gonna be sorry.”

His blue eyes are on the verge of black, tumultuous with the onslaught of emotion and arousal shining there.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I shake my head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me. Trust me enough to tell you if you do, but right now I’m hungry,” his nose nuzzles my cheek and even that touch is enough to make my nipples harden further. “Hungry for my face to be between those luscious thighs of yours. C’mon Blaze, I can fucking smell you,” he scores my jaw with his teeth. “Have some fun.”

“Bad idea,” I moan, before he surprises me by latching his hand onto my thigh, denting my skin with his fingers, and physically lifts me up onto his face. I have no other option than to straddle him.

His voice is deep as he noses my clit. “Hang onto the headboard, baby. I’m about to rock your world.”

Everything he does rocks my world, but I don’t like for him to get too cocky. A gasp of air is all I’m able to suck into my lungs when I feel his tongue flick against my needy clit. Twining my fingers around the metal bars of Trevor’s head board, I moan. “Don’t ease in, Trev. Give it to me, you know how I like it.”

When he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, I realize he does know exactly how I like it. He doesn’t let up as I feel him bring his arms up behind my thighs, then I feel his palms slap against the skin of my ass.

“Fuck!” My head falls against my hands resting on the metal, I close my eyes, and let myself feel.

Trevor’s always been able to push me over the edge faster than any man I’ve ever been with. It’s like he has a step-by-step instructional booklet and he’s a straight-A student.

I lose every bit of resolve I have to make sure he’s okay when I feel the fingers from one hand sneak from behind and thrust into me, working in tandem with his tongue and mouth.

“Oh God,” I cry out, throwing my head back.

He goes after me hard, not letting up when I try to flex my thighs to put some space between us. He slaps my ass again and shoves me further down on his face.

That’s all it takes as I undulate my hips against him, riding the tip of his tongue, riding this orgasm I’ve wanted since I felt him come against my hand. “Shit,” I let my head tilt, feel my long hair brushing the edges of my back, and give myself over to the emotions of release.

No other man has ever made me feel the way Trevor does, and I vow never to take that for granted again. I almost lost it once, I won’t make that same mistake more than once.

I pull my legs from around his face and snuggle next to him. He grabs my hand in his, his thumb caressing my palm in a slow soft stroke. Eventually I hear the even sound of his breathing, letting it lull me back to sleep.





CHAPTER SEVEN




Tank


“How are you really doing?”

I fight not to roll my eyes at my older sister. She’s my second mother, has been since the day I was born. I remember her dressing me up and showing me off to her friends when I was little. I’m glad there aren’t any pictures because I looked like a horrible Cabbage Patch Doll reject if I recall correctly. It never bothered me, but sometimes her need to mother me is suffocating, especially as I got older and started living my own life. It’s never cool to have two moms breathing down your neck, and that’s exactly what I have some days.

“Save all your motherly concerns for my niece. She should be here very soon,” I give her a slight grin, adjusting my leg on the couch in the den. I hope the grin softens the blow of my tone. I’m not in the mood for it today. If I’m honest, I’m not even in the mood for my own company. Given carte blanche, I’d probably tell them all to get out.