Rushed (Adventures in Love #1)(43)

“I won’t hurt myself, but I might hurt you if you don’t take things past second base,” she says, trying to sound stern, and I chuckle. “I’m not joking, Tanner.”

“I see that, sunshine.” I sit up, adjusting her in my hold. “But there’s no need to get violent.” I listen to her laugh right before I whip her shirt off over her head and lower my mouth to her breasts that I’ve captured in my palms. I kiss up her neck, and she lets out a squeak as I move my hands to her ass and stand.

“Tanner,” she moans against my lips as I start down the hall with her in my arms, and having her mouth on mine makes it almost impossible to walk in a straight line. Then her body freezes, and my footsteps pause when there’s a loud knock on the front door.

“No.” I drop my forehead to hers.

“Were you expecting anyone?” Her whispered pant has my fingers flexing into the cheeks of her ass, still in my hands.

“No, it’s probably just a package being dropped off or something.” I start to move us toward the bedroom, then curse when the doorbell rings.

“You should make sure it’s not something important.” She wiggles to get down, but I don’t let her go. I drop my eyes to her swollen lips, her hair spilling over her shoulder, and her breasts, still heaving. “Tanner.” She grabs my face. “Let me go, and answer the door.”

“All right, but I’ll meet you in bed as soon as I get rid of whoever’s at the door.” I set her on her feet, and she nods before turning for the room while I head for the door, pretty sure I’m going to kill someone when the bell goes off again.

When I reach the entryway, my brows drag together. Standing outside the glass door on my front porch are Margret and her best friend, Cammy, along with Mav, Blake, and Mason. As I get closer, Margret spots me and starts to wave wildly while Cammy shakes her head at her. I pull open the door and start to ask what the fuck is going on but don’t get the chance.

“We brought dinner.” Margret lifts a small shopping bag before walking past me into the house.

“Sorry, Tanner,” Cammy says quietly as she follows Margret, and I move my gaze to the men still standing outside.

“Margret insisted we bring dinner to make Cybil feel welcome,” Blake grumbles, not looking happy about the idea, while Mav and Mason share a look.

“Did you think to tell her no?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at the three of them.

“We all tried, but she couldn’t be stopped,” Mason says, walking past me with Blake following him.

“A phone call would have been appreciated,” I tell Mav, and he shrugs while trying to hide his smile. “Payback is a motherfucker. You know that, right?”

“Don’t be pissed at me. Besides, Margret just wanted—and I quote—‘Blake to see how happy and cute you and Cybil are together.’”

“Great,” I mutter before closing the door behind him and locking it. When we hit the kitchen, I notice the girls are both unpacking the bags they brought in, while Blake and Mason are opening beers. “Give me five.”

I walk past them and head for the bedroom. When I don’t see Cybil in the room, I go to the bathroom and find her coming out of the closet wearing a new shirt, this one a thin white material that’s hanging off one shoulder with about a thousand holes cut in the material.

“I heard voices, so I figured I should get dressed.” She closes the distance between us and rests her hands on my chest. “Is everything okay?”

“Besides the fact that Margret, her friend Cammy, Mav, Blake, and Mason showed up with dinner when I had a whole different set of plans for us tonight, yeah, it’s all good.” I wrap my hand around her hip as she laughs. “Do you think that’s funny?”

“No, just thinking this is a little payback for teasing me last night.”

“Is that so?” I lean down and nip her bottom lip while my hand slides into the back of her jean shorts, and my fingers find the wetness between her legs, making her jump. “You’re wet, babe.”

“Tanner.”

“Yeah, sunshine?” I slide my fingers back and forth over her sex, keeping my strokes gentle.

“I think I might hate you right now.” She gets up on her tiptoes, bringing her mouth closer to mine, and bites my bottom lip hard enough to sting.

“That wasn’t very nice.” I move my hand to the front of her shorts and find her clit with ease. “Put your hand on my shoulder and leave it there, or I stop.”

“Oh God.” Her head falls back, and her hips buck as she rests her wrist on my shoulder.

“And you gotta be quiet, sunshine.”

“If you stop when I’m so clos—”

“I won’t stop unless you move your hand,” I say, interrupting her threat, and her eyes open to meet mine, then widen in shock—or maybe it’s awe—when I circle her entrance and her clit. I know the instant she starts to come. Her pupils dilate, her mouth opens on a gasp, and her pussy starts to clench. Hearing her whimper and feeling the nails of her good hand dig into my biceps, I cover her mouth with mine and swallow down her moan before slowly easing my hand from between her legs. When really, I want nothing more than to slide her shorts down her hips, wrap her legs around my waist, and plunge into her.