The Viper's Nest (Kit Davenport #4)(14)

“Umm,” he hummed. “Not quite.”

“Oh?” I pulled back a little way to look at him with a curious, stupidly aroused grin. “How did you imagine it?”

He chewed at the corner of his lip for a moment, but his hips were still bucking to meet mine and his cheeks were flushed with color that wasn’t at all embarrassment.

“You’re cool with heights, right?” he asked, and I cocked my head to the side, frowning a little at the change of subject.

“Um, yeah. Why?” I squinted at him as he grinned, his eyes flaring with heat.

“Turn around,” he ordered me, not in the least bit nervous anymore. “Lean your elbows on that ledge.”

Fascinated, excited, and frankly, willing to do anything he fucking wanted when he spoke in that tone, I did as he said and quickly saw why the question about heights was relevant.

The ledge he was talking about faced the window which overlooked the whole of Toronto from fifty-eight floors up. For someone afraid of heights, it’d be a definite no-no, but for me it was just an added excitement.

“Hell yeah,” I breathed, leaning my elbows on the bath ledge and looking all the way down. The familiar feeling of exhilaration flooded through me so much that I almost came just from the feeling of Wesley’s hands on my ass as he knelt behind me.

“Yeah?” he replied, and I was too far gone for words so just moaned my approval and pushed back onto him, encouraging him to enter me. “Cool, this is what I’d been imagining.” His voice was breathy and tense with excitement, which turned me on even more.

With one hand, he positioned his hard dick against my throbbing cunt, then pushed in with a hand guiding my hips back onto him while I groaned my approval.

“Um, you don’t mind it a little... rough, do you, sweetheart?” His tone already said he knew I didn’t mind it rough. After all, he was well acquainted with his teammates’ proclivities in the bedroom. No secrets in the team and all that.

“Do it,” I gasped, waggling my ass and begging him to move. I was already so damn close to orgasming it wasn’t exactly going to take much.

“Awesome,” he murmured, tangling the fingers of one hand in my hair while his other hand gripped hard on my hip bone. Dammit, fingerprints there were starting to become a bit of a habit. Still, it was a habit I was happy to keep.

Using my hair, Wesley pulled my head back, arching my back deeply as he fucked me exactly as he’d promised he would. Rough.

The combination of Wesley’s dominant grip on my body, his thick shaft pounding into me, and the exhilaration of being so damn high up made me come so hard I was screaming his name in seconds.

“Fucking shit, sweetheart,” he gasped, burying his cock deep inside me as my pussy clenched and fluttered around him with my intense climax. “Dammit, I can’t last when you’re like this.”

“So don’t,” I groaned, still shuddering with the aftershocks. “We have all night, right?”

That was all the encouragement he needed, and with just a few more hard thrusts, he, too, reached his explosive climax.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered as we both collapsed back into the somewhat cooler bath water.

“Agreed,” I sighed, snagging my glass of champagne to cure my dried-out mouth.

For a long moment, we just soaked in the tub with my head on Wesley’s shoulder, sipping wine and looking out at the glittering city.

“Hotel was a good idea,” I murmured sleepily after some time.

Wesley chuckled. “You can say that again. Are you sleepy?”

A long yawn stretched my jaw open before I shook my head. “No,” I lied.

“Uh-huh,” he grinned, standing up and grabbing a towel to wrap around his slim waist before holding one up to me. “Well in that case, you want to check out the bedroom?”

My eyebrows shot up. Hell freaking yes! But also, super impressed at his turn around time.

“To sleep,” he clarified, but I grinned wickedly. We’d see about that...





5





Another heavy yawn creaked my jaw, and I rubbed my eyes while I stood in the lobby with Lucy, waiting for our SUV to arrive.

The heavenly smell of coffee reached my nostrils, and my mouth watered when I saw the massive takeaway cup being waved in front of my face.

“Thank the glorious caffeine gods,” I moaned, taking the cup from Caleb and smelling it. “Thank you, you beautiful human.”

“Don’t encourage her, Cal,” Lucy snapped, making as if to grab my coffee but retracting her hand when I snarled at her. “Maybe if little miss thing here had actually slept last night instead of drinking and fucking with Wes, she wouldn’t be such an ogre right now.”

Caleb fought back a laugh at my rainbow-haired bestie scolding me, but I didn’t bother. Taking a long sip of my coffee, I grinned at her.

“No regrets, Luce. None.” Except for the sandpaper feeling inside my eyelids from too much tequila and not enough sleep. Wes and I had quickly found the suite was only stocked with alcohol but, seeing as we were both newly twenty-one, decided shots were appropriate. Naked shots. Between... other activities.

Come to think of it... my eyelids weren’t the only thing feeling a bit raw this morning.

Damn selective healing. I made a mental note to get better control over that magic. Love bites and fingerprints I didn’t mind keeping for the normal, human length of time to heal, but the uncomfortable ache between my thighs I could probably do without.