Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(81)
While I cherished and adored.
Because Rex was right.
We never knew how many days we’d be given, and I’d already wasted too many.
Her breaths came harder. “Please.” It was a prayer from her mouth.
I shifted back to kneeling, taking her with me, and the girl began to ride me like that was what she’d been made to do.
Motherfucker, if it wasn’t the most magical thing.
Her body stretched out like a sensuous band, head tipped back, her tits in my face.
Desperate hands yanked at my hair. I licked at one of those dark nipples, swirling it with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth.
I pressed my thumb to her clit, winding her up.
She whimpered, “Yes.”
It was like the girl cast a single-word spell.
Yes.
She went off, an orgasm streaking through every cell of her body. Energy and light.
She writhed on me, walls clutching my dick so damned perfectly.
Taking every inch of me hostage.
Held by this girl.
The way I’d always been.
Yes.
Bliss.
It exploded, splintering out.
Blinding my eyes and battering my senses.
I came with a shout that I released right at the center of that giving heart.
She sagged her sweat-slicked body against mine, and I burrowed my face in the sweet essence that radiated from her neck.
Nikki sighed, my name her breath.
Couldn’t believe that I was holding her like this. I tightened my arms around her waist and held her as we drifted on that energy that swam around us.
Soft, lulling waves.
Comfort and all things right.
Light.
Yes.
Yes.
I’d give this girl my life.
26
Ollie
“Someone has some explaining to do.”
Couldn’t stop the roll of my eyes as I climbed into Rex’s huge-ass work truck.
“You think I could at least get in before you start riding my ass? Might be just as easy to roll down your window and shout it at me where I’m standing on the sidewalk.”
Drive-by style.
When I’d gotten his texts at the ass crack of dawn, claiming that he needed my help with a project, I knew I was in trouble. Wasn’t like I wasn’t asking for it, mauling Nikki on the dance floor right in front of our friends before I’d dragged her off like some kind of madman.
I just couldn’t hold it back a second longer.
That band had stretched too thin before it had finally snapped.
Rex kicked up a smirk that he punted my direction. “Pretty sure it’s not me doing the whole ass riding.”
Punk had the nerve to waggle his brows.
I shook my head, but there was no stopping my grin as I hopped inside his truck and snapped the seat belt into place.
Rex pulled away from Olive’s, the diesel engine loud as he accelerated down the road.
From the side, I looked at him. “So, did you actually need help this morning or did you just need to say I told you so to my face, sooner rather than later?”
Low laughter escaped him. Totally at my expense. “Little of both, man, a little of both.”
We headed out of town toward the old buildings on Row that he and Broderick would be turning into luxury condos and God knew what else.
It still impressed the hell out of me that my best friend, who had been little more than a handyman, had taken the small construction company and built it into a massive enterprise.
Each project got bigger and more complicated. Dude was leaving his stamp all over this small city.
“You don’t have a crew for this shit? It’s barely nine in the morning, on a Sunday, mind you.”
He kneaded the steering wheel as he made a right, hitting the two-lane road that led out of the north end of town. Taking another right up about half a mile would lead to the lower lake where we’d spent all our time as kids, and the old warehouses that lined the river up on Row were about a mile up from that.
“Yeah, yeah. I know, your lazy ass always wants to sleep half the day away.”
That was not the case this morning.
This morning, the only thing I’d wanted to do was stay wrapped up in Nikki instead of leaving her naked and twisted in my sheets. The girl so damned gorgeous, all lit up in the emerging morning light.
Rex leered over at me like the punk he was, pure suggestion bleeding from his words. “You do look a little tired this morning. Didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night?”
I chuckled under my breath.
Asshole.
“Nah . . . didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night,” I admitted, fingers scraping at the seam of my jeans, needing to do something with my hands. Agitation and residual need clamored through me, leaving my insides scrambled.
My mind was still trying to catch up with what had gone down last night.
Thing was, my heart was already there.
The girl inevitable.
Should have known it all along.
After we’d finally given in?
It was on.
Nikki and I had gone at it again and again. Hard and rough and tender and soft and every-fucking-thing between.
We’d collapse in each other’s arms, drifting off for a half hour or so before one of us would, once again, be seeking the other in the night.