The Cocky Thief (Stolen Hearts #1)(43)

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He once again pressed against her, showing no mercy. Her head fell into his shoulder as her muscles tightened, but he removed the pressure just as quickly, keeping her body off balance.

She repaid the favor by pushing against his chest. She didn’t push hard, just enough pressure as she led him to the bed. This could be their last moments alone together, and she was going to act like it, damn it.

Jennifer stood and gave him a sultry grin, as though there was nothing coming. As though there were no black clouds over their heads.

She reached behind her and arched her back, pressing her breasts out while her fingers found the zipper. Inch by inch, the zipper lowered, the metal sound drowned out by her breaths. She was already more than ready for him, but she was going to take as much of this limited time as possible.

By the time she made her way back to the bed, she was only wearing a black pair of panties and her black pushup bra. She’d have to make a note to invest in more thongs if this relationship really was going to be a thing...

Austin’s eyes darkened as she approached and he stayed exactly where he was, waiting to see what she was going to do next. And she knew exactly what she wanted to do. To drive him crazy.

Jennifer straddled him and tugged at the black belt. Even though Austin didn’t move or say a thing, his eyes bore so intensely into her that it felt like a caress over her entire body. Once the belt and jeans were undone, he lifted his hips and his long, hard cock was finally bared to her view.

She looked up and met his eyes as she lowered her mouth over the head of his cock. He sucked in a breath as she gently ran her tongue around the rim and then he let out something between a groan and a growl as she took in as much as she could. Funny, she’d never been a fan of giving blowjobs in the past, but she couldn’t get enough of turning Austin on. Luckily, it seemed to be an addiction he was a hundred percent okay with.

Jennifer ran her mouth up and down his cock, going faster while her hand cupped the base, making up for the room she couldn’t take. But as his groans became louder, he snapped and with a firm grip on her hair, he pulled her head back before he gathered her in his arms and twisted over until he was on top and his hard cock right at her entrance. Before she could even take a breath, he slid inside in one deep thrust.

She was so ready for him that her body offered no resistance, but she still gasped at the sudden fullness. Once again, she had no time to regroup before he started to thrust. Her nails bit into his back and her legs wrapped around his waist as she allowed the sensations to take over.

The comforter was cool and silky against her back while Austin’s body was like a furnace, both against her and inside her. With every stroke, he fanned the flames higher and higher. Their breathing quickened and then he reached between them, right to where their bodies were joined and with the slightest bit of pressure on her clit, the climax slammed into her.

At the same time, Austin stiffened in her arms and even as the aftershocks quaked through her, his muscles bunched as he came fiercely.

They both caught their breath and Austin pressed a soft kiss into the crook of her shoulder. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed as he gently pushed away.

She hated for him to go, but considering the time, they would both need to rush to get ready again. She sat up and ran a hand over her mouth.

Austin was in the middle of putting on his belt when he stopped. "I'm sorry. I know the timing sucks."

"No... Well, yes, the timing sucks. But this is good. You're good. I just, we just, there was no condom," she finally blurted out. It was such a strange thought. Her sister was in trouble and she was worrying about getting an STD from the guy she'd just screwed.

"Fuck. I mean, I should be good. I don't do this-"

"And I don't do this either," she said as she started to tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ears."And I'm on birth control so we can figure this out later."

"After tonight," he agreed.

After tonight. Assuming they both made it through.

She pushed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Subject change. She needed to change the subject. “I need to get a few other things together,” she said as she awkwardly put some distance between them. “Were you able to get all your tools today?”

“Yeah. Hart wanted to go over some of the last-minute details, but I think we can get into Stranger’s office without a problem.”

“Last-minute details? Anything I should know about?” She made it to the bathroom and quickly reapplied lipstick and then moved onto her hair.

“No. Mostly just about whether we can trust Weston. I feel like I’m going to spend half the night playing referee between the two of them. Your family isn’t planning to have major disputes tonight, are they? Because I don’t think the unit can take it at this point.”

“No promises. Toni and Isobel have always had friction.” She stepped back and looked at herself. She totally didn't look like a harlot. She mentally patted herself on the back as she went back into the room and stepped back into the dress.

“Seems like Isobel was like that with all of you.” He stepped in and once again zipped her dress, this time with no sexy whispering in her ear.

“It’s textbook—a mother who would rather be a friend than a parent. So when we don’t agree with her, it’s not just kids acting out. It’s her friends betraying her.”