Wild Wind: A Chaos Novella (Chaos #6.6)(36)

And suddenly, Jagger couldn’t give less fucks about how wrong she was about the Disney theme park debate.

“Are you that into me, baby?” he asked softly.

“Are you really asking me that question?” she asked back, not softly. “You’ve got a truck, Jag. It was you who put me on the back of your bike two hours ago. For me, I know what I like and I don’t have any hangups going for it. But I wouldn’t hassle with going to a date’s brother’s house for dinner and what that might communicate unless I intended to know that date and his brother really freaking well.”

“Come here,” he murmured, gripping her ribs and pulling her down to him.

She put a hand on his chest and stated, “You need to understand now, I’m Beatles, not Stones.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He gripped her tighter. “Come here.”

“Though ‘Gimme Shelter’ might have the best lead-in of any rock song in history.”

“Baby?”

“What?”

“Shut up and come here.”

She stared in his face.

Then she slid her hand up his chest to his neck and back into his hair.

And she came there.





It was morning, and like the day before, Archie had woken before him.

But unlike yesterday, she didn’t wake up in the mood to watch him sleep.

She woke in a very different mood.

And she made it so Jagger woke up in that same mood.

Which was why they were now face to face, she had her leg thrown over his hip, and he had two fingers knuckles-deep in her wet, tight pussy.

She went for his dick.

“Nope, hands off,” he growled, shifting his hips away.

“Baby,” she moaned, her hips moving with his fingers.

“The first time I come for you, I come in you.”

She whimpered.

“Ride those,” he ordered, then to scatter her attention with the intent to take it off his cock, he took her mouth, thrust his tongue in, and encouraged her rhythm with the hand he had at her ass and the movements of his tongue.

She did as urged and kept doing it even when she broke their mouths and shoved her face in his neck.

“Clit?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she gasped.

He adjusted his hand to get his thumb where it needed to be.

“Tip your head back, baby, I wanna watch your face,” he told her.

She tilted her head.

Christ.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured.

“Can I just hold your cock?” she asked.

“I’m primed, sweetheart. You touch me, I’ll blow.”

She moaned again, pressed into him, and her hips went overdrive.

“There you go,” he murmured.

Her leg at his hip tensed and her pussy clutched his fingers.

“That’s it, Archie,” he whispered.

“Jagger.”

And he was right.

That was it.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth drifted open, her tongue touched her lower lip, and the walls of her sex convulsed around his fingers as her clit contracted and released repeatedly against his thumb.

It looked great.

And it felt great.

When the tension caused by her orgasm ebbed from her body, he rolled to his back, pulling her on top, but keeping his hand between her legs, letting it glide through the wet, making her shiver and lift her knees to clamp on at his hips.

“Too much?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she answered, snuggling the side of his neck with her face.

“You got plans Sunday?”

“No,” she repeated.

“Early start. Take a ride. Somewhere, doesn’t matter where. Vail. Breck. Estes Park. You pick. We’ll have lunch. Come back. The rest of Sunday we fuck. I want you first in your bed. If you don’t have time to get provisions, I’ll drop them by when I pick you up for dinner Saturday. We’re going out for steaks. There’s something you want for our fuck-in Sunday, text it to me and I’ll grab it when I go shopping. Cool?”

“Way cool.”

He stopped his fingers gliding and cupped her.

She tipped her head and said against his jaw, “I don’t mind you come in my mouth.”

“If I can’t hold out for that sweet pussy until Sunday, we can do that tonight. Or tomorrow. But we only got two days until Sunday. I can make it.”

Or, at least, he hoped he could.

“Mm.”

She took that as a challenge.

He grinned at his ceiling fan.

Keeping his hand in her panties, he slid it to her ass, asking, “What’s today’s plan?”

“My turn to cook tonight. At mine.”

“Time?”

“Whenever you come over. Just hit S.I.L. We’ll go up together.”

“I’ll text when I’m on my way.”

She shifted like she was going to move away so he cupped her ass in both hands.

“Where you goin’?”

She lifted her head and looked down at him. “Sucks to say, but we gotta start our days, boyfriend.”

“You don’t leave my bed juicy.”

Her eyebrows lifted before they lowered, her tongue came out again, the tip hit the lower, then the upper, before her teeth scored the bottom and she whispered, “What?”