Love, Exes, and Ohs (Cactus Creek #4)(31)

“Xoey,” he gritted out through clenched teeth,

Her name on his lips seemed to be the magical key. She purred against his throbbing length and took him all the way to his base, and he was powerless to stop it. He exploded, coming right down her throat, heart hammering, his entire body damn near short-circuiting.

Jesus, he’d almost blacked out again.

Pulling her up to her feet, he dragged her into his arms and dropped his forehead to hers, half groaning, half cursing. Regardless of her modified saying about nice guys, he really hadn’t wanted to ‘finish first.’

Not that he was complaining, of course.

While his brain attempted to stop his body from falling down into a deep sleep without ‘finishing’ her too, his hands traced lazy circles up and down her sides, flexing into her soft, feminine skin.

She yelped and pulled back, hands covering her sides as a giggle burst out of her chest.

He blinked at her and then grinned, all traces of his post-orgasm slumber gone.

“You’re ticklish. How did I never know that?”

He advanced on her slowly.

She backed up. “Don’t you dare.”

He chased her into the bedroom and cornered her as she hopped up on the bed, eyeing him warily. Never one to cat and mouse, he took two quick strides, and yanked her feet out from under her so she fell flat on her back on the mattress. He was on her in seconds.

But she twisted and smoothly spun out from his grip, hooking her leg behind his knees to similarly send him tumbling onto his back on the bed.

What the?

“I didn’t teach you those moves.”

She gave him an innocent double-blink. “While you were in Vegas, I got bored. So I took my three dwarfs over to The Pound. Some of your best guys spent a few hours showing me some new moves.”

He growled, jealousy burning away in his gut. “You grappled on the mat with my guys? You had a bunch of half-naked guys touching you, rolling around with you, trying to pin you?”

His thunderous questions came out as feral rumbles.

And instead of answering any of them, she just returned with an impish ‘what’re-you-gonna-do-about-it’ smile.

Dammit, the woman knew how to push his buttons.

He flipped her onto her back again and stripped her rain-drenched jeans off of her.

One taste.

He just needed one taste to ground himself before he loved her slowly, gently.

Pulling her panties to the side, he slid his tongue through her folds, circling over the tight feminine bud of arousal at her core, before groaning when the taste of her flooded his mouth, overwhelmed his senses.

Criminy, she was just as sweet as he remembered.

And he was too far gone.

With one sharp yank, he tore her panties from her body, and spread her thighs wider for him so his eyes could feast on every last beautiful curve of her body.

Dipping his head down, his lips and tongue relearned every contour, every sensitive dip and valley. Her soft, feminine stomach. Her navel ring. The slick heat between her thighs.

Mouth latched onto one berry ripe nipple, he slid two fingers into her wet heat and curled into that spot that always pushed her to her limits.

Almost immediately, he felt her inner muscles tighten around him like a vise, fluttering her toward her climax as she bucked against him, eyes shut, body his to control, to love. And her lips whispering his name over and over again.

A low growl of pleasure vibrated from his chest.

The onslaught of emotions that accompanied the pleasure of seeing her unravel before him, because of him was almost too much. With gentle affection, he plunged his fingers inside her one last time and circled the pulse-point between her legs with his tongue. The tandem assault instantly had her crying out his name, coming hard and fast as he pushed over the edge.

Never had he felt this level of satisfaction from sharing ‘partial benefits’ with anyone before.

But with Xoey, everything was different, better, more complete.

Like two puzzle pieces, she reached up to intertwine her fingers with his as she slid into his arms, snuggling in. Tucking her against his chest, he dragged the blanket over them and felt himself drifting off almost instantly.

A perfect fit.





CHAPTER TWELVE


TWO OF THE MOST sexually-frenzied weeks of Xoey’s life slid by and, even without a single ‘full benefit,’ Xoey found that she’d never been more addicted to the man.

And happy.

She was definitely happy.

But she had absolutely no idea how to proceed from here.

“You guys, I need a relationship roundtable.” Xoey plopped down in the pub table where Sienna and Lia were having happy hour drinks.

Lia glanced at Sienna. “How do we keep ending up here?”

Sienna shrugged, laughing. “Xo, have you forgotten what happened the last time you discussed your love life with us? Clearly, Football Barbie and Martial Arts Barbie are not the best ones to be advising you on such matters.”

Xoey thunked her head against the table. “I don’t care; right now I’m Nervous Breakdown Barbie. And even though you two are just four testicles shy of being my two best guy friends, you’re still all I’ve got.”

Lia pulled out her phone. “I’m calling in back-up this time.”

Two minutes later, Quinn jogged over from Desert Confections to join them at the table. Dani was there a minute after that.