Own the Wind (Chaos #1)(50)
I was, totally. It was way beyond what I expected he’d do without me even asking and it made me feel safe in more ways than knowing making love with him would be safe.
“Thanks, Shy,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome, Tabby,” he whispered back.
I grinned.
Shy kissed me.
Ten minutes later, my panties were gone.
Two hours later, I passed out on top of Shy, sated, exhausted, relaxed as all get out.
And happy.
Chapter Eleven
Thick and Thin
Three and a half weeks later…
“Shy, oh my God. Shy!” I cried, my hands, curved around the edge of the kitchen counter, went to his head between my legs. His hands cupping my behind pulled me deeper into his ravenous mouth. My head flew back, slammed into the elevated bar and I came really, freaking hard.
Still coming, I barely processed losing his mouth from between my legs but I didn’t miss his c**k slamming into me.
I lifted my head and tried to focus on his face, seeing it hard, his eyes burning on me, his c**k slamming fast, hard, deep.
Mostly, Shy made love to me, managing the unbelievable task of doing this even when it was wild monkey sex.
Now, he was f**king me.
It was fantastic.
“You’re comin’ for me again, Tabby,” he grunted, thrusting deep.
“Okay,” I breathed.
His hands were spanning my hips, yanking me to him as he drove inside me, so he ordered, “Watchin’ you do it, baby. Touch yourself.”
No hesitation, I yanked up the nightie I had on, the only thing I was wearing since it was morning. Shy and I had been shuffling around the kitchen getting coffee and I’d licked my lip for some reason. My tongue barely made the pass before his mouth slammed down on mine then I found my ass on the counter, my panties gone, my man’s mouth between my legs and myself coming.
And there I still was. Happily.
I put one finger to my clit. I shoved up my nightie and put my fingers to my nipple.
“Nightie up, Tab. Wanna see what you’re doin’ to your tit,” he growled. My belly dipped, my sex spasmed, he pounded deeper, and I stopped what I was doing at my breast, pulled my nightie further up and showed him what I was doing.
“Fuck, honey,” he groaned, slamming in deep then rolling his h*ps in a way that made a moan slide up my throat, his eyes never leaving me. “Fuckin’ hot. Gorgeous.”
“Shy,” I whispered, close again, the first one huge, this one felt like it might kill me and I didn’t care.
“You wait for me,” he growled, going faster, driving deep.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, it was nearly over me.
His voice was rough when he gritted, “Wait for me, baby.”
“I—”
Suddenly his hands weren’t at my hips. He’d wrapped his arms around me, lifted me clean off the counter and I flew through the air a moment before my body collided with his and he slammed me down on his cock.
My head flew back and I cried out as the wave crashed over me even as I felt Shy bury his face in my chest and groan into my skin.
Lifetimes passed as I whirled under the surface, Shy right there with me. Then, when we were floating up, he gently laid me back on the countertop, his hand cupping the back of my head so it cushioned me when I hit bar.
I tipped my chin to look at him and saw him grinning down at me.
“Jesus, sugar, you gotta quit comin’ so fast. You’re killin’ me.”
My happy mojo took a hit and I glared at him.
“Uh… just pointing out, Shy, you’re the one who makes me come so fast.”
“I like that, babe, and I get it, my mouth between your legs in the morning after you’ve had a full eight hours without me takin’ you there, but right after I give it to you, you get there again before me? What the f**k?”
He was still grinning, which meant I knew he was teasing.
He was also teasing because he was pleased with himself and didn’t mind me knowing it, and this didn’t please me.
“You were f**king me hard,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, so?” He kept grinning at me.
“On the kitchen counter,” I carried on.
“And?”
“It was hot,” I snapped and watched his grin spread into a smile.
“Uh, I got that, Tab. You came, your pu**y clenched around me so hard, I had no choice but to do the same. That sweet cunt of yours milked it right out of me.”
That pissed me off and turned me on, both in equal measure. I gave into the pissed-off part and I kept glaring before I tipped my head to the side and asked fake-sweetly, “Is this a problem?”
Still smiling, he opened his mouth to speak then his smile died completely, his head jerked up, eyes to the door, and before I knew what was going on, he pulled out, yanked me off the counter, set me on my feet, shoved me behind him, and his hands went to his jeans, the only thing he’d luckily pulled on earlier to shuffle around in the kitchen with me.
This was lucky because usually he only wore his boxer briefs and sometimes he wore nothing.
And Shy being in his jeans was lucky because at that very moment a key could be heard in the lock.
This could only be one of five people: Dad. Tyra. Rush. Big Petey. Or Natalie.
And none of those choices were good, because none of them knew about Shy and me.