Rock Chick Redemption (Rock Chick #3)(66)

He lay down beside me and again didn’t touch me.

“Whisky?”

“Yeah?”

“Nothing.”

I was stymied; I wanted Hank to touch me. I didn’t want to admit it but there it was.

I’d never touched him. I had but I’d never made the first move.

I lay there some more.

Oh, f**k it. I thought and then rol ed into him.

My hands went to his chest and my lips went to his col arbone. His arm curled around my waist, Shamus got the hint, jumped off the bed and meandered out of the room.

“Thought you were never gonna do that,” he muttered and I could swear he sounded relieved.

I didn’t answer, I was busy, or at least my mouth was.

I explored his col arbone and neck with my mouth and tongue then I kissed him. He let me taste him, even tease him, al owing me control of the kiss and it was heady stuff.

Then I moved down, slowly, discovering his chest and abs with my hands, mouth, teeth and tongue. The whole time he stroked my hip, bottom and back, but otherwise, he didn’t touch me.

I took my time, enjoying the feel and taste of him and his response, which consisted of the tightening of muscles, low groans (my favorites) and sometimes his fingers would bite into me if I did something he real y liked.

Then I dipped lower, taking him into my hand and then into my mouth.

His hand slid into my hair.

“Fuck,” he said low.

“Fuck,” he said low.

I knew he liked what I was doing, I could tel and it turned me on, so much so I went gung ho, giving him al my best moves and making up new ones. Al of a sudden his hand left my hair, both his hands went under my armpits and he yanked me up onto his body.

Mmm, seemed it was time to get serious.

I sat up, moving to the side, saying, “Let me take off –” but he pul ed me back over him and pushed me up so I was straddling him. His hands went to my underwear and gave them a vicious tug. My h*ps jerked forward, the material tore and then my panties were gone.

“Whisky,” I said, stunned that he just tore off my underwear (maybe he was part caveman, except a real y good-looking one (and without al the hair)) but I had no time to process this. His hands were at my h*ps and he pushed down just as his h*ps lifted up and he slammed into me.

It felt great, unbelievably great and I nearly lost track of what I was doing. I bit my lip, control ing my desire to let him take over and bent forward, kissing his neck under his ear and said, “Hank, please. This time let me.” Partly, I did this because I wanted to give him something but partly I did this because it was f**king wel my turn.

His grip loosened at my hips, which I took as his affirmative answer, and I started moving slowly, exploring his neck with my mouth al the while. When it was time to stop playing, when I knew we both wanted more, I pul ed up but didn’t go down, thinking to give him a taste of his own medicine.

In his ear I said, “I want my car back.”

“Sunshine,” he groaned, his hands biting into me.

“Promise me Hank.”

He laid stil and, just when I thought I had him where I wanted him, his hands tightened and he flipped me to my back and took over, pushing in deep and then grinding.

“Whisky! It’s my turn!” I cried, wrapping my arms around him and lifting my h*ps into his.

“Don’t use sex to manipulate,” he told me.

I stared at him in the dark.

“You do it al the time!” I said.

“I’m good at it,” he quit grinding and started moving. I couldn’t help it, I moved with him. “And I don’t do it with anything that’s important.”

I ignored his arrogance and the fact he was ful of shit.

The night before he’d used it to try to manipulate me into staying. If that wasn’t important, I didn’t know what was.

I decided, instead, to go back to the matter at hand, or at least one of the matters at hand. “I want my car back,” I demanded but it came out kind of breathy.

“Quiet,” he returned.

“I want my car back,” I repeated.

He kissed me, I went dizzy. He kept my mouth busy so I wouldn’t talk and my body busy so, after awhile, I couldn’t talk.

Then, I felt it. I twisted my head and tensed, breathing into his ear, “Whisky, I’m going to…” I didn’t finish. He lifted my legs with his hands behind my knees and pounded into me and I lost the ability to speak.

When he was done, he rol ed to the side, then to his back, taking me with him. I lay on top of him for a while, my head on the pil ow next to his, my forehead pressed to his jaw.

Final y I said, “That wasn’t fair.”

“The first time you touch me, it’s so you can ask me for your car so you can leave me. I didn’t feel much like playin’

fair.”

“Hank.”

He interrupted me. “You were cal in’ me Whisky a few minutes ago when you intended to make me do what you wanted by takin’ me in your mouth.”

I realized then that he was angry and I came up on my elbows.

“Are you angry?” I asked, even though I knew he was.

“You are ‘She’s the One’.” I gasped.

“I am not ‘She’s the One’,” I snapped.

“You’re completely ‘She’s the One’.”