Cry Wolf (Wolves of Angels Rest #7)(7)

Under her hands, his muscles quivered, but he didn’t fall on her. Not until she tugged him down with the force of her ankles locked behind his ass. Only then did he let out a gusty sigh into the crook of her neck.

“Nice,” he murmured.

“Nice?”

“A two-fer.”

“Excuse me?”

He lifted his head to look down at her with a smug smile. “Well, you didn’t bring enough condoms, so I have to make each one count. Gotta make sure you’re too tired to walk out of here looking for the next guy.”

She squirmed under him in outrage, then stiffened when his cock twitched inside her. She narrowed her eyes. “You can get out now.”

“Takes a minute for it to go down.”

“I meant out of my room.”

He craned his neck to look around. “So this is yours? Nice.”

The underwhelming word had sort of annoyed her before. Now it really annoyed her. “I busted my ass to get this place.”

“And I’m gonna bust your ass to keep you from leaving it in the middle of the night to pick up cheap dates like me.”

“Not so cheap if I gotta buy bigger condoms,” she snarked.

That only made him smirk. “Yeah. That’s so.”

“Well, you can bring them next time.”

As soon as the words slipped out, she wanted to run and hide. Next time? She didn’t do next times.

Neither did he, apparently, from the way his expression immediately closed down. “Sorry, Red. I’m only in town for another day, then it’s back to the middle of nowhere for me.”

She bit her lip, wishing she didn’t care. “Army, right? Where are you stationed?”

“Nah. I’m out now. Staying at a little place called Angels Rest. Not quite as heavenly as here.” He stroked a gentle hand over her hair, and she realized her previously unassailable hairspray had broken its hold somewhere during their play. “There’s a Devils Mountain, though. That might be more your style.”

She sniffed. “I’m not that bad.”

His wicked grin returned. “Got a stack of condoms says you’re wrong.”

“Deal ‘em up, then.”

“Hmm, a betting woman. I like.”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “You’re a sure thing.”

He pulled out of her with a soft slurp, and for a second, she thought she might’ve insulted him. But he drew her to her feet after him, catching her up against his chest when she stumbled, her knees wobblier than she’d meant them to be.

He bent her back over his arm, keeping her off balance. “I am very sure,” he said slowly, “you are that bad. Now take off these last shiny bits of armor so I can see all of you.”

He spun her around without waiting for an answer and unlatched the back of the sequined bodice. Since he’d already loosened the front, the whole stiff contraption slithered down her body, snagging briefly on her hips, before thudding to their feet.

“How did you breathe in that thing?” His hands framed her ribs from behind, curving under her breasts.

“Actually, it’s good for posture,” she said. But he was right; she’d never felt like she was quite able to let loose—like, literally couldn’t let loose with all the crossties—even if wardrobe swore it was perfect for the venue, and sales of a less expensive version marketed under her brand skyrocketed whenever there was a social media post of her in the getup.

He smoothed his palms into the dip of her waist. “I always imagined ‘hourglass’ was a reference to how long I could pleasure myself while looking at pictures of measurements like these.”

She shivered at the caress. “Pervert.”

“Mmm. Red-blooded male. And as much as I love these panties, they have to go too.” With a single swipe, his thumbs hooked the elastic on her hips and skimmed them down to her feet. “Aw yeah. Moonrise over the Strip never looked so pretty.”

His teeth sank into her ass.

With a surprised yelp, she jumped forward.

Another nip put her up against the floor-to-ceiling window. The chill of the glass was like another series of tiny bites to her nipples, her belly, the front of her thighs.

“Diesel,” she gasped.

His big, hot body was right behind hers, flattening her to the window. The balcony was a decent size but not so big that she couldn’t see a portion of the street below, not to mention the other hotels, which meant—

“They can see us,” she said. She pushed against him but gasped when his swelling erection slid up between her butt cheeks to the small of her back. His flesh was almost scalding hot.

“No, they can’t. There’s not enough light in here. And out there… There she is, see?” With his fist in her hair, he tilted her head upward. “Not quite full, not yet, but she likes to see our earth-bound bodies.”

The moon. He was talking about the moon, distant and serene above the Vegas desert.

The silver light seemed to inflame something in her, and she turned her face to the glass to cool her blush. So maybe no one was watching, but she felt wild, out of control. She canted her hips back, bumping his crotch.

A stinging slap to her ass made her moan.

“That’s for living dangerously when you know I don’t have a condom on.” Another slap to the other cheek. “That’s for letting me in here at all.” Another slap over the same aching handprint as the first. “That’s just cuz you like it.”