Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(47)

“You still draw?” she asked suddenly.

“Sometimes.” I pointed to my arm. “Sketched this out for my cousin who also happens to be an occasional tattoo artist.”

She pushed herself up on one elbow and stared at me, her soft hair falling over my shoulder. She examined the centaur on my arm. “Beastly warrior of legend, immortalized. You’re good,” she said seriously. “You were even when we were kids. I remember.”

I grimaced a little, thinking of how once I’d sketched her portrait as a way to get between her legs. But Saylor didn’t seem to be focusing on that. She was thoughtful.

“There must be a reason why you hang out on the roof of an art museum. You ever consider doing anything with your talent?”

I shrugged, shifting a little. “My mom was an artist. Did you know that?”

Her voice was gentle. “No, I didn’t. She’s not one anymore?”

I gave a short laugh. “She’s not much of anything anymore. But yeah, she had boxes full of old paintings she’d done before drugs and Benton Gentry destroyed her.”

Saylor took my hand and kissed it, saying nothing.

I sighed, remembering. “She had a stack of old art books, too. Well, she did until Benton got pissed for nothing and shoved them into the backyard fire pit. There was one I always used to look at. One picture in particular. I could never get enough of staring at that thing. It had these three clocks melting somewhere in a barren wasteland. I don’t know, it just always got to me.”

“The Persistence of Memory,” Saylor said. “Salvador Dali.”

I was surprised. “That’s it.”

She smiled. “I took an art history class sophomore year. Want to hear something funny? I used to have a print of that painting on my dorm room wall.”

“Hmm,” I shrugged. “That’s some coincidence.”

“You ever think about taking art classes?”

“No. Who the hell takes classes for art?”

“Don’t be obtuse, Cord. You damn well know people take classes for art.”

“Doesn’t seem like a wise thing to spend money on.”

She moved closer and pushed her hand underneath my shirt. “I could argue with you.”

“Go ahead. You won’t win that fight.”

“You think so? I can fight too.”

I flexed my arms. “Listen, little girl, I’ve never lost one.”

“Never?”

“Never. Never even suffered a draw.”

She moved her hand lower, unzipping my pants. “Would you be willing to suffer a draw now?”

I started to move my hips. She understood what I wanted and pulled my hard dick out, squeezing it as her small hand moved from the base to the tip.

“I might,” I grunted, having trouble talking. She grinned and bent low, taking me in her mouth.

It was f*cking heaven, watching her juicy lips close around me. She kept her eyes closed and rolled her tongue down the length. I groaned and grabbed her hair when she found the sweet spot. I loved that she didn’t even glance around, didn’t seem to give a damn that technically anyone could come waltzing up those stairs at any time.

“Take it off,” I barked. She dropped my dick and propped herself up, staring at me with raised eyebrows. I tugged at the buttons of her blouse. “Your shirt, baby. Take it off. I want to come all over your tits.”

“Jesus, Cord,” she snorted but I could tell she was into the idea. I watched as she kneeled and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

“Quit staring at me,” she warned and I could see her pale skin turn red even in the dark.

“No,” I said sternly, rising and pushing her lightly onto her back. I straddled her chest and rolled my balls over her rapidly hardening nipples. “Now I want to hear you say it again, all that stuff you said this morning.”

“What?” she whispered. The wind was kicking up all around us and the air smelled like dirt. In the distance a clap of thunder sounded. Saylor squirmed underneath me. I knew how eager she was getting.

“Yeah, honey,” I told her, enjoying her smooth skin. “I know you’re wet and aching for it. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.” I let my hands wander everywhere. “I just want to hear you say it again. This is all mine.”

“It is,” Saylor moaned, “you know it is.”

“I know, Say. I still want to hear the words come out of your sweet little mouth.”

“It’s all yours, Cord. My heart, my body. I want you with everything I am. God, I love you. I wanted to say that to you this morning but I didn’t have the guts.”

The thunder grew closer and I pushed her tits together, trapping my dick between them. Her eyes glittered in the dark as she watched me get off. She continued to twist underneath me and I knew how f*cking badly she wanted me inside her.

“Soon, Say,” I promised, squeezing her tits around my dick as I let it rule me, finally coming in a mighty spurt all over her chest.

“Oh f*ck, baby. Fuck, that’s good.” I shuddered and let it all spill out in a slippery pool. She giggled a little as I rubbed my own semen over her chest.

“Think that’s funny?” I grumbled as I pulled her skirt down over her hips. I ran my tongue over her belly and started to go lower but she shied away.