Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(48)
“Cord, wait.”
I bent my head and darted my tongue out, teasing her clit. She was wet as water. I smiled and teased again, enjoying her little gasp.
“What?” I asked innocently, sliding her skirt down further.
Saylor was up on her elbows. “It’s just…I’m laying here on the roof of a university building completely freaking naked-oh shit! Holy shit Cord, that feels amazing!”
As soon as she uttered the word ‘naked’ I buried my face between her legs and shoved my tongue straight into her hot center. She let out a small moan and kicked her skirt and panties the rest of the way off so she could throw her legs open. I grasped underneath her bare ass and lifted her a little so that I could reach deeper. I pulled back a bit and teased her, darting my tongue in and out so that I was putting the faintest playful pressure on her most sensitive spot.
Saylor cursed incoherently and gripped my shoulders. I raised my head.
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” she whined.
I pushed a finger inside. Damn this girl was sexy. She fairly dripped at the snap of my fingers and came quick as lightning.
“What do you want?” I asked quietly. “Tell me, Say. Tell me your every insane fantasy and I’ll do it all.”
She grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my face between her legs. “Just finish me, Cord. Please, or I’ll f*cking scream.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grinned and then got her done with my tongue while she bucked and trembled.
She moaned my full name once and then was quiet, just lying there and keeping her head turned away. I stroked her hair.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered and then rolled over, burying her face in my chest.
“You want to go home?”
“With you?”
“Of course. Night is just getting started.”
Saylor started pulling on her clothes. She seemed a little off balance but I let it go, giving her a few inches of space.
“Cord?” She’d gotten her skirt back on and her shirt buttoned. Her voice sounded a little sad, almost uncertain.
“Saylor,” I answered, zipping up my pants and waiting.
She hugged me fiercely, surprising me with her strength. Then she let out a little sigh and rested her head on my shoulder.
“My girl,” I whispered, kissing her and tightening my arms around her body.
“I am,” she said with a note of stubbornness.
Before there was Saylor I never found myself wishing I knew what was going on inside a girl’s head. I always figured it would involve all kinds of syrupy shit with unicorns and wedding dresses. But Say might be a little more complex than most girls. I wanted to hear about every honest piece of emotion which skated across her mind. Until I remembered that she’d already told me everything important.
“I do too,” I blurted.
She moved back a few inches and peered up at me curiously.
“I do,” I insisted and pushed her thick brown hair out of her face.
She didn’t ask what I meant. She only closed her eyes for a few seconds and breathed deeply with a small smile on her face. I pulled her up to her feet.
“Let’s go.”
“If I can walk,” she laughed, actually stumbling around a little unsteadily.
“You don’t need to. Get on my back.”
She was easy to carry. We were beside her car inside of a minute. She stretched and rubbed her belly as she climbed inside. “I’m hungry.”
“Not me,” I grinned, starting the car. “I just ate.”
Saylor crossed her arms and blushed. “You’re wicked.”
I squeezed her knee. “But you knew that already.”
She stared at me closely. “I know you.”
“And?”
“You’re incredible, Cordero.”
God, she killed me. I didn’t even have an answer for that which wasn’t full of cheese and bullshit so I didn’t say anything. We went to a Taco Bell drive thru and Saylor ordered a quesadilla and a soda. She raised her eyebrows when I ordered a dozen tacos.
“You planning on eating all that tonight?”
“Nah, I’ll have a couple. The boys will eat the rest.”
She smiled. “I love that.”
“Tacos?”
“Not really. I love how you guys do everything in consideration of each other.”
“That we do,” I said soberly.
Creed was passed out on the floor next to the sofa. It was better than having him stare blackly into the darkness, mooning over shit which couldn’t be helped now. Saylor stood over him, peering down curiously before she disappeared for a moment. When she returned she was carrying a blanket. I felt a strange tightening in my chest as she kindly covered my troubled brother.
Chase finished gulping down a couple of tacos and poked me in the arm. “That’s a keeper,” he said without a hint of mockery.
“Damn straight,” I said, tossing the rest of the tacos in the fridge. Whenever Creed’s haze wore off he was bound to be hungry as a bear.
“Guess who I saw today?” Chase spoke up as Saylor joined us, sucking on her soda.
“Who?” I asked, staring at her lips around that straw and remembering what they’d looked like around my dick. She saw me staring and flicked her tongue out.