Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(97)

“M’kay.” She rose up enough to ditch the shirt. “You always have such great ideas.” Then she rolled onto her back, keeping her arms above her head and her eyes closed.


Tell nuzzled the outside curves of her tits, inhaling the fragrance of her skin first thing in the morning. The underswell tasted tangy—of her sweat and sleep. He sucked a tiny love bruise on the upper curve, then he focused his attention on her nipples. Sucking. Licking. Biting. Pinching. Pleasing himself with her body and turning her into a squirmy, sighing mass.


His fingers trailed over her slit, finding her core hot and wet. He swirled those digits into the sweet cream.


“Someone’s awake now,” he murmured and tapped her hip. “Turn over.”


“Someone likes to take me from behind,” she murmured back as she rolled onto her belly.


He made a place between her legs and hiked up her hips. His hands roamed over her arms, her strong back, her hips and her ass. Goddamn she had the finest ass. He scattered kisses down her torso. Tracking the line of her spine from her shoulders down, pressing openmouthed kisses in the dimples of her ass. He rubbed his morning whiskers on her cheeks, then traced the crack to her tailbone, loving the hitch in her breath when his tongue dipped down to circle her anus.


Then he caged her body beneath his and aligned his cock. His need to rut on her nearly overtook him as he slid home. But he paused just to breathe, just to absorb this perfect union of bodies as he made love to her. Savoring her every moan. Savoring every connection of his hard flesh into the softness of hers.


All at once he ramped up the tempo. Pounding into her. Going primal at the visual of his big, rough hands gripping her ass cheeks. His rigid cock disappearing into her wet and welcoming cunt.


Georgia pushed her hips back, taking every slamming thrust.


He could go for hours in the morning, so a quick rise to orgasm caught him off guard. He released a soft snarl as jets of hot come shot out of his dick. White spots, black dots all danced behind his eyelids, and he kept up the rapid rhythm until he felt dizzy and realized he’d been holding his breath.


That’s when he also realized he hadn’t worn a condom.


Falling onto his hands, he sucked in air and didn’t bother to try and stay the trembling in his limbs. “Dammit, Georgia, I’m sorry. I forgot a condom.”


“It’s okay. I’m on the pill, so we’re protected.”


“Thank God.”


He pushed back to his knees and gently rolled her over, knowing she hadn’t come yet. Running his palms up the outside of her legs, he stopped to span the sexy curve of her hips. Then he moved his hands up her belly, molding her compact ribcage, squeezing those plump tits and cupping her slim shoulders. “So perfectly beautiful. Everywhere.”


“I’m not dreaming?”


“No. But bein’ able to touch you like this, anytime I want? Is a dream come true for me.”


Georgia wreathed her arms around his neck. “Are you always such a sweet talker at the butt crack of dawn?”


“I could learn to be. If we did this every morning to start the day out right.” He shoved his cock in deep on the first stroke.


“Yes.” She arched. “I love that you’re still hard. Even after you come.”


“You do it to me. I can’t get enough of you.”


“Good. Because I’m so close. Don’t slow down.” She moaned when he angled his pelvis, brushing over her clit.


Tell buried his face in her throat. “It’s there, baby. I can feel your * tightening around my cock.” He panted as he rammed into her hard, bottoming out with each thrust. “Take it.”


Georgia’s body arched so much he could only see the tip of her chin as she unraveled. Her nails were digging into his ass so deeply he knew he’d bear gouges on his butt cheeks.


That’s when he fused his mouth to hers and lost himself in the taste of her kiss. That’s when Tell knew he’d do anything to keep her.


Chapter Twenty-Four


Hello, walk of shame.


With her mother in the house.


But worth it. So worth it.


Georgia tiptoed up the stairs, noticing the door to the guest bedroom was closed. She stripped and crawled between the sheets, drifting to sleep with a smile on her face.


She woke up three hours later and brewed a pot of coffee to chase away her lethargy. Tempting to laze in the sun like a contented cat today. But since she hadn’t spent time with her mother yesterday, she wanted to do something fun today.


Fun. Tell McKay was definitely rubbing off on her.


As she crossed the foyer to get the newspaper, she heard a loud thump in the guest bedroom. She glanced at the clock. Strange that her early-bird mother wasn’t up at nine o’clock. Maybe she was sick.


Georgia scaled the stairs, pausing outside the door. She heard more thumps. “Mom? Are you all right?” She opened the door and froze upon seeing her father’s bare back and naked butt bouncing as he nailed her mother from behind.


“Omigod! What are you doing?” As if it wasn’t obvious.


Her mother shrieked and her parents collapsed on the bed, her father valiantly yanking the covers over them.