Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(58)

She did twisty things with her tongue that…damn. She did that sucking thing with her cheeks…Christ. Then she tried to deep throat him and he shouted, “Fuck.”


“Yes. Fuck me.” She brought his shaft into her mouth again and released him. “Fuck my mouth.”


“No. I want to f*ck your sweet * in my bed.”


“No. Fuck my sweet * right here against the wall. Ditch the boots and jeans.” She stood. Shucking off her pants and underwear, she watched him to make sure he did the same.


As soon as his legs were free, Rory’s mouth was on his. She spun until her back was against the wall. She wrapped her arm around his neck and her leg around his hip.


He marveled at the strength in her thigh muscles for about three seconds. Then her hand gripped the base of his cock and she—holy shit—pulled him forward with it. Yeah. She was not messing around. Dalton knew she wasn’t messing around when the head of his cock brushed the wetness of her *. She wanted this. She was ready for this.


Who was he to deny her?


He bent his knees and filled her in one thrust.


Her head fell back. “Like that again.”


So he did it again. And again. And again.


No kissing, no touching. Just raw f*cking.


Rory’s hand landed on his butt in almost a slap and she urged his pelvis closer. “Grind on me. Yes. More. Feels so…”


“Feels so what?” he managed.


“Hot. I’m there already.” Her nails dug into his ass. Into his neck. When her cunt pulsed around his shaft buried inside her, he had to grit his teeth to keep still.



When her grip loosened, he shuttled his cock in and out of her slick channel until that moment when pleasure blindsided him and he erupted. Wave after wave of heat shot out of his cock and he freakin’ loved the slick feeling it added to her * since they’d stopped using condoms.


Once he could breathe, he kissed her neck. “Aurora.”


“Say it again,” she murmured.


“What?”


“My name. I love the way you say it after you come. It’s so sexy.”


“Aurora.”


She shivered. Then she rubbed her bare leg up and down his. “Now what did you say you wanted to do tonight?”


“Hell if I remember.”


Chapter Fifteen


Friday night after work Rory slid into the booth, grateful Mandie and Vanessa had ordered her a martini. She drained it in two big gulps and waved to the cocktail waitress for another round. “Ah. That’s what I needed.”


Mandie and Vanessa exchanged a look. “What is up with you? You’re like thirty minutes late.”


“I went over to Dalton’s to change out of my uniform. Any time he sees me half-naked, he seizes the chance to get me completely naked and well, it’s not like I resisted.”


“So you just had sex,” Mandie stated.


“Yep.”


“And how was it?” Vanessa prompted.


“Let’s put it this way, I’m lucky I’m only thirty minutes late. The man is a sex fiend. He’s relentless.” She grinned. “It is so very good to be me.”


“I’m so freakin’ jealous I could spit.”


“I didn’t spit when you were getting it on all the time with Thomas,” Rory reminded Mandie.


“All the time,” she scoffed. “He never lasted long enough to make me thirty minutes late for something.”


“Is that why you broke up with him?”


Mandie shook her head. “I couldn’t stand his family. I didn’t see it going anywhere because of that.”


The waitress brought a fresh round.


“Well I don’t have to worry about Dalton’s family because I’m just in it for the sex.”


Even Vanessa looked skeptical. “Just sex? Nothing else? You’re sure it’s not becoming something more?”


No.


“Did he really last thirty minutes?” Mandie asked.


Why was her friend focused on that? “I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly looking at my watch while he was rocking my world. But probably. He does have incredible staying power. And recovery time.” She smirked. “And tenacity.” And a possessive streak. He’d f*cked her almost as a way to mark her before she went to a bar on a Friday night. Reminding her she’d never get it as good anywhere else as she was already getting with him. All. The. Freakin’. Time.


“How many times did you…?”


Rory sipped her drink with one hand and lifted two fingers in the air.


“Twice? You had two orgasms…in thirty minutes?”


Mandie groaned. “I hate you.”


“Remember, we just started sleeping together. It’ll probably burn out.” Rory ignored her libido when it piped up and bet her willpower fifty bucks it’d never happen.


“How many times have you had sex this week?”


“Since Friday?” Rory thought about it and tossed out a random number. “Seventeen.”