Protecting the Boundary (LA Wolves #8)

Chapter 32

THIRTY-TWO

The next night, I decide to take a late dip in the pool. It’s heated, so I don’t feel the slight chill in the air, and the sky is clearer than usual due to the rain we had yesterday. Instead of my usual black one-piece, I opt for my red bikini because with the way Romel was looking at me today, I’m pretty sure he’s going to come out here as soon as he puts Kaylee to sleep.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how hard he made me come last night. Like, seriously, way to go, Sydney for training him so well because I had a hard time believing I was only the second woman he’s done that to when he did it so incredibly well. Like, best oral I’ve ever had by a landslide.

The only downside was watching him walk away, especially before I was able to return the favor.

I only make it through five laps in his pool before the patio door slides open and he steps out. His shirt sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms with pronounced veins that I’ve never paid much attention to on guys before. But with Romel, I can’t help noticing everything about him—from his strong body, chiseled jaw, and sexy brown eyes to the way he takes care of everyone around him, not just his daughter. Romel is one of the most naturally caring men I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and even if this ends up being too much for him, I’ll never regret getting to experience him like this—to pretend that he’s really mine, even if it only ends up being temporary.

He walks over to one of the lounge chairs near the pool and takes a seat, his heated eyes watching my every movement as I swim closer to him. I push myself out of the pool and don’t miss the way his hungry gaze narrows and his throat bobs. Giddy excitement pulses through me that I’m able to make this man react to me in a way I know he hasn’t reacted to any woman in so long.

“Come here,” he says, his voice deep and husky. I don’t hesitate to follow his command because there’s nothing I want more than him and whatever pleasure we can have together during these stolen moments.

As I get closer, he spreads his legs, indicating I should stand between them. He grabs my hips and leans forward, kissing my stomach with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. God, I wish this man was mine in every way possible. I’ve never felt like this before—nervous, excited, scared, yet exhilarated.

His hands slide around my hips and down to cup my ass. “God, I’ve wanted to touch you like this all day. You have no idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you now that I’ve tasted you.”

“I have a pretty good idea,” I whisper, my voice embarrassingly breathy. He’s not the only one who’s struggled to keep his hands to himself.

I can practically see the wheels turning in his head, the way his brown eyes go nearly black with desire as he plays with my bikini bottoms, but tonight it’s my turn to give him pleasure. I slide my hand around the back of his neck and squeeze just enough to get his attention. He lifts that deep gaze to meet mine, and the seductive words I’ve been thinking all day get stuck in my throat.

But he must see my desire, and maybe we’re on the same wavelength after all because with his husky voice he says, “Get on your knees for me.”

Desire curls in my belly at his demand, and I lower myself to my knees. My hands go to the waist of his sweats and he doesn’t stop me. Instead, he lifts his hips so I can pull them down over his ass and his thick thighs. I quickly realize he’s not wearing any underwear, and something about knowing he was going commando is so hot. How long has he been walking around the house in sweats with no boxer briefs?

And then I can’t think about anything else but his thick cock that’s already hard and glistening with precum at the tip.

His eyes burn with desire and need, his chest rises and falls with his unsteady breaths, and his arms are straining as he grips the edge of the lounge chair. He looks so wound up that a wicked grin pulls up the corners of my lips knowing I’m about to make him completely unravel.

Without looking away from his face, I dip down and lick up his shaft, not missing how he shudders and lets out a heavy exhale. His eyelids close as bliss streaks across his face and he tips his head back. “Fuck,” he mutters so low, I almost miss it.

I swirl my tongue over the tip, licking off his precum, and he opens his eyes, his lids hooded, to watch me do another swirl around the head of his cock. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

I open my mouth and let him slide against my tongue. “Oh fuck, that’s so good, yes,” he says, his voice tight.

Wrapping my lips around his cock, I take him as far into my throat as I can, although it’s a challenge. He’s thicker than any guy I’ve been with before. I use my hand to compensate for what my mouth can’t reach and find a rhythm of gripping and tugging his shaft while my mouth works the head of his cock.

“Oh, that feels good.” His hands find their way into my hair as his thighs tense.

I pull my mouth off his cock with a pop. “You like that?”

His eyes are so dark, they look nearly black. “I fucking love it.”

My heartbeat speeds up as I take him back in my mouth, loving the sharp inhales and low grunts he makes. I lick up and down his shaft and then around his balls, taking them into my mouth when his breathing stutters.

“God yes, that feels so fucking good. I love the way you do that.”

His praise makes my pussy contract, wanting him with a desperation I’ve never felt before.

I maintain eye contact with him as I take him back in my mouth and attempt to take him farther into my throat, gagging a little. “God, you look so hot,” he says, with such awe, like he can’t fully believe this is happening.

I moan around his length and then suck the head of his cock again while my fist finds the rhythm he seems to like best on his shaft.

His grip on my hair tightens and his thighs start to shake. “Oh God, you’re gonna make me come. Yes, just like that. So fucking good.”

And then with a loud groan he comes. His body shudders as I continue to fist his cock, getting every last drop of his cum on my tongue.

With a final unsteady exhale, he collapses back on the lounge chair. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit, Mere. That was…”

He trails off and I can’t help but smile. It’s a nice compliment when the guy you just sucked off can’t even form coherent sentences afterward.

He only takes a minute or two to catch his breath before he lifts his head, his gaze still hungry. “Now get over here and sit on my face so I can taste how wet you are from sucking my cock.”

Yes, sir.