Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
WEST
“West,” Camille’s eyes are wide as she holds the sample pint. “This is dangerously good.”
“Yeah?” I smile, proud of what my brothers and I put together with our signature autumn bourbon.
“Are you kidding me right now?” She takes another hearty sip, then licks her top lip with gusto.
“I could’ve done that for you.” I stare at her full top lip with the most perfect cupid’s bow.
Her eyes flare with desire. “The night’s still young, Hero.”
Holding the cinnamon stick garnish, she takes another sip. “I need this in an IV, please.”
“I’ll make a request to Ezra. I’m sure he’ll love that,” I chuckle, closing up the bottle to put away.
“What did you guys name it?” she asks, savoring her last drops of the pumpkin bourbon apple cider.
“Being that most of the concept was my idea, they let me name it.”
Her face brightens with excitement. “And what did you call it?”
I grin. “Sorry, Nyx. You’re going to have to wait for the reveal.”
Her mouth gapes. “Are you kidding me? You’re really not going to tell me?”
I laugh, “Sorry, beautiful, it’s a surprise.”
Her shock bleeds into a look I’ve grown accustomed to over the last week. It’s trouble. The kind I’ll love but have also tried fighting.
She sets her glass down gently, then slides off the barstool, tracing her fingertips on the counter as she comes around the corner to stand before me.
“I could always persuade you to tell me,” her voice turns sultry, which apparently has a direct line to my cock.
“Little Pixie,” I warn, my voice low, deep.
The hand at the counter glides off and slowly rides up my thigh. “You know, you made promises yesterday.”
Her body presses against mine. Hard nipples graze my chest.
“When you dropped me off at my parents. I don’t recall that big…hand of yours…” I narrow my eyes when she smirks. “Reddening my ass,” she continues.
“And you left me wet. All,” her fingers slow dance over my thigh. “Night,” she whispers, touching my already hardening shaft in my jeans. “Long,” she licks under my chin.
Primal need overwhelms me, cutting off all supply to my brain.
I grab her hips and lift her onto my counter.
Her gasp makes my balls tighten up. Groaning, I slide her lower half to the edge as I press my clothed cock against her seam.
I dig my fingers into her ass, pushing myself against her jeans, wanting her to feel me at her clit.
Her breathless whimper confirms she does.
I rake my other hand into her hair, hold a fistful, and bring her face up to mine. I speak gruffly against those panting lips.
“Someone wants to play tonight,” my throat rasps. This woman drives me wild.
“I don’t want to wait anymore.” She kisses me.
The kiss is rough, urgent, deep. I lick inside her mouth until her tongue twines around mine and sucks. Moaning, I lean into her body. Only my hold keeps her from falling back.
“West,” she whimpers, her pelvis dancing against me, seeking, needing.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me,” I groan into her mouth, then press kisses as I nibble the skin down her neck.
“I want to feel you,” she struggles to get out. “All of you. I want you bare, inside me.”
Fuck. This could be just the heat of the moment, but the idea of sliding inside her wet warmth, completely bare, coming inside her, filling her. Shit.
I hold her still, needing a moment to breathe. My brain fills with enough blood flow that I know what I want to do.
“We’re doing this right,” I say, bringing my head up to press a quick, hard kiss before lifting her off the counter.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I guide us to my bed. Camille licks my neck before sucking and blowing behind my ear. That spot’s so sensitive, my knees almost buckle on the way to my room.
I tried to prolong this as much as I could.
Subconsciously, I think I was waiting to tell Styx before her and I crossed that step.
I just know, once I’ve been inside her, it’s official.
I’m not going back, and I won’t let her go.
If she’ll have me. It’s her choice as much as mine.
Please God, tell me she feels what I do.
She’s clawing at my flannel button-down. I gently let her body bounce on my king-sized bed. She sits up immediately and unbuttons my shirt. I pop open her jeans and pull them completely off. My mouth waters at her scent. My tongue salivates, anticipating her taste.
Camille pulls off her thin, hunter green sweater, tossing it on the floor, then reaches to unbutton my pants.
“Is my Little Pixie eager?” I pant into her hair when her hand finds me in my briefs, lightly stroking.
“I want to taste you,” she licks at my collarbone.
“Not now,” I grunt, my hips pumping into her smooth, tiny hand. Perfect pressure. “Fuck, baby.” I take her hand off. “I’ll come if you keep on.”
She pulls my jeans lower, under my ass. I unhook her bra and lay her back, getting my first real look at her naked chest.
“Perfection,” I whisper, running hands reverently over her clavicle, down between her full breasts, peaked with blush, hard nipples. “I owe you,” I say before bending low and taking her left breast into my mouth.
“Oh, God!” Her body arches as her breath stutters. Her hand tightens around my hair.
I run the tip of my tongue around her areola before flicking her delicious nipple.
Whimpering, my girl’s hips are restless, searching for friction.
I push my jeans further down my legs as I switch to her other breast. I kick them off, leaving my brief on, half-skewed. I can’t risk losing control just yet.
I lick and leave bite marks down her torso, stomach, and blow against the waistband of her black cotton underwear. Her fingers rake into the sides of my face and through my hair, sending a shiver down my back.
I hook my fingers into her underwear and look up. “Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” I exhale, watching those honey hazel eyes brighten with passion. Her full lips are moist, parted, wanting me.
“I want you, Hero.” She nods at my unspoken question.
I pull them off. I settle between her thighs, running my hands up her legs until I grip her inner thighs and pull them apart wider.
Her arousal glistens her lower lips. That sensitive bud peeks out, calling for my tongue.
I kiss her inner thigh at the crease before I nudge my nose above her hooded clit.
Her legs fight my hold, but I keep her still.
I flatten my tongue and slowly, thoroughly lick her from her opening up to her bud. Her taste is already addictive. The sight my eyes look up and see as my tongue gets to know where she’s most sensitive almost has me coming all over the bed.
My goddess bites her thumb, moaning and arching her back as the other hand massages her breast. Her hard nipple peeks from between her fingers as she squeezes, and fuck, I want to be everywhere at once.
“I want your juices in my mouth. I want your scent all over me,” I growl into her.
“Hero,” she chants.
“You close, baby?” She nods frantically. “You want my cock after this?”
“Yes,” she keeps panting around her thumb. “West,” she cries, almost in panic, as if overwhelmed by what her body is feeling.
“Give in to it, Nyx. I’m right here. I’m catching you,” I promise, then go all in.
I slide my finger inside her as I suck her clit. Her throat is husky, crying out my name. I widen my stance on my knees, my hips pumping air, needing to be inside her. But I want her to come first.
My moan vibrates, creating more stimulation, and my girl almost breaks my finger off from how tight she is.
Her body jerks toward the ceiling, then freezes before she explodes beautifully.
Her cries are music. I take her through the entire high then fall, keeping my finger inside her, playing with that spongey spot that sends her flying.
I ease my finger out, sit back, and have her watch as I suck her juices off my finger. Moaning, I close my eyes, my dick jerking, leaking precome.
“Holy shit,” she says, catching her breath. “That was…”
“Us just getting started.” I pull off my underwear and stroke my cock. “I’ve been dreaming of you wrapped around me, milking my come.” Her nose flares as her eyes practically glow. The only light in the room comes from the hall light through my open door and the moon beaming over her naked body.
Her skin is pale, ethereal. Her arms aren’t the only places she’s tattooed.
I release my shaft and run my fingers lightly over her ribcage, where a raven flies over a moon.
On the opposite hip, celestial symbols intersect and create a mosaic piece that wraps low around her back, and last is the large floral design at the top of her left thigh.
I stretch my body over hers. Her thighs hug my hips as her hands explore.
“I have condoms,” I inform her. Again, her offer could have been just dirty talk. I won’t risk her health or safety.
She shakes her head. “I’m on the shot. But,” she hesitates.
I cup both sides of her neck. “Baby,” I whisper. “We don’t have to go all the way tonight. I’d be honored just to make you come again, then hold you all night.”
Her eyes soften. “Hero,” she smiles, so soft and intimate, touching my face. “I adore you for offering that, but that’s not why I paused.” She waits, so I nod for her to continue.
“I wanted you to know, I’ve never been with anyone.”
My mind circles her meaning until it hits. Does she mean? “You’ve never…?” She shakes her head. “That fuckface never had you?” I hate bringing him up, but if she’s saying what I believe she’s saying, I’m claiming this woman forever.
She scoffs a short laugh. “Hell no. It never felt right. I wanted to feel safe. No one made me feel what you do.”
I push my forehead against hers, groaning. “Are you sure you want me? All of me. No holding back?”
“I think it was always supposed to be you,” she whispers, vulnerability etching her face.