Chapter Fourteen
“Where exactly is this place?” She scanned the area. This was a side of Texas she didn’t even know existed.
They had stopped by his condo and grabbed their stuff before heading out to his friend’s place.
After their interlude in the bathroom she made a point of not leaving the conference room for the rest of the afternoon.
The mere sound of Stone’s voice through the walls made her face burn like a fire.
Luckily, she didn’t run into him or T. Even Corissa had gone for the day when they left the office.
She would worry about tomorrow another time.
“I thought you were from around here? Don’t tell me you believe Texas is just oil field, ranches, and tall skyscrapers.”
“And football.”
Bogs chuckled. “We’re close. From the directions my buddy gave me, it should be around the bend at the end of the street.”
She picked it out as soon as they rounded the corner. At the end of the road was a house, beautiful and obviously unfinished. The construction materials lay on the side covered in a blue tarp. A beat-up red pickup was in the driveway. Bogs pulled in next to it.
“This is where we are sleeping?” Kenzie sat further up in her seat looking up at the large framed house.
“Jonah said it’s got a room set up, and there’s water and heat. May not be the Ritz, but it’ll do.” Bogs opened the door and got out. Kenzie did the same and followed him up the path of wood boards that lay in front of the porch.
She hadn’t heard the door open but when she looked up a man was standing on the small porch. Damn.
“Was worried you wouldn’t find it.” His voice was deep and gravelly. It suited him perfectly.
“Don’t insult me, man, I can find anything.” Bogs reached out, taking the man’s hand for a shake. He turned around as he slapped the man’s back.
“Jonah, this is Kenzie, my girl on the run. Kenzie, this is Jonah, harborer of Houston’s most wanted.”
Jonah chuckled. His hand engulfed hers reminding her that his size almost doubled hers. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too. Thanks for this, I appreciate your help.”
He nodded, releasing her hand, stepping back.
It gave her an unobstructed view of the man.
He was handsome but in a harsh, rugged way.
His jaw was squared with high cheekbones, and the palest green eyes that somehow popped against his naturally tan skin.
And he was huge. He must have stood at least six four, maybe six five.
His long-sleeved shirt and beat up jeans covered most of his body but she could tell he was built.
“Come on in, I’ll show around. Hope you weren’t expecting too much.”
“As long as it’s got a bed, we’re golden.”
Kenzie gasped. “Bogs.” Of course, his mind would go to sex, but why did he have to say that in front of Jonah. Was nothing sacred with this man? She glared at him.
Bogs smirked and cocked his brow. “For sleeping, as long as we have a bed for sleeping. That’s what I was thinking.” He glanced over at Jonah, who was holding back a smile of his own. “What were you thinking, pretty girl?”
She squinted her eyes. It wasn’t his fault it was her mind that went to him insinuating sex. She glanced away taking great interest in the mud on the ground.
“Come on,” Jonah said, being a gentleman and not making her suffer any longer through her embarrassment. She followed behind as Jonah then Bogs walked through the front door.
Jonah explained how the house was a month or two away from completion.
Most rooms had been framed out, some walls had even been put up, but for the most part the only livable areas were the bathroom and bedroom upstairs.
The large open living room had a couch that had seen better days, and a television set up on a pop-up table.
“Sometimes, I work late so I set it up so I can spend the night or two.” They walked through the large room as Jonah explained the layout. She heard him but she was mainly focused on the size of the house and how beautiful it would be when it was finished.
“There’s a mini fridge you’re welcome to use, and I think there’s at least two towels in the bathroom. Other than that, it’s pretty much bare bones.”
“It’s perfect, man. I appreciate you doing this for me.”
“Anything, brother, you know that.”
Kenzie jerked her head to the men standing a few feet away. Jonah’s words caught her attention and she watched them. It wasn’t so much what he said but how he said it. It was a declaration. There was history there.
The men walked back into the large room and Jonah smiled at her. He had a great smile, wide with gleaming white teeth, and it was friendly. A nice contrast on his hard face.
“Nice to meet ya, Kenzie.”
“Thanks, again.”
He nodded then shook Bogs’ hand and was out the door.
She turned back to Bogs. “Now what?”
His eyes narrowed and he stalked to her. “I think you know what comes next.”
She did. With his predatory stare, she could feel her panties dampening. This situation should have her in fear, with sex being the last thing on her mind. Not with Bogs though. She stepped back which had him cock his head to the side before he charged.
He grabbed her waist, hoisting her legs around his waist and kissed her with such ferocious desire she was digging her hands into his shoulders and yanking on his shirt. She was completely lost in their kiss.
She felt the sweep of his steps. He was taking her upstairs. Her eyes remained closed, so into their kiss she didn’t even realize they made it into the bedroom until she was dropped and bounced on the mattress.
She giggled but hushed when he stood at the edge of the bed stripping off his clothes.
This wouldn’t be long with much foreplay, not that she needed it.
The only thing she needed was him. Inside her.
She tugged her shirt from the waist of her jeans and pulled it over her head.
Quickly, she unclasped her bra, tossing it onto the floor next to her.
Bogs had been quicker than her and was coming at her fully naked. She licked her lips and could swear she heard a growl so she did it again. His growl grew louder as he gripped her jeans, pulling them down her legs taking her panties with them.
She leaned back against the bed as he rushed to her and lay flat against her body, his cock, fitting snuggly against her core between her legs. She moaned as he rocked his hips and the head of his dick rubbed against her clit. Her hands dug into his back wanting him closer.
She brushed her face against his neck, inhaling his scent of musky pine.
It comforted her, everything about Bogs did.
There was security in his words, in his actions, even in the way he smelled.
His retreating body had her grip around his back tighten, she didn’t want to lose the warmth of his body.
A masculine chuckle vibrated against her chest as he leaned back, taking hold of her wrists and lifting them over her head. Her fingers tangled with the rods of the headboard.
“Hold on, pretty girl.” He winked and slowly slithered down her body. She could not look away, and her legs twisted in anticipation.
She tightened her grip on the barred headboard.
The breeze from the ceiling fan above was sending shivers over her skin in a light sensual tease.
A moan slipped passed her lips. She didn’t know if her beaded nipples were a result or if it was from the menacing tongue lashing Bogs was giving her clit, either way they were hard and almost painful.
Through her hooded eyes, she watched his eyes close and his mouth devour her pussy.
She wiggled against his mouth, pulling away from his assault.
His tongue flicked over her sensitive nub and she gasped.
Her head dug deep into the pillow trying to control her breathing but she felt the onset of her orgasm and her heart beat faster at the anticipation.
His fingers curled into her hips to keep her in place.
This man was a god with his friggin’ tongue.
His tongue laved over her clit, then circled, making her orgasm slow and drawn out. Her heels dug into the mattress. Her toes curled and she moaned while cocking her hips into his greedy mouth. She came hard jolting her body forward and moaning through pursed lips.
He licked over her sensitive bead. The tremors from her body had her pulling away. It was too much. “Stop, stop, please,” she begged.
A low chuckle had her smiling. This man. Damn, she might die from pleasure. Was that even possible? She squirmed under his lips as he made his way up her stomach. Her breast tingled when his wet warm mouth covered her nipple.
She drove her hands through his hair. She loved his hair, velvety and messy.
His teasing tongue was setting her up for another orgasm if he didn’t stop.
She wasn’t quite sure if it was possible to come from nipple play but if there was a man up to the task, it was definitely Bogs. Her hips quirked up.
She had sex before but nothing like what she had with him. This was intense and needy, but in a good way. There was desperation in every kiss, like he couldn’t help himself. It was sexy the way his lips trailed a line from her breast to her neck. He had the best lips, soft and smooth.
She draped her arms around his back and let her fingers glide over his tense muscles. She could stay this way forever.
She ran her fingertips over his hips and he shuddered. She giggled.
“Are you ticklish?”
His tongue traced her earlobe, teasingly, before he sucked it into his mouth. It felt so good, she gripped his waist harder, not wanting him to stop. He yanked his body to the side confirming what she had thought.
“You are ticklish.” She immediately took advantage of this knowledge and dug her fingers into his sides. He moved over her body laughing and she wrestled him onto his back. She hooked her leg over his waist and straddled him. He was gripping her wrists when she reached his stomach.
His eyebrows arched. “Be nice.”