Chapter 11
ELEVEN
SHOTGUN
I liked that it was you.
I don’t know what that means. Jade was happy with Irish.
She didn’t want me. She didn’t yearn for me like I yearned for her.
She’s drunk and confused. Her emotions are all over the place.
And even if she wasn’t, she’s just saying that because I’m here.
She’s scared to move on. I’m a safe bet.
Like she said, we’ve seen each other at our lowest, and we’ve seen each other at our highest. There is a level of comfort between us.
“Forget I said that,” she mutters. “Actually, if you could forget this whole conversation that would be great. I’m getting my period, and I’m a horny mess when that happens.
I don’t want things to be weird between us.
” She stands, collecting the empty wine bottle.
She walks it over to the recycling bin, her shorts still riding up her ass, and a sense of panic washes over me.
I don’t want her to go.
I don’t want to forget anything about this conversation.
She comes back to where I’m sitting, and reaches for the empty wine glass.
“I’ll leave the chips and guac out in case you get hungry.
” She turns around, and steps between my legs.
The urge to grip her hips and pull her onto my laps tugs at me.
Lifting her free hand, she touches the side of my face.
It’s such a small gesture, but it packs a powerful punch.
“You know, Shotgun, it’s okay for you to move on too.
” Her eyes leave mine and she glances at the fire pit before staring back at me, her thumb gently tracing my jaw.
“He wouldn’t want you to be any more stuck than I am.
” Her hand falls away from my face, and she offers me a small smile, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Good night. I’ll see you in the morning. ”
Something inside me snaps and a low, animalistic growl surges past my lips.
She goes to step out from between my legs, but I lurch forward, grabbing the backs of her thighs.
A soft gasp escapes her as she turns her head back to me, but before she can ask me what the fuck I’m doing, I pull her onto my lap.
Her knees fold onto the chair, bracketing my thighs, and she sits back on her haunches, her eyes flickering as they search mine.
I know she’s waiting for me to say something, but everything I want to say to her right now is too fucking dangerous.
She places her hands flat against my chest and slowly inches forward until she’s close enough for me to smell the fruity remnants of wine on her breath. Then she angles her head, and I suck in a breath. Her soft lips touch mine, and everything in me ceases.
I don’t move a muscle.
I don’t kiss her back.
Hell, I don’t even think I breathe.
She blinks up at me, then goes in for another kiss, this one a little more firm. My hands move to their own accord, and I grip her hips, as her lips familiarize themselves with mine.
But I still don’t kiss her back, knowing the second I do—it’s over. I won’t be able to stop myself from exploring every inch of her.
“Kiss me,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Kiss me back, Shotgun.”
A groan sounds from the back of my throat, as my fingers dig into her hips.
Her hips rock forward, and she grinds herself against my painfully hard cock.
She moans softly, and the sound reverberates through me.
She winds her arms around my neck, angling her head as her teeth nip at my lips. “Kiss me.”
I like to think of myself as a strong man. I can handle a lot of shit, and have, but I am no match for this. My hands fly up and I frame her face, pulling away from her only slightly so I can get a good look at her.
“I don’t want to be something you regret,” I rasp.
It would kill me.
“I could never regret you,” she whispers back.
For whatever reason, I let myself believe those words, and my mouth crushes over hers. My intention to be soft and explorative fails, and the kiss becomes carnal in an instant.
Dominant and demanding.
A battle of tongues and teeth.
I can’t get enough.
Her hands circle my wrists, and she tears her mouth from mine, licking her lips as she stares at me with a befuddled expression flashing across her pretty face.
She lifts both my wrists, pressing her lips first to the scars that mark my right one, then does the same to the left.
Totally enthralled by her, I swallow thickly.
She lowers my hands, placing them directly over her tits, the thin silk of her camisole doing nothing to hide the way her nipples pebble against my palms.
She releases her hold on my wrists, bending her head to pull my lower lip between her teeth. “Touch me, Shotgun,” she mewls.
My hands close around her tits, squeezing them roughly. It’s not enough. Not for her and not for me. I pull back, my hands lowering to the hem of her camisole.
“Hands over your head,” I growl. Licking her swollen lips, she rocks her pussy over my cock seductively as she obliges, and I waste no time tearing the camisole over her head.
I toss it onto the ground and lean back against the chair, my eyes dropping to her tits.
For as many times as I’ve seen them, I’ve never had the ability to truly appreciate them.
I cup them, familiarizing myself with their weight, my thumbs stroking over her nipples, making them even harder. I pinch and twist them, enticing the sweetest noises from her. Then I inch forward and take one into my mouth.
I suck and bite, flicking my tongue over the erect bud.
Heaven.
Moving to her other breast, I apply the same attention. Jade’s fingers comb through my hair, and he holds the back of my head, her hips rocking faster. My cock throbs. My pulse races.
“That’s it, mama, take what you need. Rub that pussy all over my cock.” I growl, lapping at her nipple.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cries, her hips working wildly. I give her nipple one final suck before tearing my mouth away.
Cradling her tits, I press them together, my eyes snapping up to meet hers. “These tits are perfect. You’re perfect,” I say. “Do you hear me? Fucking perfect.”
She licks her lips but doesn’t say anything. She jumps keep a steady pace, dry humping the fuck out of me as she stares into my eyes.
“Say it,” I demand, squeezing her tits harder.
“They’re perfect,” she pants. “I’m perfect.”
“Good girl,” I praise, dropping my hands back to the armrests of the chair. I lean into her, capturing her lips with mine. My tongue pushes inside, swirling with hers. It’s a frantic kiss that I end too soon because I need more than just her mouth.
“Take your shorts off.”
It takes a second for my words to register before she scrambles off my lap.
Standing between my spread legs, she watches as I undo my belt.
Desire fills her eyes as she chews on her lips.
Her eyes never leaving the spot where my cock strains to break free.
I unzip my jeans but keep my cock in my pants.
I just press the heel of my palm against the bulge, hoping it will provide the slightest bit of relief.
Her eyes flit up to mine, and I tip my chin toward.
“Come on, mama. Lose the shorts. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
She hesitates for about a second before she slides her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, and slides them down her legs, kicking them away when they reach her ankles. My eyes trail up her legs, and I inhale a sharp breath when I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers curling around the armrests. “Spread your legs.”
She obliges, revealing more of her pussy to me.
Bare, pink, and wet.
“Touch yourself.”
She cocks her head to the side, moving her fingers between her legs. I watch as she slides hers them between her smooth flesh, her thumb stroking back and forth over her clit.
“How’s it feel?” I lift my eyes to her face. That flush in her cheeks is back, and her lips are swollen. She parts them, panting softly.
“It’d feel better if it was your cock fucking me instead of my fingers.” Her eyes spring open, and lock with mine.
Yeah, it would. But that can’t happen.
“Come here.”
Her fingers continue to work between her legs as she steps forward.
I pull her hand away, my fingers circling her wrist as she climbs back onto my lap, her legs spread wide, knees straddling my thighs.
That pretty pussy positioned perfectly over my rock-hard cock.
She sinks down, the wetness from her arousal soaking through my jeans as I lurch forward and suck her fingers into my mouth.
I knew she’d be sweet.
Didn’t know she’d taste like my favorite drug. A man could sustain solely on eating her pussy day in and day out. It’s that fucking good.
Her free hand moves between us, and she tries to pull my cock free, but I stop her, removing her fingers from my mouth. She’s about to object when I grip her hips and pull her down on my cock.
“I don’t have condoms with me, and I ain’t taking you bare.”
There are a million other reasons I can’t let it go that far, but I express none of them because deep down I know if I had a rubber, I’d already be pounding into her sweet cunt—consequences be damned.
“I don’t particularly care for condoms. I get a reaction from the latex.” She pushes her hair behind her ears, then winds her arms around my neck. “Are you clean?”
I never fuck without a condom, but I’m not taking any chances with her. It’s been a minute since I’ve gotten a test, and as much as I want to feel her pussy cum all over my cock, I ain’t risking her safety.
My fingers find her pussy, and I effectively shut her up by shoving two digits into her wet cunt. She’s warm and tight, a perfect fucking fit for my fingers, but my cock—if I ever allow it the pleasure of being buried inside her—will struggle to get all the way in.
Gonna need to work her up to it.