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“Oh.” She pulls away, interest sparkling in her eyes. “I like that. Let me write it down.” She reaches for her notebook.
While she’s writing, I push her hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck. “There’s a piece of historic Route 66 not too far from here. Ever wanted to take a photo in front of a sixty-foot tall lit up soda bottle?”
She shakes with laughter. Best damn sound in the world.
“No, I can’t say that I have. But I’m game.”
‘Let’s do it.”
Now she’s more animated. She eagerly scoots out of my lap and rushes to her closet, searching for her riding clothes.
At least I’ve fixed things for now.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Shelby
“Shelby,” Rooster rasps against my ear. His beard tickles my shoulder and my arm twitches.
“Sleeping.” I’m plum tuckered out after our adventures along Route 66.
Rough fingers hook under the strap of my tank top, slowly dragging it down my arm. Warm lips, and the softest, sucking kisses follow.
A delightful shiver of pleasure stretches my body out, pulling me a little more from slumber.
Rooster kisses my shoulder again.
“Mmm, that’s nice.”
“I had the best dream.” His hand skims my hip, slides over my stomach and dips under my shorts.
Automatically, my body rolls to give him access. “What?” I ask.
“I had my face buried right here.” He presses his hand between my legs. “Licking your beautiful pussy like it was my last fuckin’ meal.” Every growly word stirs the desire swirling in my belly faster.
“Oh.” I’m fully awake now. I wriggle until I’m on my back.
Rooster slowly slides his hand over my ribs and cups my breast, gently teasing his thumb over my nipple. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.” I reach down, gripping his fully-hard cock through his shorts.
“No. No.” He attempts to shift away. “Not yet.”
I squeeze a little harder and he groans. “Bad girl.”
“Very, very bad,” I agree.
He shoves my shirt out of his way. I sit up enough to take it off, tucking it under my pillow.
“Good girl.” He slides his hot, wet tongue over one nipple, stopping to suck it into his mouth.
“Oh,” I gasp. My hips jerk.
“Shhh,” Rooster whispers in my ear. “Can you be quiet for me?”
“I’m trying.”
We both listen for a few seconds, staring in the direction of Jiggy’s section. No sounds or movement.
Rooster tucks the sheet around me before dropping kisses along my jaw and over my chest. Slowly, he eases his big body down the bed, under the sheet, stopping to suck and kiss each nipple. He moves lower, tickling my belly with his beard. A giggle bursts out of me.
I clap one hand over my mouth. Good thing. More laughter bubbles up as he dips his tongue in my belly button before moving lower.
I grip the sheet, tenting it enough to peer into the darkness. “You’re going to suffocate under there,” I whisper.
Instead of answering, he pushes my thighs apart and nuzzles my center. He kisses and nips my inner thigh.
All the tickling, shivery sensations swirling together leave me breathless with anticipation.
He slides his fingers over the thin strip of cotton still covering me. Up and down, slowly increasing the pressure with each pass. Part of me wants to scream at him to rip off my panties and touch me. The rest of me is enjoying this way too much to make demands. He stops the maddening strokes and concentrates all his attention on using two fingers to trace circles over my clit.
I’m on the verge of begging when he finally pushes the material aside and brushes his knuckles against my slick flesh.
My hips jerk from the contact. A low, growling noise of approval rumbles against my thigh. I’m so worked up, so on the edge.
I want to sob with relief when he hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags them down my legs, tossing them somewhere. I don’t even care where they end up.
One big, warm hand parts my lips. An exquisite exploratory lick.
I sigh and relax into the pillow.
He drags his tongue over my flesh again and again. Harder, more intentional licks. Sensation sizzles through my belly. My back bows.
“Oh shit!” I gasp.
“Shhh,” he reminds me.
I bite one fist. My other hand curls into his hair, pushing his head back in place. He laughs softly before diving in again. Feasting. No hesitation. All I can do is hold on tight while he drives me into a frenzy of desire.
A warbled moan passes my lips when he flattens his tongue against my clit, licking and teasing until I’m thrashing on the bed. My fists curl tight, twisting the sheets.
He drives a finger deep, stopping to rub the sensitive spot inside me.
I let out a low moan.
He spreads his free hand over my lower stomach, pressing down with firm but gentle pressure. Desperately, I reach for him and tug on his hair.
“I can’t.” My whisper fades to an urgent moan.
