“Christ, Amelia. You’ve made your fucking point.”
I give him a wicked grin because it’s unbelievably hot that he’s so desperate for me.It’s only sex.But I’m not interested in listening to my common sense right now.
“Safe sex isn’t apoint.”
He bares his teeth and in the dim light looks feral and dangerous, like a werewolf about to shift. “Open. Up.” It’s not a request.
A shiver races through me, and it’s got nothing to do with the chilly winter breeze. I wrap my hand around him, at least as far as I can manage, so there’s no chance of him going deeper than I’m ready for, and inch him into my mouth.
His growl of satisfaction makes my nipples throb and pussy quiver, which is another first. I close my eyes and suck hard, flicking my tongue against his rigid length as though I’m a pro at it, instead of relying on a really good memory and vivid imagination.
“You look even hotter with my dick in your mouth than I imagined.” His thrusts become harder, and I’m loving it, not least because his raw comment is burning me up inside. My hand slowly slides down his cock to his balls, allowing him more access, and he takes instant advantage.
It’s almost too much. I can’t pull back because he’s holding me at just the right angle so he canfuck my pretty mouth. Lust washes through me as his voice echoes around my mind. I might’ve done oral on my couple of boyfriends in the past, but they never took me like this, wild and demanding and without askingyou sure you’re okay?
I can’t breathe, can’t move, and just when I start to panic that my jaw’s going to dislocate, he goes rigid and pumps himself into me.
Never ending. My fingers slacken, but he still hasn’t finished, and I’m vaguely relieved I didn’t have to swallow it all. I’d drown. The terrible urge to giggle bubbles up from deep inside, which makes me gag.
His death grip in my hair relaxes, and he withdraws. My mouth feels swollen and strange, and I can’t quite shut it yet. He’s looking down at me and I can’t figure out his expression, but he sure doesn’t look as though he’s had enough.
“Baby, you give great head.” He strokes my cheek in an oddly tender gesture and I shrug, since I’m not sure my voice is working properly yet. “Guess it was worth waiting for.”
A cold splash lands on the end of my nose, followed by more in quick succession on my cheeks and eyes. I blink the raindrops away and test out my tongue. “Wow. You sure know how to compliment a girl.”
He laughs and hauls me to my feet, and I cling onto him like an idiot, as though this is more than just a hookup in a side alley. Doesn’t make any difference. I can’t tear my fingers from his cut, and he doesn’t appear to mind.
“Only one thing could’ve made it better. If you’d swallowed my load.”
“Yeah, right. Keep on dreaming.”
The sky opens, and the rain comes down in a torrent, taking the rest of my comment with it. Gage slings his arm around my shoulders and we run for the door, but by the time we get inside I’m drenched.
Not that I care. He made me a promise tonight, and while I’m still not totally on board with it, his words are scorching my brain.
I’m taking your tight ass and making it mine.
Chapter Nine
Gage
I lock the door and turn to Amelia. Her hair’s soaked, she looks like she’s entered a wet T-shirt contest, and damn if my dick doesn’t want more of her mouth right now.
“I’m soaked,” she says, unnecessarily. She glances down at herself, and her smile vanishes. “Oh myGod. My tights areruined.”
She sounds like that’s a bad thing. “What’s the problem? Who’s gonna see?” She sure as hell isn’t going back into the bar looking like that. The only place she’s going is into my bed.
“Everyone.” She sounds mortified as she plucks at the ripped material, as if that’s going to magically make the holes disappear. “They’ll all know what we’ve just done.”
I’ve lost count of the number of girls who’ve given me head and don’t give a shit who knows about it, either during the act or right afterward. Hell, some of them seem to think it’s a badge of honor, the way they brag about how many of the brothers they’ve had. It’s kind of funny that Amelia’s so worked up about it. Especially since I’ve no intention of allowing anyone to see her while she looks so unbelievably fuckable.
“Hey, Gage.” Dani, one of the chicks who’s worked here for over a year, pushes open the door from the bar. I turn around, making sure I’m shielding Amelia. “Ready to lock up?’
“Sure. I’ll be right out.”
Dani nods and the door swings shut behind her, and Amelia lets out a loud sigh of relief. “I can’t believe I justdidthat.”
I don’t have time to discuss it, but I can’t leave. “Believe it, baby. You were amazing.”
