“Don't use it everywhere. Not yet. I'm not done being Striker. Just you, Doc and Prez know it. You’re not the only one who’s got people looking for them.”
She nods, her eyes wide.
“Prez saved my life. After a few years, we put the down payment on the bar. He said a man who runs a bar is too busy to risk going back in the ring to get killed for a paycheck. He was right. I haven't taken a hit for money in eight years and I’m not going to.”
Looking at her over the rim of my cup, I let that sit.
“I'm telling you all of this so you know what kind of man you’re saying yes to.”
Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.
“Yes.”
I slide the leather jacket off her shoulders. The blue silk shirt is underneath. Her chest rises under my knuckles every time I move down to the next button. By the time I get to the last one her mouth is open, eyes on mine, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
I open the shirt and take it off. She reaches back and unhooks her bra, her eyes never leaving mine.
She has full, soft tits with nipples that are tight pink points already. I cup them in my hands, bending my head and take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck. She arches off the blanket and grabs the back of my head with both hands and moans. I work her with my tongue, slow, then harder, scraping with my teeth just enough to make her gasp. Her hips are rocking up off the blanket against the front of my jeans without her thinking about it. I move to the other side, taking my time.
I sit up enough to drag my t-shirt over my head. Her palms find my scars; the long one across my pec and the shorter one on my side from a knife I didn't get out of the way of fast enough.The puckered one low on my stomach. Then she pushes herself up onto her elbows and presses her mouth to each one.
I close my eyes and groan. “Princess.”
“Mmhmm?”
“Do that again and I am not going to make it ten more seconds.”
She laughs and does it again.
“Fuck.”
I haul her up by her shoulders and crash my mouth back onto hers, hard, laying her back. My fingers scrabble to unbutton her jeans.
She lies back on the blanket in nothing but a pair of plain cotton panties that are wet through where she's been pressed against me. There’s a dark patch right at the front where she's soaked through. I get one finger under the waistband and pull them down her legs, slowly.
“Fuck. Princess. Look at you.”
“Reed…”
I get down between her thighs, pushing them open with my shoulders. I look at her. Curvy and pink and so damn wet for me.
“You are so fucking beautiful…”
She moans as I get my mouth on her. The first taste of her hits me as I work her with my tongue. I find the spot that makes her thighs tighten around my ears and stay there. I lick and suck, closing my lips around her clit and she cries out, grabbing at the blanket above her head with both hands. I slide two fingers inside her and curl them up and work my tongue against her clit at the same time, and I do not let up.
“Please…”
“Princess. You're going to come on my mouth before you come on my cock. That's an order. Stop arguing.”
She makes a noise that might be a curse as I keep going. The moment her body goes tense and still is perfect. She comes hardon my mouth with my fingers buried in her, her thighs locking around my head, saying my name on a long exhale, and I keep working her through it
I sit up between her knees and get my belt off. I get the jeans off in one move, and she sees me for the first time, her eyes widening.
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah.”
“That's huge…”
