“Say my name,” I whisper, slowing my thrusts just enough to feel her soft, wet heat clench around my dick. “Let me see it on your pretty little mouth.”
“Jude,” she breathes, her lips making that oh-so-perfect pout, and then I’ve got my tongue between her thighs again and I’m sliding back inside her and she’s gone, just fucking gone, coming with a shudder so intense it makes her teeth chatter, her whole body vibrating and dragging me right down with her.
The hot tingling starts in my balls, spiraling out until I’m trembling with the force of it, coming inside her as she grips my horns and bucks her hips and says my name over and over with the softest little moans until I’m finally spent and panting.
I lower her leg from over my shoulder and collapse on top of her, breathing in the scent of her skin, her sweat, her hot breath stirring my hair.
I’d stay here all night if I could, but I don’t want to smother the poor thing, so I shift back to give her some room and drag my mouth back down to my favorite spot. She’s hot and wet and filthy because of me, andfuck, I can’t get enough…
“I’m addicted to you, scarecrow. Getting to be a real problem, that. Tell you the truth, if I could suck my own cock, I’d do it just to get one more taste of this divine little cunt.” I swirl my tongue around her sensitive clit, making her gasp and shudder all over again. “Do you remember what I told you about sleeping arrangements?”
Smiling, she says, “You wanted me in your bed. But we were already in Auggie’s room last night and the sun was coming up and I just sort of… passed out.”
“I know,” I say softly. “And I let you stay put because you were all worn out and needed the rest, butthatwas a one-time concession. I want you inmybed this morning. Naked. Wet. Touching yourself while you think of me.” Kissing my way back up to her ear, I nip her earlobe and whisper, “I want you making such a fine mess in my sheets that when the sun sets and I come down from the rooftop to fuck you awake, your scent iseverywhere. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I slide my mouth to hers, capturing that smile with a kiss. Doesn’t last long though—interrupted by a rude string of curses from across the kitchen. We turn our heads—Westlyn gasping, me grinning—to see Draegan looming in the entryway, doing his best to appear even more smug and pissed off than usual.
But if the sudden bulge beneath his loincloth isn’t already a dead giveaway, that look in his eyes sure is.
He’s not mad. He’s flustered and hot and turned on beyond reason, and if he wasn’t so busy trying to maintain his semblance of control, he might actually have a little fun once in a while.
“Why hello, Draegan,” I say while the poor girl turns red beneath me. “Fancy a bite to eat?”
Chapter Eleven
DRAEGAN
“It’s not enough to request her scent on your sheets? You need it all over the kitchen table as well? Fucking Jude.” I stalk past the pair on my way to the coffeemaker, then change my mind and go for the new bottle of cognac I stashed in the pantry instead. It’s the equivalent of day drinking, but the way this night is starting? I fucking need it.
“Draegan,” Jude says, grinning up at me with his glistening mouth, not bothering to climb off the girl he so clearly just feasted upon. “Is that any way to speak to my dining companion?”
Naked beneath him, Westlyn covers her face, muttering something about not wanting to get caught after all.
“Too late for regrets now, Miss Avery,” I say. “That particular bell cannot be un-rung. Youcan, however, put your clothes back on. In fact, I insist.”
Keeping his wild eyes locked on mine, Jude slides off and gets to his feet, offering a hand to help her off the table.
She hops down and scrambles to put on her sweatshirt and shorts. Where her undergarments ended up is a mystery I won’t be solving anytime soon.
I down the first shot, then tip my empty glass toward the desecrated table. “That table is an original antique farmhouse piece hand-crafted in the eighteen hundreds.”
“Ah! That explains why it’s so sturdy.” Jude pounds a fist on the table, then grips the edge and gives it a good shake. “Times like this, you really appreciate the craftsmanship of a thing. Think the Ikea version could take a pounding like that?”
I pour another drink and lift it to my lips. “Didn’t think Miss Avery could either,” I mutter into the glass.
“Watch your tone, Draegan,” Jude says. He’s still smiling, but the threat in his eyes is clear.
“My apologies.” I down the drink and glare right back at him. Five minutes in the same room, and I’m already exhausted by his antics. “Now if you don’t mind, Jude, I’ve got a few things to discuss with Miss Avery. Privately.”
“Wait, you’re talking to me now?” she asks. “After dropping me on my ass and slamming the door in my face last night?”
“It would seem so, yes.”
“You’re not going to pick me up and throw me out in the yard, are you?”
“Not if you behave yourself.”
“And if I don’t?” She folds her arms over her chest, eyes blazing, the momentary embarrassment she suffered suddenly vanishing. “Because let’s face it,DaddyDrae, you’ve got a lot of rules and regulations lately. Kinda hard for a girl to keep track.”
