by Lora Leigh
Page 25
“Be sure. ” His voice was guttural. “Look around you, Kelly. Be certain of what you’re doing. There’s no turning back. Ever. ”
Dark erotic power filled his expression. His brilliant green eyes were moss-dark, his face flushed, his lips heavy with greedy hunger.
“Kiss me, Rowdy. ” She didn’t want to think about what could or would be. She wanted to feel the dreams she had known for so long. Rowdy taking her, his cousins pleasuring her.
“No,” he growled, his voice rough, his hands clamping on her wrists as her hands moved for the snap of his cutoffs. “Look around, Kelly. Look at them. Let them know they’re welcome or they leave. That simple. Your choice. ”
“That cold-blooded?” she asked nervously.
“No, dammit. ” He lifted her from him before she could do more than gasp, striding across the room before turning back to her.
“Rowdy, man, let this go,” Dawg muttered warningly as Kelly sat up on the couch.
“You make the choice,” he growled, his eyes tormented with need, with demand. “I won’t do it for you. ”
Kelly rose jerkily from the couch, her body on fire, her face flaming with anger and embarrassment, and an instinctive demand that she deny them all. She stared at the three of them, all aroused, all awaiting her decision. A decision that had nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with hunger and their dominance. They wanted her surrender, a complete surrender, and she wasn’t certain she could give it.
“All or nothing?” she questioned in reply.
“You know better than that, Kelly. ” Rowdy sliced his hand through the air with frustrated fury. “Don’t play games. ”
“So I have to say the words instead?” she asked, challenging him, facing him with the same determination that glittered in his eyes.
“Words work. ” He crossed his arms over his chest as Dawg and Natches slouched in their chairs and watched him, each wearing dark, disapproving frowns.
“Oh, I just bet they would. ” She flipped her hair from her face before propping her hands on her hips. “Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don’t I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn’t it? That way, you don’t have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?”
“Do you think for one fucking minute that they don’t know exactly who you belong to?” he questioned her with dark intent. “If I didn’t care, baby, you wouldn’t have been a virgin the other night. ”
“Says who?” she argued in amazement. “Do you really believe that all it takes is a touch from a Nauti Boy to turn any woman’s crank?” She waved her hand mockingly. “Your ego is becoming more swollen than your dick, Rowdy. ”
Wrong word. All three men seemed to tighten, straighten at the explicit word that left her lips.
“Yeah, just look at the three of you. ” She rolled her eyes in mocking amusement. “Like little boys waiting for a treat. Well, fuck that. Find someplace else to treat, because I’ll be damned if I’m still in the mood. ”
She stomped across the room, determined to reach the curving staircase that led to the upper bedroom and peace. She passed Rowdy with a disdainful little hiss, so irked and frustrated with his male, redneck attitude that she could have kicked him.
“Oh, no, you don’t. ”
She hadn’t expected him to reach for her. But even if she had, she wouldn’t have expected him to lift her so quickly into his arms before his lips slammed down on hers.
It wasn’t a romantic kiss. It wasn’t soft and delving, or deep and passionate. It was hungry demand, carnal intent. It stole resistance and replaced it with pure fiery need, and nothing less.
Before she could protest, before she even processed the information, she found her rear braced on the counter, her thighs spread, and Rowdy devouring her.
She was lost in him, helpless in his arms as usual and loving it. Her fingers speared into his hair as his lips moved over hers, his tongue a restless marauder that conquered hers with inordinate ease.
And his hands weren’t still either. Within seconds, the bikini top she wore was tossed aside, the hard tips of her breasts pressing into the fine layer of hair that covered his broad chest.
She shifted against him, her fingernails digging into his scalp as the tender, spike-hard tips burned in pleasure.
Kelly moaned at the loss as his lips pulled from hers, moving to her neck as her head fell back, the whiplash of sensations jerking her against him as his broad palms framed the tender mounds when he pulled back.
“So pretty. ” His lips were swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded and intense as they focused on the swollen curves. “You have the prettiest nipples, Kelly. As pretty pink as cotton candy. And they taste just as sweet. ”
Her gaze fell to her breasts. The light pink nipples were straining toward him, diamond-hard and desperate for his touch. No other man had touched her there. No one but Rowdy. She ached for him, needed him, belonged to him.
“I won’t stop here,” he whispered, his gaze lifting to hers. “Once I sate myself on these pretty nipples, I’m going to go lower, Kelly. I’m going to strip those damned bottoms off and spread your pretty legs. Then I’m going to lap at every sweet drop of syrup running between your thighs. Are you ready for that? And I won’t care who’s watching. ”
“God, Rowdy, I’ve dreamed of it. ” She had tossed in her lonely bed as the hunger for it kept her awake night after night.
A primal growl left his throat as his head lowered, his tongue swiping over one tender nipple before he enveloped it in his hot mouth.
His lips closed over the peak, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue curled around it. Kelly jerked violently, the pleasure so strong, so fiery that she could do nothing but cry out in response. Rowdy’s hard hands held her in place as his lips devoured her, sending her senses reeling, her pulse rocketing as sensuality wrapped around her.
She heard a male groan, but whose it was she wasn’t certain.
“They’ll just watch,” he whispered as his head lifted. “Watch me eat every perfect inch of your body this time. That’s all. No pressure, Kelly. ”
She arched toward him. She didn’t want to hear about it, she didn’t want to analyze it. She wanted to feel. She wanted each sensation to rip through her, wanted the pleasure to never end.
And he took the offering. His lips closed on the opposite peak, drawing it into his mouth and setting it aflame as he surrounded the other with his thumb and forefinger. Then, his fingers tightened.
“Rowdy!” The surprised exclamation echoed around her as the fiery lance of sensation tore through her. Not quite pain. Almost, but a fiery kind of hurt that made the pleasure hotter, sweeter.
“God, Kelly…” The rough moan was whispered between her breasts as his head moved. He was fighting for breath, his fingers working her nipple, causing her to shudder with each tug at the eager tip. She could feel the hunger blazing out of control now, the need ripping through her, hard, bright, and hotter than a living flame. And she needed more. So much more.
Kelly could feel Dawg and Natches watching as she burned in Rowdy’s arms. His lips and hands were never still, caressing over her, filling her senses with the dark taste of passion and the stinging need growing within her.
She was desperate for him. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she pressed her mound tighter against the rock-hard length of his cock. Her swollen clit was screaming for relief even as her tormented nipples begged for more.
“Come here, baby. ” Rowdy’s voice was a rough growl as he lifted her from the counter, his hands curving beneath her bottom to hold her in place against the straining length of his erection. “I’m not taking you on this counter. ”
She didn’t care where he took her, as long as he did.
“I need you. ” A whimpering cry whispered from her lips as her arms circled his sh
oulders, her lips moving to the corded strength of his neck. “Don’t make me wait again, Rowdy. I can’t wait any longer. ”
“No more waiting, baby. ” She felt him moving up the curving steps that led to the upper deck and the large bedroom. She had no idea if Dawg and Natches were following. She didn’t care if they were, or if they weren’t. Nothing mattered except Rowdy’s touch. Except touching Rowdy.
As he lowered her to the wide bed that dominated the center of the room, Kelly twisted, pressing against his broad shoulders until he lowered himself beside her, stretching out beneath her gaze.
Finesse be damned. She wasn’t experienced, he knew it and she knew it. But she was desperate to touch him, to taste him. Without thought she scrambled to his side, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other smoothing down his hard chest as her head lowered to the flat male nipples that drew her attention.
If his mouth on hers could make her weak, could she do the same to him?
“Shit! Kelly. Baby…” Maybe she could.
His hands buried in her hair, his body jerking against her as she nipped at the little discs before laving them with her tongue.
Hard, growling moans came from his chest as her hand lowered to the band of his cutoffs, her fingers tearing at the snap before he brushed her fingers away to release the material himself.
Kelly contented herself with tasting him. Both nipples, licking and nipping at them with rising pleasure before she began to move lower.
“God, Kelly. ” Rowdy tightened further as her tongue licked around his navel before heading to the length of hard flesh still covered by his cutoffs.
“I need to touch you, Rowdy,” she whispered. “Let me touch you. ” She parted the fabric, then watched as he gripped the material of the waistband in his hands and shed it with easy grace.
And there he was. Hard, thick, his cock rising along his abdomen, pulsing with life as a small bead of semen collected at the tip. Kelly licked her lips, remembering the taste of him.
She bent, reaching out with her tongue to swipe over the bulging head as she tasted him. A bit salty, bold, wild, like Rowdy. And she wanted more.
A rumbled groan came from his throat as her fingers trailed down the ridged length of his erection, curiously exploring each shift of the bulging veins until she reached the hair-roughened sac below.
“Easy, baby. ” One hand clenched in her hair as the other cupped her cheek now. “Come down slow and easy. Take me in that pretty mouth of yours. ”
The hand moved from her cheek as her lips parted. It gripped the base of the hard stalk, lifting it until the head pressed against the damp curves. Kelly whimpered at the heat and hardness before her lips opened, stretching to surround him, to take him into her mouth as her tongue flickered over the expanse of skin that she was able to reach.
“God, yes!” His hips bucked against her mouth, driving his cock in deeper as she tried to lick at each new expanse of flesh.
It stretched her lips, filled her mouth with the taste of sexual intent, a wicked, intoxicating male taste that inflamed her senses. She felt his fingers bunching in her hair as she began to slowly suck at the engorged crest.
“Oh yes, baby,” he crooned. “Your mouth is like liquid silk. ”
The sound of his voice was rough, erotic.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her as she followed the lead of his hands in her hair, her lips moving up, then down, filling her mouth with as much of his erection as possible as she suckled at the rising flesh, her tongue flickering over it.
He took one hand and caught hers, wrapping her fingers around him, high enough to keep it from going too deep into her mouth before he returned his fingers to her hair. He sifted through the strands before tangling within them and moving more firmly against her, his cock thrusting with slow, easy strokes inside her mouth.
“Damn. You’re stealing my sanity, baby,” he growled as she felt the bloated crest throb in her mouth. “There you go. Suck it nice and hard. Oh hell…” Her lips tightened on him as she lifted her eyes to see the carnal expression on his dark face.
