Taming My Whiskey

by Melissa Foster

  “I think we’re both done playing games, Dix.”

  The smile curving her lips sliced through the last of his remaining tethers. His mouth came down hungrily over hers, taking without hesitation. She kissed him feverishly, their tongues battling for dominance, teeth gnashing.

  God, her mouth…

  It was heaven and hell, luscious and hot and so fucking talented he wanted to feel it on every inch of his flesh. Hell, he wanted to strip them both bare so they could explore each other’s bodies until they knew every inch by heart. He leaned in, taking the kiss deeper, and knocked a glass with his elbow. He tore his mouth away and ground out, “Shit,” as he slapped napkins over the spill.

  He’d completely lost his mind, forgotten they were sitting in a bar. Dixie’s skin was flushed, her eyes piercing through his thoughts, begging for more. He recaptured her mouth for one last taste, kissing her for so long, he caught himself getting lost in her again and reluctantly pulled away. He took out his wallet, slapped enough money on the table to pay the whole fucking staff, and climbed from the booth. His entire body throbbed as he pulled Dixie to her feet, taking her in another passionate kiss. Fuck. He didn’t want to break away even for a second, but they had to get out of there.

  “Let’s go.” He tucked her tight against his side, plowing through the crowd and out the front door, kissing her again the minute they were outside and breaking away only long enough to hail a cab.

  He gave the driver his address, and in the next breath he lifted Dixie onto his lap, her knees straddling his hips, and ground out, “Fucking Whiskey fever.”

  Their mouths crashed together, their hips grinding hard and fast. He pushed his hands beneath her skirt, clutching her ass with one hand, forcing more pressure where they both needed it most. He fisted his other hand in her hair, tugging her head to the side so he could feast on her neck. She gyrated harder with every suck, moaned with every slick of his tongue. He was this close to fucking her when the cab pulled over in front of his building.

  He quickly paid the driver, and they stumbled onto the sidewalk kissing as they made their way into the building and onto the elevator. He grabbed her hands, pinning them beside her head as the elevator doors closed. He wedged himself between her legs, ravaging her mouth. When the elevator doors opened, they stumbled into the apartment in a tangle of frantic kisses and greedy gropes. He fumbled with the zipper on the back of her skirt, got frustrated, and ripped the seam to shreds.

  Dixie’s eyes widened. “I loved that outfit,” she said as she tugged at the button of his jeans.

  “I’ll give you ten more. I’ve been dying to do this all fucking night.” He grabbed both sides of her lace shirt and shredded that, too, leaving her bare, save for her panties and boots. Ink snaked around her arms, down her ribs, and along her upper thighs. She wasn’t just a beauty or a princess. She was a fucking queen.

  In the next second, he rid her of those sexy panties, baring the manicured tuft of soft red curls he’d enjoyed last night. She boldly watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet and tore it open with his teeth. He shoved his jeans and briefs down to his knees, and she licked her lips like the sexy minx she was, reaching out to cup his balls as he sheathed himself, drawing a groan from someplace deep inside him. In one swift move, he lifted her into his arms, and her long legs wrapped around him as he entered her in one hard thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into him.

  He stilled, hating himself for being too greedy. “Too much?”

  “Hell no,” she panted out. “Harder.”

  He drove into her hard and fast. She grabbed his head, feasting on his mouth, unleashing the animal in him. He clutched her ass and used the wall for leverage as he pounded into her. She was so tight and so hot, he was sure the latex would melt right off. Her nails cut into his scalp and her legs squeezed tighter, sending bolts of heat spiking down his spine. He pumped faster, and her mouth left his as her body clamped down on his cock.

  “Jace! Oh God, Ja—”

  She clung to him, her sex clenching, her hips bucking wildly. He struggled to keep from coming with her, gritting his teeth. When her head fell beside his as she came down from the peak, he wasn’t even close to done. He kicked off his boots and used his legs to shove off his jeans and briefs. Still buried deep inside her, he carried her to the couch and lowered them both to the cushions. Her hair fanned out around her beautiful face. Her eyes were at half-mast, her lips swollen from their kisses. Her cheeks were pink from the scratch of his beard. She smiled up at him as they found their rhythm, and his heart stumbled. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her rougher, more demandingly, trying to chase away the unfamiliar emotions and replace them with pure, unadulterated lust. She wound her legs around him again, allowing him to take her deeper, and when she bit down on his shoulder, her body clenching and thrusting, holy hell…

  He found nirvana.

  And he was in no hurry to leave.

  He reached over his shoulder and tugged his T-shirt off, dropping it to the floor. Then he pulled off her boots, only to find pink socks with red hearts on them, each heart pierced by a tiny black dagger. If that wasn’t the most adorably sexy thing he’d ever seen…and maybe the saddest. He hated the idea of Dixie’s heart being pierced.

  Then again, knowing Dixie, it was her dagger and someone else’s heart.

  And that was hot.

  “Make fun of my socks and I’ll castrate you,” she said as he pulled them off her feet.

  He couldn’t resist getting a rise out of her and said, “I want to take a peek in your lingerie drawer, see what you’re into.”

  “Right now I’m into you, so get busy.”

  He chuckled, loving how ballsy she was, and he wanted—needed—more of her, to see all of her. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over, so she was straddling him, her gorgeous breasts there for the taking. He filled his palm, teasing the taut peak as her eyes swept over the ink on the right side of his chest and followed it down his ribs. When he slipped his other hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, she moaned, moving deliciously along his hard length. Her eyes closed, and she grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, arching as she rode his cock.

  “That’s my girl. Come for me again.”

  “God, Jace,” she said breathily.

  He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezing just hard enough to feel her sex clench. She moaned as he quickened his efforts with his other hand, pumping his hips faster, until her whole body went rigid and his name sailed from her lips like a curse. She came hard, her body thrusting violently. He rose to a sitting position, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss, her sounds filling his lungs as they rode out her pleasure.

  When she collapsed against him, her head on his shoulder, she panted out, “Don’t move. I’m too sensitive.”

  “Toughen up, kitten. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

  He shifted her beneath him again and traveled down her body, in need of a feast. And feast he did, sending her soaring again. But before she came down from the peak, he moved up her body, capturing her pleading mouth as he drove into her, pouring all his pent-up desire into their connection. Heat and pressure spread down his limbs, through his chest, pooling and throbbing in his balls. When he felt her muscles flex and her body tremble, he gave her all he had, sending them both spiraling over the edge of ecstasy. His head spun as his climax tore through him, and he roared out her name, feeling like his come had erupted from his bones.

  He cradled her beneath him, their hearts hammering, both of them breathless and shaky. They lay tangled together until they came back down to earth. Then he kissed her softly and went to take care of the condom. When he returned, his breath caught in his throat. Dixie lay naked on his couch, one arm arced over her head, one knee bent, eyes closed, a sated smile on her lips. She looked like a work of art. He wanted her in his bed, where he could hold her, safe and comfortable, all night long. He scooped her off the couc
h, half expecting her to bite his head off for doing so, but she remained soft in his arms as he carried her toward the stairs.

  “Look at you, going all romantic on me,” she said, her arms circling his neck.

  He carried her upstairs. She felt so perfect and right, like it was exactly where she belonged. The rush of emotions freaked him out a little, so he tried to deny them and said, “You call it romantic. I call it selfish. I want you in my bed so I can take you again as soon as I recover.”

  He lay her in his bed and climbed in behind her, drawing her into the crook of his body. She snuggled against him. Her soft bottom pressed against his hips, making him hard again. His appetite for her was insatiable, but she was exhausted. The urge to take care of her overrode his greedy desires. She made a sweet sound as she drifted off to sleep. He listened to the rhythm of her breathing, memorizing the feel of her cradled within his arms and body, telling himself there would be no broken hearts because they were both on the same page.

  A thick feeling settled in his chest, and he wondered when he’d become such a good liar.

  Chapter Eleven

  DIXIE AWOKE TO the sound of Jace’s hushed voice. He was sitting on the edge of the bed naked, elbows on his knees, talking on the phone. His hair was tousled, revealing a mass of thick curls. Tattoos covered the top of his broad back. The intricate designs trailed down his lats, enhancing the way his body tapered into a sexy vee at his waist. She’d already had more sex in the last few days than she’d had in the last few years, and she was looking forward to getting enough to hold her over for several more. She got up on all fours, feeling the remnants of their wild, sexy night all over. Her inner thighs felt like she’d spent hours using an abductor machine. Jace Stone, the fun abductor, she mused as she crawled over to him. Her fingers and arms hurt from holding on to him so tightly. Even her jaw was achy from the intensity of their kisses. She cherished each and every one of those pains as she ran her fingers down Jace’s arms and kissed the crescent-shaped marks and thin gashes her fingernails had left on the hard ridges of his shoulders and back.

  She craved seconds. Or more accurately, fifths or sixths. She’d lost count after they’d woken in the middle of the night unable to keep their hands off each other.

  Jace turned his head, eyeing her appreciatively. His forehead rested on his palm, his fingers buried in those thick curls. “That sounds great,” he said into the phone.

  She reached between his legs, fisting his cock. It swelled in her hand, and his jaw clenched. She began stroking him, kissing a path up the back of his neck. She loved feeling his muscles tense, knowing she was driving him crazy.

  “We’ll look them over and give you a call back,” he said roughly, sitting up straighter and turning toward her.

  She went up on her knees, brushing her breasts over his beard. He swept his arm around her and grabbed her ass. The restraint in his eyes drove her wild. She decided to make him just as crazy and caressed her breasts seductively. She bit her lower lip as she moved one hand between her legs, spreading her knees wide.

  “Yeah,” he said curtly into the phone, a warning blaring from his eyes.

  She wasn’t about to heed that warning when she was having fun watching him squirm. Holding his gaze, she sucked her index finger into her mouth, drawing it out slowly, and slipped it between her legs, making hushed pleasure-filled sounds. She pinched her nipple, moaning seductively, and pumped her hips. She could straddle him or drop to her knees in front of him and take him in her mouth. Both of those thoughts made her even wetter, but neither would elicit the response that teasing him was getting. Nothing was more exciting than seeing all his powerful muscles bulging with restraint and flames practically shooting from his eyes.

  She dragged her finger, wet with her arousal, over his lips.

  He grabbed her wrist, speaking through gritted teeth as he said, “Hawk, I gotta go. I’ll get back to you by ten.”

  He ended the call, dropped the phone on the nightstand, and growled as he tackled her to the bed. She laughed, squirming beneath him as he straddled her torso. His eyes were dark as night as he fisted his cock.

  She was wrong.

  The sight of his big hand wrapped around that magical beast was hotter than anything she’d ever seen.

  “You want to play, kitten?” he asked as he stroked his shaft.

  She lifted her hips, excitement beating inside her like a base drum. “I want to watch you play.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Why would I do that when a much sweeter option is lying beneath me, wet and ready?”

  “Because I want to see you do it.” She could hardly believe she was asking him to touch himself, but there was no time for holding back. She knew the score. Once she stepped on the plane tomorrow morning, that was it. They were done. She’d given herself permission to ask for everything—and she was damn well going to get it.

  “Sorry, kitten,” he said as he climbed off her.

  Had she turned him off? Disappointment crashed over her.

  “There’s only one way that’s happening.” He lifted her hand from the mattress and guided it between her legs as he shifted on the mattress and lowered himself onto his side, facing her with his head by her legs and his cock right in front of her mouth. “I stroke, you suck. I eat, you tease.”

  His mouth was on her sex even before her yes had fully left her lips. Holy mother of all things delicious. He stroked his cock as he fucked her mouth, and she teased herself between her legs as he pleasured her with his other hand and his talented tongue. She was swept away by the intensity of every sensation, sucking and licking as his cock pushed in and out of her mouth, rocking her hips as his tongue swept over her fingers and into her sex. It was almost too much to bear. Heat and lust consumed her, pounding and mounting inside her until she cried out around his cock as she came. When her orgasm started to ease, he amped up his efforts, sending her up to the peak again. As if that were too much for him to bear, he drew his hips back, fucking his fist with only the head of his cock in her mouth, quickly finding his own powerful release.

  They lay on their backs for a long time, head to feet, trying to recover. Jace pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot, her ankle, shin, and knee. She felt a tug in her chest as he worked his way up her hip and ribs. These tender kisses were so different from the way he took and demanded. She had a feeling she was getting a glimpse of a secret side of him he didn’t let many people see. Did he let anyone? Or was she special? She was good at lying to herself, but not that good. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, and then sank his teeth into her earlobe, just hard enough to make her body flood with heat.

  She must be crazy, giving herself so freely to the only man she’d ever really wanted when she knew it was only temporary. At this rate she was going to break her own heart.

  He gathered her in his arms, turning her toward him, and pressed his lips to hers.

  “You surprised me, kitten.”

  She’d secretly become fond of the endearment that had previously grated on her nerves, which was weird because she hated endearments. That was enough of a red flag for her to dig her heels in and try to stop herself from falling any harder. She knew she had to pull out the tough-girl guns and said, “I’m nobody’s pussy.”

  His brows slanted. “Jesus, Dix. Give me some credit. I don’t talk like that, and I didn’t mean it like that. I would never disrespect you in that way.”

  Her heart squeezed, and she felt a little guilty, but she had to get her head on straighter. “I know. Sorry. I guess it’s my turn to have stuff going on in my head.” He still had that serious, upset look on his face, so she tried to change the subject. “What did Hawk say? Do we have a lot of reshoots today?”

  “No, actually. Just the opposite. He doesn’t think we need to reshoot any of the pictures. He’s sending a contact sheet for us to look at so we can make that decision.”

  “Are you kidding? Wow, that’s good, right?”

  “It’s awesome. I told you you’d
be perfect for the shoot. We’ll look over the pictures, and if they’re good, then you’re done. You nailed it.”

  Her heart sank. You’re done. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, she sat up, pulling the sheet over her nakedness, and reached for her phone. “I guess I should see about changing my flight.”

  He covered her hand with his, lowering the phone to her lap, and said, “Slow down there, kit—tiger. We still need to check out the pictures.”

  She had to smile at tiger, but her amusement faded with the realization that she might be leaving to go home today instead of tomorrow.

  He brushed his fingers over her hand and said, “I was thinking that if we don’t have to reshoot any of the pictures, I could show you around the city, take you for a ride on one of the Legacy bikes.”

  “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” she said tentatively, trying to protect herself from falling any harder for him.

  He kissed her shoulder, and in a softer tone, he said, “Selfishly, I think it’s an excellent idea. But even if it were a bad idea, when has that ever scared you out of doing something?”

  She loved the way he got her. He embraced her snark and toughness, challenged her at times when most men would back down. She wasn’t ready to give that up just yet.

  “What do you say, Dix? Nobody’s expecting you back until tomorrow. It’s not like you’re taking advantage of anyone.” He leaned closer and said, “But if you play your cards right, I’ll let you take advantage of me.” He traced the lines of her tattoo on her forearm. “I was also thinking about how much I’d like to get my ink in you.”

  “Is that a weird octopus metaphor?”

  “Ink, Dixie. You know I’m a tattooist, right?”

  She’d forgotten. “I think I remember hearing that at some point. Do you tattoo all the women you sleep with? Brand them with Jace was here?”

  He ran his hand down her thigh and said, “I don’t sleep with women. I fuck, hook up, or whatever you want to call it, but I don’t sleep with them.” He pushed from the bed and pulled her to her feet, holding her against him. “Forget I said anything. I’m hitting the shower. Want to come?” He arched a brow when he said come.