Whiskey Chaser (Bootleg Springs Book 1)

by Lucy Score

  I reached for the snap on my skirt, but he stopped me. “No. Leave it.” His voice was as rough as the stones under the tires.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  He showed me instead. Devlin picked me up and placed me on the tailgate, pushing my legs apart so he could stand between them. I reached for him again. His cock was hard and throbbing in my hand. Moisture pooled at the tip, and I brushed my thumb over it. He groaned his approval. I opened my legs wider and guided his wet crown between my thighs. I stroked him against me, appreciating the sweet torture of not enough.

  Devlin yanked my bra straps off my shoulders and made quick work of the front clasp. The bra fell from my breasts, and I saw the breath catch in his chest. He swallowed hard. I gripped his cock harder, and he clenched his teeth.

  “Slow it down, Scarlett.”

  I did as I was told, enjoying the novelty of not being a rebel for once.

  “Good girl,” he told me. I wanted to hear those words again and again from him.

  As my reward, he cupped my breasts, and I moaned at the contact. It felt like I’d been waiting for this forever. My nipples hardened against those big smooth palms, begging for his attention. “Oh, dang,” I whispered.

  He pulled away from me, his erection sliding out of my grip. And then his mouth was at my breast, soft lips and warm tongue gliding over the sensitive peak. He bit lightly, and I gasped, dropping my head back. I looked up at the sky.

  We were surrounded by the night. Crickets and tree frogs, the staggered blink of lightning bugs, and the whispers of wildflowers on the dark breeze. The stars dotted the dark, and the fat moon crouched over the tree line that separated us from the lake. Devlin shifted to my other breast, and I bucked against him.

  “You are killing me, Dev.”

  I wasn’t one that needed a lot of foreplay. I knew exactly what I needed to get where I wanted to go. Taking the scenic route always seemed like a bit of a waste of time. I liked to get down and dirty quickly so I could be home wrapped up in my robe eating ice cream.

  There might have been a few men who gleefully compared my attitude about sex to theirs.

  But Devlin was treating my body like a seven-course meal. Like I was something to be savored. It was freaking killing me.

  His mouth was patient, feeding on me and working my nipples into tender points until the stars swam before my eyes. When he finally pulled back, the air felt cold on the wet he’d left behind. “Take off your underwear,” he ordered quietly.

  I shifted back and shimmied out of them, and as they slid down my legs, Devlin took two of his fingers and sucked them into his mouth.

  “Yes.” I didn’t even realize I’d said the word out loud. But the cocky smirk he sent my way told me I’d moaned it. God, I loved seeing him like this.

  “Yes what?” He trailed his wet fingers up the inside of my thigh. I was shaking so hard, I needed him so much, that I couldn’t stop the tremors.

  “Yes, please,” I whispered.

  He thrust his fingers inside me, and I lost my damn mind. I grabbed for him, trying to pull him down to me so I could kiss him while I bucked my hips to ride his hand. But he held me down and methodically fingered me until I thought I’d die. I was already so close, and he still had yet to put that magnificent cock inside me. I needed it. I craved it.

  Devlin curled his fingers in me brushing some secret spot that I’d never discovered myself. I saw lightning behind my closed eyes. I was on a high wire, and I was destined to fall. “Dev. Dev. You’re making me—” I lost my ability to form coherent words when the orgasm slammed into me. I felt my walls clamping down on his fingers as I came. He kissed me then, growling into my mouth, taking possession.

  I rode it out as my body spiraled through the pleasure he’d dealt me.

  “Good girl,” he said again, and I slumped back on my elbows. He grabbed me around the hips and dragged me to the edge of the tailgate.

  “Dev!” I was too sensitive. I couldn’t possibly take what he wanted to give me.

  I felt his fingers parting my sex, and then that clever tongue was dancing over that nub of nerves. He licked it with one long stroke, and my head hit the bed of the truck. He didn’t stop to ask if I was okay, and I didn’t give one good goddamn if I was okay. I just didn’t want him to stop whatever he was doing with his mouth.

  That tongue danced from my clit to my opening and thrust inside.

  “Gah.” It was all I could get out of me. I was still shaking from my orgasm, and he was building me up to wanting another one.

  Long, slow strokes of his tongue took me higher and higher. Was this what I’d been missing out on all these years?

  I grabbed him by the hair and held on tight. My toes were curling up in the boots I still wore.

  “You taste so good, Scarlett.”

  “Jesus, Dev. What are you doing to me?”

  He gave my center another lick and sucked gently on my clit. It was as if every nerve in my body caught fire at once. I sat up like a jack-in-the-box.

  “Now, Dev!”

  He laughed softly, but started working on the buttons of his shirt. The second it was open, I shoved my hands inside and laid them against his chest. “Do you have a condom, or do you want one of mine?”

  “So prepared.” He pulled one from his back pocket.

  I loved the look of his cock in the moonlight. I’d write a freaking poem about it... after he made me come again.

  While he tore the wrapper, I gripped him by the root. Together, we rolled the condom on.

  “You’re so small,” he said. “Don’t let me hurt you.”

  “You’re killing me now, so hurry up and get to the hurting.” I was desperate to have him inside me.

  “Lay back,” he said, his voice strained. The tendons on his neck stood out rigidly against his throat.

  I leaned back on my elbows. The heels of my boots hooked on to the lip of the tailgate. I was spread bare for him out here under the stars and the sky. Devlin gripped me by my thighs and pulled me even closer, spreading my knees. He stroked his cock in his big fist and watched me. I’d wanted this moment for long enough that I didn’t see what the point was in waiting any longer. I moved my hand lower, determined to take care of business myself or at least threaten it to spur him into action.

  “Don’t,” Devlin said darkly.

  He slid his hands warmly against my calves around to stroke my knees and then sent them diving down the insides of my thighs as his hard-on hung heavily against where I needed him most. Stroking my flesh, worshiping it. He petted me, electrifying my skin. Shocking my nerve endings to life.

  His thumbs slid closer and closer to where I wanted them, where I needed his touch the most. He teased me deliberately, diabolically.

  Finally, one thumb brushed over my clit gently, lightly. And then again. He stroked me with tender touches that lured another orgasm into the wings. And just when I thought he’d let me have it, just when my eyes were squeezed shut tight, he stopped.

  “Damn it, Dev!”

  He gripped my hips and drove into me, sheathing himself in my flesh.

  I cried out in surprise, in relieved frustration. So this is what I’d been missing. He seated himself in me so that he filled me completely. But rather than pull out and push back in, Devlin held here as deep as he could go in my body. I could feel the pulse of his cock inside me, the throb of his desire. I needed him to move. I could come right now if he’d only just move. But he held fast, buried inside me.

  Until I looked at him. Until I met his dark gaze.

  He was in control, and I was at his mercy. And I couldn’t get enough.

  He withdrew slowly, and I bucked my hips against the bed of my truck, begging him to do it all again. Devlin gripped my thighs and pushed into me once more. I was blissfully full, stretched to accommodate him. And then he was moving. He set a leisurely pace as if he had all night to enjoy me spread open for him.

  Plunging into me over and over again under his own
supreme control. I’d never seen this side of Devlin, and I wondered if he had. I loved watching him shed the anxiety, the self-doubt. And I fucking loved watching him make love to me.

  He stared into me as he methodically plundered me. One hand skimmed up my thigh and over my belly so he could palm my breast. I was hanging by a thread, one tenuous thread, and he knew it. I wanted more. Everything that he could give me. But I knew if I asked, he’d hold back.

  I had to take what I wanted.

  I put my weight in my heels and lifted my hips into his thrusts, daring him to stay under control. Tempting him. I reached down and squeezed my own breast and watched as his hooded eyes tracked the movement. Devlin’s hand flexed on my other breast, and I gave a little moan.

  I felt him pick up the pace infinitesimally and hid my victor’s grin. I closed my eyes and focused on pure sensation. The way his thick crown nudged at my front wall, stirring my pleasure. The broad flat palm plumping my breast, the cold hard metal under me. The bunched material beneath my bare back.

  Devlin hinged forward, folding over me and locking me in place between his forearms. He was done torturing me, done drawing out the agony of pleasure. His thrusts went deeper, became more brutal, and I reveled in it.

  He was driving me up, higher and higher. Every thrust carried me closer to the building orgasm. “Come on my cock, Scarlett,” he ordered, his breathing ragged. “I want to feel your pussy close around me when you come. I want to see you.”

  I would have done anything in that moment if it guaranteed the orgasm that I knew would make the last one look like a cute little appetizer to the main course. For someone who, until half an hour ago, thought that multiple orgasms were made up by the same people who told their kids there was a Santa Claus, I was pretty desperate for that second climax.

  “Dev? Please?” I could feel it build, brick by brick. I was going to burn down the world with this orgasm.

  “I’m here, baby.” His voice was strained as he flexed into me grinding his pelvis against me. My clit was so swollen it didn’t take much more than that. One second I was begging for it, and the next I was coming apart on him, around him, under him.

  He groaned, feeling the pulses and tremors of my walls and those delicate muscles closed around him.

  “God, yes,” he breathed, pumping into me.

  I cried out his name as I shattered into a million pieces, and he never stopped fucking me. Never stopped moving in me. I was spent. The waves gentled and slowly, slowly receded, and still he moved in me. Limp as noodles, I lay there. I tried to build up the energy to offer him a blow job. But I needed another minute before words would form coherently.

  Devlin had other ideas. He pulled out of me, a slick slide of flesh, and turned me.

  “On your knees,” he said, bunching the quilt up under me. “Now, Scarlett.”

  I scrambled to my hands and knees and turned away from him.

  He grabbed my hips and yanked me back. His cock slammed home, impossibly deeper. There was nothing controlled about him now. Nothing civilized or torturous. He was a beast in rut. My hands and knees bit into the truck bed liner, and I knew I’d hurt tomorrow. But I didn’t care. And neither did he.

  He rode me without letting up, bearing down onto me, curling over me. His fingers dug into my hips, biting into my flesh. I was nothing but feeling now. My thoughts were gone. My words had abandoned me. All I was was Devlin McCallister’s toy.

  He was grunting softly now on every thrust. I rocked back into him, and the swat he gave me on my ass startled me. My skin stung from his hand, and miraculously I felt the stirring inside me again. Three? Three orgasms was the stuff of unicorns and genies in bottles and a winning $400 million Powerball lottery ticket.

  “I feel you getting tighter on my cock,” Devlin gritted out. He gripped my hips harder. “Touch yourself.”

  I obliged. I didn’t want to be rude. When my hand met my swollen, wet clit I trembled.

  “That’s right, pretty girl.”

  Using my hips as leverage, he pumped himself into me.

  He growled low in his chest. “I’ve fantasized about doing this to you since the first time I saw you in that skirt.”

  His confession was the straw that broke my damn back. The edges of my body melted into his as my insides liquefied. I came one last time, a slow glow of molten lava flowing. Every cell in my body bloomed like a field of flowers.

  “Yes,” he hissed. “Yes.” And then he was thrusting into me brokenly, grunting softly. I felt him come with me. I felt his cock release his seed into the condom deep inside me.

  “Scarlett!” It was my name that echoed through the night across the meadow.

  He was whispering words I couldn’t hear and rocking into me while we both rode out our climaxes. Eventually, his grip on me loosened, and then he was leaning over me, stroking me with those warm hands. Pressing soft kisses to my back.

  The dark closed in around me like a blanket, and I collapsed onto my stomach. I lay there feeling Devlin above me and hearing the night all around us.

  20

  Devlin

  Scarlett looked at me like I’d just suggested we shave each other’s heads when all I’d done was asked her to spend the night. She looked legitimately confused. “But my bed is two-hundred yards that way,” she said, pointing through the woods toward her house.

  “I know, but my bed is right here, and so are you,” I insisted.

  I wasn’t done with her tonight. Hell, I didn’t know if I had the stamina for another round. But I wasn’t going to go to bed without her wrapped up in my arms.

  I don’t know what happened in that field. Something had detonated in my chest, and I’d gone places I’d never been before. I’d never been so possessive, aggressive. It was unsettling. And I wasn’t letting Scarlett out of my sight until she told me that everything was okay between us.

  She frowned through the windshield at my grandmother’s house. “Fine. But you better have food. I’m starving.”

  “Jonah’s got a secret stash of frozen pizzas,” I promised.

  She brightened considerably, and we went inside.

  I gave Scarlett a t-shirt to wear. I was half afraid if she went next door to change, she wouldn’t come back. So the t-shirt solved that dilemma. I had no idea that a beautiful woman wearing my shirt that came to her knees would be so sexy, so sweet.

  “What?” she asked, giving me a side-long look.

  “What what?” I slid the pizza onto the oven rack.

  “You keep looking at me and smiling.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “I don’t know. This is weird. Isn’t this weird? I feel weird.”

  I turned to face her and pulled her into my arms. “Very weird. Does that make you feel better?”

  She looked up at me, her eyes that soft gray. Her small frame was strong and capable. In her bare feet, Scarlett only came up to mid chest on me. She’d pulled her hair up in a wild tail. The freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose made her look fragile like a porcelain doll. A deception for sure. She was strong and delicate and wild and tame. So many contradictions wrapped in one small, sexy package.

  I liked seeing her like this. I wondered if Johanna had ever looked like this, or had she only traded business suits for cocktail dresses and silk pajamas?

  “You’re doing it again,” Scarlett said softly.

  “I can’t help it. I think you took a piece of me tonight.”

  She shot me a coy look. “I think I took three pieces of you tonight. One for each orgasm you gave me.”

  She did it again. Scarlett had managed to loosen something tight in me, release another worry. How could I not feel like king of the world with this woman in my shirt, in my kitchen, in my arms?

  “We should probably talk,” I guessed. We hadn’t discussed what this would mean in terms of a relationship or my limited time here in Bootleg.

  “About the pizza?”

  “About us.”

  “Oh. That.
”

  I felt my newfound confidence begin to deflate like a balloon.

  But she smiled brightly. “I think we both know the score. What we did tonight? Definitely happening again. And as often as possible while you’re here.”

  I blinked. “That’s it?”

  She nodded earnestly. “Yup.”

  “Soooo...”

  “So, we’re good,” she shrugged.

  She rummaged through the fridge and fished out two beers. Making herself at home, she grabbed the bottle opener out of the drawer next to the fridge. An accessory I didn’t know I had. Jonah and I had been opening beers using the railing on the deck... like real men.

  The terms of our relationship settled, Scarlett and I ate the pizza off of paper towels and drank beers straight from the bottle and listened to music. Her small feet rested in my lap while we sat on opposite ends of the couch.

  I realized that this was the first time I’d ever seen her relaxed. Scarlett was always on the move, always in motion.

  “I’ve never seen you like this,” I admitted.

  She cracked one eye open and gave me a half smile. “Like what?”

  “Still.”

  She laughed. “You seem to have sapped the energy right out of me.”

  I studied her, stroking my fingers over the soles of her feet. “What do you do to relax?” I asked.

  “Relax?” she turned the word over as if she didn’t know its meaning.

  She didn’t watch TV, I noticed. If Scarlett had downtime, it wasn’t spent binge-watching a show. She spent it with people. She also wasn’t one to spend time on her phone playing games or chatting with friends. I didn’t know if it came from growing up in a backwoods town with spotty cell reception or if it was more important to her to be present. I liked to think it was the latter.

  “I don’t have time to relax. I’m too busy building my Bootleg empire,” she yawned. “What about you? What do you do to unwind?”