“Nah-uh, baby. You smell so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
He twisted his fingers in the sides of her panties and tugged them down her legs. He tossed those over his shoulder too.
The man was really working on making a mess of her house in short order.
All thoughts of a clean house and her clothes fled her mind when Shep lowered his head and took one long swipe along her clit.
Her butt rose off the couch, pressing her heat closer to his face. He pushed her back down then went to work, licking, sucking, and nibbling. He licked around her clit then moved the hood back to suck hard.
Her body shook, her legs going numb as she came with that one lick.
Her arms tingled, and her pussy clenched, wanting more.
Jesus, the man was good.
“Fuck, Shea, you came so hard, so quick. I knew you’d be responsive, but hell. I’m going to make you do it again. And again. Got me?”
“Whatever you say,” she rasped out, too much in her pleasure zone to care.
He went back to what he was doing before and licked along the seam of her lower lips before moving his hand so his fingers found her wet, aching center.
He pumped his finger within her pussy then added two more as he sucked her clit. Her body, already high from her previous orgasm, shook then tightened as she rose again. He fucked her with his fingers and moaned against her. His beard scraped against the soft skin of her inner thighs, and she came, the sensation too much for her to hold back.
She’d never come like that during sex.
Let alone more than once.
And she hadn’t even seen him naked yet.
Go, Shep!
No. Go, Shea!
He moved back and kissed up her body until he found her mouth. Her limbs heavy, she used all her strength to tangle her fingers in his hair. She could taste herself on his lips, and it made her even hotter.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Shep pulled back and stripped.
Her eyes greedily took his body in. He was broad, built, tan, muscular…perfect. His tats covered his arms, thighs, and chest. They were fucking hot. He also had a little tat on his hipbone she knew she’d have to lick later.
Her gaze caught the metal adorning him, and she blinked. “You’re pierced.”
Shep chuckled and ran a hand over the barbells in his nipples. “Yeah, and I can’t wait to have your tongue on them.”
Her gaze lowered, and she swallowed hard.
“It’s a dydoe piercing,” Shep explained. He had two barbells on the top of his cock near the tip. They weren’t that large in respect to his cock, but damn, it had to have to hurt.
“Didn’t they hurt?”
“Hell yeah, but it’s worth it. You’ll see. The piercings will hit that one spot in that sweet pussy of yours, and you’ll never want to leave my cock.”
She bit her lip and squirmed on the couch. “What about if I….” She blushed. Jesus. She’d just had the man’s mouth on her pussy, yet she couldn’t say the words.
“Later, when I fuck that mouth of yours and have that little tongue run up and down my cock, you’ll see. You don’t have a tongue ring, so it won’t be a problem if you give me head while I have the piercings in.”
She blinked up at him. “So if I were to get a tongue ring?” Not that she’d ever thought about it, but she knew from others that tongue rings meant amazing blow jobs—there, she at least thought the word—for men. And if what she was thinking was right, Shep’s piercings were for her, not for him. It would only be right to return the favor.
She squirmed again.
“Fuck, baby. If you do that, then I’ll take them out when you want to go down on me. Right now though? Now I want to fuck you hard because I’m about to blow. You get me?”
Oh, she totally got him.
He pulled her up to her feet, steadied her, and then sat down on the couch. She watched as he rolled a condom down his length.
“Where did you get that?”
“It was in my jeans pocket, baby. If you hadn’t been paying so much attention to my cock—not that I mind—you would have seen. Now hop on. Ride me.”
She smiled and did as she was told, straddling his thighs. His cock brushed her pussy, and she gasped.
“Holy shit, Shea. You’re so fucking wet.” Shep met her gaze, and she sucked in a breath, waiting.
She placed both hands behind his head on the couch, bracing herself. Shep’s hands palmed her ass, squeezing, teasing.
Slowly, their gazes never wavering, she slid down his cock, the wide girth stretching her, but since she’d just come twice, she was slick and ready for him.
She rocked her hips slightly as she sank onto him, and he sucked in a breath. Yes, he liked that. Finally, she was fully seated, and she had to sit for a moment, trying to get used to the feel of him deep within her.
“This is heaven, Shea. Pure, fucking heaven.”
She agreed, but she couldn’t speak. Not right then. Finally, when she could breathe, she rocked again then slid up his cock.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
She went slowly up then slammed back down, loving the way both of them gasped at the same time.
“Do that again.”
“Of course,” she whispered.
She repeated the action, over and over. Shep kept one hand on her ass, balancing her, while the other hand roamed, palming her breast then moving down to slide over her clit. She never let her gaze leave Shep’s though. While she would have loved to throw her head back, close her eyes, and ride him like a cowgirl, right then, all she wanted to do was have this moment with him.
Have him know what he did to her.
From the look on his face, he knew.
She quickened the pace, feeling her inner walls tighten, her breasts grow heavy, and that tingle racing up her spine.
“Come now, Shea. I’m gonna go with you.”
Needing no other motivation, she came hard, her pace never slowing. She felt Shep come inside the condom buried within her even as he shouted her name.
Their gazes locked and never broke.
“Let’s do that again,” Shea breathed.
Shep rocked his hips, and she moaned. “Give me two minutes, and I’ll go fuck you on your bed. You’ve come three times, so I’ll do all the work.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said into his neck.
“Damn straight.”
And he totally did most of the work when he fucked her on her bed a few minutes later. She helped though.
Some.
Chapter Five
Shep groaned, images of the previous week’s activities filling his mind. He leaned against the shower stall, needing to breathe. Jesus, he’d spent the past week working or by Shea’s side.
Or inside Shea.
Yeah, he liked that part too.
He needed to stop thinking about the way she made those little moans and how her body flushed all over as she wiggled on his cock. He needed to get to the café to meet Austin, and going there with a fucking hard-on wouldn’t be the best thing.
But fuck.
The image of Shea on her knees, his cock tapping against her lips, and her fingers in her pussy as she fucked herself filled his mind.
He gripped his cock, using the soap he’d just used on his body to slide up and down the length. He squeezed hard then fucked his hand harder. He closed his eyes, imagined his hand was Shea’s warm little mouth, that each squeeze was her hollowing her cheeks, sucking him hard, that each movement of his thumb on the crown was her tongue darting out, licking and tasting him.
Shea gave fucking great head, and she knew it now. Those losers she’d dated before didn’t know the gem they’d had. Oh yeah, they knew she was hot because there was no denying that, but the fact that she laughed and gave great head made him want more.
Oh yeah, she was perfect for him.
He pumped his hips, fucking his fist whil
e imagining Shea’s pretty lips around his cock, her fingers finding that plump flesh between her legs.
He came hard, throwing his head back against the shower wall, his seed spilling to the floor as the water washed it down the drain.
Holy fuck.
Now he was rubbing one off in the shower like some damn high school kid even though he was regularly getting laid.
Shea would be the death of him, but what a way to go.
He finished washing up, his cock still semi-hard, but that seemed to be the norm when he was thinking about Shea, around Shea, or just breathing.
After he pulled on some clothes, he made his way to the café where Austin would be waiting. His cousin had shown up two days before, but instead of staying with him, he decided to stay with another of their friends.
Apparently Austin wanted to give Shep some time with Shea.
He’d take it.
Austin was sitting underneath one of the covered tables on the patio, sipping his coffee, a grin on his face that couldn’t hide the weariness. Something was going on with his cousin, and Shep didn’t know what to do about it or even if he should do something about it. Hopefully, staying in New Orleans at least for a couple weeks to chill would help with whatever the heck was going on.
“It’s about time you showed up,” Austin said then took another sip of his coffee. Shep sat down next to his cousin, tired as all hell since he hadn’t had enough sleep. “Your coffee by the way? Fucking amazing. I mean Denver is all about clean air and health. I love the brews, the microbrews, the views, everything. I wouldn’t change it for anything. But down here? Coffee is pure decadence. Pure indulgence.”
The waitress came over, and Shep held up two fingers. Shea was joining them soon, and the waitress knew what Shep liked. The little redhead smiled prettily, her eyes an open invitation, but he just smiled and shook his head.
She walked away, still smiling, but not as brightly.
“She tried that flutter and smile with me as well,” Austin said as he lay back in his chair, the tattoo on his shoulders peeking around the collar of his shirt.
“And you didn’t take her up on it? You’re losing your touch.”
Austin raised a brow. “You didn’t either. And it’s too early in the day for that shit. Plus, she’s like what, twenty? Technically, she could be our kid.”
Shep groaned. “Jesus. Why the fuck did you say that? Now I feel really old. And I didn’t take her up on that because I’m with Shea. There’s no way I’d skip out on her for anything, let alone that.”
He shut his mouth as the waitress set down the two drinks, her eyes still inviting.
“Thanks,” Shep said, his voice gruff. If she didn’t take the hint, then he’d say it, but she should be able to read signals if she was going to flirt like this in public.
“I’m here if you need me. For anything.”
She fluttered her eyelashes and sauntered off.
“Jesus. I am officially too old for this shit.”
Austin gave a rusty chuckle. “Good to know you want to stay faithful to Shea. Not saying you’ve ever cheated—I don’t do that shit either. But it’s still good to know where this is heading.”
“Why don’t you just ask me what you’re fishing for?” Seriously, the Montgomerys were always up in all the family’s business. It didn’t matter that Shep was far away. He was still family.
Austin took another sip. “Things serious between you and Shea? You’re not getting any younger, you know.”
“We’re the same age, so stop bringing up the old man crap. And as for me and Shea?” He sat back and thought about it. He’d had a couple of serious relationships before, but nothing that’d made him want to rush to the altar or picture the woman round with his child. Shea though? She was different. “Yeah, it’s serious.”
“Good to know, man. Good to know.” Austin’s gaze brightened as he looked over Shep’s shoulder. “And here she is. Hey, Shea. Good to see you again.”
They’d met when Austin had first come to New Orleans. He’d taken one look at her and announced he was staying at another friend’s rather than Shep’s.
Good man.
Shep turned and sucked in a breath.
Yeah, he was falling for that sexy blonde woman in the red dress.
Fast.
If he looked carefully enough, he might just find that he’d already fallen for her, but he knew both he and Shea weren’t ready for that.
Yet.
The ruby red dress hugged her curves but went up to her neck in that same old-fashioned style she loved. She kept her flashes of skin just for him. The dress brushed the top of her knees, and this time she wore red flats rather than heels.
He’d told her they were going to need to walk today for their date, so she’d dressed just for him.
Yep, he totally was falling for her.
He stood and went to her, unable to wait any longer. He cupped her face and tilted it up to him. Her lips were barely open, and he took it as an invitation and captured her mouth.
Damn, he loved her taste.
He pulled back breathless and looked down at that sexy, flushed face. “Hey.”
She grinned. “Hey.”
“Hey to you both,” Austin called from behind them. “Now sit down and stop making out on the street. Your coffee is getting cold, and I want to order beignets. I’ll eat them all you know.”
Shep turned, wrapped an arm around Shea’s shoulders, and walked them toward Austin. “You eat all those and you’ll lose your girlish figure.”
Austin ran a hand over his flat stomach and grinned. “It’d totally be worth it.”
Shea laughed, the sound filling his soul. God, the woman needed to laugh more, and he knew she was starting to do so. The ice was breaking, and the wild fire was burning.
His Shea was more than what her mother wanted her to be—much, much more.
“You got me coffee?” she asked.
He kissed her temple then relaxed back into his chair. “Yeah. It’s the chicory that you love.”
She grinned and took a sip, the little moan escaping from her mouth going right to his cock.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Austin grin, but he ignored the bastard. That little moan was just for Shep.
“So, where are we going this morning?” she asked after they ate their beignets.
“Well, I need to go into work for a bit like I said, and you said you were going to come with,” Shep answered.
She smiled brightly but her eyes held a trace of nervousness. “I want to see how you work. You know, get ready for my own tattoo.”
“It’s good that you get used to the feel before you do something like that,” Austin added. “Plus Shep is fucking phenomenal at his ink, so you’re in good hands. If I didn’t think so, I’d take care of you myself.”
Shep frowned at his cousin. He had a feeling Austin was talking about more than ink when it came to Shea, but he didn’t want to harp on it in front of her. That would be something he beat his cousin for later.
“I trust him completely,” Shea said, and Shep sucked in a breath.
Fuck yes.
Finally.
“So, where are you taking me after you work?”
Shep grinned. “The St. Louis Cemetery.”
Austin barked out a laugh while Shea’s eyes widened.
“A cemetery? That’s your idea of a date?”
Shep shrugged then stole a kiss. “You’ll love it. I promise.”
“I don’t really like being scared, Shep.”
He tugged her close. “Baby, it’s not an amusement park where they try to scare you on certain rides. Here there’s real history. We’ll go for a bit. Take a look around. See something we wouldn’t normally see. Then go home.”
“Where Shep will be sure to keep you warm if you get too cold,” Austin butted in dryly.
“Shut it, Austin,” Shep bit out.
Shea grinned up at him. “Oh really? And just how will you keep me warm?�
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He leaned down and bit her bottom lip. “Minx. Don’t make me tell you in detail in front of Austin. We have to head to Midnight Ink, and I’m not gonna want to ink with a hard-on.”
Shea snorted. “That would be awkward.”
“Uh, yeah, considering I’m inking a sixty-year old woman today with her grandkids’ names.” Actually he was working their names into an intricate piece with lilies of the valley and lavender. He was revved up for it—something he hadn’t been in a while.
Shea’s eyes widened then she threw her head back and laughed. “Oh poor baby.”
“Shut it, woman.” He kissed her hard then stood. “I’ll make you pay for laughing.”
Her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips. “I’m sure you will.”
Fuck. It was going to be a long day.
***
Shep closed the door behind them then pushed Shea against it. He wrapped her hair around his fist, pulled her head to the side, and buried his face in her neck.
She wiggled against him and laughed. “So, you said something about warming me up?” she said, panting.
He pulled back and rocked his erection against her. “Oh yeah. Were you scared when we walked amongst the dead tonight?”
She tried to move closer, but he pressed her to the door. “Let me touch you.”
“Answer me, Shea.”
“Of course, but you were there, so it wasn’t that bad. Just hold me now, and I’ll be okay.”
He grunted, pressing his hips flat against hers. “I’ll hold you, Shea. Don’t forget that. I’m not letting go.”
“Deal.”
He smiled then lowered himself to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to eat you out with your leg wrapped around my shoulder. Then I’m going to fuck you against the door. Okay?”
“Oh. Okay,” she rasped out, and Shep chuckled.
He knew Shea loved his head between her legs, his mouth on her pussy. She’d come hard when he’d done it the last time, so he was gonna do it every chance he had.
Even if that meant his cock might explode.
He helped her take off her shoes and tossed them behind him. If they had been heels, he would have made her wear them when he fucked her since that was hot as hell. That would just have to wait for another time.
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