by Rie Warren
She squinted at me. “Why do you look sneaky all of a sudden?”
“More like nervous.”
She snorted, propping up onto an elbow. “You? Nervous? Since when?”
With the box inside my hand, I prowled toward her. “With you? A lot more than you seem to know, Shy.”
“Why?” She sat up, clearly interested in making me sweat it some more.
“Because . . .” I wondered if my voice was gonna start cracking again like a freakin’ teenager’s.
Chapter Thirty-Four
All Man
WRAPPING A HAND AROUND Shy’s shoulder, I turned her fully to me. “I’m in love with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.” Delving into her deep gaze, I held her fascinated eyes. “And yeah . . .” I laughed brusquely. “You get to me, baby.”
“Do I?” she whispered.
“Haven’t I shown you that already?” The corners of the square box cut into my skin as my grip tightened on it.
“Yes.”
“Can I show it more?”
“Can you?” Curling up beside me, her breast brushed my arm.
Her breath fanned close to my lips.
Her heat sent a fever over me.
Opening the box, I tugged out the engagement ring.
I looked at Shy though half-lowered eyelids, presenting the ring to her—nothing remarkable about it, just a solitary diamond in a rose gold band.
“Shiloh Lockhart, will marry me?” The ring shook between my fingertips. “In a church, before God or whoever, in front of everyone. And be mine forever?”
She sat still.
Her lips softly parted.
Her voice was almost inaudible when she said, “But you don’t go to church, do you?”
I groaned. “Not really.”
Her tone turned teasing as she scooted closer. “Soooo . . . the church thing?”
“Shy,” I growled.
“Are you going to put the ring on me?”
“It’s really small.”
With her eyes shining, she sent me a simmering look. “No, it’s not.”
“I meant the ring.” I performed a mental battle with my new burgeoning erection.
“I already said yes.”
“With conditions.” I pressed the issue.
“Yes without conditions?” Two tears shimmered on Shy’s cheeks, and she held out her hand.
I placed the simple band on her finger, snugging it home.
Crashing against her as utter joy bolted through me, I couldn’t believe she’d really be mine.
Drawing Shy on top of me, I kissed her cheeks, her smiling, laughing mouth, her neck.
She grasped my hair, bringing me back to her lips.
Heat rippled between us immediately, as soon as she surrendered her tongue to mine.
Just the two of us.
Formally engaged.
On a beach full of people.
Pretty much dry humping in public.
Shoving my fingers through Shy’s short hair, I lifted her off me.
“You are dangerous, lady.”
She sat in my lap. “Oh yeah?”
“Trying to get me arrested again?”
“That public indecency thing?”
I slapped her ass before shifting out from under her. As soon as I gained my feet, I hoisted Shy into my arms.
Yep, we’d drawn a crowd all right.
“I just asked this woman, Shiloh Lockhart, to marry me, and she said yes!” I bellowed.
Fuck it. Everyone liked romance.
Phones flashed at us, our photo captured.
Possibly the next thing to go viral on the Internet.
“You’ve lost your mind!” She squirmed in my arms, but didn’t shrink back.
I dominated her lips, mastered her tongue, and wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into her when I let the wet suction of lip-on-lip end. “Oh yeah. And the announcement might even be in the society pages tomorrow.”
“My parents are going to flip.”
“Do you care?”
“Nope.”
“Home. Sex. Now.” I ordered, because I was about two seconds from sinking balls deep into the woman who’d agreed to marry me.
****
I did not stare at Shy on the drive downtown.
Much.
I didn’t drool when she shimmied lower in the seat, which caused her thigh-high cover-up to slide to her hips.
My hand lazily laid on the steering wheel, I stopped at a red light. “You know what you’re doing to me, Shy.”
She bit down on the pad of her index finger, and the ring I’d just put on her flashed under the ambient streetlights. “Do I?”
Sexual tension took on whole new heights.
My cock drilled down the inside of my thigh.
The entire afternoon had been nothing but foreplay.
I wanted to fuck.
Her.
I parked in the garage at her building.
She waited in her seat.
I helped her out.
Her tits hit my chest.
Shy smelled like the ocean—fresh and salty—and she clung to me like a soft wave.
When we hit the private elevator, all bets were off. And so was her cover-up.
I caged her against the wall, shafting against her, exploring every inch of her body with work-roughened hands on her smooth skin.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” My words slid against the skin between her breasts, and she hissed in a moan, hiking her leg up and over my ass.
The doors opened into her hallway.
Backing off with my nostrils flaring, my dick rearing, I compelled her after me.
“In a hurry, Max?”
“You could say that.” Trying to calm down before I came all over her thighs, I clasped a hand around hers and drew her into the kitchen.
“Food. Water. Pills.”
“Don’t be a killjoy.” She arched a challenging eyebrow at me.
“I can fuck you harder later if I know you’re taken care of now.” My cock was one long pulsing rod in my shorts and had been practically all day.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
Stalking to the fridge, I hoped the icy blast of air would cool me down. I hustled, making a couple thick sandwiches while Shy popped the caps off two bottles of Schlitz. Our running joke about cheap alcohol when I came from a bourbon dynasty and was about to open my own brewery.
We sat at the table, across from each other, and I watched Shy dig in. I’d cut up a variety of fresh fruit, too, stupidly nearsighted about what the sight of Shy pushing a dripping section of peach between her luscious lips was gonna do to my appetite.
My other appetite.
If I watched her lick and bite one more piece of ripe red strawberry . . . Game. Over.
Then—of fucking course—she held the final gushing slice of fleshy peach against her lips, and a drop of shiny liquid drizzled down into her cleavage.
“Oops.” Using a fingertip, she slowly trailed along the line of juice then popped her finger between her lips. “I made a mess.”
Speechless, I was about to make a mess in my shorts.
I hadn’t even touched my food. I sat with my sandwich still on my plate and my beer halted halfway to my mouth.
My eyes bugging out of my head, I almost coughed beer out of my mouth. “I’m gonna go rinse off.”
“Don’t you need to eat too?”
“Yeah. You. Later.”
****
Shy wasn’t in the bedroom.
She wasn’t in the kitchen.
With my hips swathed in a towel, I padded around the place and finally located her on the balcony.
Wearing goddamn fucking hot panties, and from the looks of it she was otherwise totally naked on top beneath the sheer floaty shirt thing clinging to her body.
She leaned against the railing, watching me approach, a beer bottle dangling from her fingers and a sexy expression making her lips pout eve
n more.
“Jesus.” I rubbed a hand over my mouth.
Of course the front of my damn towel went circus tent proportions.
I cleared my throat while Shy watched with a lingering smirk.
Stopping a couple steps away from her, I had to clear my goddamn throat again.
Needed to clear my eyes of the incredible vision of her, too.
“I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready for this, Shy. Not after what you went through.” Yeah. All that throat clearing didn’t due a damn fucking thing. My voice still came out hoarse and deeply low.
“Really, Maxwell Rush?” Dipping two fingers into the top of my towel, she yanked me closer. “I’m ready. And I think I know how this should start.”
Before I could even gulp, she found the part in the towel and moved her hand up to circle the full girth of my cock.
I almost blacked out from pleasure.
Almost fell over when she started a long, slow, twisting stroke.
“Oh, really?” I choked out.
With her other hand, Shy pulled me down so my ear was at her mouth.
Her fingertip flicked the swollen head of my cock.
“You promised to jerk off for me, Handsome.”
Guuuuhhhh-fuuuuuck.
Even more blood roared to my shaft, and it flexed in her tight fist.
I nodded. Speech was impossible.
The woman literally had me by the balls.
“Sound like a plan?” she asked.
Nod yesyesyes.
“I’ll just make myself comfortable.” After whipping the towel off me, she eased down to a cushioned sun-lounger, the evening light casting an orange glow across her barely veiled body. “Why don’t you sit right over there?”
Her eyes never strayed from my super-charged dick as she pointed to the seat across from her.
I glanced around the private balcony just once before doing as she ordered.
Fuck it.
I needed to get off, and if this was Shy’s idea of easing back into sex, I’d fucking pull my cock out in public for her.
Like I had a choice.
My dick was in charge.
And Shy—apparently—was in charge of said dick.
Opening my legs, I leaned slightly back.
My cock jutted up like a big meaty pole of flesh from the nest of pubes at my groin.
Precome already pumped out, sliding down the thick rod.
My heavy balls goddamn ached.
So ready to bang her.
Shy hissed in a breath when I wrapped my fingers around my dick.
A low deep groan escaped from my chest.
Starting slow, I pulled my hand up to the swelling head, squeezing hard until the dark broad tip spat out more clear jizz.
Shy gasped.
I ran my other hand down my chest, onto my stomach, and framed my rigid cock with it.
My hips thrusting up and down, I fucked my fist in slow steady motions.
Shy’s eyes glazed over. Her cheeks turned pink. She breathed as hard as me.
Spitting down onto my cock, I watched my saliva run over the ridge of the helmet and onto the full length extending from my fist at the base.
More slickness followed when I cupped both hands over my cockhead and forced the entire length of my dick through the tight tunnel of my knuckles.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
So hot and horny, I stamped my feet, threw back my head with a groan before flashing my eyes to Shy.
“Is this what you wanted, Shy? To see me jack off for you?” The husky tone of my voice throbbed almost as much as my cock.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless.
Fuck yeah.
She was well worked up.
Her thighs scissoring, her shirt pulling up to her waist, her nipples popping out beneath the sheer top.
I spread my legs even further, pulling down on my heavy balls with a tight grip.
“Oh my god . . . yesss,” she whispered, leaning forward.
The wet slapping sound of my fist fueled by dripping precome sped up . . . but I was getting too close and I needed her to want this as much as me.
Pulling my hands away, I shuddered as my cock smacked against my belly.
“Ahhh!” Shy looked like she wanted to crawl to me.
Like she wanted to devour my cock.
I slapped my dick against my open palm, precome flying everywhere.
“That’s so hot, Max.” Biting on her lip, Shy tugged her flimsy shirt up and off, setting her tits free.
“Jesus, baby.” My brain almost fizzled out right then and there.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Whole Woman
THEN SHY DID THE unthinkable as I slapped my cock against my hand again. She cupped her tits and started pinching those deeply pink, deeply hard nipples.
I retaliated, working over my cock with just my fingertips, drawing out the pleasure-pain-torture. I rolled my balls around. I twisted my fingers over and over the dripping cockhead. I smoothed my palms up and down the tall thick pole until the crown was bigger than ever—bulging and purple and engorged.
The veins stood out.
My abs clenched.
My breath raged like a fire inside my chest.
And I groaned when Shy slipped a hand down her belly and beneath her lacy panties.
“Oh, God. Come for me. Come for me!” she begged.
“Yeah? Want me to come for you?” I grunted, taking a hard grip on the root of my cock, watching blood pulse up it. “Come on my stomach? All over my hand?”
“In my mouth,” she whispered.
My eyes crashed closed.
“Shy . . .” Fuck. I hadn’t had my dick in her mouth since that goddamn night.
I tried to hold off, but I stood up.
I went to her.
I took another long slow stroke of my straining cock, looking at her upturned face, her dilated pupils, her panting mouth as I stood over her.
I pumped harder, faster. My balls shaking. My cock squelching. Bubbles of precome forming.
“Are you sure?” I was almost at the point of no return.
“In my mouth. Now.”
I lost it.
Pointing my cock at Shy, I saw her lips part, her tongue roll out, seeking the firm rod that was about to paint the inside of her mouth with so much hot come she probably wouldn’t be able to swallow it all.
I pushed between her lips and as soon as she sealed around me, as soon as she rolled her tongue along the weeping slit, she lit the spark in me.
I hunched forward, my hips swinging, my dick moving in and out as semen rushed up the heavy weighty shaft to explode from the tip.
I came in gushers.
Volleys.
Jets.
Felt like the torrent would never end.
Not with Shy moaning and sucking and licking and swallowing.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I bellowed.
Another blast escaped the confines of her lips and leaked down to her chin, onto her tits.
Unbelievably she scooped up the milkiness, fed it into her mouth, then pursed her come-covered lips around my dick again.
I was still shuddering with the last of my orgasm when my cock started filling again, and I sawed the length in and out of her mouth.
Before coming to my goddamn senses.
I pulled out, shaking. “Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be.” She licked me all the way down to my sac and started balling me in her mouth.
My knees buckled with the intensity of arousal pounding through me.
Shy only added to it when she grinned up at me from between my legs. “I wouldn’t have my mouth on you if it bothered me.”
Jerking my hips away with a shaky laugh that was more like a groan, I rubbed a knuckle across her sweet, plump lips. “Can I make love to you?”
“No.”
“No?”
“You can fuck me.” She slanted her eyes up at m
e, and the coy tilt of her lips was nothing short of cock-enabling.
My hands fisted at my sides until I slid my fingers through her short curls.
“Like you used to. Hard, and dominating, and rough,” she added, a purr to her filthy words.
“That won’t be a problem,” I growled out.
“Good.” She arched her back, showing off her sexy tits in a supremely slutty pose.
“We should go inside so I don’t break the railing.”
Shy gasped when I lifted her in my arms.
I took her into the condo, slammed the door shut behind us, and set her down against the nearest wall.
Probably wouldn’t break through a wall fucking her, right?
Keeping Shy steady, I snapped her panties off with one hand, slinging them away.
Her hips pumped out. Her breath hissed in. Her tits mashed against my chest.
Dropping my head, I sucked all over one firm orb—paying special attention to her bright nipple with my lapping tongue and tugging teeth—before practically slobbering over the other breast she’d been teasing me with all afternoon at the beach.
She smelled like sand and sea. Salty and fresh. Warmth and woman and ocean.
And sex.
Definitely hot wet sex.
Confirmed when I dipped a finger into the well of her cunt.
Dripping wet hot sex.
“You need one of those?” Her throaty words interrupted my slow pumping finger.
She pointed at a nearby stand where a small pile of condoms fanned across the surface.
“You planned ahead.” I kissed her with a wild thrust of my tongue, blindly reaching for one of the packages. “You really are a dirty girl.”
“Only for you.” Her hands roamed all over my arms and chest as I snapped the condom on faster than ever.
“Yeah. Now show me how dirty you can be,” I ordered.
I didn’t waste any time fitting my cock to her pussy, because she was ready.
She was begging for it.
Her fingers clawed at my shoulders when I lifted her with one hand groping her ass and the other clamped on her tit.
With her face level with mine, I drilled slowly up from the balls of my feet. My cock teased, aimed, and plundered her in a heavy full thrust from tip to root until my balls bashed against her bouncy ass.
“Oh. OH!” Her head knocked back.
