Page 68 of Bourbon and Lies

He nudges my legs open as he kisses and nips at the skin his hands caress. Moving from my right inner thigh, he stops just as he gets to where I want him, moving to the other side. He takes the bottle that I’m barely holding from my fingers, downing one more swig before putting it on the floor. If his mouth got any closer, I would have absolutely dropped it.

When he leans into me, his nose nudges at my slit, pulling a gasp from my lips. It’s such a filthy move, but it’s nothing compared to what comes next. He moans as he pulls back. “You’re too quiet, honey.” But he doesn’t let me respond as he glides his tongue nice and slow from my opening to my clit.

The air is instantly stolen from my lungs. Like I wasn’t expecting that, even though I knew it was coming. He does itagain, even slower this time, savoring the taste of me by the way he releases another deep moan. “Then make me scream, Grant.”

He shoves my legs wider so his broad shoulders can fit between, and then wraps his hands under my thighs. Gripping them tight, the move pushes me up the wall just enough that my feet are barely touching the ground. I don’t overthink, I know he’s got me. The only thing I can hold on to is his thick dark hair as my cowboy drags his tongue in punishing patterns across my clit until it’s so wet and swollen that being quiet is no longer possible as whimpers and moans filter from my lips.

The thunderous booms of fireworks rumble in the background. It barely registers above the sounds he’s making as he devours me thoroughly. Sucking my clit into his mouth, the scruff of his beard scrapes, numbing my skin just enough so that I can only feel the warmth of his breath, the slickness of his tongue, and my arousal. When his hands squeeze my thighs, I know he’s not letting up. I forget about every detail that’s kept me grounded—the room and its low lighting. The smoothness of the wall against my back. The way I’m spread out and at his complete mercy. All of it’s forgotten. I only think about the hammering of my pulse and how it labors my breath. My hearing becomes muffled as my orgasm builds, leading me toward an edge I’ve never been so close to.

He pulls back and blows a hot breath where his mouth just left. The change in pressure has me feeling needy. “I want to see you fall apart for me,” he demands. Then his lips latch onto me once more, sucking my clit into his mouth and dragging his teeth along every sensitive swipe he just teased.

With my mouth open and my head tilted only as far back as the wall will allow, I’m consumed by the pressure and sensations. My heart races and my body tenses, breaths catching in my chest. With three words, the same ones I heard from his porch, behind a screen door, a night not that long ago, he says,“That’s it, honey.” He slides two fingers into my pussy. “Look at me.” I open my eyes, finding his, and I scream. My body jerks forward as my release barrels through me, my pussy pulsing. It’s so intense that it doesn’t allow any thoughts or words to break through, only complete and utter sexual intoxication. My orgasm rolls from the center of my gravity to the tips of my toes and has me gasping for air, leaving me lightheaded and wanton as he draws out the last of it. The sound of his fingers fucking me and my moans mixed with his are deliciously filthy. My thighs quiver in response, having completely succumbed to the pleasure.

“That was...” I let out a laugh because words are not going to be my strength right now.

“Delicious,” he says, smiling as he stares up at me from his knees. His face still hovers between my legs with my arousal smeared along his lips and mustache. Lowering my legs from his grip, he allows my feet to fully meet the ground. “I thought you were sexy before, but seeing you like this with the smell of you on my beard and the taste of you in my mouth...” He rests his chin on my thigh, a glazed-over look in his half-lidded eyes. “How am I not supposed to fall in love with you now?”

Chapter 29

Grant

The words fall too easily,and maybe stupidly, out of my mouth. I know by the way her body tenses and she lets out a little laugh that she’s thinking what I should be: that was bold. I’ve known her for weeks, flirted my way to a dance, dirty talked my way in between her legs, and I’m already spouting things about keeping her. It’s careless and dangerous, but I’m not about to take it back.

I move up, my knees so fucking pissed off, but I couldn’t give a shit. If she told me to get back down there and stay, I’d do it and ignore the pain.

“I planned to show you the lofted space so we could watch the fireworks, but?—”

She finishes my thought. “We had our own fireworks in here. I barely noticed the ones outside.”

I graze my teeth along her thigh. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Biting at her thumbnail, she stares down at me with those big blue eyes, like what I’ve just said is exactly what she wantedto hear. My dick throbs so hard that it aches, so I stand up from kneeling in front of her like she was my altar.

“I’d like it very much if you told me what to do, cowboy.” She reaches her hand forward just enough to drag up the front of my jeans.

My responding growl sounds primal. I’ve never been so turned on and had this much fun with someone. Not like this.

“But you just may need to carry me. I still can’t feel my legs.”

It’s the only request I need. I bend and grab just below her ass and hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my waist at the same time her arms lock around my neck. “Grab that bottle.”

I have every intention of getting to my bed and fucking her senseless, but my steps falter when her breath tickles my ear. Her lips kiss just below it, and she whispers, “Are you going to ride me as good as you ride that horse of yours.”

“Jesus Christ, baby.” I capture her lips with mine, still trying to navigate my way through the living room.

Julep barks out repeatedly as we move past her. “She’s fine,” I tell my very concerned dog. “She’s smiling, see?”

Turning Laney toward her, she laughs out, “I’m stealing your dad for a little while, Julep. I’ll return him when I’m done.”

“I think she’s barking at me. She likes you more.” I lean into her neck and graze my teeth along the side of it, still moving through my house, turning down the hallway, and trekking toward my master suite, bumping into the doorjamb.

She giggles the entire way, peppering in tiny moans as her fingers play along the back of my neck and into my hair. “I like her a lot too.”

I don’t want to hurt her as I move closer to the bed, so instead of dropping her onto it, I turn and let myself fall so she’s on top.Holy hell, this view.

Laney sits tall, tits out, as I lean up to brush my fingers along her soft skin. Dragging them across her dusky pink nipple, Iwatch it get hard as she lets out the smallest moan. She grabs my hand and moves it up toward her throat.

“You like that?”

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