Page 30 of Clashing
“Working too hard. Time for a break.” I lifted her off the stool and carried her to the counter she’d been bent over.
Twisting my fist around her hair, I pulled her mouth to mine. My tongue chased after the taste I couldn’t get enough of, and my hands roamed the body I itched to touch again. I squeezed her ass and pulled her flush against me. Her hands snaked under my shirt, fingernails scraping my back.
Oh, fuck it. One last time.
“What if someone comes in?” she breathed against my mouth.
“I guess we better make it fast.” I turned her around and palmed her breast while I cupped her pussy. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
Breathless already, she ground her ass against me. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” I undid the button on her shorts, then yanked them down. Bending her over, I pushed my finger inside her pussy.
My cock twitched at the generous coating of arousal. She was soaked already.Goddamn her.I stroked inside until she squirmed, then undid my jeans and shoved them down. The moment my cock freed, I slid on a condom and thrust into her.
“Ryker,” she whimpered, clawing the counter.
“Scarlett,” I panted, adjusting to her warm, enticing pussy. “Brace yourself, baby. I’m going to fuck you hard.”
She gripped the counter, and I slammed into her, making her moan too loud for where we were. Possessiveness reared its head, and I covered her mouth. No one else got to hear her sweet voice.
“Shh.” I pounded into her. “Someone will hear us and tattle.”
Her sounds muffled by my hand, she rolled her ass against me again, sinking me deeper with each thrust.
I wasn’t gentle. I didn’t build up to anything. I fucked her with reckless abandon, and she let out noises that echoed in my head better than any song. Even muffled, they fucked me up and made me so sensitive I’d come too soon. Again. To avoid embarrassing myself, I played with her clit.
Finally, she came, and I followed immediately after, unable to hold it in anymore. I uncovered her mouth and smacked her ass. She let out a guttural sound and arched her back. I smacked it again. And again. Each time, she released a noise of pleasure so exquisite I needed more.
“Scarlett.” I wrapped my hand around her throat and pulled her against my chest. “You’re so fucking sexy. What the hell am I going to do with you?”
She closed her hand over mine. “Whatever you want.” She tipped her head back until our gazes collided, hand tightening mine on her throat. She inhaled sharply, her mouth parted and eyes pleading.
If I wasn’t fucked before, I certainly was now. She was as depraved and insatiable as me.
“Fuck.” I squeezed her throat until she gasped. “Get in the bar before I fuck you again. I cannotbe alone with you.”
Spinning her around, I lowered my mouth to hers. She sighed into the kiss and walked her fingers underneath my shirt.
Her mouth dragged off mine and drifted to my neck. “Maybe I want you to fuck me again,” she whispered, raking her nails over my torso.
“Fucking hell.” Potent desire almost clouded my judgment. “I can’t right now. Get your sexy ass out of here.”
A swift smack to her ass later, she squeaked and she lifted her brown eyes to meet my blue ones. Unable to tear my gaze away from those bedroom eyes, I dropped my forehead to hers.
She cupped my face and brushed her thumb across my cheek. “I’ll have a scotch waiting for you.” Her soft lips teased my cheek with a kiss that lingered on my skin long after she strolled out.
It made no sense, but what she did—her hand on my face, a kiss against my cheek—it spread a warm sensation through my chest. Staring in her eyes like that . . . It was so much more intimate.
I didn’t like intimacy. I liked fucking.
Yet, she’d infiltrated my thoughts. As if that wasn’t bad enough, her saying to do whatever I wanted with her threw out all hopes of this time being the last. I had to have her again and make good on her offer.
One more night. No more. Danny would return tonight, anyway. It would have to be over after that, and I’d have to make that clear to her before we started. It wasn’t fair to do it any other way.
Once I fixed the stupid light, I returned to the front. Music and chatter greeted me when I stepped through the doors and scanned the room for Scarlett. I found her at a table with some of my guys, throwing her head back with laughter. My jaw clenched, and I walked over.
“Ryker.” She swept her tongue over her lower lip. “Are you going to sit here?”
