Page 49 of Payback
“Allie, please,” I beg, my voice barely holding on as I stare up at her and try to determine just how drunk she is.
“Roan, I’m not drunk.” She sits up and stares at me with extreme focus. “See? Now will you please shut up and kiss me?”
She reaches down and pulls her top off, exposing her naked breasts. I admit, I had a feeling she wasn’t wearing a bra because I could feel her nipples through her top all night. But seeing her bare, pale pink nipples pebbled and only a foot away from my mouth makes everything in my body roar to life.
Her hands are back on my buttons, undoing every last one while I inaudibly whisper, “Grannies naked, baby ducks being murdered, Chewbacca on a holiday, bulldogs eating oatmeal.”
“What are you doing?” she asks, spreading my shirt open and sliding her fingertips over my abs.
I prop myself on my elbows. “I’m trying to get control of my fucking cock.”
“Why?” she asks, completely innocent.
“Because I want to fuck you right now, but I promised Freya I wouldn’t take advantage of you when you are drunk. She may be a short woman, but I don’t doubt she could maim me with very little effort.”
Allie props her hands on her hips, losing all humour in her eyes. “Roan, this is me, completely topless, giving you my full consent. Seriously, why don’t you want to fuck me?”
I tilt my head and stare up into her eyes, a seriousness to my expression that wasn’t there before. “Ag, believe me, I want to fuck you, Lis.”
In a rush, I grab her hip with one hand and wrap my other arm around her waist as I roll us so she’s now beneath me. Her eyes are wide and excited as she reaches down to fumble with the waistband of my jeans. With a low growl of frustration, I wrap my fingers around her wrists and pin them above her head.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice breathy and needy as she arches up into me and spreads her legs wide to invite me inside of her.
I stare down at her beautiful body before lowering my lips to her chest to blow warm air all over her exposed flesh. I pause at her nipples, my tongue dying to taste the hardened flesh and suck her so deep into my mouth that she screams.
With great effort, I reply, “Good things come to those who wait.” I gaze deeply into her eyes that look dangerously similar to the way I remember them looking when she comes.
She groans and wraps her legs around me, hooking her ankles on my lower back. “Don’t tease me, DeWalt.”
My body shakes with laughter. “You know from previous experience that it will be worth it.” I detach myself from her body and stand to admire the view of her spread out half naked and expelling large, sexually charged and extremely frustrated breaths. Is it fucked-up that I like seeing her like this? Does that make me a sadist?
She begins kneading the tender flesh of her breasts as she rubs her thighs together. When her hand twists her nipple, I nearly give in. Nearly.
Jesus Christ, I’m not a sadist. I’m a fucking masochist.
Tearing my gaze from her, I yank my shirt off and remove my jeans.
She sits up in the bed, abandoning her breasts and staring at me while I adjust the raging hard-on inside my black boxer briefs. “What are you doing?” she asks, eyeing me excitedly like I’m getting ready to unwrap a fucking present for her.
I walk around to the other side of the bed and pull the covers back. “I’m going to bed,” I answer and slide myself in between her pink sheets even though I’d much rather be sliding myself into her pink pussy.
“Here?” she asks, glancing at the door like her cousins are going to walk in any minute and shout at us for having the nerve to actually sleep.
“Goddamn right,” I reply and pull the covers back for her to get in next. “And don’t look at your door like that. If you were willing to fuck me with them under the same roof, you should definitely be able to sleep with me.”
“Like…you really do mean to just sleep?” Her brows knit together as she finally accepts the situation.
I nod and pat the bed. “The sooner we get some sleep, the sooner I can fuck you.”
She huffs out an annoyed noise before stomping over to her wardrobe. She pulls out a blue Chicago Cubs T-shirt and yanks it on over her head before sliding her skirt off her hips. My eyes drink in her creamy legs and I stare at her ass while she walks over to flick the lights off.
My head tilts curiously. “I’d forgotten how sexy your ass is.”
She turns to look at me, her face flushing a deep crimson. “What?”
I point to her butt cheek. “I remember slapping your ass two years ago and, looking at it now, I have no clue why I didn’t chain you to that bed so I could keep you forever.”
She clicks the light off and tiptoes back to me. “You sure you’re not remembering some other one-night stand?” She hops into the bed, turning her body away from me in one fluid motion.
