Page 103 of Whiskey Chase
I wanted to be right for him. I wanted to have his back and have him on his back. But until I knew how that sweater ended up in my father’s house, I couldn’t ask him to be mine. I couldn’t demand that kind of commitment. Not when it would mean giving up everything he’d worked his whole life for.
“I think deep down you know it,” I said, pretending his last remark didn’t mean anything to me. “Your parents know it. Your stupid, bitchy acquaintances know it. Hell, even Johanna knows it. Why do you think she was so confident you’d let her come back? They told her about me. I’ll hurt your career, and you’ll resent me. Or I’ll resent you for taking me away from my home and trying to turn me into someone I’m not.”
He’d stopped arguing, and my heart broke just a little bit.
“We don’t need to talk about this now,” he said finally. I couldn’t tell if he was resigned to the truth or regrouping.
I was relieved. “Look, the only thing we need to be discussing right this second is that when you go back to your old life, you aren’t the same polite doormat. You fought for me. You confronted my brothers for me. I expect you to do the same for yourself.”
“You want me to take what I want?” he said, low and rough.
I nodded, my eyes going wide at the change in him.
He kicked the ottoman out of his way, a show of temper I hadn’t seen from him before. Devlin exercised control in all things. And sometimes that control got in the way of real life. The only time he ever let himself off the leash was in bed with me.
“Bottling things up isn’t gonna help, Dev,” I reminded him. “You gotta let it out. You went mean on my brothers, which they deserved. Why can’t you do the same for yourself?”
“I have responsibilities,” he insisted.
“Fuck your responsibilities! Are they really your responsibilities if someone else dumps them on you?” And didn’t I know that first hand?
“You know what I want, Scarlett?” His voice was a rasp of gravel.
I nodded. I knew exactly what he needed.Release.
I reached for the waistband of his shorts.
“Get on your knees,” he hissed.
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My legs went out from under me, and I sank to the floor and unzipped him. When I shoved my hand into the opening, I found him already halfway hard. “You like seeing me on my knees?” I whispered.
His cock swelled in my hand. Oh, yeah. He liked seeing me like this in front of him. Willing and waiting.
I stroked his shaft with my hand, keeping my grip loose. He watched my every move, and I was happy to give him a show. I licked my lips and leaned in to sweep my tongue over the crown. His breath came out in a hiss. Using the flat of my tongue, I licked my way up the underside of his shaft, and when I got to the slit where moisture was starting to pool, Devlin’s knees shook.
“Again,” he rasped. I obliged, using my tongue like a weapon on him.
This time when I got to his purple, swollen head, I opened my lips and took his cock into my mouth.
His groan was music to my soul. I felt that insistent throb between my legs warm. Pleasing him made me wet and needy. I’d never felt this with anyone before. The mechanics were the same—tabs and slots—but somehow every touch meant more with Devlin.
I took him to the back of my throat and held there. He let me, a low rumble rising from his chest. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you on your knees like this,” he growled.
My thighs clamped together of their own volition. I wanted the invasion of him. I wanted him driving into me until I screamed. But I wanted to give him this more.
I fisted the last inches of him that I couldn’t get to and began to work him with hand and mouth.
Devlin’s head fell back for a moment, but when I flicked my tongue over the underside of his crown, everything changed.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he hissed. He shoved his hands into my hair, roughly assuming control. His fingers closed in my hair, gripping it until my scalp hurt. Devlin used it to control my rhythm on his cock.
He started slowly, leisurely fucking my mouth. His head burying itself in my mouth to the back of my throat. I swallowed convulsively around his girth. “Yes, baby. Just like that.” He wasn’t so slow now. I reached up with my free hand to cup his balls. I loved the velvet feel of them in my palm.
I looked up at him and found him watching me from hooded eyes. His breath was ragged, and I could tell he was close. I tugged his balls, and he winced in a mix of pleasure and pain.
