Page 48 of Whiskey Chase
She wriggled her hips, cuddling against my erection, and I groaned in her ear. “Scarlett.”
“Devlin.” She said my name like a dare.
And for once in my life, I was up for it. I took my hand off the back of the stick and slid it between her and the table. It took no effort to slip beneath her skirt.
“Yes,” she sighed, stepping her feet wider.
I wanted to torture her the way she’d tortured me all night, but one brush of cotton against my fingertip, and I couldn’t slow down. There was a damp spot the size of a quarter, and it drove me wild knowing that she’d been wet the whole time I’d been hard for her. I brushed the wet spot over and over again, tracing tight little circles, and Scarlett gasped, rocking back against me. I couldn’t help myself. I flipped her skirt up revealing those sexy little briefs covering her sweet, round ass cheeks.
“Touch me, Dev,” she breathed. And I obliged.
I slipped my hand down the front of her underwear and found my personal heaven. She was wet and warm and oh so soft. I ground my cock against her, wishing I could unzip right here and slide home. I wanted her like this, helpless and begging under me while I rode her. I thrust a finger inside her, and she cried out.
Whatever was happening at the stage was getting louder. The music had stopped, and there was shouting. But I didn’t care. I was fingering Scarlett Bodine while she rode my dick with her ass. I slid another finger into her, and she sobbed out my name. I held her down by the back of the neck. Her hair falling over her face and fanning out over the green of the table. I’d never seen anything sexier in my life. Submissive Scarlett.
“Dev. I need you to fuck me right now,” she hissed. Not completely submissive, I realized with a pained grin.
“Baby, I’d love to take my cock out right now, but I think those flashing lights outside mean the cops are here.”
She groaned, and I let her lift her head high enough to look. “Shit!”
“Should we go make sure your brothers—”
“They’re fine. They probably started it.”
I let her up, and she spun to face me. Her face was flushed, and her gray eyes were glassy and dazed. My fingers were still wet with her arousal, and I wanted to find out what she tasted like. I could see her nipples through her shirt, pebbling against the confines of a thin bra. I wanted to taste those too.
“Come on,” Scarlett said, nodding toward the emergency exit.
“Where are we going?”
“To have sex!”
“Isn’t that door alarmed?” But she was already bumping the door with her hip. We made it five whole steps outside when we were stopped by a cop.
“Evenin’ Sheriff,” Scarlett said cheerfully.
“Scarlett,” he nodded affectionately at her and then gave me the eye. He was a tall man with a thick graying mustache. He looked oddly familiar. “Sounds like there’s trouble. You start it again?”
Scarlett’s eyes widened and crossed her heart. “I swear on a stack of bibles it wasn’t me. My guess is Bowie and Amos got into it,” Scarlett said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“When’s that brother of yours gonna get up the courage to ask my daughter out?” the sheriff sighed.
“Probably about the time they’re celebrating their eightieth birthdays in the nursing home,” Scarlett predicted.
“Sounds about right. Well, I’d best get in there. See ya next time. Or come by for dinner. You know we love havin’ y’all.” Again, he gave me the once over. I got the feeling I wasn’t included in the “y’all.”
“Will do!” Scarlett said. She clamped her hand on my arm, and we hauled ass to her truck while the sheriff went to restore order.
“Buckle up, honey,” Scarlett announced as she floored it out of the parking lot. “You might want to take this time to lose some clothes,” she suggested.
“You want me to get naked in a truck?”
“I don’t care where we are as long as you’re naked and doing very bad things to me.” Her headlights cut through downtown Bootleg. It was late, and the shops and restaurants were closed. She headed in the opposite direction of our houses.
“Where are we going?”
“With as stirred up as I am right now, there’s no way I’m makin’ it home. We’re gonna have to improvise.” She turned down an alley, and within a block the streetlights were gone, and the houses got farther and farther apart. We were on a dirt back road driving too fast, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive the night.
