Page 63 of Whiskey Chase
“I feel like I should ask about the danger of bacteria in this spring,” Devlin said suddenly.
I laughed, dropping my forehead to his. I had half an inch of him inside me, and he was worried about water quality.
“Sometimes you’re too sensible for your own good.” I moved just a bit, taking just another inch. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. “And the water is tested weekly with the results posted on the secret online signup sheet. So quit worrying and start making me come.”
Devlin didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He grabbed my hips in a grip that hurt and yanked me down on his erection.
I cried out something unintelligible as he filled me. I’d never get used to this feeling. So full, stretched right up to my limit. And the pain of it was its own special turn on.
Devlin lifted his head and found my breast with his mouth. “I’m going to suck on you while you fuck me,” he said, nuzzling my flesh.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I was going to die in the hot springs.I was swamped in sensation. The sunshine on my shoulders, the warm touch of the water, Devlin’s magical mouth sucking and licking my tight, budded nipple. And his cock sliding into me like hot marble. He was a god, an Adonis, and I was the motherfucking goddess of pleasure.
I slid down his cock and rocked my hips. He growled his approval at my breast. I was riding him faster now.
He released my nipple with a pop. “Take it slow, baby.”
But I wasn’t listening. I was in charge of setting the pace, and I wanted to call the shots. I shoved his head against my other breast, the nipple needy and desperate for the wet of his mouth. I used my thighs to lift higher, drop harder on him.
Devlin’s feet scrambled to find purchase under the water against the rock, and when they did, I rode harder. He didn’t fight me. I felt his desperation in the hard pulls of his mouth. His hands aided me, their grip hard enough to bruise, and the thought of his fingerprints on me was dizzying.
“Dev,” I gasped out. Every time he pushed that blunt crown into me, my walls convulsed. I was hanging by a thread.
“Let go, Scarlett. Give it to me,” he ordered, lapping at my nipple. Then he used his teeth. It was like lightning to my core. I shimmered, spiked, and exploded. It wasn’t waves that built and crashed. It was a detonation that relayed through my entire body. He groaned as all those greedy muscles closed around him.
He slammed into me, once, twice, and then held me hostage as he came. His mouth stilled at my breast as his body went rigid. I was with him, wild bolts of release shattering me. I wished that I could feel his seed in me. I wished there was nothing between us. Then our releases could mingle inside me in a sacrifice to the gods of euphoria.
24
Devlin
It was strange to miss someone I’d known only a few weeks and weirder still to do so when she’d left my bed this morning and I’d be in hers tonight. But Scarlett had that kind of effect on me. She’d not only brought me back to life, but she’d started to drag me even further into the world of the living. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this light, this unencumbered.
When I tried to explain it to her, she claimed it was the hot springs. The hot springs were Bootleg’s answer to everything. Cold cured? Hot springs. Little Freddy finally stopped biting at day care? Hot springs. Won the lottery? Hot springs.
But I knew the truth. It was Scarlett Bodine that had me musing about my life on the new deck with a view of the lake and plans for take-out and a bonfire tonight.
My cellphone rang on the table next to my laptop. The dread I felt now whenever the phone rang dissipated when I saw the caller ID. It was hard to face discussions with my parents and our publicist and attorneys when I wasn’t feeling particularly bad about what I’d done to Hayden Ralston. However, my grandmother wasn’t calling to update me on my old life.
“Gran, how are you?”
“Well you certainly sound cheerful,” she said shrewdly.
“I’m sitting on your deck catching up on some emails in the sunshine. What’s not to be cheerful about?”
“Hmm,” she said in her you’re-not-fooling-me tone. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you found a nice girl.”
I sighed. The Bootleg grapevine obviously had offshoots that extended to Europe.
“I might be enjoying my time with someone,” I hedged.
Gran hooted. “He’s seeing our Scarlett, Estelle.”
“About damn time,” Estelle called in the background.
“Don’t listen to her,” Gran said fondly. “She had her money on y’all getting together a lot earlier. Sometimes you’re too stubborn for your own good.”
“Tell me there wasn’t a pool on me and Scarlett,” I sighed.
