Page 52 of Whiskey Chase
He was grunting softly now on every thrust. I rocked back into him, and the swat he gave me on my ass startled me. My skin stung from his hand, and miraculously I felt the stirring inside me again. Three? Three orgasms was the stuff of unicorns and genies in bottles and a winning $400 million Powerball lottery ticket.
“I feel you getting tighter on my cock,” Devlin gritted out. He gripped my hips harder. “Touch yourself.”
I obliged. I didn’t want to be rude. When my hand met my swollen, wet clit I trembled.
“That’s right, pretty girl.”
Using my hips as leverage, he pumped himself into me.
He growled low in his chest. “I’ve fantasized about doing this to you since the first time I saw you in that skirt.”
His confession was the straw that broke my damn back. The edges of my body melted into his as my insides liquefied. I came one last time, a slow glow of molten lava flowing. Every cell in my body bloomed like a field of flowers.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Yes.” And then he was thrusting into me brokenly, grunting softly. I felt him come with me. I felt his cock release his seed into the condom deep inside me.
“Scarlett!” It was my name that echoed through the night across the meadow.
He was whispering words I couldn’t hear and rocking into me while we both rode out our climaxes. Eventually, his grip on me loosened, and then he was leaning over me, stroking me with those warm hands. Pressing soft kisses to my back.
The dark closed in around me like a blanket, and I collapsed onto my stomach. I lay there feeling Devlin above me and hearing the night all around us.
20
Devlin
Scarlett looked at me like I’d just suggested we shave each other’s heads when all I’d done was asked her to spend the night. She looked legitimately confused. “But my bed is two-hundred yards that way,” she said, pointing through the woods toward her house.
“I know, but my bed is right here, and so are you,” I insisted.
I wasn’t done with her tonight. Hell, I didn’t know if I had the stamina for another round. But I wasn’t going to go to bed without her wrapped up in my arms.
I don’t know what happened in that field. Something had detonated in my chest, and I’d gone places I’d never been before. I’d never been so possessive, aggressive. It was unsettling. And I wasn’t letting Scarlett out of my sight until she told me that everything was okay between us.
She frowned through the windshield at my grandmother’s house. “Fine. But you better have food. I’m starving.”
“Jonah’s got a secret stash of frozen pizzas,” I promised.
She brightened considerably, and we went inside.
I gave Scarlett a t-shirt to wear. I was half afraid if she went next door to change, she wouldn’t come back. So the t-shirt solved that dilemma. I had no idea that a beautiful woman wearing my shirt that came to her knees would be so sexy, so sweet.
“What?” she asked, giving me a side-long look.
“What what?” I slid the pizza onto the oven rack.
“You keep looking at me and smiling.”
“Is that a problem?”
“I don’t know. This is weird. Isn’t this weird? I feel weird.”
I turned to face her and pulled her into my arms. “Very weird. Does that make you feel better?”
She looked up at me, her eyes that soft gray. Her small frame was strong and capable. In her bare feet, Scarlett only came up to mid chest on me. She’d pulled her hair up in a wild tail. The freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose made her look fragile like a porcelain doll. A deception for sure. She was strong and delicate and wild and tame. So many contradictions wrapped in one small, sexy package.
I liked seeing her like this. I wondered if Johanna had ever looked like this, or had she only traded business suits for cocktail dresses and silk pajamas?
“You’re doing it again,” Scarlett said softly.
