The Schemer (Harbor City 3)

Letting out a low curse, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and yanked out a condom. “You better fucking not. I’ve spent too much time thinking about you squeezing my dick while you came for that.”

“Then I don’t need these.” She hooked a thumb in the waistband of her panties, ready to rid herself of the barrier.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, his voice rough and demanding. “I’m gonna fuck you in those pink panties until you come all over me and beg me for seconds.”

“You seem awfully cocky for a man with his jeans still on.”

“It’s not ego,” he said, undoing his jeans and shoving them down along with his boxers, “if it’s true.”

Tyler was a sexy man—beautiful to look at on most days—but with the wild look in his eyes as he rolled the condom over his hard, thick cock, he was the kind of man a woman didn’t forget. Ever. Not that she got to look all she wanted. The second he had the condom secured, he spread her legs wide and looped a finger around the center of her panties, tugging them to the side.

“Later, I’m gonna take my time with you.” He glided the tip of his cock over her sensitive clit, dragging it across her folds, letting her know just how slow he planned to go. “But when you asked so prettily for me to fuck you, how could I deny you?”

It was a good thing his question was rhetorical because he chose that moment to sink into her, filling her in on

e fluid motion that left her breathless. It felt good—he felt good, right. She hooked her legs around his hips, the weight of the jeans hanging off one ankle dragging that leg down a bit. It was a minor annoyance she forgot about as soon as he began to move, plunging in and out of her. The back of his knuckle holding her panties aside rubbed against her clit. Already the tension built inside her, strengthened by the weeks of fighting as foreplay that had primed her for this moment. For him. Her hard nipples strained against the fabric.

He leaned down, pulling one bra cup down and lashing her nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Her back arched as sensation flooded her. It was almost too much, the pleasure of his mouth on her breast, his cock buried inside her, and the pressure against her clit, but he didn’t stop, gave her no quarter. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling it tight as she moaned and surrendered to it all. She was already climbing higher and higher when he released her breast and stood tall, changing the angle so he hit the bundle of nerves inside her with each thrust.

“So close, please,” she mewled, the building sensations too strong to care she was following his prediction and begging again.

His pace increased, the strain of holding back clear in his body’s tightness. “Yeah, sugar, what do you need to get there? Tell me.”

“My clit.”

He brought his knuckle more firmly against it. “What about it?”

“More.” It wasn’t a direction, but it was all she could offer as she climbed higher and higher.

“Is this what you want?” He circled his knuckle around the sensitive spot before bringing the pad of his thumb against her and pressing in a varying rhythm. “Or that.”

The vibrations started in her thighs as she met each of his thrusts, her palms flat on the car’s trunk. “All of it.”

And he gave it to her, taking her closer and closer until there was only Tyler and the pleasure he gave, the kind she didn’t realize she’d been missing, the kind she could get used to. The vibrations built until there was nowhere else they could go and exploded in an orgasm that had her calling out her appreciation. She wasn’t alone. Her orgasm had just begun to abate when he thrust inside her with more force, once, twice, three times and then orgasmed as he drove into her.

Eyes closed, legs still wrapped around his waist, their bodies still connected as their heavy breathing bounced off the concrete walls of the parking garage, Everly slowly came back to herself. Her jeans were way more off than on, her shirt was underneath her nearly naked ass, her panties were off-kilter, and one boob hung free from her bra. Tyler meanwhile still had his clothes on, only his jeans and underwear had been shoved down. Just as soon as her brain returned from its trip to Lustopia, the realization that she’d just fucked her landlord and quasi-nemesis on the trunk of her car practically in public view—well, at least the view of any of her handful of neighbors who might wander down—hit with the force of a Mack truck sliding on a sheet of ice and slamming into a wall made out of marshmallows.

Hair tousled and a lazy smile on his face, Tyler pulled back. While she scrambled to get her clothes on, he got rid of the condom and pulled his jeans back up.

“I’d offer to flip you for whose apartment we spend the night in, but mine’s closer and I want to get you fully naked and take my time,” he said, all traces of an accent washed away, replaced by that almost-but-not-quite Harbor City accent.

No matter how good that sounded—maybe because it sounded so damn good—she couldn’t do that. This was just to get him out of her system because Nunni’s warnings about men like Tyler were screaming in her head. He ran his hands through his hair, and the black strands settled back into place. Despite the satisfied set to his shoulders, he looked like the kind of man he wanted to be—one of the Harbor City elite. It was just that he’d gotten his rocks off with a woman who’d never fit into that crowd even if she wanted to get rid of every trace of Riverside that clung to her.

“I gotta go,” she said, her voice muffled by her tunic as she pulled it over her head.

He flinched. “But I thought—”

“Look, we’re both adults; it was just a good time.” She was already walking toward the door to the stairwell, clutching her car keys hard enough that they dug into her palm. “Scratching an itch. That’s all. It was what it was, and it can’t happen again.”

He caught up to her but didn’t try to stop her. “Why not?”

“Because.” She couldn’t repeat her mother’s mistakes. She knew what happened when a Riverside girl fell for a boy with blinders on to be part of the rich Harbor City set. This had disaster written all over it for her heart.

“That’s all the explanation I get?” he asked, his voice loud enough that the question echoed in the stillness of the garage.

Her gut twisted. “Good night, Tyler.”

His silence followed her to the door and up the stairs, but he didn’t. And that was for the best. Life wasn’t like the movies. No one knew that more than her.