The Worst Best Friend: A Small Town Romance

Fuck, I want more.

“There’s a bed, too. Little more comfortable than bringing you off in the back of my truck.”

“As long as it’s you getting me off...” She rubs her hips against me, gliding over my dick, making me bare my teeth. “Can we go there? Now?”

My restraint is flat-out annihilated. I want to strangle the tiny part of me that still cares about hurting her.

“You’re sure that’s what you want? Gotta give you a chance to back out, babe,” I rumble, clenching her ass, digging my fingers in so hard my blood churns. “Your last chance before I demolish you till sunup.”

Her pink tongue flicks over her lips. A teasing reminder of how well she could detonate me.

“Yes, I want to. Your place. Right now.”

I should protest—or at least try to talk it out, try to convince her we’re on thin damn ice and it’s so disgustingly easy to break through and go plummeting to the depths, but I can’t.

If I don’t fuck this girl in the next hour, I’ll need to be institutionalized.

After another kiss with her bottom lip pinched in my teeth, I take her hand and rush her outside to my truck.

* * *

My truck gallops down the backroads to my house to avoid driving past the fairgrounds and catching any stares from curious onlookers.

Dallas thrives on gossip, and letting anyone see Shel with me this late is throwing them a big bloody hunk of red meat.

Sheer anticipation torches the air between us.

If it weren’t for the crisp bite of the cool night, I’d choke.

We’re at my house in less than ten minutes and barreling inside.

Desperation consumes us.

I’m snarling as I tug at her clothes, warring to get her naked faster, barely stopping for more heady, hot kisses while I guide her to the bedroom.

I’m glad my room is downstairs so nobody trips.

We’re both naked from the waist up when I click on the bedroom light.

My pulse stops at the sight of her full, gorgeous tits. Her nipples are dark-rose peaks on pale cream, pebbled with sin, and I’m drawn to them like glistening fruit.

She arches her back with a whine, giving me access. My greedy mouth seizes one, and then the other, sucking hard so she knows how fucking bad I need this.

“Oh—Oh, West. Shit. I think you like torturing me,” she whispers, pushing her fingers through my hair, needling my scalp with her nails.

I love getting her so riled she doesn’t care if she hurts me with those nails.

“Is this torture then?” I ask with a nipple still tucked against my lip.

“The very best...”

Considering the fire seething in my balls, I’m inclined to agree.

I ease her backward toward the bed, pushing till it’s right behind her, and then lay her down on the mattress.

My mouth has no off switch.

I’m still worshipping her nipples, kissing at her stomach like a starving man as I unlatch her shorts and yank them down with her panties in one mauling stroke.