Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)

I needed two mouths to take in all I wanted from her. Greed sliced at me, making me rough. The bra fell away, and my beard left red slashes across her water-soft skin.

When I backed off to let her get her bearings, she growled, “Is that all you’ve got, Thor?”

No bearings needed here.

I tossed the bra aside and cupped her breasts, staring up at her as I scraped my teeth over her silky skin to suck one of the tips into my mouth. I sucked strongly enough to feel my own heartbeat roar in my ears.

Her head fell back as she sunk her nails into my biceps. “More.”

“Like this.” I twirled my tongue around one nipple, then the other until the soft pink bloomed a deep red.

“I don’t want soft kisses,” she panted, fisting my hair to drag my mouth to hers. The kiss was close to violent with need. I tasted blood on my tongue. “Make me feel anything other than sad and mad.”

A pang of something I didn’t want to identify hit me sideways. Was she just using me? Did I care?

I hated that I was pretty sure I did.

But this was about her right now. And I’d be whatever she needed.

I tugged her off the air mattress into the slim space along the side of the truck bed. I turned her around until her back was flush with my front then nudged her braid to the side. “Like this?” I scored the column of her neck, my tongue sliding over her racing pulse.

I bit into the soft skin between her shoulder and her neck. The tendons of muscle vibrated like a guitar string under my teeth. I covered her breasts with my big hands, alternating softly cupping them with merciless pulls on each nipple.

Moving up to her ear, I sucked the lobe into my mouth, flicking my tongue along the sensitive skin there. She shook in my arms. “Think I can make you come with just this?” I plucked and rolled the tight little points of her breasts.

Her ass ground against the front of my jeans. “Can I make you come with just my ass against your co

ck?”

I groaned into her ear. It could happen. I hadn’t come in my damn pants since I was a boy. But if anyone could drag me over the edge without an actual touch, it would be Ruby.

Her hand came up to grip my shoulder, then slid into my hair along the nape of my neck. She pulled me closer, turning her head to catch my lips in a wild kiss. She hummed her appreciation as I continued my torture. I wanted to slip my fingers down into those leggings of hers, but now I’d thrown down the challenge.

Soft and hard, rough and gentle, I changed up the combinations so fast she could do nothing but roll her head along my chest. I locked myself down, finding the strength to give her what she needed. She shook and writhed against me. I dipped my mouth to her shoulder with a tender kiss then a bite and she finally bucked against me with a keening cry of my name.

“I need—” I couldn’t even form the words, but I had to know what I’d done to her.

My hand dove into her leggings, bypassing nylon and finally, a cotton barrier. She was so slick and hot. I pushed two fingers into her drenched pussy. She sucked me so deep I was willing to meet my maker just to have her once.

She pulled my hair again, arching her back so the last rays of sunshine gilded her skin as she rode my hand. I turned her toward the mattress and knelt behind her, dragging the layers of offending fabric away to get to her.

I pushed her down and she gave a startled yelp and went onto her knees. I pushed them apart and dove my tongue into her salty slit. She gripped the sleeping bags, her whole body thrumming like a bass guitar.

She pushed back against me, riding my mouth with pure abandon. A litany of inventive swear words colored the air just before her leg started to shake.

“Yes,” I said against her wet inner thigh. “Yes, just like that.” I went back for more. Her shoulder crashed into the mattress as she shook around me. “Ruby, let me inside.”

She cried out for my death.

“Tish,” I said against her thigh, then bit down on one cheek. I couldn’t resist. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes, dammit.”

With shaking fingers, I wrestled my wallet out of my pocket and prayed for a condom. It had been awhile since I’d taken the time to look for a willing partner.

But there was the foiled packet, hiding behind a credit card.

“Hurry,” she said and fell onto her forearms, arching her back like a cat.