Chute Yeah (The Valentine Boys 3)

My cuddle cowboy was sweet, soft, and oh so warm. He also let me use his bicep as a pillow, and his thigh to wrap my own around.

“I want to sleep with you, too,” I admitted. “But before that….”

I began to unbutton the buttons on his chambray shirt.

His smile tilted up even more at the corners of his mouth, letting me know he was enjoying my aggressiveness.

“Yeah?” he pushed. “What’ll we do?”

“We’re going to try out my squeaky bed.” I latched onto his hand and dragged him behind me.

His laugh had tingles breaking out all over my body, and it literally took everything I had not to stop right there in the middle of the hallway and jump his bones.

He must’ve read the look on my face, too, because before I could get any closer to my bedroom, he was halting me by hooking one finger in the gap in my jeans right above my ass.

I stopped and looked at him over my shoulder and realized my mistake.

I showed him my weaknesses, and he preyed on them.

Before I could so much as blink, I had my face against my hallway wall, and him crowding up behind me.

My heart rate started to accelerate, and he paused like he always did to make sure that I was not having any problems with him being so close.

“You okay?” he asked.

I licked my dry lips and replied with, “More than.”

He growled and ground his cock against my backside, rubbing the hard erection teasingly over the crack of my ass.

“Undo your jeans the rest of the way,” he ordered.

I did, loving the sound of the pop-pop as the button fly came the rest of the way undone, one by one.

They felt like shots in the night—or loud demands in my hallway.

His mouth was trailing a tingling line of kisses along my exposed shoulder.

“Did I tell you that I liked this shirt?” he asked. “Because I do. A lot.”

He had.

A lot.

Smiling as I pressed my forehead against the wall, I said, “You told me this morning as you watched me put it on. Then you told me at that rest stop where you stopped for a stretch of your legs and ended up fucking me in the trailer.”

We had done that, too.

I’d loved it.

I’d gone in there because I’d forgotten my charger, and I’d been pulling the shoulder-baring top down so that it rode in the right place, and accidentally flashed a little more boob than I’d been intending. When Banks had followed up behind me and seen the act, he’d kept tugging until my braless breasts had popped free and been exposed to his eyes.

He did much the same thing now, pulling so slowly that just one breast popped free of the confines.

“You have.” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. “Mmmmm.”

My words trailed into a moan when his hands started going two directions at once. One went down the length of my belly toward my pants while the other moved up to cup my only exposed breast.

I leaned my ass back into him and ground against his cock, loving the wordless desire that left his mouth moments later.

His fingers on one hand plucked my nipple while the fingers on the other were down my pants, sifting through my pubic hair between the lips of my sex.

“Fuckin’ pants are too tight,” he rumbled.

They were pretty tight.

I’d unbuttoned them about halfway through our journey home today and had caught him staring at them more than once.

“Yes,” I agreed. “I should lose them.”

He stepped back slightly and said, “Do it.”

I hooked my hands into the waistband and pushed them down as far as I could get them without bending down.

“You’re gonna have to let me bend if you want them all the way off,” I teased.

With them at the top of my thighs, it was more than enough for him to get what he wanted—access to my pussy.

“That’s all I need for now,” he disagreed, his fingers now gliding effortlessly through my wet slit.

Up and down he went, coating his fingers in my need.

“So wet,” he growled.

So wet for you, I agreed silently.

I pushed my ass back toward his cock, but he stepped back.

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “I want to feel you, and I have to wear these jeans home. If you get your juices on them, I’m going to have to wash them…and that’ll take away from my night with you.”

“I have to do laundry anyway,” I tried.

He chuckled and pressed his lips once again to my neck, trailing his beard along my neck and back.

My nipples tightened, and he felt it.

“You like my mouth on you?” he asked.

Was that a rhetorical question?

Because it was more than obvious I liked his mouth on me.

So, I didn’t answer.

Instead, I latched onto his arm that was attached to the hand that was between my legs and dug my nails into it while canting my hips to urge him on.