Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

There are a few moments in my life that have left me breathless—falling off a bull for the first time in competition, getting kicked by a bull, the day Mo broke my heart, and subsequently, the moment she stole every piece of it back.

This moment.

She’s an angel, brought to Earth for the sole purpose of torturing me, and like the devil I am, I enjoy every minute of it.

Pulling her hair over one shoulder, Mo peeks at me. Her cheeks are stained the most delicious color of red as she slowly, deliberately lifts her shirt over her head. The flimsy material falls to the ground as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps slip down her arms before joining her shirt on the grassy bank of the pond, and when she shimmies out of her panties and jeans, I nearly lose it.

Her body is breathtaking, a work of art meant to be examined and explored, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets the privilege of doing just that.

I’ve seen Mo naked more times than I can count, but not once has it been like this. Not once has she seduced me with the soft sway of her hips or this hungry look in her eyes.

She’s no longer the girl I knew all those years ago. She’s turned into a beautiful, confident woman who I want to lay before me again. She’s all-consuming: the rise and fall of her chest as she turns to face me, the goosebumps that scatter over her arms when my gaze traces her body, and the vulnerability in her eyes as she comes over to join me on the blanket.

I hold out my hand. Her fingers lace with mine as she straddles my legs and lowers herself to her knees.

Her hand, gentle and steady, cups the side of my face. “There might be six years of pain between us, but nothing has changed. I feel the same way today as I did back then.” She hooks her fingers under the hem of my shirt, dragging it over my head, being extra careful with my shoulder. “And I can’t wait another second to be with you, Rhett.” She smiles. “In fact, I need it more than I need my next breath.”

“Mo.” I push my fingers into her hair, pulling her face to mine, and I kiss her with everything I have. Her tongue pushes between my lips, and we kiss

until we’re both panting and breathless.

With her forehead pressed to mine, she searches my eyes. I let her see everything—all the pain and love and happiness she’s brought me. With her hands on my chest, she gently pushes me back onto the blanket. Her hair falls forward, brushing against my chest, creating a curtain. She kisses me once, twice, and then a third time before scooting back. My boots and socks are the first to go, followed by my jeans.

I reach for my cock, stroking from base to tip, watching the heat flare in her eyes. Mo always did love watching me touch myself.

“You were right,” she whispers, slipping her hand between her thighs. “You remember everything.”

Oh fuck. She slides two fingers into her pussy, drags them out, and circles her clit. And I am fucking screwed. I’m going to blow my load before I even get my dick wet. Head back, eyes closed, and pussy glistening, Mo torments me, one stroke of her fingers at a time.

My dick swells in my fist, my balls cocked and loaded for release. She moves her fingers out of her wet pussy and positions herself over my cock. Inch by inch, she wraps me in her body until she’s fully seated.

My hands curl around her hips, guiding her. Nothing has ever felt this good. It’s like a bonfire on a crisp fall night, a cold beer after the best ride of my life…it’s like coming home.

Her body is soft and warm in my hands, and for the life of me, I can’t remember it ever feeling this good. I look down at my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

My bare cock.

Shit.

“Mo, baby.” I still her with my hands.

She blinks heavily and follows my gaze to look at where we’re connected.

She presses her knees to the ground next to me, slowly lifting herself off before lowering back down.

“You feel so good, Rhett.”

Oh, God, I should tell her to stop, tell her to let me get a condom, but I can’t. I fucking can’t. I have to.

She repeats the movement, but this time I don’t let her come back down.

“Baby, we forgot a condom.”

The hazy lust clears just a bit from her eyes, and she glances at my wallet sticking out of the back pocket of my jeans.

Pulling her lips between her teeth, she says, “I haven’t been with anyone since you, Rhett.” Her eyes drift away from mine the second the words leave her mouth.

I grab her chin and turn her face to look at me. “You haven’t slept with anyone?”