Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

“Jesus Christ, Mo. You can’t answer the door like this.” He pushes his way into the house and shuts the door. “Please tell me this isn’t a thing for you.”

“Gotta be honest, Rhett, I didn’t expect you to be so upset about it.”

“Trust me,” he breathes, pulling me into his arms. “I’m anything but upset. Intrigued? Yes. Horny as fuck? Hell yes. Upset? Not one bit.”

“Shhhh,” I laugh, covering his mouth with my own. “My dad is sleeping in the other room.”

“Sorry,” he whispers, pulling me in for another kiss. “Guess that means I can’t have my way with you.”

“Is that what you were hoping for? A quickie?” Not that that sounds bad—I’m just not sure it’s something I can do with my dad in the other room.

Wrapping his hand around the wet strands of my hair, he tugs, forcing me to look up at him. “You and I will never be a quick fuck. Understood?”

I push up on my toes, sealing my lips over his. “Understood.”

“I feel like a teenager sneaking into his girlfriend’s house while her parents are gone.” He makes a face. “Only your dad is home. I’m thinking we should sit at least three feet apart on the couch, and you better not touch me, Mo Gallagher.” He pushes me away from him.

I laugh, reaching for him. “This is exactly what I needed. You are what I needed tonight.”

“Bad night?”

I shrug, not wanting to rehash everything. I just want to cuddle up with Rhett and enjoy being in his arms. “Long day.”

“What can I do to make it better?” He rubs his hands up and down my arms. “You know what? I’ve got an idea. Follow me.” He kicks off his shoes and leads me down the hall. “Is your room still on the right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’ll see.”

He pulls me into my room and locks the door behind us.

“You do realize my dad can’t get out of bed on his own.”

“Right.” He furrows his brow but leaves the door locked as he drags me to the edge of my bed. “You are way overdressed, Ms. Gallagher.” Dipping a finger in the top of my towel, he tugs it down until the knot loosens and it falls around my hips.

Goosebumps scatter across my body as his eyes sweep over me.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Snaking his arm around my waist, he hauls me in close. He cradles my jaw while his eyes search mine. “I would kill to make love to you right now.”

“No need to commit a felony.” Wrapping my fingers around his, I guide his hand away from my face and press it between my legs.

“Mo,” he hisses, sliding two fingers along my slit. He pushes them inside, and I buck my hips against his hand. “This isn’t why I brought you in here.” His voice is thick—strained—and the gritty sound settles between my legs, creating a rush of moisture.

“Maybe this is what I want.”

“Not tonight, baby. Tonight, I’ve got other plans.” He drags his fingers out of my pussy, circles them along my clit, and pushes back in.

His touch lights my body on fire. I moan, rotating my hips, a silent plea to keep going. “Please, don’t stop,” I pant.

Rhett’s mouth captures mine in a heated kiss. His teeth bite lightly on my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, making me shudder. I grasp his wrist, encouraging him to push harder, faster.

“You like that?” His lips move down my neck. He sucks at the soft spot behind my ear as he curls both fingers deep inside me.

My stomach clenches tight as waves of electricity shoot through my body.

“That’s it, baby, let go for me,” he coaxes, and like the good girl I am, my body follows his command.

Rhett slows his hand to an aching pace, riding out the remainder of my orgasm, but when I reach for his cock, he shakes his head.