Hard Hit (IceCats 3)

God, I want her.

I need her.

I’m going to have her, and damn it, I’m going to make her feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Because she is.

I curve my lips into a large smile, looking deep into her soulful eyes. “I know there was a year-long pause in our time together, but do I come off as the kind of guy that cares about that?”

Chapter Eleven

Jaylin

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There are defining moments in a woman’s life.

I’ll never forget the day I first got my period. How I bled everywhere in my yellow capri pants in sixth grade. My first kiss with Tim Bernard and what was almost my first time with him. All of it happened at once, super overwhelming. The lump I found beneath my right breast, that’s scarred in my brain. The day I beat cancer, the day I got into law school, the day I was hired by Feliciana, and now, I’ll never forget the day that Kirby Litman looked at me and said those words.

Do I look like the kind of guy that would care about that?

I know he isn’t. He doesn’t see skin, or scars. He sees past that. But my breasts are my only source of self-consciousness. I know I’m one badass bitch. I know I am gorgeous, successful, and a force to be reckoned with, but it only takes one man, with one wrong look or one word about my breasts, and I’ll admit it—I cry like a damn baby. Though, I know good and well that Kirby would never say anything nor look at me differently. I said it for myself. To be a warning, because I couldn’t handle it. I want him so damn bad. I want him more than my next breath, and if he isn’t going to be comfortable with my fake tits and tattooed nipples, I’ll be broken.

“They’re fake, really fake, overly big, and my nipples are inked on.” His kind eyes don’t leave mine. He waits, giving me the time I need. “I just want to warn you.”

“Warn me?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t need to warn me about that. The only warning you need is one telling the world they better watch out for Jaylin Raventorn.”

Oh. Oh my.

His words warm my skin, my lips, and then he is kissing me. Now, we were close before, but I was drunk and don’t remember much. Very disappointing because, whoo-whee, the memory of these kisses is going to keep me revved up until my dying day.

Kirby doesn’t just kiss with his mouth or his tongue; he kisses with his whole body. He moves his hands along my back, dipping his fingers into each bump of my spine, and his mouth engulfs mine. He’s thick, hard, and ready for me in his pants, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me. First, though, I’m going to get my fill of these kisses. I trail my fingers along his jaw as he unhooks my bra. I slide them into his hair as his hands cup my breasts. While I got them for me, to feel like a woman, I also got them for sex. Men love something to hold on to, but to my surprise, Kirby doesn’t focus much on them.

He trails his mouth down my jaw, to my throat, and between the valley of my breasts as a soft moan leaves my mouth. He groans against my chest, kissing and nibbling on my flushed skin before he lies back on the bed, bringing me down against him. His body is hot against mine, and he feels so amazing. His chest is broad, thick with muscle, as is his stomach. I can feel his shorts hanging low against my thighs, but then he is pulling my thong down my ass, and I help him get it off. I’m not sure where the thong goes, though, because he lifts me by my waist, dragging me up his body and onto his mouth. I fall face first into the bed.

But I’m not complaining one bit.

I push myself up as he spreads my lips open, delving his tongue into me. The most glorious moan leaves my lips as he gets me right on my clit. My thighs fall beside his cheeks as he slides his hands around to hold my ass. He spreads my butt cheeks as he eats me, licking and exploring every single inch of my pussy. I sit up, letting my head fall back as I enjoy the sensation, the care and love he gives me. His tongue is rough, hot, and so fucking good against my throbbing center. When he swirls his tongue around my clit, I constrict my thighs, and he squeezes my ass cheeks apart, stretching my asshole.

It’s fucking glorious.

I hold my breasts as I cry out, clutching them and arching my back to bear down against his mouth so that I can feel him more. My heart is pounding out of my chest, I feel every fiber of my being firing off, and I just can’t handle it. Soon, I’m rocking against his mouth, needing my release now. I don’t want to wait. I want it. His teeth rake against my sensitive skin while he destroys my clit, and I come so fucking hard, no sound leaves my body. Nothing. I can’t even breathe. I see lights as I collapse once more into the bed, facedown. My body trembles, my pussy clenches, and I think I may have died and somehow come back to life.