Dump and Chase (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 1)

I take her face in my hands, tipping her head back so I can feel her lips on mine. Her eyes are open, meeting mine for a second before they fall shut. Her lashes kiss her cheeks in such a beautiful, sweet way. I’ve never watched a girl as I kiss her, but I don’t want to do anything but that now. Not just any girl either, only Shelli. Her thighs squeeze my waist, and I find that I’m shaking with need.

But then I remember something.

I pull my mouth from hers, and she mumbles for more. “You had a question.”

She opens her eyes and blinks. “What?”

“You told me to go first.”

She blinks once more. “Really? I think we have more important things to do.”

I capture her bottom lip with my teeth. “Tell me,” I say, and she shakes her head.

She hooks her thumb to the piano. “Do you play that, or is it for show?”

I’m offended. “Do I seem like one of those guys who would have that for show?”

She looks up at me with a straight face. “Yes. That’s why I’m asking.”

“Wow. Rude!”

Her laughter tickles my soul. I lift her off the counter and carry her to the piano.

“The bedroom is the other way.”

“Ha. I have something to prove!”

God, I love the way she laughs. I put her on the top of the piano and pull my slacks up as I sit on the bench, opening the lid over the keys. I realize I’m still shaking, but I don’t care. I will show her that I can do this. I press my fingers into the keys and start playing Niall Horan’s, “Too Much to Ask.” It’s one of my new favorites that I’ve just learned. When I look up at her, her eyes are wide and her lips are turned up in a radiant smile.

“Shut. Up.”

I love her reaction. I don’t know why, or even what brings me to do it, but then I’m singing. I want to impress her, and my mom always said I have a nice voice. When I look up at her, her jaw has fallen as much as her topknot.

“No. Freaking. Way.”

I close my eyes as I sing, nowhere near as great as her, but I’m decent. When she joins in with me, I open my eyes, and my heart stops dead in my chest at her beauty. She’s let her hair down, and she’s lying on the piano as her voice blends with mine. She could sing me under the table, but right now, she’s only adding where she wants. It’s beautiful, sweet, and when I finish, looking up at her, I feel like she’s knocked me straight on my ass.

“Where the hell did you learn to sing like that?”

“I have no clue. My mom loves it.”

“You’re so good!” she gushes, and I feel heat creeping up my neck. “Though, I think we have a problem.”

My face breaks into a grin. “I’m a better singer?”

She grins back. “That, and I might have to do you right here.”

“Right here?” I ask as she moves herself down the piano, her feet lowering to the bench and giving me one hell of a view of her slick, wet center. “Oh, like right here.”

“Yeah, I’m not joking,” she says, leaning forward and taking my mouth with hers. Our tongues meet as I pull my wallet out of my back pocket, getting the condom I put in it to replace the one we used the other day. I pull away, nibbling at her bottom lip. “Stand up.”

She arches a brow, but she does what I ask, standing above me, her pussy right there as I push my slacks down my thighs. I run my tongue up her center, and I’m met with the most amazing moan known to man. It should be the sound everyone hears when they look up passionate moan. I grab my cock as I lick her, and I slowly put on the condom. I love the sounds she’s making, but I also know I can’t wait much longer. Once I’m sheathed, I grab her by her hips, and she lowers down on my cock until she hits the hilt. She brings her arms around my neck as our eyes meet, and our cries of relief mingle together. I move my arms up under her knees and slowly lift her so she moves up my cock. Her head falls back as I bring her back down, my cock disappearing inside her. She’s flushed everywhere, and I want to lift her shirt and bury my face in her breasts, but she loves the shirt.

And I love it on her.

Her pussy tightens around my cock as I pick up the pace, needing to come so damn bad, I can’t see straight. It’s torture, moving her up and down my body, but I love the color she’s turning. Her face is red, her hair is wild, and those eyes are blazing.