Bring It Home (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 3)

When she lifts her leg onto my shoulder, opening herself up to me more, I groan against her pussy. I slide my thumb up into her, fucking her slowly as I ruthlessly take her clit into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the bundle of nerves that, at any second, will cause her to go over the edge. Her moans are loud, strangled, as she slams her palm into the wall. It only makes me suck her harder. When she comes undone, the sound that leaves her comes from deep within, almost like a growl.

It’s by far the hottest noise she’s ever made.

I kiss her vibrating body, and she quickly pushes me away. I fall onto my haunches, laughing. “Can’t handle it?”

“Shut it,” she says with such heat in those blue depths. She takes my shirt and rips it open, buttons flying as I cry out in surprise. Before I can even react, she’s pushing me back more until I’m lying flat on the floor. Her eyes never leave mine as she kicks off her dress and then steps out of her white thong.

I swear, she’s like a dream, and within seconds, I’m brought back to the moment I was holding her on the dance floor for our first dance.

I’d never really enjoyed Aiden’s voice until now. I remember when he sang to Shelli to get her back after a boneheaded comment, and it was cool and all. But right now, with the low timbre of his voice as he sings “Tennessee Whiskey,” I actually love it. Or maybe it’s the way Posey is staring into my eyes. One of my arms is around her waist, while my other hand holds her jaw, our foreheads pressed together. Her hands are tucked up under my chin as we slowly sway to the music Shelli and Aiden have prepared. They must have been in a mash-up mood, because when Shelli joins in, she’s singing “At Last,” and boy, is it amazing.

I slide my nose along Posey’s as Shelli sings, and everyone watches us. I don’t see them; I see only her as the words her sister sings mean more than she’ll ever know. I don’t know who brought a keyboard out here, but hell if Aiden isn’t playing the shit out of it as Shelli sings with all of her heart. “You are a dream, Posey Rose.”

She beams, her eyes sparkling as we sway together. “Nothing could make this any more perfect.”

“Agreed,” I whisper against her lips as I bring her in closer. “Well, maybe what we’ll do once we get home.”

Her smile widens more. “That’s going to be loads of fun.”

“So much fun,” I agree, moving my nose with hers, my eyes falling shut.

“But first…”

“First?”

“Yes. I need tacos, my virgin margaritas, a s’more from the fire pit—”

“Wait? There are s’mores?”

She snorts. “Yes. And Mom got you the thick marshmallows.”

I give her a smirk. “You know I love anything thick.”

She laughs loudly. “Well, you have your hands full.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Her eyes search mine, and I know she wants to say something. Something about my mom, more than likely. Instead, she says, “But after all that and I dance with the guys—”

I bring in my brows. “Wait, what? You had me until the end, when you are dancing with everyone on my team.”

She kisses my nose. “Don’t you worry, Boon Zachariah Hoenes, I’m coming home with you—every night and forever.”

“You’re damn right, you are,” I say roughly against her lips, but all she does is laugh. In such a free and silly way.

A way that makes me fall for her once more.

I have a feeling that’s going to happen more than I could ever realize. That constant re-falling in love with her. Only she can do that to me. Drive me absolutely insane.

Her center is glistening from my mouth when she crouches down to unbutton my pants, and I kick off my shoes. Together, we push down my pants, and as soon as my cock springs up, she’s lowering herself onto me. I arch my spine, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my cock disappears inside her hot, wanton pussy. I squeeze her hips as her name falls from my lips, and she moves herself up and down my throbbing cock. I open my eyes to watch how her breasts bounce with each rock of her hips. Her thighs squeeze my waist as she drags her hands up my chest, digging her fingers into my shoulders. Her pussy squeezes me like a vise grip, and I swear she’s about to send me over the edge in seconds.

I reach up, taking her by the back of her neck so I can bring her sweet lips to mine. Her mouth captures mine, and she kisses me with her whole body. Her heart is pounding against mine, and as I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place, I know her body belongs against mine. I need it to hold. I need it to breathe. She rises up on her knees and starts to slide her ass up and down, still fucking me as our mouths move together.