Hotshot (The Bennett Brothers 1)

“Slide around, babe.”

I maneuver one leg between us until I’m straddling him in the chair. His hips thrust upward, driving between my legs and showing me how hard he is.

He leans back and whips my shirt over my head, his eyes landing on my favorite black bra and growing wide in appreciation. “Fucking perfect,” is all he says before threading his hands through my hair and bringing my mouth to his.

Our kiss starts slow, him taking his time, kissing along my lips gently and lightly, stroking his tongue against mine. The taste of whiskey coats my mouth, and it’s all I can do not to suck him in deeper for more, turning my insides into mush.

The wind picks up, and goosebumps break out on my chest and back. He notices and cocoons his arms around me, never breaking the kiss. I unbutton his shirt as far as I can and run my hands up and down his chest, feeling each ripple of muscle contracting at my touch. He grows harder between us, and I move one hand to caress him under the material.

There’s a deep rumble in his throat that vibrates on my tongue. It’s foreplay like I’ve never experienced, exploring him in the open, grinding down and gripping him at the same time. My fingers find his belt, and I easily get it unbuckled. His pants are so tight there’s barely room for me to get his button undone and zipper down, but I manage without breaking our connection. I finally free his cock through his boxers, and it bounces in my hand.

My brain screams in victory as I stroke it several times.

“Fuck.” He tears his mouth away from mine and moves it to my shoulder, while flicking my bra clasp open. He pulls the straps down my arms, forcing me to release him, then tosses it somewhere behind him. My already hard nipples grow harder in the night air, and I swallow down a whimper when his teeth skim over one of them.

Lust and need start to sear in my veins, and I don’t want to wait any longer.

“Shaw, please.” I scoot back to stand, but his arms form a vice grip around me.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to stand to take off my pants.”

He looks at me with an evil glint in his eye, and my heart skips a beat. The sound of ripping fills the space and the cool air hits my throbbing core immediately. There’s no time to react when he slides a finger easily into me, then another, teasing me with slow movements.

“Aaaaaahhhh…” I throw my head back, shoving my hips lower.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Shaw scoots lower and leans back in the chair, removing his hand and replacing it with his tip. Unlike earlier, he doesn’t go slowly. He slams into me and lets out a guttural moan, gripping my hips so hard the pressure builds immediately.

In this position, he hits so deep I shudder, falling forward and landing chest to chest. He doesn’t stop rocking into me from below, holding both our weights. I cry out in ecstasy, my body craving release.

I love the fact that this man made love to me all night and once this morning, cherishing my body. But now, he ravages me as if he’s starving. I start to move with him, thrusting my hips into his, bracing my hands on his chest. I stare at him as he stares at where we are joined. His movements grow faster, and I meet him push for pull. There’s no stopping the moans and groans falling from my lips.

My first orgasm hits me full force, and I clamp down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He doesn’t stop his assault, flashing me a satisfied grin. The next few minutes are a combination of both of us kissing, biting, and moaning until I reach my peak again. He swells inside me and lets out a possessive moan, sending me over the edge as I start to drown in pleasure. My whole body shatters, sparks flying, until I go limp and collapse onto him.

Nothing registers but the beating of his heart against mine, until my vision clears and I feel his lips moving gently across my neckline.

“Pretty sure I can’t move and we have to sleep this way,” I whisper lightly.

“I’d gladly do that.”

“I’m serious. Everything is numb.”

“Bizzy, you want to stay like this for the rest of the night, I’ll gladly do it.”

I use all my energy to sit up and face him. “I love you, Crenshaw Bennett.”

“Not nearly as much as I love you, soon to be Bizzy Bennett.”

I fall back to his chest and close my eyes. Sometime during the night, he takes us back to our room and takes care of me.

“I can’t explain it, Claire! It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. The whole team was amazing, but Nicky was unstoppable. He had it all together. When we saw him at lunch on Sunday, he was so calm and collected, you’d never know he was playing in the Super Bowl. I’ve never been so proud in all my life, except when he yanked Shaw and Mathis on stage with him afterwards. Maria and I couldn’t stop screaming.”

I continue to babble on about my weekend, raving over Nicky’s win and the chance at being a part of so many activities. Shaw had us busy the whole time with business events, but it didn’t take away from the glamour of the whole event.

“So, when will the boys be back?”