He raised a brow. “What have I warned you about being careful what you ask for?” He felt the gentle scrape of her teeth. “Oh, that’s how you want to play?”

She nodded and said, “Again!” in a forceful tone with a mouthful of him.

He’d never been so fucking hard and turned on in his life. She was a damn wanton. Looked like the all-American good girl. And the moment she was bent over or on her knees, she was anything but.

She was his.

For that moment at least.

And he would give her what she wanted.

He surged deep again, then withdrew. She moaned, and when he did it again, she bobbed back, taking him a fraction deeper.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come already.”

Holding her face, he fucked her sweet mouth slowly, and she took it. Not only took it, but moaned and clawed at him for more. She grabbed his ass, her finger nails sinking in as she pulled him closer. The sting of pain mixed with her eager sucking was too much and he couldn’t last.

“Pull back, darlin’. I’m going to come.”

She didn’t. She sank her nails in deeper and he yelled to the ceiling as hot jets shot forth. She kept sucking, drinking him down like he was her lifeline.

His entire body shuddered, the intensity of his release almost toppling him over.

She slowly released him. He instantly hit his knees, breathing hard and facing her.

“Do you ever do anything I expect?”

She smiled. “What would be the fun in that?”

He kissed her hard, laying her back in the tub, the shower raining over them. Considering how sore she likely was, he didn’t want to push her, but he needed to feel her come, make her feel what she’d just made him feel.

“Bass?” she asked, but he was too busy to answer questions.

He kissed down her body, sucking her nipples hard until she arched and moaned. The damn tub wasn’t big enough for him to get between her legs like he wanted, so he sat up and moved just enough that the water pelted her breasts.

Her nipples strained to tighter points from the lashes of water hitting them. Her wet hair splayed over the edge of t

he tub, and he spread her legs as wide as he could and rubbed her clit.

“Oh God!”

She was wet, and not from the water. Her pussy was drenched. Was it all just from sucking him off? Though he’d just come, the thought made his cock stir. Something about this woman had him thinking he might never get enough.

A terrifying notion, one he pushed aside. Because he had other things to think about, like Penny laid out before him. His prize. A prize he was going to take.

Using two fingers, he rubbed fast over her sensitive bundle of nerves and watched her arch and moan. The water hitting her breasts, her thrashing and licking her lips while he took her over the edge.

“Yes!” she cried out.

Her whole body tensed, and it took all the will power he had not to thrust his fingers inside and feel her come. But he kept them on her clit and watched her fall apart.

When her eyes opened slowly and fastened on his face, she smiled. Those two delicate arms reached out for him, and damn if he didn’t have a clue what to do. Because for the first time, he desperately wanted to reach back.

Chapter Seven

“Whose balls do you like better? Mine or Colts?” Huck asked.

Bass crossed his arms and shook his head. Standing in the middle of Sam’s Sporting Goods Store, Huck held up two basketballs while Colt showed his six-year-old nephew Alex other options.

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