Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

He swallowed. “Is that right?”

Slowly, I moved to where he was. His sweater was a little raised due to his long stretch. “You have any idea how to keep my legs from getting sticky?”

“Jesus.”

I grinned up at him. “Well, I’m only taking my cues from you, sir. I seem to remember a few thoughts you had.” His belly trembled under my nails as I scored the light fur just above his jeans. I went onto my toes to nip his chin. “You have a very talented tongue, LC.”

“Christ.”

I traced little circles along the tight muscles of his abs. “What color do you think I should do?”

“Color?” His eyes went blind as I flicked the tail of his belt through the loops.

“I’m thinking bright, summery colors with a cool chalkboard on the side of the truck.” I unzipped his jeans and lowered myself to the metal bench that still remained in the shell of the truck.

“Ivy.”

“What? I don’t even have to get my knees dirty.”

His grip tightened and so did the muscles in his arms. Even under a sweater, they were deliciously impressive. “It’s cold as fuck.”

“You won’t be cold in a minute.”

“We’re in a fucking truck.”

“My ice cream truck.” I pulled him free of his boxers and licked his shaft. I grinned up at him. “Want me to show you how I stop any drips?”

He shut his eyes and let out another string of words I couldn’t understand.

I swiped my tongue along the flared head of his very interested cock. “That’s a yes?” I took him into my mouth and released him with a little pop. “So, what’s your favorite flavor?” I bit my lower lip as I gripped him a little harder. “Salted caramel?” I gave him a careless lick. “Or wait, is that mine?”

“Sweet bleeding Jesus.”

“So many churchy references. Your mom would wash your mouth out.”

“Can we not mention my mum right now?”

I licked my way up the underside of his cock, winding the path of a vein with the tip of my tongue. “Well, then tell me,” I took a long, slow mouthful of him and let him free, “what your favorite flavor is.”

“Peppermint.”

“Like a candy cane?” I twisted my fingers around him. “Interesting.”

“Like those sweets.” His voice was strangled.

I could take pity on him, but where would be the fun in that? I took him deeper until I couldn’t take anymore. Then I let him free with a gulp of my own. He really was an impressive specimen. “Which sweets?” I stroked again.

“The dark chocolate ones with the… Christ, how do you do that?”

I grinned around a mouthful of him. Making him forget words was very good for my ego. I made a light humming sound, and he let go of the handle above us to fist his fingers in my hair.

I took him deeper and he grunted before pulling me away from him and urging me to my feet. “Those York Peppermint Patty things.” His blue eyes were flame-bright as he kissed me hard. There was no room for niceties.

It was messy and harsh and wonderful.

Distantly, I filed away the information and let him sweep me from my thoughts into just feelings. Wild, turbulent ones that only had one outcome.

Us naked.