Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

“About to show you.”

But before I did, I withdrew the condom I’d tucked in my pocket when I went back to our room. I hadn’t known

what this walk would bring, but being prepared was how I lived my life.

Swiftly, I suited up. Well aware she watched my every movement.

She made a noise deep in her throat as I pulled her down onto me, sliding her down my shaft. She gripped me perfectly, enfolding me in a blinding blast of heat. I drew her up and down again, faster now, and she dug her nails into my shoulders through my shirt. Bearing down when I would’ve driven up, offering just enough of a push and pull that the need inside me wound even tighter.

“Not gonna make it easy on you, LC,” she said breathlessly.

Bloody hell, this woman was unmatched.

Or worse—she was my match. Fire wrapped in sweetness wrapped in a smart mouth that tasted like pie and sex.

I rolled her beneath me on the spread on the grass, cursing the trousers and boxers that impeded my efforts. I started to shove them down, then recalled, oh yeah, bare ass, fucking outside.

What had I become? And better yet, how could I ensure I stayed this way forever?

Without ending our kisses, I shifted and rolled her on top of me, using her skirt for cover. Although her gorgeous breasts rose and fell with every goddamn thrust, so it wasn’t as if it wasn’t fully obvious what we were doing.

“Put your shirt back on,” I gritted out.

She stretched her arm above her head and rocked her hips. “This is better.” She cupped one of her breasts and toyed with the nipple, nearly making me cross-eyed. “Don’t you think so?”

It was basically dark now. Just the faintest light remained. No one was out on this part of the property. We were safe.

Except nothing with Ivy Beck was safe, and I fucking loved—

It.

Not her.

Christ.

“To hell with it.” Furious at myself, I rolled her beneath me again. She squealed at the sudden position shift and I caught her hands above her head as I hammered into her. Couldn’t. Get. Deep. Enough. I was going to fuck her straight through the condom and pour myself inside her.

No barriers. Nothing between us.

“Rory.” She curled her legs around my hips and clutched my torso hard enough that her nails practically sliced through my clothes. “Coming. God, coming.”

“Yes. Hell, yes.” I bit down on her lower lip. “Squeeze me as tight as you fucking can.”

She didn’t disappoint. I groaned as pleasure streaked through me, white-hot and overwhelming, and let the fraying wire around my control snap.

I drained myself into the condom as I buried my face in her hair. “Ivy.” Just that, over and over again like a song.

A plea.

We didn’t move for the longest time. It was the breeze tickling my bare ass that made me turn my head. And chow down on a mouthful of grass just beyond the spread. I sputtered and lifted my head, blades still stuck to my lips, while Ivy laughed.

“Crushing me. Ow. Ouch. But oh, God. You look like a cow.”

I poked her in the side and she just laughed harder. So, I started laughing too.

When I rolled over, she climbed right back on top of me. She nuzzled my neck and wrapped herself around me like a content kitten. All she was missing was the purr.

“Gotta deal with the condom,” I muttered. I couldn’t imagine the mess we were making.