Page 26 of Rugged and Filthy

And why being with this one woman seemed natural. We’d teased each other about it before, mostly during nights spent drinking our cares away. The three of us all had our issues with women, bad luck and even worse choices the reason. Why the hell was I taking this blip in time so goddamn seriously? I wasn’t the kind of dude to wallow in sadness or philosophy. Unless you considered philosophy coming from a bottle of whiskey.

As I flexed my fingers, I grinned like I’d just been given the keys to a city. I couldn’t get over the fact the Irish lass was gorgeous as sin. I also couldn’t believe she’d agreed to such an outrageous deal. Maybe she was more of a spitfire than any of us had originally believed.

The way Rylee looked at Foxx after he’d made the statement about fucking her was as amusing as the banter she’d shared with the man. I had to admit, it was almost as much fun watching the interaction between them as it had been spanking her.

Almost.

Chuckling, I headed for the impromptu bar we’d set up after grabbing a couple of bottles of liquor at one of the local supermarkets. We were determined that since we’d been tasked to help out in a foreign country during our off time, then we would be drinking on the rig. I yanked one of the clean glasses before cracking the bottle and pouring a hefty amount.

“You boys couldn’t handle me,” Rylee insisted, which had the same effect on the other two men as it did on me. Her tempting dares only fueled the fire. My cock was pushing so hard against my jeans, the pressure was enough I was forced to adjust it to keep from having blue balls.

I took a sip, barely able to take my eyes off her gorgeous body.

“Is that a challenge, darlin’?” Hudson asked before yanking his shirt over his head, twirling it around his arm like I’d seen him do when removing his hockey jersey. How many of those had he given up to hot chicks over the years?

Somehow, this girl had managed to light a fire under all of us.

He preened in front of her, taking swaggering steps.

“Knock it off, hockey boy,” I told him from where I stood at my perch.

“I think the girl doesn’t mind a little friskiness. Now, do you, sweetheart?”

The way Rylee planted herself onto all fours again, acting as if she was now the one fully in control was adorable. She tossed her hair around her head several times and all I wanted to do was fist a handful of the thick red locks, using it as a leash while I fucked her from behind. Yeah, maybe that’s exactly how I’d fuck her.

“Well, maybe,” she purred before crawling off the bed. It was difficult not to take my eyes off her as she walked liked a ballerina toward the sportsman, taking her time to gently place her hand on his chest. Hudson had already sucked in his breath as she lowered her head, blowing her breath across his abdomen. “But I’ll never be your sweetheart.” She brushed her hand all the way down his chest to his thick bulge, squeezing until he moaned.

I burst into laughter, which drew her attention. She turned her head in my direction, winking before taking catlike long strides toward me. When she wrapped her fingers around the glass I was holding, the skin-to-skin contact was electric.

“What are you made of, big boy?” she asked before tossing back the rest of the liquid in the glass.

“Piss and vinegar,” I told her before retrieving the tumbler, not bothering to look as I reached behind me, returning it to the dresser. I wasn’t expecting her complete change in demeanor, but I sensed she was trying to take control. Maybe to plan another escape attempt. She would soon learn better.

“I adore both.”

“It’s a good thing you do.” I made good on the promise to myself, fisting a handful of her hair, dragging her closer. I crushed my mouth over hers, the savage in me rising to the surface. The kiss was unlike anything I’d experienced with a woman before, her attempts at dominating the situation increasing the need for her. She certainly was no wallflower.

I took my time exploring the dark recesses of her mouth before pulling her head away. Yet she managed to capture my bottom lip seconds later, holding it in her mouth, the sucking noises instantly driving me crazy. She bit down until she managed to draw blood, the taste of copper filling my mouth. A growl erupted from my throat seconds later.

Then she twirled away, laughing as she did so while she licked a drop of my blood from her lips.

I rubbed my mouth before pulling my hand away. My fingers were stained red. She wasn’t just feisty. The woman was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I hadn’t paid any attention to the fact that my buddies had already undressed, not wasting a single minute more. It would seem foreplay was over. I yanked my shirt off much like Hudson had done, dropping it on the floor before yanking off my boots.

She flitted around the two other men, teasing them by purposely bumping her body into theirs. I could tell Foxx had just about had enough, his jaw clenched tightly.

Within five seconds, he proved me right.

“Enough,” he barked then pushed Rylee onto her knees on the floor.

As I unfastened my jeans, myriad evil thoughts stayed in the forefront of my mind. The things I could do to the woman were definitely illegal in the United States. I didn’t know about here. Laughing softly, I fought with the thick denim to get the damn material off my body. Meanwhile, while I was struggling like some stupid kid in the back of my father’s borrowed car, both men were already actively engaged in getting some serious relief.

The girl had the softest lips I’d ever experienced, even if her bite was definitely worse than her bark. When I was completely undressed, I rubbed my lip again, taking a few seconds to enjoy the moment as I thought about the couple of times we’d shared a woman before. It was a complete shame I didn’t remember the women, given the two times all three of us had been completely inebriated.

We’d been much younger then, stupid kids who thought they could rock the world. Then reality had set in for all of us.

Hell, that had been barely weeks after I’d been released from prison like some repulsive criminal. All I’d had on my mind was retaliation, Josie’s words something I’d yet to get over.

I slid my hand down to my cock, stroking up from the base. I had to admit, I was sick and tired of doing the five-knuckle shuffle in whatever enclosed space I could find. Living quarters on Foxx’s father’s rig had prevented almost any concept of privacy.

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