Page 6 of Wet and Welder

“You want to take me home tonight, Mic?” Mallory says, running her hand up my chest.

“I got a suite right next door,” I blurt.

She nods to the door and commands, “Take me there. Now.”

Wasting no time, I grab her hand and lead her out. Not glancing back at my men or thinking twice about the decision to take this beauty to bed this very minute.

God must be favoring the ugly tonight because this woman is a million times out of my league, and she’s still purring under my big arm as I hold her close, hurrying out of the busy lounge.

CHAPTER THREE

MALLORY

He’s huge. Must be six foot seven and all rippling muscles and tattoos. Everything about him screams blue-collar, hard-working man, yet he smells of pine, and his nails are cleaner than my own.

Mic struggles with the card to unlock the door to his suite, but the view of his back and tight ass keep me in good company. I know I’m supposed to be looking for the welding team I was sent here for, but the sight of this man made me instantly hungry. I’ve been on a handful of dates, but I’m usually reserved because they think I want more than I do. Working as hard as I have over these last few years has made me feel isolated, and I accepted it because the mission was more important than finding a special someone.

Now, as Mic pulls me inside, I feel all my hard work paying off and this reward is so sweet.

The door closes with a slam, and his dark eyes burn into me with so much hunger I forget how to breathe. My clothes feel like they weigh twenty pounds, and I want this man to free me from the confines. The confidence I had all night falls away as he grips my neck and asks me, “Can I kiss you now?”

Who is this man? This gentle giant has instantly dampened me between the legs.

“Yes.” Is the only word I get out before his lips crash against mine and those beefy arms wrap around me. His body is a fiery furnace as mine sticks to him like a second skin, wanting nothing more than to get closer.

No longer able to hold back, I let my hands snake up his t-shirt. His abs are hard and covered in soft hair. My fingers play at the hem of his pants, the erection he’s had since the bar is still very prominent and pushing into my belly. Mic towers over me but doesn’t seem to mind how much shorter I am to him. Instead, he plunges his tongue into my open mouth, exploring and tasting me like a starved man eating after a decade of having nothing.

I don’t understand the power he has over my body, but after the long drought that has been my love life, I embrace it, kissing him back harder, pulling his t-shirt up until he’s forced to remove it. His pants are next, but I struggle with the belt, making him chuckle, deep and throaty.

“Eager kitten?”

“Very,” I admit, pulling him back down to kiss my lips again. He eases himself out of his pants, pushing them to the floor and stepping out.

He swiftly lifts me into his arms and pushes me onto the nearest wall. He’s naked, and I can see the reflection of his rippling back and rock-solid ass in the mirror across from us.

Mic is strong everywhere, his magnificent cock pushes the seam of my jeans against my clit, and I moan in his mouth. My sound elicits a growl from deep in his chest. I love the feel of it on my lips and the sound that fills the room. Watching him thrust his erection against me is all too much, and I feel my orgasm building already.

But I want more. Need more.

“Please.” I plead, and Mic grabs my hips and falls to his knees.

The sight of this giant man submitting to me is heady. I drink it in from every angle as he works off my jeans. I quickly pull my top over my head and throw my bra across the room, too excited to care where it lands. This isn’t like me. I’ve never slept with a stranger, and I still don’t understand why I feel so comfortable with this one, but I do. It’s undeniable how good it feels to be with him.

“May I?” He says with those dark eyes staring at my wet core.

“Yes. Please. Fuck, I can’t believe you asked.”

Asking for consent is so fucking sexy my hips begin to move before he even makes contact. I’m a mess, melting for him against the wall.

Mic grins up at me, and without further hesitation, he watches me react to his tongue. My brain short circuits as he laps his wide tongue up my sensitive clit.

“Yes,” I mutter as my head falls back, still fighting to watch but feeling too much to keep my eyes open.

Sensation runs up my body from my core to my toes. My fingers grip his hair for balance. I pull at the silky soft strands, and he moans into me. The vibration hits hard, and I make unintelligible sounds as pleasure wracks through me. I ride it, wave after wave, as he feasts on my flesh, sending me sky-high in an out-of-body experience.

“Mic!” I scream, as he picks up speed, driving me up the wall. His big tongue plunges into me, then swipes up to my bud in a perfect torturing rhythm.

“More please. You feel too good, I want you now,” I stutter out in broken gasps.

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