Page 97 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

He smelled of sweat and sex but tasted like homemade cookies and felt like a heavenly blanket. His arms flexed under her touch, pulling her in until the swell of his erection pressed into her ass.

Someone cleared their throat, and she broke away with a hot blush. Their kiss had been chaste compared to the ones shared in the alleyway, but it left a flutter in her stomach and fueled the spark of desire between her legs. She shifted, trying to contain the surge of new arousal.

“What can I get for the two lovebirds?” Riley asked, sorting out the counter as she wiped the surface with a rag.

“I’ll pass this time around.” Adrian turned them to face the counter while maintaining his snug hold and dipped his lips to her neck, brushing her hair to the side.

“Um, I’ll take cherry cola if you have it,” Ivory replied, hoping her voice didn’t betray how lightheaded she’d become. “With lime, please.”

“Sure thing,” Riley hummed, then made a face. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but you must be made outta pure sugar. I’ve never seen my brother so head over heels.” She shook her head and reached down for a glass. “This must be what he felt watching me and Raptor.”

Adrian chuckled against the hollow of her throat and left a trail of kisses that shot all the way to her toes. Did he have to do this right now?

She managed a weak laugh and prayed her knees wouldn’t give out. “I can’t imagine. But that definitely goes both ways—he’s not the only one who got stuck by Cupid’s arrow.”

Riley poured her drink with a smile. “As it should be. You’re a saint for putting up with him, I’ll tell you that. I know I’ve never been able to.”

She placed the glass on the counter, ice chinking around the fizz from the soda. “This is my official invitation for you both to come over next weekend. Then I can get all the juicy details while we enjoy some good food with our booze.” Riley cast another fleeting glance over to where Adrian had descended on the slope of her shoulder. “And maybe then my brother won’t be so distracted.”

Heat from the blush overtook her face entirely, but before she could reply, Riley turned and stepped over to the group of bikers, already having downed their first mugs and ready for refills. Ivory reached out to take her cola and cool off but froze as Adrian’s fingers inched around the back of her thigh. His other arm banded across her waist, and he nudged her forward, using his abdomen to press her against the counter.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he whispered into her neck.

His feather-light kisses deepened into sharp nips, the soft caress of his tongue giving way to possessive scrapes of his teeth. He was all but devouring her on the spot, and at this rate, she wouldn’t last long, even if he wanted her to.

“You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right here, right now,” he growled into her ear. “Spread you out on this countertop and strip off that pretty dress. Watch the lights glow over your skin and listen to your moans drown out the music as I make you come on my tongue.”

She cast a quick glance over to Riley and the others. Between Raptor’s back and Adrian’s body, her lower half wouldn't be visible to anyone else. Her chest heaved with the effort of not giving in, of not grinding back and impaling herself without a second thought.

“Don’t worry about anyone looking,” Adrian whispered. “I doubt my sister will be eager to watch any more of our affection, and Raptor knows better than to turn around.” His tone lowered to a snarl that could only be taken as a threat. “You’re my fucking salvation, sweetheart, but I swear if anyone else gets even a glimpse, I’ll damn them straight to hell.”

He slid his hand further under her dress, and she had to hold in a sharp inhale, palm clutched around her drink as condensation slid down the glass. “Are you still with me?” His fingers continued to trail upwards, reaching the seam of her panties. “I won’t give you the chance to speak much longer.”

She stifled a whimper. “Yes, I’ll be good. Just like I said.”

A low groan left his throat as he found her still wet, finger easily sliding in and slick with both of their cum. “Go on. Drink your soda,” he murmured, prodding inside her. “That’s all you have to focus on.”

Taking a single sip would be a lot more difficult than it sounded. Thankful to be pinned in place as her body responded to his touch, she tried to lift the glass to her lips. But Adrian found her sweet spot, tender from earlier, and her hand wavered. Amber liquid splashed over the rim as she barely managed to muffle her moan.

“Can you come quietly?” he rasped with a strained voice as if he was the one about to implode.

Her heart raced in a steady staccato that outpaced the music. But she could do it. “Yes, sir.”

With renewed effort, she took a sip and set the glass on the counter. Her head fell into the crook of Adrian’s shoulder as the song turned into a disguise, allowing her hips to sway subtly with the beat and her feet to spread apart.

Using the new position, Adrian moved the hand around her waist down to strum her clit and dipped a second finger inside. The addition stretched her open, increasing the pressure and sending a delicious thrill through her limbs. Her breaths came out short and punctured, her vision glossing over as he worked her body like he’d owned it forever. The pounding bass filled her ears, and endorphins sang through her veins.

She reached for the soda again and exhaled a long, measured breath. The cold condensation served as her only distraction, running down the glass and sliding over her palm. Her thighs tightened, core swelling with the strain of Adrian’s increasing demands.

He generously dealt out pleasure yet became purposely savage as he quickened the pace and tightened the circles over her clit. She bit her lip to keep from panting, intent not to let a single sound escape. Adrian’s chest made a solid wall against her back, sure and steady as he worked her toward climax. His fingers curled deep and unrelenting.

Her knuckles turned white as she brought the glass to her lips to cover her gasp. “I can’t—Adrian, sir—”

She tried to correct herself but could no longer speak as he held himself inside. Her pussy contracted around him as he pressed two fingers on either side of her clit. Her vision went black, and her body gave way. If it weren’t for his arm holding her waist, she would have collapsed as she bent forward in agonizing silence.

Only after she could breathe again did Adrian pull out, chuckling as he left a nip at her neck. “You look worn out.”

She rasped out a defeated sigh. “I wonder why.”

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