Page 99 of Music City Diaries

No matter how much I ignored her, she was always there. Her smell, the sound of her voice, the way she giggled. Her shoes clicking on the hardwood, her attempts at cooking. The way she talked with customers and helped everyone around her feel special. Everywhere I turned, I saw reminders of her. From the house to the shop, to even my fucking bike, I couldn’t escape her.

And it seemed my avoidance had finally run its course.

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right,my Queen.”

I was tired of fighting her and the way I felt around her. I was tired of hearing my brothers please her and having to retreat to my room with an erection that wouldn’t go away. But mostly, I was tired of denying myself the happiness she brought me.

Cowboy and Pretty Boy had known all along this was where I’d end up—hanging by my fingernails as I tried to claw my way back to the surface, back to her.

Darcie’s face softened, her hand coming up to cup my face. Her fingers were light as they touched my skin, spreading them across my cheek and beard.

“If you think I want you to let me go, then you haven’t been paying attention, Waylon. I’m yours.”

The sound of my name on her lips was pure ecstasy. No one called me that outside of Brooks. To everyone else, I was Bubba. The big brother who was always there. The dependable one.

Darcie made me feel like a man.

Without questioning it anymore, I sealed my lips to hers as the world exploded around me. Fire and ice ran through my veins as I kissed the woman underneath me. I’d never be the same after this. Nothing and no one would ever compare to her.

Gasping, I pulled back, needing to kiss every inch of her. My beard brushed against her skin, a growl escaping at the thought of it leaving a mark on her perfect skin.

“Yes,” she moaned, tilting her head back so I could kiss her neck. Her hips rocked into me, hitting my cock. The way her hands had roamed my body on the drive here had been pure torture. It had taken the last of my restraint not to fuck her up against the bike when I’d parked.

While that idea was tempting, the image of her naked body spread out for me on my beast; I didn’t want anyone outside of my brothers to get a glimpse of her. I’d have to make that fantasy a reality at home, while safely stowed away in the garage.

Fuck. I was so doomed if I was already thinking of next time.

The world spun as I lavished kisses on her, pulling off her jacket and pushing down the straps of her thin shirt. I’d been so worried I’d have to fight all the guys in Ranger’s club when she waltzed in there without a care in the world.

“If you ever walk into another club without me like you did today, I’ll tan your hide until you can’t walk. Understand?” I growled, needing her to listen to me for once.

Her eyes sparkled as she smirked, and I knew whatever she said, it wouldn’t be an agreement.

“Promise?” she teased, lighting up an entirely different part of me.

“I’ve been holding out for weeks, Darcie. I’ve had to listen to you moan as my brothers fuck you over and over. Do you really want to go head-to-head with me?”

Her smile grew as she dropped her hands to my jeans, unfastening them and reaching for my hard cock. Her hand wrapped around me, her thumb and fingers unable to touch as she gripped my base.

“I’m up for the challenge,” she whispered, sliding off the desk and wrapping her lips around my dick.

I was powerless as she sucked me down, taking me further than I’d expected. Her hand stroked me as her mouth sucked, the motion sending me forward as I braced myself on the desk.

My legs trembled, a tingling in my spine as I already felt my orgasm approaching. Unwilling to let her have it right then, I pulled away, a pop sounding as I fell out of her mouth.

“My turn,” I growled, my voice rough with need.

Grabbing her, I turned her on the desk, pulling her pants down over her ass. Lifting her knees up, I spread her legs as I centered on my target.

Her pussy gleamed back at me, wet and ready.

“Your pussy is weeping for my cock. But first, I’m going to treat you, my Queen.”

Diving in, I licked up her pussy lips, taking in all of her cream. Moaning, I kept her legs apart as I continued to lick and suck, my tongue delving between her folds and then back to her clit. When her legs shook, I gave one more lick before pulling back.

My beard was soaked with her cream, making me harder as I imagined smelling her for hours after. The primal part of me got off on that.

Grabbing a condom, I slipped it on and lined up my cock. Hesitating, I debated if I was too big for her. No matter how badly I wanted to sink in, I'd never want to hurt her.

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