Page 28 of One Goal in Mind

“Do you still have the whisky I sent you a while back?”

I nod and reply, “In the kitchen.”

He kisses my neck and a soft moan escapes me. “Go grab your waterproof blanket. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I climb off his lap, and he kisses my forehead before leaving for the kitchen. I pull out the blanket from my closet and lay it on the bed, excited for whatever he has in store for me. He returns with the bottle and two glasses, setting them on my nightstand. Without a word, he retrieves my Campbell jersey hanging in my closet and tosses it onto the bed. Dropping to his knees, he takeshis time dragging my black and white buffalo plaid pyjama pants down my legs, and I step out of them. He does the same with my black cotton panties and I’m regretting not wearing something sexier—not that he’dtrulycare. I take off my top and toss it to the ground, and he presses a soft kiss to my belly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.”

I blush at his praise as he stands and slips his jersey over my head. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease, my gaze raking down his body. He’s wearing a basic tee and jeans, but he’s truly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known. “Let me guess, you’re going to fuck me while I’m wearing your number?”

“Yup,” he replies, popping the ‘p,’ and I can’t help laughing. It’s cut short when he pulls me to him by my lower back. He slips his hand lower, squeezing my ass. “Did you buy more condoms since the last time I was here?” I bite my lip and nod. “Good girl.”

“Top drawer, next to my toys.”

With a playful smack to my ass, he releases me and commands, “On the bed, baby. Hands on the headboard. You know the rules.” He winks, and I crawl up the bed, gripping the headboard.

Each piece of clothing hits the floor with a thud as he undresses, and I can’t help glancing over my shoulder at him. True to his word, he got additional piercings. While his intention was one for each month we couldn’t be together, Berkeley convinced him to get six. We’ve only had sex a few times since he got them, and I can’t wait until they’re fully healed and we don’t have to use protection.

Russ slowly strokes his cock, swiping his thumb over the head to wipe away his precum. He prowls toward me and slides betweenmy legs until his face is an inch from my pussy. “Since we’re celebrating, you’re going to give me three, just like this.”

“Three?” I rasp, breathless already.

“Three,” he confirms, voice dripping with dark promise. “Now, sit.” He grips my thighs and pulls me onto his mouth, diving his tongue into my pussy. Using the headboard as leverage, I roll my hips, loving the scratch of his trimmed beard against me. Each flick of his tongue and moan against my clit brings me closer to the edge. My legs begin to shake, my breath unsteady. There’s no way I’ll handle three. “You’re right there, baby. Fucking soak me.” At his words, I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. My vision blurs as my core tightens, every inch of me radiating with pleasure.

“I need you,” I breathe, barely above a whisper.

“Not until I take two more from you.”

“I… I can’t. It’s too much.” I attempt to lift off him, but he holds me in place. “Russ!”

“Yes, baby?”

“Don’t youyes, babyme! My legs are jelly, and if you have plans of twisting me up like a pretzel today, I can’t take two more.”

“Fine,” he groans, loosening his grip on my thighs but doesn’t let go. “Onemore. I need to condition my beard.”

I let out a full laugh, shaking my head. “You win one game and you think you can do whatever you want?”

“That’s the general idea.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Live with me this summer.” He licks firm circles around my clit, forcing a moan from me.

“I…oh…I can’t. My job.”

“Now might be a good time to tell you they’re negotiating my trade.”

“Russ!” I shriek, but it quickly becomes a moan as he nips at me. “Wh-where are you being traded?”

“I’ll tell you once you come for me.” It never fails—he always gets what he wants. Then again, I always let him.

CHAPTER 12

RUSS

Iflip Scarlett onto her back, and a giggle bubbles out of her. Spreading her legs wide, I lick up her centre, chuckling against her swollen clit. She gasps as I press two fingers inside her, driving them deep before curling them just right as I swirl my tongue around her clit. A low chuckle rumbles in my chest when she greedily reaches for me, tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling me closer.

---