Page 22 of Arrogant Rucking Player

“My son might be a fan.”

“And you?”

The silky black material of her skirt slipped to expose her thigh. I gathered the soft black fabric in my fist, letting her feel the pull and leaned down and kissed her before she could answer me. Not too rough, but hard enough. Her hand closed over mine and moved it higher along her thigh.

“Maybe. My place is empty tonight. Brady’s staying at my sister-in-law’s with the sitter.” Her mouth opened sweetly beneath mine.

It took every inch of my restraint not to push her back in the leather seat, slide my hand between her legs and find out how fast I could make her come for me in the parking lot right there.

Instead, I backed up, released my hold on her skirt and her thigh that trembled as I let her go, and kissed her gently once more. “Will you give me directions, gorgeous? Because I’m distracted as hell right now.”

She nodded as I shut the door, heading around to my side, adjusting my cock in my pants and prayed I’d get us safely across town.

CHAPTER TEN

NYLA

My key had never not fit on my lock so many times in the seven years Brady and I lived in my rented townhouse. That might have had something to do with the rugby player currently kissing his way along my neck, but I was determined to make that key fit and Open. My. Damn.Door.

Mason’s hands clasped my waist as I rallied my final attempt and aimed my scratched little key at the lock.

And missed.

His lips moved to the hollow of my throat where he sucked gently. A softclankannounced my key hitting the cement doorstep at my toes.

“Bugger,” I muttered, leaning my head back onto his shoulder.

“Forget it.” Mason squeezed my waist rhythmically.

“Forget…what?” Hell, I swore this man’s hands were made for sex. Or me. Or…something. I could barely think around him, let alone string a sentence together. “The key? I think we need to get inside, Mace.”

He laughed against my skin. “Fuck that.” He pushed me to one side, into a tiny nook—read beyond teensy space that hid absolutely nothing—until my back pressed into the alcove that stood perpendicular to the doorway. I stared down the roadway at oncoming cars and their overly strong headlights as I hid in the shadows and Mason dropped to his knees before me.

“What?” Warm, large hands drifted inside my black silk skirt, his calloused fingers pressing my thighs apart. “No, Mason?—”

“Hush, Nyla. Or don’t. Your neighbourhood could probably do with a show.”

Dark eyes glittered in the reflected streetlight, before he dipped his head and licked along the sheer lace of my thong that I opted to wear under my skirt for my date tonight.

My breath hitched, and the noise that followed, slipping from my lips, terrified me. I clamped both hands over my mouth as my thighs trembled, barely holding me up, even though I had the sense that Mason had barely started on whatever he planned for tonight.

One hand pressed to my stomach, pinning me back to the wall, preventing me from sliding down into a Nyla shaped puddle, which is exactly what would have happened if he hadn’t caught me before his tongue went back to its devious work. His other fingers stroked lightly across the soft lace, over my aching, slicked flesh.

I moaned into my cupped hands as he tasted me, licking my thighs, making a mess. Deft fingers caught the edge of my sheer thong and flicked the thin material aside. His tongue slid across my waxed skin as I arched against the hand that pinned me in place, choking on the scream as he buried those thick fingers inside me. My body lifted from the wall but he pushed me back and closed his mouth over my pussy, sucking and licking in all the right places, all at once.

Pleasure bloomed across every inch of me. I struggled to stand but he held me in place, working his fingers quickly as I panted into my hands. Thescream in my throat built beyond anything I could control. Heat gushed between my legs as I snapped forward at the waist with the force of my orgasm. He surged upward, capturing my mouth with his and swallowed my scream.

The taste of my own pleasure slammed into my taste buds as his tongue invaded my mouth, lashing at the same rate his fingers plunged into me from below. Mason pinned me back into the alcove with his body, arched over me as I came for him a second time, drenching his hand, my pleasure lingering on his tongue and mine. I would have begged for more, anything, but I couldn’t form more than a bare thought.

“Need you,” I mumbled against his mouth.

“Damn, that’s what I want to hear, gorgeous. But I’m gonna take you inside for that,” he rasped against my mouth.

Our bodies broke contact for a second as he scooped to ground level and came back up with my key that worked for him like it hadn’t for me minutes before, the traitorous thing. Mason’s arm wrapped around me as he drew me into his chest, lifting me against his hard torso. His mouth never left mine as he slammed the door behind him, and flicked the lock.

“Where’s your bedroom, Nyla?” His voice came out low and rough in the darkness, his oversized body bumping into walls he didn't know.

“Put me down,” I murmured, running my hands along his chest. “Just for now,” I added when he didn’t budge.

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