Page 14 of Rain Delay

“Is Finn gonna bite my dick off if I take you to the bedroom and get naked?”

That’s definitely not what I expected him to ask and I looked at Finn passed out on the

other end of the couch and laughed.

“I hope not, but I can’t promise anything.” I met Rusty’s gaze again and added, “But I’ll take it as a good sign that you’ve gotten this close to me. Plus he seems to really like you.”

He shifted forward, holding me against him as he stood. My arms circled his neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I glanced at Finn as Rusty walked toward his bedroom, but my dog didn’t even open his eyes. Pretty amazing since he never left my side whenever my ex-boyfriend was around.

Rusty set me down next to his bed and went back to close the door. His gaze never left mine as he walked toward me. As he got closer, I had to tip my head back to maintain eye contact.

He reached for my hands and wove our fingers together, lifting them between us to kiss my knuckles.

“Are you sure about this?”

I don’t think I’ve ever had a man ask me that at this point in the game. Usually my participation is enough consent for them. But I understand that taking this next step could complicate things. Hell, the steps we’ve already taken could. But despite that, I want this. I want him and told him so.

“Thank fuck.”

Chapter Six

Rusty

Whipping Ivy’sshirt over her head, I tossed it to the floor, releasing the latch of her bra with one hand, impressing myself that I still have that particular skill. At the first sight of her breasts, I swear I audibly gulped. They’re perfect...plump and perky, tipped with rosy nipples. I cupped one then the other, testing their weight before leaning down to have a taste.

I teased her nipple with my tongue, before drawing it into my mouth to suck.

“Mmmm.” I groaned against her then swirled my tongue around before pulling her deeper into my mouth to feast.

I pulled back, releasing and looking down to admire my handiwork.

“Gorgeous,” I said as I dipped my head to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

Ivy’s fingers dug into my scalp holding me to her as her moans and sighs cheered me on. I backed her toward the bed. She’s a lot shorter than me and I want to stretch her out horizontally so I have full reign of her body without stooping down.

She sat on the bed and I pushed her back just enough so her legs dangled down the side. Kneeling down, I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties and tugged. Ivy lifted her hips helping me to get her beautifully, gloriously naked.

My gaze took in her perfectly-painted toes before following her shapely legs to their juncture. Neatly-trimmed honey-blonde curls glistened and would have brought me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them.

“Lie back.”

She followed my gravel-voiced command and rested back on her elbows, her dark gaze watching my every move.

I rested her legs against my shoulders and spread them wider so I could fit. Placing my hands on her hips, I pulled her forward until her pretty pussy rested right in front of my face. I placed an open-mouthed kiss right at her core before licking her from bottom to top, circling her clit, before doing it again and again.

When her hips thrust up, I placed a restraining hand on her belly as I slipped a finger into her wet heat. Her answering groan echoed through the room. I added another finger and plunged deep before curling them to stroke her from inside then teased her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Rusty.” She twisted her fingers into my hair. “Oh God.”

Her walls squeezed against my fingers so I pulled out and added a third. She’s so tight, it’s a snug fit and I groaned as I imagined how she’d feel wrapped around my cock.

I pumped faster, then faster still as my tongue kept pace on that tiny bundle of nerves, before I opened my mouth and sucked on it. That’s all it took to throw her over the edge. She screamed my name then chanted nonsense words as her inner walls squeezed my fingers and her clit throbbed against my mouth. I stayed with her, pumping slower and slower through the last flutter then slowly removed my fingers.

Standing, I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. As I went to remove my shorts, I remembered protection.

“Shit.”

I glanced at the nightstand. If we were at my house, it would be fully stocked, but I doubt Sam Sherman keeps condoms in his guest rooms.

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