Page 27 of Claiming Ours
My girl. Fuck yes, she was, especially now that I’d tasted her.
Swallowing her delectable flavor, I spread both lips apart with my thumbs to suck on her swollen nub like I did her nipples.
“Liam,” she cried out, hand pressed against the back of my head, pushing me closer to her hot center. “Please.”
The desperation in her tone snapped the last thread of restraint I had. With an almost guttural groan, I flicked my tongue against her clit, knowing she was close. Then I teased the opening of her pussy before pushing a thick finger inside.
My cock jerked, anticipating the day I’d feel those hot, snug walls wrapped around me. In and out, I slid the single digit while driving her need higher until both legs trembled and her hips bucked into my face.
At her loud gasp, I buried my finger deep in her pussy, stroking that magical spot, making her scream as she pulsed around it. Only when she slumped against the steamed glass, flushed chest heaving, did I reluctantly pull free.
Hooded eyes gazed down, only to widen at my hard cock bobbing between my thighs. A feral smile tugged at my lips as I gripped my stiff shaft tight and gave it a slow pump.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t destroy your cunt today with this. But we’re just getting started on all the other ways I want to hear you scream.”
My needs would wait forever if necessary. Getting my girl off, hearing her scream my name and knowing I did that, was the only thing that mattered in life going forward.
9
MEMPHIS
Tucked between two colorful, though weather-beaten, businesses that lined the small downtown street, I raised the nearly spent cigarette to my lips, full focus on the familiar Ford truck idling in front of Baylee’s clinic, where it had sat for the last two minutes. With the sun barely cutting through the billowing gray clouds, it was difficult to see the two people inside the cab, making my imagination run wild with possibilities. My free hand groped at my stiffening cock as the mental porno of what they could be doing in there played on repeat, each scene even more vivid and erotic than the last.
I wasn’t attracted to men, or at least never had been before, but there was always a blistering heat that filled my veins those times I had watched Dean and Baylee making out. Now, after seeing her with the new guy, their size difference alone made it a fucking turn-on to imagine them together. Knowing Baylee was as innocent as she seemed, just waiting to be corrupted in all the right ways, added to the fantasy.
Shifting my weight, I angled an ear toward the truck, straining to hear any moans or even sounds of distress. It wasobvious last night that the big fucker was her boyfriend, or at least wanted to be, and someone she was comfortable with, which was why I wasn’t storming up to the driver’s door and pulling the asshole out onto the sidewalk. What I would do after that, hell if I knew. The guy was scary as fuck, which made me wonder why that drew me in. Anyone who watched him for half a second could tell he knew how to handle himself. It was the way he moved with purpose and ease. Add in his height and stacked build….
Damn, am I into guys?
A low growl at my side snapped my focus down to Elvis, brows pulled in tight. He never growled. Elvis was the happiest fucking dog you’d ever meet, which meant something was very off. Sitting absolutely still, his intense gaze was locked down the wooden walkway in the opposite direction of the truck. I scanned the darkened alleys and alcoves, hiding places similar to the one I stood in, searching for what the hell had set him off.
Another low growl rumbled from his chest, and he stood on all fours, the fur along his spine standing on end.
“What the hell do you sense?” I muttered under my breath, gaze flicking between my tense-as-fuck dog and the direction his head was trained. Unease filled my chest as I watched the few people dipping in and out of the various storefronts. A dangerous chill raced down my spine and had me reaching for the knife secured to my thick belt.
Lungs tight with a final inhale, I dropped the spent butt to the crumbling asphalt and ground it beneath the heel of my black combat boot.
A soft, lyrical laugh jerked my focus back to the truck, where a tiny bundle of sunshine leapt out of the cab. Her tennis shoes slapped the pavement, and she wavered on her feet, grasping at the hard metal edge of the door to keep her upright. My stomach jumped at the thought of her slipping, falling to the wet streetand hurting herself, but she stayed standing, turning to shoot a wide smile and a few words I couldn’t hear over her shoulder before slamming the door closed.
I continued to watch, hand gently running across the top of Elvis’s head to calm my racing pulse.
The truck idled until Baylee disappeared into her clinic with a last wave. Even still, the driver waited a full minute before pulling away from the curb and heading out of town. I watched until it disappeared from view, hating that she had someone so focused on her safety who wasn’t me, but also appreciating that the man was diligent in watching over her.
Anxiety about the approaching appointment had me pulling another cigarette free from the hard pack. I stuck it between my lips, lighting the end while inhaling deeply. The past month had all led up to this pivotal moment. The uncertainty around the outcome suddenly felt too much. Waiting a few more days, watching from the shadows while not knowing if she’d reject me—or hell, even remember me—was almost more enticing than showing up for Elvis’s appointment and finally knowing how she would react.
Even before seeing her picture on her website, Baylee had always been in my thoughts. It was the memories of our friendship and the hope of having her in my life that kept me from pouring a drink or returning the calls of my previously well-used dealers during my bad days while in rehab and after. If I didn’t have that hope, I wasn’t sure what would happen to me. Not that I’d ever tell her and put that pressure on her. Fucking never. She didn’t need to know that the memories of our friendship and the few times I saw her when she came to visit during college were what I clung to during my darkest moments. The thought of being a man who deserved her one day helped me get sober so that maybe I would be in this exact spot at some point, begging for the opportunity to be a part of her life.
It was heavy shit, but Baylee was my light then and continued to shine brightly even during all these years apart. Now here I was, hoping for a chance. So much balanced on this, and fuck, now that I was yards from the woman of my dreams…
I just wanted to run away like a coward.
As if sensing my building anxiety and worry, Elvis shifted to put his full weight against my leg in unspoken support. I smiled down at my best friend, finding his gaze still locked down the street, but his demeanor had returned to his happy, relaxed self. I knew for a fact that Elvis was an excellent judge of character. He hated all my so-called friends who had only hung around for the drugs and booze, and the dealers who stopped by late at night to offer a variety of fixes for any mood I found myself in. So whatever had him raising the alarm was bad.
Really fucking bad.
For that kind of reaction, I had to wonder if something or someone who radiated evil was too close for comfort. Either way, that response from him meant I needed to be on alert.
My gaze slid back to the vet clinic door, the glowing red Open sign now blinking brightly in the overcast light.
