Page 83 of The Rowdy Ones
“Saying hi.” I press my lips to his. “Hi.”
His laugh is breathy and tickles my face. “Hi.” He strokes a hand over my hair. “You know someone could come in here, right?”
I note he makes no moves to pull me off his lap. “Is there someplace we can hide?”
“And do what?” His cock pulsates against me. It has ideas.
“Kiss,” I say as I seek out his mouth with mine. “And other stuff.”
He rises to his feet with me in his arms so abruptly I cry out. My words are silenced when he crashes his lips to mine for a bruising kiss. I’m not sure where he’s taking me, but I’m along for the ride. I cling to him, kissing him desperately as he walks with me in his arms.
I groan in protest when he sets me down on a counter. “Rowdy…”
“Stay,” he instructs.
He closes and locks a door before striding back over to me.
I run my fingers over a smooth countertop, trying to get a feel for where I’m at. “Where are we now?”
“Bathroom.”
“Are you going to fuck me in here?”
His hand grips my jaw almost painfully. “No, sweet Dez. I’m not. When I put my dick inside you, it’s going to be in my bed where I can take my time.”
It’s sweet but not what I wanted to hear. My entire body thrums with the need to have sex with him.
“What then?” I ask, sounding slightly whiny.
“I’m going to lick your pretty pussy. I’ve been dying thinking about doing this all day.”
Oh.
A flash of Jace assaults my mind, but I quickly shove it back to the recesses where it belongs. This moment is for me and Rowdy.
“Let me see my mark,” he rumbles as he grabs hold of the thick hoodie.
I roll my head to the side and he exposes my flesh I’ve been hiding all day.
“Damn,” he growls. “It’s purple and blue and fucking huge.” He licks the spot and I groan. “You like my tongue, sweet Dez?”
“Yes.” I clutch onto his hair. “So much.”
He bites my jawbone before pulling away. I cry out when he yanks me to my feet. His hands are rough and urgent as he undoes the button on my jeans. A whimper of need crawls out of me when he shoves my underwear and jeans down all the way to my ankles. Then, without warning, he lifts me, setting me on the edge of the counter that feels too cool against my warm ass.
“Lean back,” he instructs. “I won’t let you fall.”
He moves my legs up and then his head is between my thighs. My feet are locked up in my jeans, so I can’t move. I’m at his mercy. With an arousing, yet bruising touch, he pushes my thighs up and apart, exposing my most tender place to him.
Another memory of Jace hits me square in the chest.
“I’m scared,” I blurt out. “I hated this last time. It reminds me of being with…”
My words are stolen from my mouth as a moan takes over. Rowdy’s tongue drags along my slit, wet and hot and pressing firmly. As soon as it runs over my clit, I shudder in pleasure.
“This time isn’t going to be scary.” He sucks on my clit and I cry out. “It’s going to feel so damn good.”
I believe him because it already does. The sounds he makes as he licks and sucks are vulgar. Shameful. Sick. He’s my brother. And yet, I think they’re also hot and beautiful. I clutch onto his hair, tugging and pulling whenever something feels really good. He’s a quick learner about what I like and doesn’t even need to be told which adjustments to make. Saliva runs along my pussy and tickles my asshole. It’s messy and crude, but I love it.
