Page 48 of It's Only Love

“Oh, shit…” he cursed, swaying slightly on his feet from the pleasure, not breaking eye contact with her as if his life depended on it. Watching her, watching him as she sucked his cock into her mouth was the sexiest thing he ever saw. He thought he was going to lose it, and he braced himself against the wall as she sucked him again.

“I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” he grunted out as she hollowed her cheeks. Holy fuck, any second now.

“Be still my beating heart,” she replied dryly, chuckling as she swirled her tongue over his swollen head, taking a drop of his desire. He would have laughed at her sassiness, but he was too far gone. She sucked him into her warm, wet mouth, and his hand tunneled into her hair, cupping the back of her neck as gently as he could. She took him all the way in, down to the base and moaned deeply, the vibrations dancing along his cock making him sway forward and thrust into her mouth.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, dazed. He braced himself against the wall again as she sucked him to the tip and back down again, increasing the speed. She used her hand to work him while she focused on the tip, tongue swirling, mouth sucking. The hot, wet pull of her mouth making him see stars and panting as he tried his hardest not to thrust his hips. She continued to moan, the vibrations teasing him, and he thought he saw movement below him. He pulled back and looked down at her.

“Are you…touching yourself?” he choked out, she released his cock, the warm evening air tingling him. She nodded, and he saw her hand moving under her skirt.

“Show me,” he commanded, her eyes flashed at him in the moonlight. She lifted her skirt up, her panties pushed to one side, and he watched her fingers dip in and out of her heat. The sound of her fingers disappearing into her wet channel brought a fresh wave of arousal and a bead of desire formed at the tip of him. He watched as she leaned forward and licked it off, he cupped the back of her head and on a moan, pushed his cock back into her mouth, she continued sucking him while working herself. Her lips tightened over him, creating a delicious, tight friction, and he couldn’t help but start thrusting into her mouth. He thrust faster, clumsy in his passion and mumbling apologies. She worked herself faster, then reached up to cup his sac, and he felt his release boil up. They locked eyes and she cried out around his cock, jerking as her orgasm hit. Then she hollowed her cheeks as he thrust once, twice, and threw his head back groaning as he started to come.

When he finished, he stood there, panting hard, unable to catch his breath. His whole body on fire and humming from satisfaction. He could hear her heavy breathing and looked down at her. He tucked himself back into his jeans and pulled her to her feet, a slow smile spread across her face. He placed a soft kiss across her swollen lips. Then brought her hand to his mouth, two fingers still wet from her sex, he licked each one clean, tasting her, his shaft growing hard all over again, he should’ve known one orgasm wouldn’t be enough. She sighed and leaned into him,

“Dean,” she whispered as he pulled her into his arms and kissed his way down her damp neck and then cupped her full breasts, swiping his thumbs across her hard nipples.

“Dean, I need...” she broke off moaning, he licked the shell of her ear and nibbled the lobe.

“What do you need, darlin’?” he asked huskily, running his hand along the outside of her thigh. But before he could reach his new number one place to explore, he heard the sound of glasses smashing and loud shouts coming from inside the bar. Dean and Christy pulled apart, looking alarmed.

“Taylor!” Christy cried, and they both ran out from behind the bar, around to the entrance in time to see Beau come barreling out the door, dragging another man with him. Beau had one of the guys arms up behind his back to stop him from nailing Beau.

“You fucking bitch, Taylor!” the man screamed, enraged. “I’ll fucking get you, just wait!”

“Call Blake, now!” Christy shouted as Taylor appeared behind Beau, looking pale and shaken. Beau shoved the guy to the ground and Dean ran over to help Beau flip him onto his front. The guy tried to get up, but Beau placed a knee in the small of his back, Dean squatted down to face the guy.

“I suggest you stay put if you know what’s good for you,” he said, a lethal edge in his voice. The playful arousal he and Christy had just shared was gone. They guarded the man that Dean assumed was her ex-boyfriend, Dale, until Blake arrived and Christy and Justine comforted a shaken Taylor. Blake spoke to Dean and Beau and cuffed Dale, who was still protesting when Blake shoved him into the back of his cruiser. He came back to question Taylor and Beau tried to put his arm around her, but she shrugged him off.

“What happened, Taylor?” Blake asked, taking out his notebook.

“He turned up, drunk as usual, and started saying shit. He knocked over some glasses when the bouncer over here escorted him out,” she said sarcastically, jerking her thumb at Beau.

“Cut the crap for once in your life, Taylor!” Beau snapped at her. She turned her blistering stare on him and he stared right back, angry sparks crackling between them. Blake asked a few more questions and spoke to a few people in the crowd before getting ready to leave.

“I’ll hold him for tonight until he sobers up, unless you wanna press any charges?” Blake asked Taylor. Taylor shook her head and Beau turned away in frustration, kicking up dirt from the ground. Dean watched as Beau tried to get his temper under control, grateful his friend had been there and protected his sister. Protecting her like you should have been. He should have been watching out for Taylor, that’s what big brothers did, not seducing her friend behind the bar.

He felt ashamed of himself, family was the most important thing to him, and he turned his back on the one person who had needed him most. He felt a hand touch his back and looked down to see Christy peering up at him, concern in those wide, beautiful eyes. He moved away from her before he acted on the impulse to pull her into his arms.

“Can you stay with anyone tonight, Taylor?” Blake asked, and both Beau and Dean offered.

“I’ll be fine,” Taylor insisted, and Beau cursed.

“Beau, can you drop Justine and Christy home, I’ll stay here tonight,” Dean said firmly, Beau nodded. Taylor tried to argue, but Dean shut her down. Satisfied with the outcome, Blake left with the promise to follow up with Taylor in the morning. The women grabbed their stuff and Taylor went back into the bar and began to sweep up the broken glass. Dean clapped Beau on the back.

“Thanks, man. Appreciate you being there, it should have been me,” Dean said angrily.

“It’s cool, dude. Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Beau replied. Dean watched as Christy said goodbye to Taylor and came over to them, but he moved away and went to help Taylor, not wanting to speak to Christy yet. It wasn’t her fault, but he felt guilty about what they did when he should have been watching Taylor.

Beau took them home and came back to help clean up, but he and Taylor didn’t speak to each other once. She didn’t even thank him for helping clean up and then Beau left, saying he would be back from L.A. in two weeks.

Dean and Taylor came to an agreement that he would stay in her cabin tonight, but she didn’t want him guarding her. He would do a drive by each night as she locked up to make sure she got back to her cabin and locked herself in. That way he got to make sure she was fine, but she kept her freedom. He lay on the couch in her living room that night and fell into a fitful sleep where his encounter with Christy was replayed from every wonderful angle, in high definition, over and over again until he woke up early, covered in sweat and aching for her all over again.

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