Page 58 of Untamed

He’s laughing his ass off as he walks inside, but Hayes steals back my attention, putting both of his hands on either side of my head and surrounding me with his woodsy cologne. He rarely wears it, but every time he does, I soak it up.

“You look beautiful,” he says, his voice low and warm. “You wear that pretty little dress for me, firefly?”

“This old thing?” I tease. “Maybe.” I did pick it out just for him. It’s a short red summer dress with little white flowers all over it. It’s strappy but with a high neck so I don’t accidentally flash any of the patrons. That’s the last thing I need — Hayes killing someone for seeing my tits.

“Easy access,” he says, running one of his hands up my thigh. That slightest touch makes my panties wet. I kind of like how he’s touching me when anyone could walk out and catch us. He gets impossibly closer, his scruff scratching against my cheek. “Gonna let me throw it over your hips later while I have you bent over the bed?”

“Maybe,” I drawl. “But Wells gave me a little idea.”

I smirk up at him as his eyebrows draw together.

“I don’t like hearing my brother’s name on your lips while we’re this close, River. Not one bit.”

I laugh and grab hold of his hand, tugging him around the side of the building. The sun is setting, but it’s still high enough that it feels like we’re doing this in the middle of the afternoon. Once we’re out of sight of the parking lot, I lift his guitar over his head and give him a firm shove against the wood siding.

“Ooh, feisty.” He wags his eyebrows. “What’re we doin’ back here?”

As an answer, I lean his guitar against the wall as well and then run my hands down the front of his shirt. I can feel the hard muscles of his abs jump and flex under my palms until they rest on the button of his jeans.

“River?” He looks from me to where my hands are and back. “What are you doin’, woman?”

“I’m going to help you take the edge off.”

I unbutton his jeans and sink down to my knees as I pull down his zipper. His breathing picks up, and I can already see he’s getting hard. So responsive for me.

“River Larson.” He groans as my hand slips inside the fly of his boxers and tugs his hardening cock out. “We could get caught.”

“Oh, hush.” I grip him at the base and give it one firm stroke. “If you’re fast enough, no one will even miss us.”

Without waiting for him to agree, I lick him from base to tip, and he’s suddenly very long and hard in my hand. And when I circle my tongue around his head and suck him into my mouth, a very long line of inappropriate language cascades out of his mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I look up at him from under my lashes, relishing the way he’s looking down at me.

He looks at me like he loves me, and that only spurs me on. As he looks around to make sure we’re actually alone, I take him deeper. I’ve been practicing with his length, trying to get him deeper and deeper until he’s fully inside of my throat. And this time, it happens. The moment my nose touches the soft hair at his base, he moans, and his toes must curl because he goes high up on his tiptoes.

“Jesus fucking Christ, River.” He pulls me off and looks down at me. “You tryin’ to make me cross-eyed?”

“Just trying to make you come, baby.” I take him back in my mouth, working him with both my fist and my mouth a few more times before I pop back off. “So relax and let it happen. You’ve got a gig to play and a family that’s waiting for you.”

“Shit.”

His hands never leave my hair, but he stops trying to tug me off him. Instead, he takes control, his hands moving my head in time with the flexing of his hips. The gravel bites into my knees, and my clit is throbbing. It’s going to be hard as hell to go back to work after this without getting off.

“That’s it, baby.”

He’s whispering, barely coherent as he praises me over and over again, pushing himself deeper and deeper down my throat. Drool begins to run past my lips and down my chin, and my eyes are watering as I struggle to catch my breath in between pumps.

“I’m gonna come, River.” He’s panting. “Can you swallow for me, baby?”

He looks down at me and strokes my chin with his fingers.

“Swallow all of it for me, okay?”

I moan and try to nod, but he gets what I’m trying to say. He watches me through his entire orgasm, and I swallow over and over again as he finishes. His mouth hangs open slightly, and his eyes roll back for a moment. And then he’s done, sliding out of my mouth and tucking himself away as I wipe the sides of my mouth.

“My god.” He squats down and lifts me up onto my feet, taking a moment to brush the little pebbles out of the skin on my knees. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue as he dives deep into my mouth, kissing me senseless.

“Feel better?” I ask him, grinning when he blows out a puff of air.

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