Page 67 of South of The Skyway

“I thought that maybe…this was worth feeling out. That you…that I should feel you out.”

“I think you’ve felt me twice and came back for more.”

I laughed, pinching his exquisite back. Which was nearly impossible, as the man was some sort of carving. What in the hell did they do out on the water? “That wasn’t half bad either.”

“Half bad,” he scoffed as we rotated again, his hands sliding over my back, down to my ass. The moment that warm palm tightened, my heart jumped up in my chest, immediately making me want more. “So. Friends with benefits, getting to know each other?”

“Maybe?”

Warm palms gave my backside a firm squeeze, and I sighed, trying to fight my libido as it slammed through my body, pooling an insatiable heat between my thighs. When he shifted so that our lips skimmed across each other, everything in me threatened to melt. He was electric; the tension between us was an instant inferno.

“Are you expecting me to seek out other women's company while we get to know each other?” His stubble was rough against my cheek as he shifted towards my ear. “Or is this friendship of ours exclusive?” He nipped my lobe with his teeth before pressing warm kisses to my neck.Mixing arousal with logic was never an advisable cocktail, even as his scent encompassed me, overwhelming my need to touch and be touched.

My swallow practically ached as we rocked together. This was too fast. We were talking about real shit too fast.The questionwas too fast.

Nonetheless, then I thought about beautiful Vallie and Josie ogling him the moment he walked in, thought of how smitten the pretty waitress had been when he blatantly only had eyes for me, and my chest constricted until it was painful, nausea simmering in my gut.

His lips slanted as he ran soothing lines up my arms. “Not gonna lie, Brex, I see that fear. That challenge in your eyes, and I want to rise to it. Let go, baby. Let this be whatever it’s meant to be, and I can show you what surrender feels like.” He slipped his fingers under the hem of my shirt, rough palms agonizingly warm against my skin. “I promise you won’t regret it. You just gotta tell me where that head of yours is at.”

God, the man was too good with his words. It’s like he saw right to the center of my flighty heart and didn’t hesitate to aim and release his shot. Not about to tell him what to do, I whispered, “As long as we’re doing this—whatever this is—it’s only you.”

“Good,” he said, tone lethally soft. “Because I have no intention of sharing. You’re already it for me, Brex. I might have lost my damn mind, but all it took was that first night.”

Fucking A. If Rhyett’s arms hadn’t been around me, those words entwined with the claiming kiss he pressed to my mouth would've taken my knees out of commission. He stopped for a moment to speak against my lips. “If you give me a chance to earn more of you, I’ll fight like hell for it. This is a start.”

When he ceased our rotation, Rhyett moved for my legs, hoisting me up and around his waist as our desire collided. I locked my feet against his low back. Giving in, perhaps, but I couldn’t stop myself. I must have skimmed over the part in my self-help book that warns against hot Alaskans and their ceaseless powers of seduction, because my ability to resist Rhyett Rhodes was seemingly nonexistent. More troublesome, perhaps, was the fact that I didn’t want to.

Sweet but needy, his mouth softly coaxed some deep-buried part of my soul back to life as he teased and tasted me into a furious frenzy. His iron fingers tightened on my thighs when I traced his lower lip with my tongue, shifting to explore his mouth as he raised it to meet mine. My satisfied moan earned a rumble in his chest that was suspiciously like a growl, and we were moving.

With urgent reverence, Rhyett carried me up the steps and down the short hallway, turning sideways to squeeze us through the doorframe to the little bedroom. All but tossing me onto the big mattress, he was quick to follow, with his rough palms scraping down my sides to peel the shorts off. I bucked my hips up for him, relishing the feel of his hands on my thighs as they branded the flesh.

Stubble rough against my belly, Rhyett buried his face against it, pressing kisses along the line of black lace before deftly hooking his fingers below the fabric. On instinct, I raised a knee to stabilize myself, but he rocked against it, swollen cock twitching with the stimulus.

“What do you want?” I gasped, remembering the hard, slick feel of him in my throat. The satisfied expression on his face before he forced me to stop.

“Just you,” he said on a harsh exhale.Oh. The man was good. My nails scraped along the hard planes of his back as he settled between my legs, rocking his hips as a hand scooped beneath my shirt.

“Good answer.”

THIRTY

RHYETT

Brexley’s bravado drew a hiss from between my teeth when she plunged her hand beneath my shorts, right where my leaking cock was straining against the zipper. She moaned as her thumb traced the slick crown, her eyes fluttering shut as she prayed my name.

“Rhyett.”

“Fuck,” I grunted, muscles straining as I fought for control over the suffocating desire to taste and claim. She rubbed taunting circles around my head, my legs giving a defiant shake. This woman could play me like a damn fiddle. And we were just getting started. “I need you, baby.”

“Please,” she begged. I nodded, stretching across her to where my condoms were stashed below the built-in table. Thank God for good foresight. I groaned as she kept working me, her movements elongating, becoming nearly agonizing as I fought the need to spill against her palm.

“Brex, baby, if you don’t stop, there won’t be much I can do for you.”

She laughed, the sound wicked and panting. “You’ll get creative,” she teased, her hooded eyes flashing with sly satisfaction.Jesus. “Come on, Rhyett, show me what you’ve got.”

I huffed a laugh, moving to pin her hands together and up, capturing her mouth in the process—fuck, what I would give to immortalize that sound. My other hand jerked my button open and zipper down, freeing my erection. Hell, it was impressive, even to me. The drive for her was nearly suffocating. Brex’s soft lips popped open, her baby blues softening into bright little doe eyes.

“Stay here,” I said, lacing the command with warning as I moved to slide on the condom. She did, dark lashes fluttering as I re-pinned her arms above her head. “That’s my girl,” I encouraged, dragging the tip of my cock over her wet pussy. A needy shudder rocked through her frame. “Fuck, baby, you're soaked.” Repeating the motion with a groan, I spread her desire to her clit, swirling, teasing, loving the way she bucked for me.

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