Page 11 of His Own Heaven

“Pick up random women and share them.”

“You’re not random,” Toby growled in her ear.

No. Taking Lucy home with him had been a very deliberate choice. And as much as he applauded her stance on no-strings-attached sex, he was more than a bit concerned about her declaration of their tryst being for one night only.

He’d hoped for a little more. Maybe even a lot more. But he guessed they’d cross that bridge when they came to it and wouldn’t let it spoil their evening.

Sitting almost sideways on the bench seat, he held Lucy against him, nestled between his thighs. He liked her there, her weight against his body comfortable, natural, and with her back pressed to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and her legs spread, he had access to all of her. They’d not been on the road more than two minutes before Toby had wrenched her jeans open and slid his hand between her legs.

Currently his middle finger was deep inside her wet cunt, stroking the rough flesh of her G-spot and delighting in all the little noises she made, the way her back arched when he stroked her harder and faster, then softer and slower again. Loving the way her fingers dug into his thighs, the way she bit her lip to stifle her sultry moans.

And failed.

“We’re home,” Charlie announced as he pulled up in front of Toby’s house and cut the engine.

Sliding his hand out of Lucy’s jeans, Toby grinned as she whimpered. “Open,” he said, holding his finger in front of her mouth. And then it was his turn to whimper—only his was more masculine and grunt-like—as she obeyed him without question, taking his finger between her lips and sucking it clean. “Good girl,” he murmured, his cock painfully hard in his jeans. Especially now that he was imagining her sucking his cock the way she was sucking his finger. The way she used her tongue was inspiring, and the little nip of her teeth when she released him…sublime.

Helping her out of the truck proved too tempting to resist, and he ended up carrying her all the way to his front door before he put her back on her feet.

“You going to carry me over the threshold too?” she said, the teasing tone of her voice matching the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Careful what you wish for,” he shot back with a wink. Her quick intake of breath sent a jolt of lust straight to his dick.

“Hey, Toby?” Charlie said, following them into the house.

“Yes, Charlie?” Toby replied, flicking on the lights and adjusting the dimmer switch. He wanted to seduce the woman, not make her blind.

“How do you feel about a game?”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed with caution, and her gaze darted between the two of them. “Game?”

“Catch?” Toby said, ignoring her query.

“Catch,” Charlie replied with a single nod, rubbing his hands together and grinning like a lunatic.

“Uh, guys?” Lucy said, taking a step back as they both stepped towards her. “What’s ‘catch’?”

“You run,” Toby said.

“And we try to catch you.”

“The first one to catch you wins.”

Folding her arms over her chest, she lifted one brow, her expression one of cautious curiosity. “Wins what?”

“You,” they said in unison.

“First man to catch you is the first man to have you. The first to fuck your hot pussy.”

“Or your sexy arse.”

“Taste your sweet mouth.”

“Suck your spectacular—”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” she said, laughing. “What are the rules?”

“You run, we catch. It ain’t rocket science, beautiful.”

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