Текст книги "Under Locke"

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“I don't know what I'm doing," I blurted out, slamming my eyes shut.

His chuckle was smooth and dark. "I know, my sweet baby."

I should have just given up living after that. Living, fighting, existing. All of it.

Before I realized what he was doing, his hand was out of my panties, the weight of his body was peeled off my back. Two large, familiar hands clasped onto my ankles immediately afterward, flipping me onto my back.

And then he was over me.

On his hands and knees, his beautiful, rugged face full of thick, black stubble was right there. Supple lips, Crayola Blue eyes and Uriel all greeted me.

If all that wasn't enough to grip my spine, he was shirtless. His smooth, sunkissed skin was taut over hard, carefully crafted muscles he worked on most of the week in his home gym. But then he loomed over me, without the rust of a new friendship like it'd been in Austin. Hell, it wasn’t the same from the week before after his niece’s birthday party…

Oh boy. Oh. Boy.

I’d seen him shirtless not too long ago and it didn’t matter at all because his upper body was one of those things that got better every time I saw it.

The first thing I noticed again were the small stainless steel hoops through his perfect, dark nipples. Little nipples on a muscular chest and above a flawlessly ridged six-pack. A six-pack that led to the sweet slabs of v-shaped muscles that disappeared beneath black boxers...that did nothing hide to the massive tent his groin was pitching.

And then I remembered he had his dick pierced.

How the hell I didn’t pass out would be an unsolved mystery. What wasn’t an unsolved mystery was why my mouth went dry. I’m sure that I stopped breathing. Any man or woman would have done the same.

Dex was… better than anything I'd ever seen on print or television. I could even say celestial if he didn't look like he'd work for the devil instead of the good guys. The dark and colorful lines that spanned nearly all of his upper body heightened his hauntingly ethereal beauty. Over the course of the last couple of months, I’d never seen him wearing anything less than jeans and a t-shirt at all times besides our stint in Houston and the other time we slept in bed together.

And in that moment I was thankful it had taken so long for me to see him so up-close. Each of the sleeves I’d seen day in and day out bled up and over his shoulders, traps, and pecs. Only his stomach was left without the thick black, blue, gray, and red ink that painted his skin. Uriel, his tattooed octopus, welcomed me in with his big, beautiful details and classic, striking red flesh.

I dragged my eyes from the sharp colors down to his crotch, and then back up again. I found him watching me with those heavy-lidded bright blue eyes.

“Goddamn.” His voice had taken on a husky tone that sounded like it was more than just sleep dragging it in. "In what fuckin’ universe did I think I could listen to your brother?"

Holy lord.

Apparently, even though I was able to keep from passing out at the glory caging me in, my voice had died a thousand deaths at the perfection that Dex Locke was. So I had to answer him with a shaky, nervous smile.

“Iris.”

Oh dear god.

“I'd never hurt you, baby,” Dex murmured.

Jesus. This was unreal.

I wanted him, which was bad, because I knew that I should walk away and act like a decent lady. Like a lady who had seen her mother crumble under the effects that a biker could have on a heart—on an existence. But the man above me wasn't a quitter. He was loyal and caring, and his protection wrapped me up in a cocoon that was all fire and feeling. I could live without it, sure. I could live without it and be perfectly fine, but...that sounded like hell.

I'd take it, damn it. I'd take this Dex with his awful temper that never made me doubt that he worried and cared though he didn't know how to handle himself most of the time. My body decided to compromise and accept the reality of the tattoos and the focus of the blue eyes that were hooking me in.

Dex watched me caught like a deer in the headlights, unmoving and scared. The lines of his body were my siren’s song, keeping me in his web as he stayed in place so still. His abs, his biceps, his muscular thighs—which I quickly appreciated in a sweeping gaze—all called to me.

He snagged my wrist with one hand, gripping the back of my neck with his other. The heat from his body radiated through my clothes, through the foot of distance between us. It didn’t help that I could smell that distinct Dex scent more closely than ever before.

“Knew the moment I saw you, standin' outside the shop, scared, that you were an innocent little thing. So sweet. So good." He lowered his head to take my chin between his teeth. "You got no idea what it's like for you to give me your trust, Ritz. If I was a good man I'd tell you to find somebody better, somebody that won't lose their shit over an asshole eye fuckin' you."

His tongue traced the oval shape of my chin. "But I'm not a good man, and I'm gonna take everythin' you want to give me and everythin' you don't."

Strike me dead. Dead, dead, dead.

His voice was so gruff and raw, the effect was like having a million Christmas tree lights lit along my nerves. And his words. Holy crap. My brain cells couldn’t even process what he was saying without making me lose my breath.

Dex’s forehead touched mine gently, as if he could sense the emotion bubbling inside of me. “I want it all, baby.”

My breath was shuddered on an exhale, looking up at the rugged beauty of Dex’s perfectly shaped mouth just centimeters away from me. “Why?” I had to remind him.

“Why?” he asked in that milky, warm tone.

“I don't get why you like me. I'm not your type.” Because that was my only defense. I’d never wanted anything, let alone anyone the way I wanted this tattooed, brusque man. But a huge part of me was really worried about why he’d latched onto me.

He chuckled deep. “Fishin' for compliments again?” His warm breath washed over my lips.

"No."

I could feel him smile against me. “'Course not," he murmured, biting my bottom lip. "Where do you want me to start, baby? You wanna know what I like about you besides that sweet ass? And those legs in your little white shorts?”

His lips touched the corner of my mouth in a brush. “You’ve got the prettiest face I’ve ever seen.” His lips skimmed my jawline, his breath was hot but it gave me goosebumps. “And that smile you give me when you’re givin’ me shit? A fuckin’ smile’s the last thing I’d ever give a shit about before I met you.“ There was a high possibility that he tapped the tip of his tongue against my jawline because I may have made some sort of weird noise in response. “But you crack me up like nobody else. I like that the most.” Dex made a noise in his throat. “Maybe."

I was flailing on the inside. Flailing and dying over and over again. I dropped my head back and looked at the headboard. “You’re too much.”

A soft laugh made its way out of his throat. “I kinda think you’re a treasure.”

That was the breaking point.

I didn’t care anymore. He was my boss, my brother's friend, a Widow, an ex-felon, and a man that I'd seen casually with other women. But he was everything that gripped me, both the good and the bad. Worst case scenario if things turned awkward between us, I could go somewhere else. I’d gotten over epic heartbreak before, one more wouldn’t kill me.

I hoped.

What did I have to lose besides continuing to live my life with carefully constructed walls?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I had to hoard all of my guts and resolve together before pressing my lips to his top one. It was a slow mold, easy. Nerves ate at the lining of my stomach anyway as I pulled my mouth just far back enough to kiss his bottom lip in the same way. Two of mine for each one of his.

I did it again. Kissing his first lip, then his bottom. Easy, chaste kisses that Dex waited patiently through. The kinds of kisses he’d probably outgrown in elementary school.  I had just licked my lips with every intention of kissing him again when he pursed his in response, kissing me back with that soft puckered mouth. Soft, soft, soft. His mouth touched my top lip then my bottom. One corner of my mouth, then the other.

Those kisses were everything that our other two weren’t. Exploratory in a way that made me feel breathless and restless. They were sweet and patient up until he started sucking one lip and then the other between his. Because after that, they got wet. Slow and sensual. Dex slanted his mouth, slipping his tongue in with so much stealth I didn’t realize it until it brushed against mine.

I whimpered as his arm slid around my back. He dropped his weight until we were flush. My breasts to his chest, stomach to stomach, groin to groin. With only the barrier of my thermal shirt, our underwear, and the thin shorts I slept in, I could feel every inch of him. That included the hard nudge of one of his nipple rings against my bra-less breast.

Holy crap.

I’d been kissed before and in between those kisses, I’d put my hand and mouth on one of my two boyfriends. So out of those few times, those few kisses, the porn I'd watched, and the romance novels I'd read, I had a general idea what things were supposed to be like. But with Dex, and his hot insistent mouth, strong, possessive hands, and hard, tattooed, and angelically endowed body, I felt like I’d graduated from high school to college. Better yet, from high school straight to graduate school.

My hands had somehow managed to find their way to Dex’s waist as his controlling mouth took over. My fingers curled into the hard muscle that cushioned his hips.

I felt fingers around my waist start to drift lower, slowly gripping the hem of my thermal. I panicked just a little, ready to stop him if he tried to pull my shirt off. I wasn’t built spectacularly. I’d always considered myself pretty average by most standards. My stomach was pretty flat, and my skin was dotted with the occasional freckle.

I was okay, my body was okay, but I wasn't ready for him to know about my arm. Not yet.

So even though I knew I wasn’t shaped like a model or a bombshell, like I envisioned Dex might have been used to from what I'd seen him with before, I wasn’t too insecure. But he tugged my shirt up, up, up. Over my belly-button, over my ribs, and over my breasts until he stopped. Thank you, thank you, thank you. He stopped, bunching my shirt just underneath my collarbones. But as Dex’s eyes landed on my bare upper body, trailing a hot path over my clavicles and landing specifically and what seemed like permanently on my breasts, I got a little self-conscious but not enough to cover myself.

With a sigh, he grazed the backs of his fingers over my nipples making them pucker immediately. Dex’s other hand reached up so that his thumb rested directly beneath a swell. He tested the weight of it by lifting his finger. “Iris," he said, drawing out the consonant in a hiss.

“Mmm?”

The backs of his fingers brushed over my nipple again. “Perfect, baby.” He muttered, pinching the tightened peak with his thumb and index finger, making me gasp at the sensation. “Love your pretty tits.”

I was on the verge of telling him thank you for a compliment I’m sure he was being too free with, when his head dipped down and his lips pursed around the nipple he’d squeezed. He sucked the little bud softly, tongue laving over it each time.

Dex’s mouth opened wider, taking in as much of my soft flesh as he could. With his teeth and lips, he nipped, sucked, and lapped over and over again.

All I could think was holy friggin’ shit.

Iridescent blue eyes were open and taking my face in with each tug of his hard sucks, and if what he was doing wasn’t the hottest thing in the history of the world, then Dex watching me while he did it, was. These whimpering noises deep in the back of his throat vibrated through me, turning me on just as much as what he was doing was.

I was mumbling stuff that made no sense. A mix of “Dex…God…Dex…shit,” and words in between that were the opposite of logical.

His breath was hot across my chest as he moved to bite my other nipple gently. I wanted to touch him before I burned to death from the intensity of our contact. My hands moved to cup his head, his shoulders. A back-and-forth trek that had me grazing over the short, silky ends of his messy, sleepy dark hair.

His mouth finally pulled away from my chest after a lazy lap at each wet nipple. Dex’s heavy eyes were on me, lips slightly parted before his mouth was on mine again, taking all of me without a second thought as his hand cupped over my shorts. His fingers slipped up one of my legs, pulling my bottoms and underwear to the side, his pads grazing over the seam of my sex.

He made a husky, raw noise in his throat. “Jesus,” he murmured over my mouth, fingertips grazing over the moist line of my lower body.

I was too turned on to care that I was, in fact, really wet, and too wrapped up in my own little world to care that I had a damp spot on my underwear to tell that story. And that little—or maybe not so little—spot was held captive by Dex’s palm.

All of his fingers except his thumb fell away, leaving his thickest digit to brush lightly along the slit. “You’re so hot, baby.”

Holy crap. Holy crap.

Dex swept his thumb over me again and again. He didn’t ask for permission when his index finger spread me wide, his thumb brushing over me once more with a feather-light touch.

Oh my sweet lord. Holy craaaaap.

I dropped my head to the pillow below me, breathing hard as he parted me open, letting the heat of his hand sweep over me. “Iris, Iris, Iris,” he chanted, one of his fingers grazing directly between my legs before continuing its path lower until the tip of a long finger dipped into me. Then dipped deeper. Dex’s eyes closed before he slid it gradually completely inside, palm flush against my outer flesh.

I panted. There wasn’t anything else to do besides call him God, or moan and beg him to do whatever he wanted except stop. What had I been so scared of? Someone please tell me. It felt like drowning and being born at the same time. He pulled his finger out slowly, the crease between his eyebrows furrowing with the movement before he slid it back in completely with a husky groan.

"Fuck," he drawled like he was in pain. Those bright blue eyes made a trek from the center of my body up to my face, heavy and horny, the weight of Dex’s gaze was crushing. His normally smooth skin was flushed pink. Fingers massaged the slick channel they’d buried themselves in and I couldn’t help but gasp.

Dex’s bottom lip dropped just an inch, his breathing hard. “You like that, baby?”

By some friggin miracle, I managed to tip my head down once in agreement, earning a lick across my collarbone from Dex.

His fingers made a slow withdrawal, the pads grazing something incredibly sensitive and so unbelievably amazing. He circled over the same spot again and I might have made some kind of choking noise.

“So fuckin’ hot.” The relentless beast repeated the motion over and over again, as I squirmed against his hand, some part of me wanting and needing more and more and more. I arched my back and wiggled my hips in reaction. What did Dex do? He groaned, his breathing getting heavier. “You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna finger you all day, babe.”

Then he started turning his fingers as his mouth latched onto my throat, kissing me, sucking at me, breathing on me. I had my back arched against him when I spread my legs wider. He slowly slid another finger inside right then, creating that same line of dangerous movement that made my thighs shake with anticipation and my insides sting with the invasion of Dex's digits.

He swallowed hard as he pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before easing them back in. Dex shook his head, licked his lip. "You're ruinin' me, babe."

I pushed my hips down greedily, loving the way he felt stretching me. Any desire to be modest just kind of flew out the window. “Dex.”

He groaned, tilting his head to look right in my eyes as his movement sped up. His fingers scissored, his palm grinding against the start of my slit with each sinking thrust of his digits. Dex’s eyes were dark, his shoulders tense as he fingered me.

“You gonna come on my hand, baby?” he asked in a rough voice. His body was tight and coiled over me, and I think he might have started sweating but I was too selfish to be sure.

I swallowed and nodded, dragging my eyes down the colorful slope of his detailed chest to land on the bulge beneath his boxers that had gotten bigger in no time. Some deeply possessive, sexual part of me wanted to touch him. My skills might not be anything to brag about, but how hard could it be? My boyfriend in high school had come in his pants just from dry-humping each other.

Okay, well, it was completely different but still. I’d seen enough porn even if my one-on-one experience wasn’t something confident-worthy. My hands shook just a little from nerves.

So I told that part of my brain to go to sleep a second before reaching forward to dip my fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging the elastic down low enough so that the broad, blunt head of his cock peeped out. The plum-shaped, deep pink head that was missing a piercing.

Yeah, I didn't care, and I wasn't exactly disappointed. Dex shucked his boxers the rest of the way down his hips and long legs, watching my face as his—holy-mother-of-all-that-is-magnificent.

He did have a piercing. Dear sweet lord, he had a pubic piercing.

A surface bar was threaded through the root of his long shaft, two tiny studs dotting the base like the most elegant and erotic jewelry ever.

I could hear angels setting off beautiful bells in my head at the sight. There was a chance I whispered, "Wow," but I really hoped not.

Because strike me dead, I had seen the light.  And that light was eight inches, veiny, and the cutest shade of pink. You know, if a monster of a pink dick could be considered cute.

Some tricky part of my brain chanted, “Grab it, grab it!” While the other half, the logical one, stayed silent, egging me on its quietness to wrap my hand around the thick girth. My fingers just barely closed around him, but his dick jumped when I squeezed the hard flesh lightly. He was so much heavier and hotter than I ever could have imagined.

I should have known right then, when my mouth started watering with anticipation, that there was something special, something different with Dex. What the hell had come over me? I felt unprepared for what I wanted to do—and I didn't want to disappoint him by sucking at it—literally. But what did it matter? I could figure it out. If I did something wrong, he wouldn’t hesitate to correct me and I wasn’t planning on asking him beforehand. As it was, I already had ‘virgin moron’ tattooed on my forehead.

His fingers slipped out of me as I tried to push him onto his back. Moving onto my hands and knees in the same position he'd been in before, I chanced a glance up at his face, angling my body perpendicular to his. His expression was tight, ruthless, and so heavy with lust it choked me. The urge to remind him I was relatively inexperienced clutched at me but I flicked it away and took a deep breath.

I could do this, damn it.

I could do it.

It was with that motivation in mind that I lowered my mouth over the hot, mushroomed tip of his cock, sucking the head leisurely. Just like a lollipop, Ris.

A big, thick lollipop. Well, that thought made me way too excited, as I dragged my tongue down the thick vein of his dick. The rumbling groan that escaped Dex's chest had me licking faster, curling my lips over the swollen head. Watch the teeth, watch the teeth, and suck.

“Fuck!” He rolled his hips, shoving himself deeper into my mouth on instinct. I gagged for a second and slid him back out, pressing my tongue against the bulging vein on the underside of his thick tip like I'd read about other women doing. I mean, he seemed really into it so I couldn't be doing that bad of a job, right?

I sensed a brush of his hand against the place between my legs as I gave him a long, experimental lick that had him bucking his hips again.

There was no way in hell I could think, much less talk, as two fingers sank inside me, pressing into me even deeper than before. It was rough, and just a little bit painful for a moment as he pushed in and out, slowly at first but gaining speed with each pass. The uncomfortable sensation was replaced by pleasure too quickly. The rougher the movement, the more of him I tried to swallow down, sucking hard around him.

"Fuck!" he yelled, fingering me so quickly I could hear the wet slapping of his movements.

Holy, holy, holy crap. A tingle started in my lower stomach, bursting hot over every inch of my stomach and legs.  His palm ground against my clit before his scissoring fingers sped up.  A moment later, the sensation deep in the pit of my belly exploded, and a climax that I never would have been able to anticipate, took over my body. My insides were clenching, my thighs trembled, and I cried out Dex’s name like an inadequate thank you on my hand and knees, his dick slapping against his flat stomach after slipping out of my mouth.

His free hand was on my cheek as he sat up, stroking it gently, kissing the corners of my mouth as I came back to Earth when he leaned in. Dex’s fingers were still in me, their pump languid and fluid while I quivered around him.

Part of me expected Dex to have a smirk on his face, or something equally arrogant, but when I finally had the strength to look, his expression was dark and untethered. I smiled at him, drunk off my high and more sated than I ever could have asked for.

Yeah, I definitely didn’t give a crap about being proper or hiding what I felt for him, and he knew it when I grinned at him, kissing just to the side of his mouth right before I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around it.

He brushed some of my hair back with loose fingers that kneaded my scalp. I pumped the long length and added a squeeze, squeezing on the pull down to the base. Dex made a sort of whimpering noise in his throat, his hips flexing just an inch when he leaned back into his hands. "You're doin' so fuckin' good, baby—squeeze—shit, squeeze me a little harder, honey. Just like that—yeah."

Dex's mouth dropped open, his eyes taking their fill of my fingers wrapped around his shaft. But I was busy looking at those two gold studs to the side of my palm.

"Can I touch it?" I asked him, eyeing the bar of his piercing.

Dex groaned, tilting his hips up with a huff. "Please."

I laughed just a little at his politeness. I smiled at him at the same time I lowered my head and licked the two small studs nestled in the neatly trimmed dark hair, the imposing length of his erection right by my face. I took my time exploring the studs of his piercing, timidly. “It doesn’t hurt?”

His eyes flashed something that could have been amusement but centered on something more gentle than that. Dex’s hand cupped my cheek again, the thumb sweeping over my bottom lip. “No, baby, it feels great.” I licked his thumb and he rolled his eyes. Those thick black eyelashes fanned down with a grunt.

I landed a kiss to the webbing between his index finger and thumb, and then dropped back down to his lap, letting the anxiety of what I was doing slip away, my mouth full of him. To my surprise, he didn’t buck his hips too much, instead letting me do what I wanted and settling for grinding his teeth together and fisting the sheets when he dropped down to his elbows.

I started sucking on him in a steady rhythm, pumping on the half of his cock I couldn’t take in. Dex’s grunts grew louder until he was panting and jerking his hips, causing his piercing to hit the sides of my fingers.

“I’m gonna come,” he moaned. "Baby, squeeze me real hard. Oh yeah...fuck me... baby, jack me off on those pretty titties... please..."

Oh hell. Who was I to tell him no? I gripped him harder and slipped him out of my mouth with a sloppy suck, pumping the rock hard muscle and silky skin until he cried out and long white ribbons shot onto my chest over and over again.

Dex laid back on the bed, panting, his mouth parted while I kneeled in front of him trying to catch my own breath. "Fuckin' hell," he grumbled, sitting up after a moment.

His fingers reached out to touch the mess on my breasts. He was gentle and deliberate with his ring and middle finger, smothering the warm, sticky liquid in circles over my nipples.

"Christ, baby, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, glancing up at me through those long lashes as he finally dropped his hand away from my chest. He smiled almost shyly, threading his clean hand through my hair before slanting his mouth over mine. He kissed me and kissed me, his tongue stroking mine, over my teeth, everywhere.

He pulled away grudgingly after a long time with a deep breath. He sat back on his heels and reached for the boxers he'd thrown off the edge of the bed, using them to wipe off my chest, pulling down the hem of my shirt when he was done. Those bright blue eyes caught mine and Dex smiled again, that carefree, pleased grin that made the center of my chest ache. He reached out, wrapping an arm around my waist to bring our bellies together.

He was naked. His skin was warm and damp as he settled me up against his chest. Dex’s free hand brushed the hair back from my face right before he kissed my temple and forehead with a hum and a promise of familiarity. “You okay?"

Shyness overcame me and I nodded. "Oh yeah." I wasn't going to panic. Not at all. "Are you okay?"

"I think I busted three loads on you, honey, I'm more than okay," he said, kissing my cheek with a snicker. "Way more than okay."

It'd be a lie if I said that his admission didn't make me smile. "I—"

He moved his hand up so fluidly that I almost failed to see the red smears on his fingers. I wasn't so much of an idiot to not know that the red was blood. My blood. And then I blushed, feeling incredibly mortified. "Umm... you might want to wash your hands," I whispered.

Dex frowned and looked at the hand I wasn't talking about, quickly lifting the other one to inspect it. His eyebrows went up at a tortoise's pace as he flipped his palm up and down to look at what was on them. His lower lip dropped open.  "Ah, Ritz, I...." His lips slammed shut, nostrils flaring as he swallowed loudly. "Baby, I popped your cherry?"

It was my turn to gulp. "I told you that I'd never slept with a guy." God, how mortifying. I shouldn't have said anything and just let him think I'd started my period or something. "You have really big fingers."

Oh lord. I was lame.

He blinked, once, twice, three times. "I guess I—fuck, babe. I wasn't thinkin' about it, I guess." His eyes went back to his bloodstained fingers. "I really popped your cherry?"

What a way to make me feel like a loser. What was a hymen supposed to be? Indestructible? "It isn't my period."

Dex groaned, long and low. He wiggled his fingers for a moment before crushing our bodies together. He placed a warm, wet kiss on my jaw. "You okay with that?"

He smelled so good. I nodded, letting the rough feel of his stubble scrape my cheek. I wasn’t going to go back on my decision. I’d take all of this with open arms. "Yeah."

The content rumble that flowed from his chest made me smile. "Good."

~ * ~ *

He sat across the kitchen bar with a bowl of cereal in one hand, spoon in the other, and those brilliant blue eyes on me constantly. It made me feel really self-conscious despite the fact I was fully dressed. He’d already seen me practically naked. Already had his fingers in places that made my neck hot. I shouldn’t feel self-conscious with clothes on, but I did.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him carefully with my bowl covering the lower half of my face.

Dex’s gaze didn’t loosen in the slightest. “Because I’m wonderin’ what you taste like.”

It was a miracle I didn’t drop my spoon.

I don’t think that I took a single breath either, even after he gave me a devilish grin.

“I bet you’re delicious.”

Holy moly.

Dex was a dangerous guy, and it had nothing to do with his profession. Or his motorcycle hobbies, his criminal record, or the tattoos that marked half of his body. For all of his talents with his hands, he was a smart, observant guy who knew exactly what his words were capable of. And he had no issues wielding those powers viciously.

“And I bet when you come on my cock later, your pretty little pussy is going to suck me dry.”

The spoon clattered to the countertop in an apparent suicide.

Shit!

Why in the world had I talked him out of letting us shower together? Oh, right. Right. My arm. I hadn't told him about my stupid arm yet.

My face flamed up about ten degrees at the same time all the air left my lungs. Dex chuckled, reaching across the counter to pick up my spoon. He handed it over with a smile that was as dangerous as a snake in tall grass. “We either need to get goin’ or you’re gonna need to hop up on the counter and give me a taste.”

I take it back, if any miracle had recently occurred, it was when I didn’t fall off the stool after that comment.

My brain scrambled. “Uh…”

Dex flashed me another wicked, slow grin, showing me those even white teeth. “Whatever you want, babe. I’m partial to stayin’ here, though.”

So was I, and I had no idea where these thoughts and needs came from. Hadn't I been fighting all this a day ago?

“We…. I should get a swim in.” What I needed to do was exhaust myself. Definitely. Alone.

He shrugged after a minute, blue eyes narrowing. “That works. I like the idea of waitin’ a few hours.”

I swallowed the obscene amount of saliva that had pooled in my mouth. Wait a few hours for what? I wasn't positive but I knew it was something good. “Yeah… Yeah. “

Dex slid off the stool, balancing his empty bowl in one hand and taking mine in his other.

I needed to get my head straight and quit remembering how his cock had the slightest upward arch to it. Ahh.

I coughed, trying to clear my thoughts. "Do you know what your dad wanted yesterday?"