Page 46 of Iron Will
“Come on,” Rourke murmurs abruptly. He stands up from his stool and takes my arm. “Let’s get you back to Ironwood while you’re still sober enough not to fall off the bike.”
“I’m not drunk at all!” I protest.
He leans in and chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a burst of tiny explosions of heat through my body. His eyes…God, his eyes.I could drown in them.They set me on fire. Flashing gray and black in the low light of the bar, like the Devil himself is looking at me.
“Okay, you got me,” he rasps against my ear. “This bar’s gettin’ a little too crowded for my taste. I want to get you back to Ironwood, and have you all to myself.”
18
Rourke
Good God. There’s just something about a girl in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of worn-ass jeans that hug her hips like a lover.
Watching Laney wiggle her ass while she concentrated on aiming those darts was an exercise in torture. I don’t think she has any idea how fuckin’ good she looks — or that practically every man in Shooter’s was staring at her while she took her shots. Hell, even Mal wasn’t makin’ any secret of it — which earned him more than one dirty look from Cyndi.
I sure as hell liked watching her loosen up at the bar, too. Shit, she’s a senator’s daughter. No wonder I thought she was a stuck-up bitch when I met her. At least she came by it honestly. I’m still surprised she opened up to me about her family as much as she did tonight. Probably the booze talking, I know. But still, something about the way she looked as she talked about her mom and her sister felt like it’s not a story she tells to very many people.
Maybe that’s why I found myself talking about my own past. About my piece of shit father, and about Regan.
I wasn’t kidding when I told Laney I thought they’d like each other. They’re both smart, and fiery, and determined. They’re both the type to give any man a hell of a run for his money.
Lord knows Laney’s had me going around in circles practically since I met her. Tellin’ myself she was a stuck-up bitch I couldn’t stand. But even so, somehow I just couldn’t fuckin’ stay away from her. Couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her. Couldn’t help wanting to know more about her.
Turns out I’ve been lying to myself the whole time.
Laney Hart’s got herself under my skin.
Deep.
Laney’sa lot more comfortable on the bike as we ride back to Ironwood. And a lot more friendly, too. She snuggles up against my back, tits pressing against me, and I swear to fuckin’ God it’s all I can do not to just pull over to the side of the road and take her right there, gawkers be damned.
By the time we get back into town, my cock is aching from being so close to her.
And from the way she’s been wriggling against the seat and breathing fast and shallow against my back, I’m guessin’ she’s pretty hot and bothered herself.
I pull up in front of her place and turn off the engine. As I wait for her to get off the bike, the feel of her hands as they skim low across my stomach almost makes me groan. My cock jumps, so hard and aching that slinging my own leg over the seat is painful. Wordlessly, I walk her up to her front door. I wait for her to unlock and open it, and when she turns to look up at me, her eyes are wide and dark.
Her lips part, trembling a little. “Come in,” she whispers.
It’s not a question.
She moves inside the doorway, and I’m behind her in a second. The door is barely closed before my mouth is on hers, tasting her, stealing her breath. The same moan she let out the first time I kissed her rips from her throat. I know without even checking she’s wet for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for so long now, our bodies are practically screaming for what we’ve been denying them. This is happening, and it’s happening right now, and it’s not up for debate.
My cock swells so large it’s painful as my hand reaches up to find the tie that’s got her hair up in that ponytail. I loosen it, and the thick locks fall, brushing against my skin. My fingers bury themselves in her hair, pulling her closer so I can kiss her deeper. Laney’s hands come up to clutch my shoulders, holding on to me tight, like I’m the only thing keeping her upright. My other arm goes around her waist, sliding down to her ass as I press my throbbing shaft against her core.
Shewhimpers.
Jesus fuck.
Blood thunders in my head as I push her against the wall.
“Do you know how wild you’ve been driving me, Laney the social worker?” I tell her, my voice thick. “I’ve played this scene over in my mind a thousand times.”
Laney looks up at me, her eyelids fluttering half closed over those green eyes flecked with amber. Her face is tilted up to me, lips swollen and plump already. Ready for me.
“You’re not the only one,” she whispers.
“Jesus,” I hiss, and bend to her again.