Page 58 of Bad Boy Crush
Then she took him into her mouth again, renewing her vow and sapping his strength as she increased her speed. She took every rigid inch of him deep into her throat. His hips thrust forward. He was at his body’s mercy, helpless to do anything but fuck her mouth.
She hummed and the vibrations shot to the root. His mind blanked as the jagged edges of his release roared up his spine.
Weakened by the rush, he slammed his other hand flat on the adjacent wall and let go, spilling into her mouth. She drank down every drop. When his energy was all but depleted, she mercifully released him, her lips sliding off his length in a final show of torture.
He struggled to focus as he dropped his head onto his arm. When he caught his breath, he offered her a hand, but she grabbed the ledge on the shower and helped herself to her feet.
Since he was hunched over—and might never recover at this point—she didn’t have to push to her toes to kiss him. She planted one on the center of his mouth and he weakly returned it.
“This is my favorite look on you.” Her shoulders were back, which had the added benefit of thrusting her breasts out. If he had the strength to reach out and cup one, he would. Instead, he settled for gathering his remaining strength to face the splashing water.
He rinsed off, the electric buzz spreading from his cock to his legs. The intensity faded, but a soft hum remained. Incredible.
“I love—that.” He’d nearly said it. Nearly. He needed to be more careful. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She still looked proud of herself. She should be. He’d never had someone turn him into a giant pile of man mush before.
seventeen
Salty Dog was packed to the walls on Saturday night. Ant held the door for Lou, admiring her smoking-hot body in a smoking-hot red dress.
He bent to kiss her neck. “Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?”
“Only five or six times,” she said through a red-lipped smile, which sadly had prevented a hello kiss. Well, on the mouth, anyway. He’d been forced to kiss her hello elsewhere, which had taken a bit more effort, and had earned him a pair of sore knees. They were lucky they weren’t late.
“Do you see them?” He scanned the bar tables before checking the bar itself. Xavier spotted him and waved.
Eyes on her phone, Lou answered, “May just texted. William moved the reservation to seven thirty. Any idea what we could do for half an hour?”
“I have a bunch of ideas of what we can do for half an hour, but all of them get me arrested for public indecency.”
She rolled her eyes, but her grin suggested she didn’t mind him laying it on thick. “Come on. Let’s say hi to Xav. We’ll have a drink while we wait.”
Draft beers in front of them, they slipped into easy conversation the way they always had. Until the topic unexpectedly turned to his dating habits.
“How have you remained dateless for a year and a half?” Her hair was down, rolled into fat curls. She tucked one behind her ear. His eyes dipped to her cleavage of their own accord. Since he knew what every inch of those creamy breasts looked, felt, and tasted like, the view was beyond distracting. “You were always such a habitual dater. Every time Liam and I came out on your boat, there was a different woman on your arm. Or lap.”
“Girls like boats,” he said dismissively, not wanting to break it to her that he’d lined up a date whenever she and Liam had visited the Cove. He’d always wanted to see Lou, but the third wheel thing was torture. “What about you? Why didn’t you dive into the dating pool before now?”
“Beyond my trust issues?”
“Nearly two years is a clip, Lourdes. Believe me, I know.”
“Sorry, sorry! We’re here!” May jogged over and hugged Lou, interrupting the conversation Ant preferred not to have anyway. There wasn’t any way to tell Lou he’d been covering his feelings for her with those women without admitting his feelings for her now.
“I don’t know about this one, girl,” May muttered into Lou’s hair.
William strolled in a few feet behind May. He was wearing a suit, no tie. Ant wasn’t much for sizing up dudes, but he seemed decent-looking enough, if uptight. In his plus column, he was wearing a checked button-down shirt. On the con side, he smelled like he was wearing a bucket of cologne, and—what the fuck? His pants were tighter than any pair Ant owned, and the loafer-no-sock thing was definitely a choice. No one needed to see that much man-ankle. Ant cast a glance at May who pulled her mouth into an expression of I know, right? This guy wasn’t a match for sassy, stylish May.
“What’s up, Brainiac?” Xavier practically tripped over his feet to put himself front and center where May was standing.
“Not much, App Master,” she volleyed back. He grinned, but her date didn’t give Xavier a chance to reply before butting in with an order.
“I’ll have a French 75. Do you know what that is?”
What a dick. First ordering for himself without checking in with May, and then assuming Xavier didn’t know how to make the drink.
“Yes.” Xavier punctuated the word.