Swerve: Boosted Hearts (Volume 1) (13 page)

“Let me see that little pink tongue. Lick it,” he rasped.

She did, darting out her tongue to taste him, moaning at his decadent taste, so dark and erotic. She lifted a hand and slid it up his thick length. Pre-come leaked onto her lips on an upward stroke, and she lapped it up on a needy groan. If she didn’t need a hand to hold herself up, she’d reach down between her legs and work her clit; that’s how turned on she was.

“Fuck.” His grip tightened. “So fucking greedy, aren’t you, princess?”

She was. She wanted more, but he held her back with his unrelenting grip, controlling how much of him she could have.

“You want more?”

She nodded, moaning helplessly.

“Open your mouth for me then, open those sweet lips,” he growled. “You’ve never sucked a cock like mine, have you, beautiful? Those soft, fucking innocent lips weren’t made to suck a man like me. A man like me shouldn’t come anywhere near someone like you. But I’m a bastard like that; I’ll take it anyway, and I’ll enjoy every damn minute of it.”

A man like him?
She didn’t know what he was talking about. And he wasn’t taking a damn thing. She’d never wanted anything more in her life. She opened her mouth, and he pushed past her lips, farther still, ‘til he reached the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks as best she could and sucked his length, rubbing her tongue against the thick, pulsing vein on the underside.

He growled and finally let her move, using his grip on her hair to set the pace. “That’s it, let me corrupt that sweet, innocent mouth.”

She worked him as best as she could, sucking and licking, feeling frustrated that he wouldn’t let her move faster. She wanted to devour him. She cupped his testicles, squeezing them gently, massaging, and he cursed a blue streak. They drew up, and, God, she felt him grow thicker in her mouth. He held her still and started moving his hips faster. Knowing she caused that reaction, that she was making him this out of control, made her hot in ways she’d never imagined possible.

He loosened his grip. “Gonna come. You don’t want it down your throat, pull away now.”

She didn’t pull away; she slid her free hand up to his butt and dug her fingernails in, sucking harder. His grip immediately tightened again, and he pumped that big cock into her mouth, shouting as he came. It hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed him down, everything he had.

When he pulled his cock from her mouth, her eyes widened. He was still hard. She lifted up, rose to her knees, watching as he walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Back against the headboard, he reached over, shoved open a drawer, and pulling out a condom, rolled it on. His gaze lifted to her.

“Come here, Shay. Not finished with you yet.”

Everything tightened—her nipples, her belly, her pulsing sex. She crawled closer, so turned on she could barely see straight.

His gaze moved over her face, down to her lips. “Like that, the way your lips are swollen, the color of cherries from sucking my cock.”

“I love it, too,” she whispered.

His nostrils flared. “Get on. Get your reward.”

She lifted her hands to his shoulders and straddled his hips, groaning when the head of his cock slid against her slick opening. She reached between her spread thighs, held him in place, mouth opening on a cry as she sat down, taking him as deep as he could go.

“Ahhh.” Her head tipped back. “Feels so good.”

“Fuck yeah, it does.”

Then his hands came down on her hips, slid around to her ass, and he used his strength to lift her and slam her back down. She screamed.
So good
. Her inner walls struggled to take all of him but took all of him, anyway. With how wet she was, she had no choice. She’d never experienced anything like it.
So incredibly good
.

She ground against him, but Hugh took over, lifting her then bringing her down hard enough to make her teeth rattle. He fucked her hard, harder than she knew was possible. In a way she knew she’d be feeling for the rest of the week. She loved it.

“Your ex fuck you like this, princess?” he growled.

Shay shook her head and cried out when he went impossibly deep.

“No?”

“No,” she half yelled, half screamed.

“I’m not a nice guy. Don’t fuck like a
nice guy
,” he bit out.

She couldn’t process what he was saying. She couldn’t think. Could only feel.

“Touch your clit,” he growled. “Make yourself come.”

She dug her fingernails into his shoulder with one hand to hold on and slid her other hand down between them and started circling her aching, swollen clit. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, and her head dropped back. “Ahh, yes.”

“Jesus, I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing my cock. Come for me, princess. Let me see it.”

One of his arms slid around her waist, holding her upright as he pumped up into her hard and fast. The pressure built until it was unbearable. She screamed his name, begging, pleading, a second before her orgasm tore through her. Hugh’s grip tightened then he flipped her onto her back, and while she was still coming, he rammed back in, pounding into her, hard, jarring thrusts, using her body the way he wanted to get himself off. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

Then his cock started pulsing inside her, he shoved his face against her throat and growled through it. She clung to him, running her hands over the wide expanse of his back, little moans escaping with every slow glide as he wound them both down.

Finally, he collapsed to his side and rolled onto his back. Pulling off the condom, he dumped it in the trash by the bed then rolled back. Sliding his arm around her waist, he dragged her in close, tucking her into his side, and held her there, as if he thought she might get up and go. As if that were even possible. Her legs were like spaghetti.

He was quiet for the longest time. She struggled to think of something to say. What did you say after an experience as mind blowing as that?

Finally, he gave her a squeeze and whispered. “Sleep, princess.”

After what they’d done, she didn’t really have any choice. She slept.

Shit, her ass felt good pressed against his dick. Perfect.

He held one soft breast in his hand, hard little nipple against his palm. Yeah, shit, that felt pretty fucking good, as well. Shay was still asleep; he could tell by the way she was breathing, the crazy-cute mewing sounds she made every now and again. He’d spent enough nights in her bed to know the difference. He liked that he knew the difference. Too damn much.

This was the first time a woman had spent the whole night at his place. He’d never had a woman in his kitchen, cooking him food—and he sure as hell never had a woman show up at his door with an overnight bag. Even now, her toothbrush was sitting on his bathroom cabinet. He liked that, too.

She wriggled her ass, and he groaned.

He liked all of it. Liked her in his house, his kitchen, his bed. Seeing her clothes in his room. When he’d opened the door and saw her standing there on his doorstep with her bag, that open, beautiful smile aimed at him—it had messed with him. Fucking unhinged him. Seeing her there, in his house, had changed things for him. He’d tried to fight the feeling, the feeling that this was where Shay belonged. That he wanted her there with him every day. In his bed every night.

And when he’d walked into his room and had seen her in his bed, in his shirt, he’d known in that moment he didn’t want to let her go. That knowledge scared him. He’d tried to fight it, had fucked her in a way he’d wanted to since the first time he’d laid eyes on her, in a way he’d decided he never would because Shay didn’t need to see that side of him. The part of him he was sure would scare her away. That pissed-off, dirty-mouthed asshole with a self-destructive streak a mile wide.

But last night, he’d wanted that side of him to scare her away.

Needed it to
.

Because he knew now he couldn’t end this thing between them. He’d thought hammering it home to her,
to himself
, that what they were doing was only sex, showing her that side of himself, might force her hand. That this sweet, sometimes shy, gorgeous woman would be so disgusted by his base behavior that she’d walk.

She hadn’t.

She’d fucking matched him stroke for stroke. Loved every minute of his brutal thrusts, begging for more, for him to fuck her harder.

He didn’t know what that meant.

He just knew he wasn’t ready to walk away from her yet. But he also had to keep what they were doing quiet. Until he could find a way to get free of Al, his hands were tied.

He felt it the minute she woke. She stilled, then her hand slid up over his, the one covering her soft, smooth breast, and squeezed his grip tighter around her. She twisted so she could see him, her silky red hair sliding against his chest. Sleepy, sexy as hell green eyes blinked up at him, puffy suckable lips parting on a sweet moan.

“Hey,” she whispered.

His cock, which was already hard, surged against her ass. He had to press closer to stop the ache. “Hey.”

A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Are you going to do something with that?” She wriggled her ass again. “Or are you trying to torture me?”

He let his free hand drift down between her thighs and growled when he felt how wet she was. “I’m torturing us both at the moment, princess.”

She rolled over fully, so her front was pressed to his, and stared up at him. Jesus, that felt good.

“I’m not really into all that kinky stuff. Torture isn’t my thing.”

He lifted her bent knee over his hip and tugged her closer. “Me, either.” Then he surged up, sliding inside her, filling her with one quick, hard thrust.

She cried out, eyes slamming shut, mouth dropping open. Fucking hot.

“Feel good, beautiful?”

She whimpered. “So good.”

He pushed her to her back, keeping one knee lifted to keep her spread wide, and slid back in nice and deep.
Jesus
. So damn hot and tight and wet. So good he lost control completely and started thrusting with all the finesse of a rutting bull. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the woman beneath him. The way her beautiful breasts bounced with every jolting thrust of his hips, the way she watched him through half-lidded eyes, biting into her lower lip. Shit, he couldn’t get enough of the small gasps and cries that filled his ears every time he pounded inside her.

Then her head tipped back, neck arching, and she came hard. Her fingers dug into his ass, pussy clutching him so tight, he had no choice but to blow up with her. Shay moaned helplessly as he pumped her full of everything he had, clutched him tighter, grinding up against him, body trembling beneath him.

He collapsed on top of her, struggling to catch his breath.

He’d fucked around, had his fair share of women, but nothing had ever topped this. Nothing felt as good as him and Shay when they were together.

“Hugh?”

“Shit, baby.” He kissed the side of her neck, her shoulder.

“Um…Hugh?”

“Love it when you say my name when my cock’s still inside you.”

She squirmed beneath him, pushed at his shoulders. He lifted up so he could see her face.

“We didn’t…” Her eyes were round, huge. “No condom.”

What?
Shit.
How could he have forgotten? “You on the pill?”

She shoved her hair back from her face. “Yes.”

Thank fuck
.

“I’ve never gone bareback with anyone else. Ever.” He couldn’t believe he had now. Not once had he been so caught up he’d forgotten to wear a rubber. “Think we’re good.”

She let out a relieved breath. “Okay. You’re right. It’s fine. And I haven’t…you know, never not used a condom, either.”

He should be more freaked out, but he just…wasn’t, which was messed up for a lot of reasons. He was just about to kiss the worry from her cherry-red lips when someone knocked at the door.

He waited. Maybe they’d go away? He hoped like hell they’d go away. But the knocking came again, harder this time.

“Jesus Christ.” Shoving back the sheet, he grabbed his shirt from the night before, cleaned up with it and tugged on his jeans. “Back in a sec.”

Jogging down the stairs to the front door, he checked who it was through the peep hole.

Joe.

Thankfully, he’d moved Shay’s car last night. He’d hidden it in his garage before he’d come up to bed. Just in case. He yanked open the door. “What is it?”

“Nice way to greet your baby brother.”

This was all he needed. Joe and Adam already thought he was playing with fire by spending time with Shay. The less people who knew they were seeing each other, the better, as far as Hugh was concerned.

* * *

Shay could hear voices coming from down stairs. Hugh had been gone a while, and she felt weird just lying up there.

Pulling back the covers, she wrapped the sheet around herself, opened the door and tiptoed to the bathroom to clean up. When she got back to the room, she pulled on some clothes and after tearing her brush though her tangled hair, walked to the top of the stairs. She could see Hugh. He was standing in the living room facing her. Joe stood in front of him, T-shirt pulled tight over his wide shoulders and back.

“So what the hell are you doing here so damn early, anyway?” Hugh asked, sounding impatient, which made her smile.

Joe patted him on the stomach. “Thought you might wanna go for a run with me. Do something about that gut you’re getting.”

Hugh gave his brother a playful shove, and Joe chuckled. Nope. She had to disagree. He definitely didn’t have a gut. He was all hard, ripped muscle. And lots of it.

“I’ll pass,” Hugh said, planting his hands on his hips.

“Fine. Let the middle-age spread grow.” Joe headed for the kitchen. “I’m gonna grab a bottle of water.”

“Sure. Help yourself. Take the whole damn fridge while you’re at it.”

Okay. Enough skulking up here. Shay took the first two steps. Hugh, obviously sensing her movement, looked up at her, and when he saw her coming down the stairs, he shook his head and tilted it in the direction she’d come. Silently telling her to
get back up
.

She quickly reversed a step—and stumbled, tripping over her own feet and falling ungraciously onto her butt. Thank God Joe was singing, or rather wailing some song with lots of curse words from the kitchen and didn’t hear her crashing around. She made it back to the room without being seen, but she’d bumped her elbow, and it hurt like hell.

An uneasy feeling settled in her belly and stayed there. It tightened and twisted until it physically hurt—a heck of a lot more than her arm. Was he embarrassed of her? Was that why he had her hiding in his bedroom? Yes, she understood what they were doing was casual, but still… His brother didn’t look like the kind of guy who’d worry about such things. Why would Hugh?

She bit her lip. But then last night…this morning, what they’d done. It had felt like more. It felt like…

She threw up a wall, blocking those thoughts before they could fully form. She didn’t mean anything to him. She didn’t want to. They had off-the-charts sexual chemistry. That’s all it was between them. That’s all she wanted from him.

She told herself that as she shoved her things back into her bag, as pain and anger welled up inside her. She thought Hugh was different. That he didn’t care what others thought. He and Travis were like day and night. Chalk and cheese. That’s what she’d believed, anyway. Perhaps not so much.

With nothing else to do, she sat on the end of his bed and waited, her humiliation increasing with every passing minute she was forced to hide up there.

A little while later, she heard the front door shut and Hugh climbing the stairs. She stood when he pushed open the door.

“Sorry about that. Joe thinks he can come and go as he pleases. This was our family home. He sometimes forgets it’s mine now.” His gaze moved over her, to the bag in her hand. “What’s going on? You leaving?”

“I need to get to work.” She was proud of herself when her voice came out strong.

He stared at her. “It’s seven thirty in the morning.”

She shrugged. “I have stocktaking to do for Jane today. I want an early start.”

He planted his hands on his hips, frowned. “You’re pissed?”

“No. Not at all. I just need to get going.”

He frowned. “It’s just easier… Joe not knowing about us…”

“Of course. There’s no reason for him to know.” Though there was no reason to keep it a secret, either. Unless he was ashamed to be seen with her.

“Stay for a bit longer. I’ll make you breakfast.”

She shook her head. “No, I really need to go.” Breakfast wasn’t included in their deal. This was an affair. Sex. She’d do well to remember that. She lifted her bag to sling over her shoulder and winced.

“You’re hurt?”

She tried to move past him, but his hand snaked out and wrapped around her upper arm, tugging her closer. “What happened to your arm?”

She stood straighter. “I bumped my elbow hurrying to get back up the stairs.”

“Let me see.” He took her arm in his large, warm hand, gently rubbing it. “Okay?”

It felt nice. Too nice. She didn’t want his sympathy right then. “Yes.”

Her voice sounded sharper than she’d intended. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her go and tugged her closer.

“What are you…?”

He bent down, and the next thing she knew, his mouth was on hers, kissing her hard. He cupped the side of her face with one hand, the other sliding around the side of her neck, and he deepened the kiss, refusing to let her retreat. Before long, she was kissing him back just as enthusiastically. By the time he gave her a gentle squeeze and pulled back, she was tingling all over.

She blinked up at him, feeling dazed and highly aroused. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry you hurt your arm, princess.” He ran his nose along hers. “And that was the kiss I wanted to give you before we were interrupted.”

“Oh.” She swallowed. “It was very…nice.”

His eyes narrowed. “Nice?”

She nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”

He made a rough sound and backed her up against the wall. “I think I can do better than nice.”

“You could try,” she said against his lips, then gave a start when her phone started ringing.

Hugh let out a frustrated breath. “Ignore it.”

“I can’t. It could be my mom or Edna.” And if it was her mother, and she was up this early, the chances were high she hadn’t made it to bed in the first place, or at least her own bed, which could mean all kinds of bad things. “I have to get it.”

She stepped away from him and quickly rummaged around in her bag. “Mom promised to let Rocky out this morning. If she’s let me down…” She trailed off. “God knows why I believed her in the first place.”

She put the phone to her ear without checking. “Hello.”

“Good morning, Shay.”

She froze, the familiar voice raising her hackles in an instant. “What do you want, Travis?”