Going Hard: Boys of Fall (9 page)

Freaking hell.

Her pupils blew out as he jerked his hips, driving himself farther into her giving mouth. She choked a little then she was inching forward to accept more, her sexy blond hair swinging down to tease his balls as she did her best deep-throat impression.

He couldn’t keep from testing her again, using that handful of hair to guide her along his shaft. She was getting him so wet, and making the hottest dirty noises while she worked him, that he wasn’t sure how long he could hold back. It had been so long since he’d come.

The last time with a woman had been with her last summer, and look how that had turned out.

His vision hazed and sharpened again on the view. Gorgeous Hollie on her belly in front of him, moaning and sucking, her tight little ass bouncing as she blew him spectacularly.

Yeah, things could definitely be worse.

“Baby. Belleza.” One fist in her hair became two, but she only drew on him more hungrily. “I can’t stop.”

Her seductive eyes flashed up to his. She drew him out just long enough to whisper, “Then don’t,” before swallowing him down again, even deeper than before.

He couldn’t keep from snapping his hips upward and clenching his fingers in all those silky blond strands. Brown, blond, purple, green, it didn’t matter. What was important was that it was Hollie slurping him down.

Hollie. Just Hollie.

Her small hands chased the arousal that slipped out around the seal of her mouth and she used it to coat her movements. Those swollen pink lips engulfed him again and again while she devoured him with her lake-blue eyes…

Shit, he couldn’t wait. Not another second.

He drew her down as he surged upward on a shout. She took everything he had—loudly and without hesitation—and continued coaxing him on with her relentless sucking. And her hands, squeezing out more when he was sure he was tapped.

All it took was her to look up at him with that heavy-lidded gaze and he was pistoning deeper again, lost to the heaven of her throat.

She had to move back to breathe too soon. Reality crashed down on the back of his neck like an anvil as he glanced up at the darkening sky.

Twilight was coming and they hadn’t even finished their picnic.

“You fed me something else,” she said slyly, accurately reading his glance at the blanket. She swiped her hand over her chin and hell if he didn’t bob against his stomach again.

Her attention snagged on his cock. Lingered.

Unsurprisingly, he started to rouse. Just knowing she was watching him was enough to get him hard. Apparently even when he hadn’t yet caught his breath.

“So…recovery time.” She licked her lips, nice and slow. “What’s that like for you?”

A
ctually completing
the sex act was starting to feel like skiing up Everest without the benefit of skis.

Hollie sighed. She could tell he was already regretting what they’d done, and holy fuck, she was going to beat him brainless.

He’d had a good time. She’d surely had a good time too, and she hadn’t even come. She wasn’t bitter about that, so what was his deal? Was he just pathologically averse to pleasure?

Or were his wine-and-horny goggles wearing off now that he’d had an orgasm?

She was about to ask him just that when the sound of gravel flying in the driveway and the roll of tires had her scrambling to her feet.

What the hell?

“No one’s supposed to be here,” she whispered as she dug around the edges of the blanket for her bikini top and bottoms. Score, she had the top. Now the bottoms.

She’d pulled them off right here. Where the hell had they gone?

“Here.”

She looked back to see Rafe holding them out on the tip of his finger. And his expression very clearly said I told you so.

Of course. Because he was the all-knowing wise one and she was just a dopey, sex-obsessed little girl.

Who still hadn’t had an orgasm that wasn’t self-created for at least six lunar cycles.

“My parents aren’t here. No one has any reason to stop by.”

“You’re here,” he said reasonably, zipping up his fly and slipping his belt back on.

She snatched back her bottoms and yanked them and her cutoff shorts up her still-shaky legs. Blowing him had shoved her damn close to the edge herself, and here he was, being all logical and shit.

He was very lucky she liked his cock, and still had hope for how he’d use it on her, or else he’d probably end up with it blocking his own windpipe.

No time for that now, not with who sounded like Colt and his significant others trooping through the place.

She glanced down at Rafe’s T-shirt and debated swapping it for her bikini top for all of three seconds. The sun had begun its descent and with it, the wind had come up. She was more than a little chilly, and happy nipples and a breeze were a recipe for high beams.

So shirt it was. Rafe could just wander around half naked.

She smiled triumphantly and balled the bikini top in her fist as the back door opened. Let him just explain his partial nudity.

And for Rafe, it truly was that, since he’d rarely bared his chest in recent years. Which was a crime against humanity, really, because woe.

“Hol?”

She turned to face her brother and his fiancée…and fiancé. Figured Hit-it-and-Quit-it Bennett could find two people to settle down with when he finally made the decision to abandon the single lifestyle. Not that he hadn’t made that decision before, since he’d been married to Rafe’s sister before Wade had.

Because apparently the Bennetts couldn’t stay away from the Martinezs.

Holy shit, her either. It was like a family sickness. They were all addicted. Though she was fairly certain Rafe put out a lot less than his sister, since Charli was certainly looking content and smug these days.

If Hollie got any greener, she’d be twinning it with Kermit.

“Hol?” Colt tried again, heading down the steps with Paige and Drake right behind him. They were all dressed in jeans and tees, and Drake was hauling a bag of charcoal briquettes and another bag that probably contained their dinner.

Guess they weren’t just driving by then.

“Yeah, hi.” Through some miracle, she located her glasses on the ground without stomping on them first. Thank God for a remaining beam of light catching on the glass. “You guys stopping by for a barbecue I didn’t know about?”

“Sorry, yeah, figured it’d be cool since Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend. It’s warm enough we thought we could do the picnic thing on the bank of the creek before that cold front blows through in a few days. Paige really loves the creek.” He nudged Paige’s hip and she snorted.

“What your brother means is he’s hoping he can dunk me at the first opportunity when I don’t do what he wants.”

Colt grinned. “That too.”

Great. Colt and his lovers were looking to hook up at her house, when she herself had been in the process of hooking up.

Had she been born under a bad star or what?

“Hey Paige. Hi Drake.” She smiled, which was the extent of her Quinn hospitality at the moment. “Don’t you have your own grill?” she asked, barely checking the annoyance in her voice.

“Broken,” Colt said cheerfully. “Damn thing won’t catch. Oh, hey, Rafe. Didn’t see you there.”

A quick glance back showed that of course Colt hadn’t seen Rafe, because he was crouched down in the advancing darkness, tidily picking up every bit of their picnic. Naturally.

Good times, I barely knew ye.

“No problem. Just hanging with Hollie. We were hoping to take a dip too, but you know, February. Not gonna happen. We’re not as adventurous as your Paige.” Rafe laughed and gestured at his bare chest, easily explaining away his shirtless state.

Easily explaining it away if you were sex-crazed Colt Bennett, who was oblivious to any sexual tension that didn’t live in his own pants.

Damn him. Damn them all.

“Paige isn’t that adventurous either. These jerks just don’t seem to care.” Paige shook her head at her two guys, then tapped her finger against her chin. “So you lost your shirt so you could swim, though it’s way too cold. Hmm.”

“No, I came over hoping to swim, but yeah, night comes too fast this time of year and it’s definitely chilly.” Rafe’s tone was butter-smooth. “Poor Hollie got cold in her tiny swim thing.”

Hollie frowned. Tiny swim thing? Clearly she’d have to do a swap with him—he could teach her dirty Spanish and she’d teach him basic items of clothing.

“So maybe you’re the adventurous one,” Paige mused, her doubt clear.

Clear to Hollie, but not any of the knuckleheaded males who’d already moved on to thoughtfully examine the charcoal briquettes and the grill. Rafe included, because circling a grill was a time-honored male task like clustering under the hood of a car as if they knew squat about what was happening.

Interest in her and half-naked Rafe—vanquished as if it had never been. Oh yeah, because it hadn’t.

Dammit, couldn’t a girl get caught inappropriately having sex anymore?

All right, she didn’t want her brother walking in on her doing the Humpty dance with Rafe. Ick. But still. What about some raised eyebrows, a little overprotectiveness, some judgy comments? Were those too much to ask for, really?

Wade had the overprotective thing all sewn up. He would’ve more than fulfilled that role. Colt, on the other hand, wouldn’t blink if she ran through the backyard waving a box of glow-in-the-dark condoms. Not if he was otherwise occupied anyway. He wasn’t big on subtleties.

Condoms. Good point. Did she have any left that weren’t expired? She’d forgotten to check dates and restock before her failed bar expeditions, and well, hers hadn’t been used for a fortnight or fifteen. Did Rafe?

Would she ever get to use a condom again?

“So what’s the real deal?” Paige asked in a low voice, moving over to nudge the picnic basket with her open-toed shoes.

“What real deal? I’m not adventurous enough to go swimming in the winter. That’s for you and your sex maniacs.”

Paige simply smiled. She was used to putting up with a double dose of snark, thanks to the two men in her life.

She also wasn’t put off by Hollie’s prickly nature. No one was. They all thought she was cute and adorably grumpy, like a disgruntled porcupine.

“Rafe has some chest, doesn’t he?”

Hollie glowered at the picnic basket. He’d forgotten to pick up the blanket, so she knelt to handle the task. “Rafe who?”

Laughing, Paige crouched beside her to help. “My best friend’s brother. Your brother’s best friend.”

“Ex,” Hollie said automatically.

“Not really ex. They’re just having an extended joint mantrum. I have faith they’ll work it out.”

Hollie snorted out a laugh as she folded the blanket. Paige popped open the top of the basket so she could tuck it inside. “You have more faith than I do. Rafe carries one hell of a grudge.”

“He loves hard, so of course he hoards his anger. Usually what people do who feel a lot.”

She started to argue. Rafe love hard? He didn’t love anyone but his mama and Charli. Wade was far in the past. She didn’t even know if he had any other close friends. As for lovers, she was pretty sure he was mostly celibate, other than the lovers he’d mentioned that afternoon, and if he hadn’t been, she didn’t want to know.

But he would die for his family. She had no doubts about that one. He just kept his circle super small.

“Yeah, okay, I guess I can see that,” she admitted.

“He’s a careful guy, you know? Doesn’t do anything casually. Not even date. So if he does do something, you can bet he’s thought it through from every angle. And he’s decided it’s worth enough to pursue.”

Hollie digested Paige’s words, then glanced at her soon-to-be sister-in-law. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“This, for one.” Paige held up the bikini top that Hollie had held—and must’ve promptly dropped, after pouting that no one had noticed she was being a bad girl.

Yeah, right. She couldn’t even be a bad girl with assistance.

Now she had to deal with the fallout. Time to see if she lied as badly as she did playing the vamp.

“Oh, that.” Nimbly, Hollie grabbed her top. “I took it off once Rafe gave me his shirt. You know how he is. All chivalrous.”

“Maybe so. I also know he’d be damn lucky to get a chance with you.”

She nearly parroted Paige, but somehow managed to get a hold of herself. “You think so?”

“I know so. You’re a lot of fun, Hol. You’d be good for a guy like Rafe.”

“Only if he figured that out,” she muttered. “He’s pretty dense.”

“It helps when you take off your top.” Paige winked and stood. “I’m going to go help the guys. They never can grill a damn thing right.”

Hollie grinned. “Truth, sister.”

“You okay with us sticking around for dinner?”

“Seems like it’s already happening.”

“No, not if you’re not all right with it. This is your house. We play by your rules.”

Hollie tilted her head.
Her
rules. Though technically it was her parents’ house, she couldn’t deny that she liked the sound of that. “Nah. Mi casa es su casa.”

And lookie, she even knew some Spanish of her own. Nothing like Rafe’s “you drive me crazy” or “fuck me hard”.

She shivered. Or “beauty”, said in his deep, husky voice.

“Hopefully Rafe will hang around for a while too. I’m figuring y’all have some unfinished business.” Paige smiled and wandered off to join the guys by the grill.

Hollie sat back on her feet and wound her bikini top through her fingers. Maybe she should take Paige’s advice, though she hadn’t exactly come out with any. But Rafe’s stubbornness had been implied if not overtly stated. Also, that he was a damn good guy at the core, even if he cloaked it in some layers of overprotectiveness now and then.

He also enjoyed blowjobs, so perhaps that might mean he would enjoy partaking in the reverse? She blushed and squirmed a little, feeling like an idiot. Luckily no one was close enough to see her getting all eager beaverish about well, beaver action.

She’d only experienced that once, and it had been…not inspiring. Definitely not worthy of what she’d seen and liked about four-hundred-twenty-two times on Tumblr. That wasn’t even talking about the latest blog she’d followed—Pussy Eater 4 Life.

Hey, a girl could dream.

She wandered over to where Rafe continued to fuss with the picnic basket.

Her best guess? He was avoiding socializing. Because that’s what Rafe 2.0 did, though back in high school he hadn’t been nearly as reticent to talk to people. Especially people like Colt, who’d been his pal since the Martinez family had come to town. Sure, he’d been closer to Wade, but still.

And yes, there was the fact that Colt had divorced Rafe’s sister to add some tension. But c’mon, that was old news. Charli and Colt were great friends now. Why should Rafe get a bee in his man bonnet every time Colt entered the general vicinity?

Oh yeah, because he was Rafael Martinez, and his man bonnet was perennially tied way too tight.

“Hey.” She crouched at his side and covered his hand on the basket. “You going to hide in the corner all day or come out and play with the others?”

He glanced up at her, then did a seeming double take. “Your glasses. You put them back on.”

“Yeah. That’s what I do. Wear glasses.” She shoved him lightly. “Weirdo.”

“But you weren’t wearing them before.” He cleared his throat and her eyebrows climbed as she leaned in closer.

“You mean when I had my mouth on your dick? It was big enough for me to see nice and clear.” She looked down between his legs. His crouching stance gave her a lovely view of everything tucked up in his boxers. “Just like it is now.”

“Hollie.” His stern reprimand had her shaking her head.

Seriously? He was jumping right back on that track again? The one where he was mature and she was an impetuous horndog?

All right, maybe she was those things. But she had moments of maturity too.

Like right now.

She rose and held out a hand to him. “Come on, let’s go join the others.”

He stared at her hand as if she’d sprouted snakes for fingers. “What’re you doing?” he asked in a low voice.

“Eating a meal with a guy I feel friendly toward and my brother and his fiancé and fiancée. Unless you have a problem with acting, oh, I don’t know, normal?”

He set his jaw, giving her a momentary glimpse of his pearly whites in the encroaching darkness. “We’re not dating.”

The pang that crashed through her stomach wasn’t anything but indigestion. Stupid delicious sandwich. “I know that.”

“Then?”

“You know what? Never mind. Stay over here and sulk.” She turned her back on him and marched over to the circle of chairs Colt, Drake and Paige had set up near the grill.

Fifteen minutes later, when she and Paige were comparing pedicures by the light of her iPhone’s flashlight, Rafe finally deigned to join them. Except rather than sitting beside her in the empty chair, he dragged it over to Drake’s side and immediately launched into a discussion about some fence being built at Coach’s and the boys of fall.