Wild Child (Rock Royalty #6) (17 page)

Her gaze fastened on their linked hands, as if fascinated. “The one who gets heavy things off high shelves.”

Puzzled, it was his turn to smile a little. “I don’t get it. You have something you want me to reach?”

The hand he held moved to his face. She stroked the back of it against his cheek. “Yeah.” Her eyes went half-mast, and her lower lip pushed out, her delicate features taking on a sultry cast.

It tightened his balls, and his cock jerked against his belly.

“I want you to reach into my jeans and touch me. I need you, Brody.”

God. A mixture of gratitude and lust welled inside him.

“I want you to need me more before I touch you there.”

One hand on her back urged her closer. The other plumped her breast, and she arched so her pouting nipple brushed his bottom lip. He caught it in his mouth and heard her gasp.

He circled his tongue around the bud of flesh, and she moaned, the sound like a hand applying heat and pressure to his throbbing dick. In response, he sucked hard on her nipple and felt a tremor quake her slender body. Her hips moved in response to his mouth as it milked more reaction from her.

His hand slid down her silky back and insinuated itself under the waistband so that lacy panties brushed his knuckles and his fingertips rode the cleft of her ass.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

He slid his lips to her other nipple. This time he bit down, and she shuddered on another moan that spoke straight to his cock. His hips flexed, rocking toward the apex of her thighs. Her scent rose around him, a subtle fragrance that teased at him. He wanted to lick it from her skin, taste every nuance of it on his tongue.

But she was moving, edging off his lap.

“I want you in my mouth,” she said, her voice urgent. “Like before.”

He groaned against the satin heat of her breast. Though he wanted that, too, he wasn’t ready to lose his own access. He shifted up to take her mouth in a lavish kiss, his tongue dipping deep into the wet cavern of her mouth.

“Brody…” she said as he came up for air. “Let me—”

“Let me, too, baby.” He eased onto the couch, shifting them both so he was flat on his back and she was still straddling him. “Now lean down and let me play with your pretty breasts for another minute.”

In the glow of the lamp he saw her flush, but she complied. Once again, he sucked on her nipples as his hands worked to loosen her jeans and then push both denim and panties down her legs. When she kicked them free of her legs, her socks flying off in the process, he managed to remove the rest of his clothes.

She was so light, it was nothing to bring her face-to-face again where he could sample her mouth once more. Her naked skin gleamed like gold, and over her shoulder he watched his hands move along her back to her ass. When he cupped her there, she undulated against his cock, her arousal leaving a wet trail on his hard flesh.

His mouth watered.

“Kneel over me, baby,” he said. “Knees on either side of my head. I have an appetite I need to sate.”

Her body went still, but the new heat of her skin nearly scalded his palms. “I…I couldn’t.”

“Sure you could,” he urged. “You give me what I want, and you can take what you want.”

She moaned.

“Didn’t you say you needed my cock in your mouth?”

The next moan sounded more tortured.

He smiled inside and lightly slapped her round ass. “Move, wild child. I need pussy. And I need your lips on me, too.”

Another hesitation, then she complied. And, oh…
oh, God
.

Sweet heaven. Sweet, sweet 69.

This position was new to Ashlynn, he figured, from her initial reluctance and from the way she couldn’t keep up her part of the game when he really went to town. But Lord, he loved it.

One of his hands gripped her hip, steadying her. The fingers of his other went between her legs. The petals there were already blooming, open and hot. She made a frantic noise as he touched her, spreading the liquid heat gathering there over the tender flesh. Then he licked her, his tongue flat, covering as much of the surface as he could in one swipe. Her body quivered again, and her mouth went lax around the head of his cock. It pulsed between her lips as he laved her again and again, his strokes gentle.

Like everything Ashlynn, her taste was out of this world. Sugar and exotic flowers. His tongue moved to capture it, going from light to firm. She undulated, and he tightened his hold of her hip. That made her moan, and another wash of arousal met his voracious mouth. He swallowed it down even as more of it bathed his lips. He licked them, too, not able to get enough of the flavor of her desire.

Then he circled one fingertip around her opening. Her body went rigid in anticipation, and she gasped as he slid it deep inside. And then again, when he pulled out and plunged deep once more.

As he began a rhythm of take and retreat, take and retreat, she began sucking on him, her mouth and tongue working on his dick. His pulse rate shot high, and he groaned against her wet flesh. He slid a second finger in beside the first, and she hummed, a blissful sound.

His cock was blissing out, too.

Heat was working up his legs and down his back as he continued playing with her. He nudged her clit with his nose, and she lost her own rhythm. When he did it again, her mouth clamped down on him and her pace redoubled. Brody felt pleasure—much too tame a word—shoot to the base of his spine, gathering and spinning as it gained a powerful energy. All systems were raring to go.

But blowing before he finished her wasn’t on the agenda.

He tried slowing the whirlwind by thinking of work problems—broken nail guns, cracked slabs of granite, missing boxes of tile. But her honey tasted so delicious, and it was he-man stuff to drive fairytale girl Ashlynn Childe past her inhibitions and into his real, carnal reality.

Breath shuddered into his lungs, and he tilted his head to bring his mouth in line with her hard, swollen clit. The tip of his tongue circled it, a firm touch that caused her back to arch and the small gem to brush his bottom lip. He groaned, so horny that his muscles trembled like a racehorse waiting to breach the starting gate.

Then his control snapped, and he closed his mouth around her clit as he slid his fingers from her wet channel. Adding a third, he pushed them inside her, rotating his wrist back and forth so he could work them deep.

With his second knuckles enclosed by her velvety heat, he began to suck.

In seconds she was coming, keening, her body shaking. His heart rate jumped, his ego expanded, all of him electrified by the sound and feel of her taking angel flight.

As the crisis waned, he lightened the suction, giving them both a chance to savor the orgasm. When her tremors subsided, he rearranged them, leaving Ash on her back and him sitting beside her hip so he could look into her face and stroke her hair from her forehead.

Her eyes blinked, her expression sex-groggy. It made him smile, even as he glanced down at his erection, shiny with her saliva and ruddy with need. Feeling her gaze, he stroked himself with his hand.

“Do you think you can take this on?”

Ash shifted, opening her legs wider to reveal her private flesh. Staring at the wet, pink softness there, Brody lost his breath and then his mind. He brought his fingers—the ones that had been inside her—to his nose, breathing in her scent that lingered there.

“You smell like a dream, Ash. Taste better.”

Her eyes widened, even the one circled in the purple-blue of an incipient shiner. He was so far gone that his rage at that couldn’t temper his lust. Cupping his balls, he took another long look at the paradise exposed to him.

Then, fuck him, she reached down and spread those plump lower lips wider. Oh, yeah, the fairy girl had left any hang-ups far behind.

“Fill me,” she said, simply, then held up her arms for him.

Brody didn’t need to be asked twice. He fumbled for protection from the pocket of his jeans, covered himself, and then covered her. The tip of his cock slid through her wetness to find the notch of her entrance.

He pushed in slowly, fighting to keep his eyes open. It was so damn good, the heat, the tight clasp of her, but he wanted to watch. Etch it in his memory.

Her body surrendered to his penetration in tiny increments that only jacked up his heart rate until he could hear it in his ears and feel it at the back of his throat. He wanted to ask her if she was okay, to find out if it felt good, but his voice was swallowed up by the burning pleasure overwhelming him.

So he scrutinized her expression for any discomfort as he swung in and out of her. She bit her bottom lip and arched her neck, and when her hips began lifting into his thrusts he knew he could bring her there a second time. He continued moving, rolling into her spread thighs, pushing her up and up and up until he saw lightning crackle in her silvery eyes. Staring into them, he insinuated his hand between them and stroked her clit as he drove home over and over, the sound of their skin slapping together both primal and erotic.

Her eyes shut, her hips stilled, and then she was shuddering, shuddering, as he pumped his hips in the short, jerky thrusts of a brutal, claws-in-his-back orgasm.

As it left him, Brody was the groggy one now. But he forced himself to deal with the condom and then rearrange Ash again—boneless and possibly already deep in dreamland—next to his body. He tucked her close and then dragged a blanket that was over the back of the couch on top of them.

Further movement he found impossible.

Instead, he stared at the flames in the little stove as she buried her head against his shoulder. He stroked her soft hair, winding the loose curls around his fingers as a weird sensation overcame him.

Contentment.

What the hell?
he thought, bemused. Everything he knew about himself, every past experience told him this situation would end in disaster, yet she’d fucked the foreboding right out of him.

For the moment, at least.

Closing his eyes, he let himself wonder if it might be different this time. If he might possibly find a way to keep hold of what he wanted most.

Chapter 9

Ashlynn grinned to herself as she tiptoed about the kitchen making coffee, her spirits as light as her footsteps. She’d survived the night!

After all her trepidations about the possibility of sex with Brody stripping away her protective layer, she’d come through the dark hours just fine. Maybe her face felt a little whisker-burned and her body a bit pleasantly used, but the operative word was
pleasantly
.

Okay, okay, that description might be a tad too tame.

She paused and gave herself an exuberant hug, then tried out other phrases. Deliciously used. Wantonly used. Brashly used.

Brody hadn’t held back, and neither had she.

Go, Ash!

She danced to the cupboard, pulled out a mug, and made herself coffee just the way she liked it, extra hot with a generous helping of cream.

The same way she liked sex.

A giggle tickled her nose, and she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep it quiet. Dirty thoughts for a dirty girl.

Go, Ash, go!

In the back pocket of her jeans, her phone vibrated. Sliding it free, she checked out the caller on the display then cast a glance toward the living room. Brody continued to sleep, a blanket flung over his big body. When she’d refilled the well of the pellet stove a few minutes earlier, he hadn’t stirred, so she figured she had time for a morning chat with her best friend.

With mug and phone in hand, she exited the kitchen door and dropped into the Adirondack chair on the small covered porch. She balanced the mug on the flat ledge of the arm and accepted the call.

“Hello, Marcy!” Even to her own ears, Ash sounded more chipper than the birds twittering in the nearby trees.

“Is that you, Mary Sunshine?”

“You got her.” The name fit both her mood and the current weather. Brave rays of the yellow stuff were breaking through the low cloud cover. “What’s new?”

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Marcy asked. “I can’t tell if you’ve had a solid twelve hours, or if you’ve pulled an all-nighter like we used to in college. Both give you that same giddy voice.”

“I’m not giddy-voiced,” Ash said, trying to lower her pitch. A quick calculation told her she’d nabbed nowhere close to six hours of shut-eye, let alone a dozen. “I’m just…”

Happy?

She tried the word out loud. “Happy.” It tasted fine. True.

Marcy seemed to digest that for a moment. “Uh, to what do we owe this sentiment? A perfect report card from the creepy restaurant inspector?”

Ash waved off the thought of Conroy. “Just had a good night, is all.”

“I get it!” Marcy crowed. “I get it! You had another night of your ‘needs’ being met.”

Taking the phone away from her ear, Ash frowned at it. Was she so transparent?

“Maybe that’s none of your business,” she said into the mouthpiece, her tone prim.

Marcy was laughing as Ash returned the phone to her ear.

“I’m your best friend, of course it’s my business. Give me all the scoop. Every detail.”

Ash frowned again. “I don’t insist on a blow-by-blow of your nights with Gavin.”

“Okay, you gave him a blow job,” Marcy said in a matter-of-fact voice. “What did he do for you?”

Ashlynn rolled her eyes even as she remembered being on her knees before Brody, then being on her knees
over
Brody. Face burning, she squirmed on her seat.

“This is highly improper.”

“What you’ve been itching to be for, like, all your life,” Marcy pointed out. “But the least you can do is tell me who the lucky guy in your bed was last night.”

“We were on the sofa,” Ash said. “If you must know.”

Marcy hooted. “Sofa sex! I love sofa sex. It makes me feel sixteen again. We pretend Mom and Dad are upstairs, and we have to be extra-special quiet—”

“La la la,” Ashlynn sang into the phone. “I’ve got my fingers in my ears because I don’t want to hear this.”

“Oh, Ash,” Marcy scolded.

“You’ve told me about your little role playing on the sofa before, remember? Gavin comes over to ‘tutor’ you in Math, and naughty sophomore Marcy pretends she still doesn’t know her multiplication tables. Frankly, it all strikes me as a little perverted.”