Devious Wingman: A Cocky Hero Club Novel

by Hagen, Casey

  Buried in a tub of hot water with bubbles teasing her nipples as she lay back with a relieved sigh…

  And when I buried my cock so deep in her she couldn’t utter a single word, couldn’t manage more than helpless, jagged gulps of air while I fucked her senseless.

  I grabbed her hand, the one with my ring now around it, and yanked her to stand between my knees. Her dark hair slipped a bit from its confines on the back of her head, wisps brushing against her glowing skin. Grasping a lock, I twisted it around my finger.

  “Your friend Bryce stopped by while you were out. He said you left something behind so he dropped by to return it,” I said, patting my folded shirt on the mattress next to me.

  “Oooh, my shirt!” she said as she reached for the flannel.

  I grabbed her hand and brought the inside of her wrist to my lips. “Ah, ah, ah, my shirt.” My words dancing over her skin while I held her captive with my stare. I bit the soft skin fluttering with the pulse of her racing heart.

  She swayed on her feet and swallowed hard. “It looks better on me,” she whispered before sinking her pretty white teeth into her bottom lip and closing her eyes.

  “Oh, really?” I cupped her ass and lifted her as I stood, her surprised squeak in my ear as she held on for the ride.

  Tossing her on the bed, she landed with a whoosh of air, the skirt of her dress landing high on her thighs, giving me a glimpse of the scrap of lace barely covering her.

  I reached for the button of my jeans. “Roll over.”

  She hummed low in her throat and did as I said, the seductive sound sending one more rush of blood straight to the cock straining against my open jeans.

  I’d pay for my command later for sure.

  Gladly.

  That ass…motherfucker, round and soft, I wanted to bury my face there for a fucking week.

  But first, the shoes…and the shirt.

  Gripping her ankles, I yanked her legs open wide, the lace slipping to the side, giving me a hot glimpse of her swollen pussy.

  “Something has definitely got into you today,” she said breathlessly with a hungry glance over her shoulder and her fingers digging into the sheets.

  “It’s this room.”

  “I thought you hated this room?”

  “I did, but now it’s got me all sorts of…inspired,” I said, tugging at the ties around the back of her legs with one hand while I traced my finger in small circles on the inside of her thighs with the other. Getting closer and closer, but never quite making contact.

  She ground her hips against the bed, hot and seeking, as her second shoe fell to the floor.

  “Aches, does it?” I said, grazing her ever so slightly with the back of my knuckle.

  She pushed up on her forearms and glared at me over her shoulder. And yeah, her fucking cheeks went nuclear when aroused and tinged with impatience.

  “You know damn well it does. Make me come or I’ll do it without you.” She growled the words even as her hips thrust against the mattress again.

  Sliding my hands up her legs, I grasped her tight right above the backs of her knees and flipped her over with one hard jerk.

  Her gleaming aquamarine eyes stared up at me, her lips parted on a ragged groan, and those lungs expanded with every gulp of air thrusting her round breasts with each breath.

  Grasping her wrists, I raised her arms, glided my hands over hers, and curled her fingers around the iron railing. Snatching the shirt from behind me, with one hard snap, it unfolded, and I threaded it through the headboard. Wrapping the fabric around her wrists twice, I tied the sleeves in a knot, locking her there under me.

  “You win this round. The shirt definitely looks better on you,” I said, grasping the front of her dress where the buttons held it together. I waited for her eyes to meet mine before wrenching the fabric with one hard snap, the sounds of buttons skittering across the floor echoing through the room.

  She tried to squeeze her thighs, her back bowing off the bed, clenching until her ass dug into the mattress under her.

  I flicked open her bra, but kept the material from falling away completely. Nope, I let it slide just enough the edge of each cup caught on her tight nipples…and stayed there.

  With every breath, the fabric shifted against those sweet, stiff peaks, teasing her so much more. Hooking my finger into the edge of those lace panties, I glided my finger back and forth, over and over, each pass turning her sighs into whimpers, her whimpers into growls.

  She raised her head to see what I’d done. “You’re a tease, flyboy,” she gasped out.

  “But admit it…we didn’t need the gift basket, did we? You’re hot and wet and I’m doing everything just the way you like it without the bullshit toys.”

  “Fucker.”

  I smiled at the bite in her voice. Eyes on hers, I lowered my head between her legs and bit her swollen clit right through her hot, damp panties.

  She rewarded me with a sharp cry turned sultry moan as I soothed the bite with my tongue.

  “No gi—ift ba—asket,” she panted out.

  I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face as I kissed and bit my way up her body, finally reaching her plump lips and heated glare.

  Sliding the lace to the side, I eased into her wet heat, seating myself so deep I felt her body’s hint of resistance before finally relaxing around me. “You’re going to marry me here, right in that sunflower field,” I whispered against her lips.

  “Yes,” she murmured, smiling against my mouth.

  “Maybe when you make an honest man out of me…”

  She laughed against my mouth and squeezed my cock, sending a shot of pleasure straight into my spine.

  “We’ll tap into the basket,” I said, stroking my fingers over her throat and nipping at the edge of her jaw. “But be ready, sweetheart, because when we do, I’m coming for that tight ass of yours.”

  Her pussy clamped on me like a vise and she hissed at my dirty words.

  “Or,” she said, lifting her head and sinking her teeth into my bottom lip. “You can take my ass right now.”

  Challenge flared in her eyes.

  I’d never be able to one-up this woman.

  But I’d left my running days behind me so I’d be damned if I’d give up trying.

  “Challenge accepted, sweetheart.”

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  About Casey Hagen

  USA Today Bestselling author Casey Hagen pens her snarky, passionate stories from the salty air of Kennebunk, Maine. She’s a born and raised Vermont native, a New England girl to the core, with Ben & Jerry’s in her heart and real Vermont maple syrup pumping through her veins.

  She’s the proud mother of three girls and a first-time grandma with an insatiable addiction to Fall Out Boy and the new Taylor Swift album, Folklore, because…AMAZEBALLS, and a new, rather concerning obsession with tattoos and piercings. Can you say “cool grandma?”

  The inked and pierced grandma spends her time tucked away in her office muttering inventive curse words and writing beautifully brutal romance between fierce women and the men who topple off their alpha thrones for them.

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