Rough & Tumble (The Haven Brotherhood)

by Rhenna Morgan

  His thoughts sputtered, stalled out altogether, then lurched forward. “Let me see if I’ve got this right. You think I want to talk to you about us not being an us?”

  “Usually, that’s what comes after ‘We need to talk.’ And I don’t blame you. I really don’t—”

  “‘We need to talk’ cues you straight into thinking I’m walking away from you?”

  “Well, not just that, but everyone knows—”

  “What else?”

  “Huh?”

  “What else made you think I was leading up to ‘the talk’?”

  She ducked her chin and studied the carpet, her face turning a pretty shade of pink. “You haven’t... I mean, we’ve kissed but nothing else.”

  “Are we talking about sex?”

  An answer might not have slipped past her lips, but the hard line of her mouth said plenty.

  Un-fucking-believable. If the surprise turn in topics wasn’t so damned frustrating and his bloodstream so amped up on adrenaline, he’d have laughed.

  He gripped her hips and pulled her closer, centering her between his knees. “Only reason I haven’t stripped you down and buried myself between your thighs, sugar, is because you earned a bullet stepping between me and a man with a gun. I might be a gruff, uncouth son of a bitch, but I’d never put my needs over yours. Not like that. It most certainly does not mean we’re done.”

  Her gaze snapped back to his. “I thought...” She blinked a few times and tightened her grip on his shoulders. “I guess I thought you were losing interest and were waiting to let me down easy.”

  God, she was cute when she got flustered. Jumpy and tentative, but sweet and innocent. He stood, sucked in a calming breath and dragged a thumb along her cheekbone. “Sugar, my dick’s had a perpetual semi since I set eyes on you and gets rock hard and ready for business if you so much as lick your lip. Trust me, I’d lock your ass up and work you over for hours if I thought your body was ready for it.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah. Oh.” He cupped her face on each side and got up good and close. “Meant every word I said the night I brought you here, Viv. Whatever this is between us, I want more, and I’ll kick down whatever hurdles stand between us to get it. Me giving you time to heal doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you until you scream.”

  Her lips parted on a tiny gasp.

  “Now, any other jacked ideas you got cooking in that head of yours?”

  She rolled her lower lip inward and nibbled on the edge. “Maybe.”

  Maybe? Really? He’d have to find more ways to keep those damned hamsters of hers occupied going forward. “Let’s hear ‘em.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  “Oh, we’re gonna talk about it.” He picked her up and plunked her ass on the desk. “Spill it. Now.”

  That did it. She straightened up and hit him with a solid scowl. “Fine. The night you brought me here, you said you were holding back with me. That you were afraid you’d scare me off. Well, just so you know, I’m not a prude. I can take whatever you dish out, in or out of bed.”

  Son of a bitch. Viv pissed off was sexy as hell, but all that attitude paired with her throwing down on sex was a wet dream. The blood rushed to his dick so fast it was a wonder he didn’t pass out on the spot. “Never said you were a prude, sugar. I said I was afraid to go too fast and dirty for fear I’d run you off.”

  “Well, maybe I want fast and dirty.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  He snatched her hand and pressed it over his raging erection. “You feel that?”

  Oh, yeah. She felt it, whether she wanted to admit it or not. In the space of two seconds, all the fire she’d aimed at him shifted to full-on hunger, her lips loosening and her breath sawing in and out.

  “That’s what you do to me, sweetheart. Doesn’t matter if you want slow and easy or fast and dirty. If you want it, you tell me and I’ll deliver. What you don’t do is get up in that head of yours or beat around the damned bush.”

  She gently squeezed his length through the denim, her eyes never straying from the bulge beneath her palm.

  “You hear me?” he said.

  Licking her lower lip, she lifted her gaze and stroked him tip to root. “Yeah.”

  He ground his cock into her touch, the noble and entirely unwanted task of giving her the choice to leave falling further and further on the priority list. Hell, right now the only priority he had was seeing how far his Little Miss was willing to fan the fire she’d started. His voice dropped an octave. “You need your man to give it to you?”

  The air around them hung thick and heavy as an August night in Texas.

  Viv nodded, slow and trance-like.

  “Tell me how you want it, sugar.”

  Her voiced trembled, so quiet he barely heard it. “Dirty.”

  His cock jerked behind his jeans and the slow ache in his balls ramped to insistent need. Another hundred years on the planet and the worst case of dementia couldn’t shake the memory she’d just given him. One perfect, carnal word spoken from those plump, pink lips. If Hugh Hefner could capture it with a camera, he’d increase his fortune tenfold. “How’s your shoulder?”

  “Zeke says I start physical therapy next week.”

  He slid her off the desk and pressed his raging cock against her soft belly. “I’d say that’s a clean enough bill of health to give my girl what she wants.” He dragged his thumb along her lower lip until they parted. He slipped it inside and she wrapped her mouth around it, her teeth gently scraping the edge.

  “That right there.” He pulled his thumb free and slicked the moisture along her mouth. “Want to see that sweet tongue of yours on my dick. Your pretty lips stretched around my cock.”

  “You didn’t let me before.”

  “Because I was so damned close to coming, I’d have never made it.” He aimed a pointed look at the floor between them. “Not going to stop you now, though.”

  Damned if the little minx didn’t purse her mouth in a way that promised all kinds of innocent trouble. She held his stare and eased to her knees.

  “Ah, Viv...” His voice wavered and his lungs emptied on a shaken hiss. Countless times he’d imagined seeing her like this, and in every scenario he’d been the one in control, the one guiding and coaxing her forward. Now reality was here and all he could do was burn in the hesitant power radiating off her.

  She worked the buttons on his jeans and shimmied them and his briefs past his hips enough to free him. His cock jutted heavy and ready just inches from her lips. She traced her finger along one vein then gently coiled her hand around the base. Her warm breath fluttered against his skin. “Talk to me, Jace.”

  “Having a hard time thinking about anything past your mouth right now, sugar.” He cupped the side of her face, so damned tempted to fist that wild hair of hers and pull her the rest of the way forward. “You tugged the tiger’s tail and said you wanted to play.” He flexed into her grip. “So let’s play.”

  She grinned and pressed a lingering kiss at the base of his shaft. Pulling away enough to peek at him from beneath her lashes, she murmured against his skin. “It’s not the tiger’s tail I’m interested in.”

  Before he could so much as register the snarky comment, her tongue flicked out for a taste.

  His breath seized and every muscle tightened, his whole being fixated on her tongue’s wicked, leisurely path toward the tip. It was beautiful. One of the most erotic and intimate pictures he’d ever seen, her eyes closed as she savored and sampled every inch of him. With other women it always seemed a bit of a show, coy looks and smiles mixed with well-placed touches. This was a gift. Real participation and desire that resonated deep.

  She tongued the ridge beneath his glans and opened her eyes, the usual light gray closer to a summer storm and glossy
with need. “You wanted me to let go.” She circled the tip. “I deserve the same from you.”

  Wet heat surrounded him, her soft lips gliding nearly to the base of his cock in one surge as her challenge ricocheted through his head. Let go? Hell, he was already in a fifty-thousand-foot free fall. What was left of his good intentions shattered into tiny splinters at the vision of her at his feet, worshiping every inch of him. No timidity, no shame, just absolute abandon. This was the woman he’d sensed buried deep, the hedonist begging for release.

  He buried his fingers in her hair and fisted the wild mass at the back of her head, urging her into a deeper rhythm and rocking into her luscious mouth. “This what you wanted?”

  A pretty mewl vibrated along his cock and her nails dug into his hip where she braced herself for balance.

  He tightened his grip, not enough to hurt, but enough to heighten her senses. “Wanted the untamed man to push you where you want to go?”

  Another moan, this one paired with a scorching silent plea from those big gray eyes.

  Releasing one hand, he outlined her mouth stretched around his girth. “Get me to the edge, sugar. Right up to the peak. Want my dick so fucking hard and heavy by the time I slide inside you, I can’t see straight.”

  She pulled away and licked the end of him, her shallow breath rasping against his slick flesh. “I want to taste you.”

  He covered her firm grip with his own and dragged the mushroomed head along her lower lip. “You want to have a night in charge, we can play that scenario out, but tonight is not that night.” He guided himself between her lips and urged her back into motion with his fist in her hair. “Tonight, I’m coming inside you. Feeling your pussy grip my cock so hard I can’t remember anything else the rest of the night.”

  She moaned around him and upped her efforts, bobbing up and down as though she couldn’t get enough. The flat of her tongue rasped each ridge, and the end of him whispered against the back of her throat. He’d never last long like this, not with that ravenous look on her face and her hair tickling his thighs.

  Relinquishing her grip on his hip, she cupped his tight sac and rolled him in her palm.

  His muscles tightened and he damned near gave in, pulling her off him about a quarter of a second before she got the taste she wanted. “Naughty girl.” He fisted himself to stave off the orgasm still churning in his balls and tried to suck in a decent breath. The second he thought he wouldn’t change his mind and spill on her tongue anyway, he hefted her up and spun her around. Sliding his hands under her tank, he skimmed her torso until he cupped her breasts. He ground his hips against her ass, the denim harsh against his throbbing dick. “Get your shirt off.”

  She wiggled free of it, favoring her injured side, and tossed it to the floor.

  Nuzzling behind her ear, he plumped her tight mounds and thumbed her nipples. “You getting shot sucks, but that bullet hole making you swear off bras is a nice side benefit.” He licked the shell of her ear then blew across the wet line. “Now the jeans.”

  Unhooking her buttons and zipper took longer. Her head fell back on his shoulder and her fingers fumbled as he worked her breasts. When she’d pushed them and her panties to her knees, she gave up altogether and covered his hands with her own.

  “Hu-uh,” he said. “Want ’em all the way off. You want it dirty, then I want you naked and bent over my desk. Want to make sure I never walk in this room again without having that image burned into the back of my eyelids.”

  “Jace.” She arched into his touch and tried to slide one hand down.

  “Get ’em off, sugar, or I’ll make you wait for it longer.”

  She huffed and shoved them the rest of the way off, kicking them to one side.

  “Good girl.” He tapped the inside of one foot with his boot. “Now spread your feet wider and bend over, chest flat against the desk.”

  “What about your clothes?”

  He stroked the line of her spine from the small of her back to her neck and pressed her to the desk. “Feeling a little exposed? Indecent?”

  A shiver rippled beneath his palm and goose bumps spread across her skin. She laid her check against the desk and closed her eyes, her answer coming out in a whisper. “Yes.”

  “Good.” Sitting in the chair, he smoothed his hands over her ass and down the backs of her thighs, and damn near came from the visual. He ghosted his thumbs along the sides of her swollen pink labia and gently blew along the shiny, slick skin. “How about now?”

  Her hips lifted in a none-too-subtle invitation and a low, grated groan filled the room. “Jace, please.”

  “Please what, sugar?” He slicked two fingers through her folds and coated her swollen clit with her wetness. “You want me to work you with my mouth or my cock?”

  “Your cock.” She wiggled as best she could, pressed against the desk. “Please.”

  Splaying his hands on the globes of her ass, he leaned in and pulled in a deep breath, teasing her flesh with the barest brush of his lips. “Not sure I can now.” He exhaled and licked the same path he’d made with his fingers. “Got your sweet pussy served up so pretty, don’t think I can pass up a taste.” He circled her clit with his tongue. “Think you’d be smart to hang on.”

  He struck, sucking the tight nub in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

  Viv cried out and bucked against him, tremors wracking her legs as she fought to angle for more.

  God, he loved the taste of her. A sharp nectar that lingered on his tongue. Over and over he worked the plump folds, teasing her entrance and stabbing inside. She was right. This woman wouldn’t just take what he dished out, she’d demand it. Deserved everything he could give her and then some.

  With one last lap of his tongue, he stood and held her in place with a fistful of hair. He plunged two fingers in her drenched core. “Gonna work you hard, sugar. You ready for that?”

  She whimpered, but nodded her head in quick agreement.

  He pulled his fingers free and spanked her ass. “Need an answer.”

  “Yes.”

  He mirrored the spank on her other cheek, smoothing the stings away as fast as he gave them. “Yes, what?”

  “Work me hard.”

  Back and forth he alternated, tiny, stinging slaps on her reddening ass and teasing, short thrusts from his fingers, until both their labored breaths filled the office. His cock strained tall and hard against his belly, the flared head tight and desperate for her wet heat.

  He shifted, dug a condom out of his pocket, and tore the package open with his teeth. Adrenaline coursed through his blood so thick and fast, it was a wonder he got the damned thing rolled on without fumbling. “You so much as feel a twinge in that shoulder and don’t tell me, you’re gonna find a side to me you don’t like. We clear?”

  “Crystal.”

  He laughed and gave her ass an extra smack. “See you’re a smart-ass when you get fired up.” He coated his cockhead in her wetness and lined himself up. “Let’s see how you get when you explode.”

  He plunged to the root in one thrust, and his growl tangled with her cry of relief. Damn, but she was heaven. Ripe and tight, tiny flutters already rippling around his dick and building perfect pressure in his balls. He slid his hand under her torso and lifted her up, one arm slanted between her breasts with his hand around her neck, and the other anchored across her hip so he could hold her in place and finger her clit. “Need you there quick, babe. Find it and take me with you.”

  She let out an agonized moan and angled her hips to take more of him, her hands gripping his wrists for dear life. “Harder.”

  Something savage and primal took over, his hips slapping against hers and his tight balls tapping her swollen flesh. With each thrust, her breasts swayed and jiggled, the tiny points just begging for his lips. “Can’t wait anymore, sweetheart. Time for you to fly.” Before he could second-gue
ss the action, he pinched her clit then gave it a stinging slap.

  Viv threw her head against his shoulder and let out a ragged wail, her walls clinching down on his cock so hard his lungs seized. “Jace!”

  His cock jerked and flexed inside her, his own release jetting free so powerfully, he surged forward and nearly threw them both across the desk. He braced and rocked against her writhing ass. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything beyond ride the clutch of her pussy and the fierce pulses ricocheting up and down his shaft.

  Christ, she was perfect. Wild and sweet. Dirty and innocent. As if the universe had converged in some cosmic event and made the ideal woman just for him. After all he’d done, despite all his sins and imperfections, she was here. Bound to him in the most fundamental way a man could claim a woman. Somewhere, somehow, he must have done something right. Now all he had to do was find a way to make sure she didn’t slip away.

  Viv let out a tremulous breath and dropped her head forward. How Jace managed to hold her against him with the sweat coating her torso was a mystery, but she was sure glad he could. There wasn’t a muscle anywhere on her willing to function beyond breathing, and she was awfully glad her wild hair covered her face, because she was pretty sure it screamed Gobsmacked.

  He rolled his hips against her one last time and slipped free of her core, steadying her with hands at her hips before he dealt with the condom. Seconds later, he turned her and pulled her tight against him, his denim a delicious friction against her bare thighs and belly. “You okay?”

  She nuzzled into the crook of his neck and savored the manly sunshine scent of him. “Okay is probably the wrong word. Boneless sounds good.” She giggled and kissed him behind his ear. “Well, maybe not boneless. That makes me sound like a steak.”

  He chuckled low and swept her into his arms. “I do believe my girl’s fuck drunk.”

  “Ha!” The sharp bark busted free as sure as it would’ve after three or four tequilas, more light and worry free than she’d been in...well, ever. “I think you may be right.”

  Carrying her into his adjoining bedroom, he flipped on a side light and laid her out in the center of the king-size bed. “How’s the shoulder? Any pain?”