His friendship with Taylor, as warped as it was–since he usually imagined he was fucking her instead of those other women–was precious to him. Too precious to throw away on sex. But looking at her now, at the way her tiny nipples pressed against her shirt, or glancing down to see the junction of her legs outlined by the tight jeans, Sin was more tempted to just say fuck it and see what happened than he’d been in years.
Except this was Taylor. Sweet, innocent, goofy Taylor who didn’t seem to realize when a man was hitting on her because it happened all the fucking time at the shop. There was no way she was trying to seduce him. Not in a million years.
So Sin told his dick to get with the do–not–fuck–Taylor program and concentrated on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her brown eyes sparkling with something that looked a hell of a lot like fever.
“Are you sure you’re not sick?” he asked, putting down his beer, as concern took the place of lust. He reached out to feel her forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re warm, babe.”
She shrugged and took another sip of her beer, dodging him when he tried to feel her forehead again. “I’m not sick,” she muttered.
He didn’t exactly believe her, but he let it go. He’d have a beer with her and then bundle her ass into his truck before taking her home. Maybe he’d even make her one of his hot toddies. They’d always worked for Megan when she got sick.
Thinking about whether or not he should stop at his place to pick up the supplies for his cure–all, Sin took a large draw of his beer in the hopes of finishing it quickly and getting Taylor out of here.
“I want to suck your cock,” she said in that odd, raspy voice again.
Sin’s eyes widened in shock and he tried to gasp, except he still had beer in his mouth. It went down his windpipe, choking him. Eyes watering from the need to breathe, he slammed his bottle on the bar and commenced to coughing up a lung.
A hard whack right between his shoulders, as Taylor tried to either beat the air out of him or help him, he wasn’t sure which it was, managed to convince his lungs they needed to breathe before she killed him. Sucking in a whistling breath, then another and another, Sin’s body stopped trying to expel the fluid in his lungs and everything came back online.
Everything, including his cock.
Lifting his head to stare at Taylor, who looked decidedly embarrassed and appalled, Sin tried to tell himself he’d imagined what she said. He had to have. Taylor wasn’t that kind of woman. He knew this as surely as he knew he was perverted enough to wish she’d said she wanted to suck his cock. Because that was one of his all–time favorite fantasies. Of having Taylor on her knees, her eyes on him as he fed his dick all the way to the back of her throat.
“What did you say?” he wheezed, letting out a few more coughs to finish clearing his lungs.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, drawing his gaze to their plump contours. He could just about feel them wrapped around him as that little, pink tongue lapped at his tip… Sin had to bite back a groan as his dick pulsed with want. The selfish bastard.
“I said I want to suck your cock,” she said, in a nearly soundless whisper that may as well have been a shout to Sin.
He stilled. For a moment there, he almost thought his heart stopped, but no, it was pounding hard enough that he heard it. And he’d heard her correctly. There was no mistaking her words since they entered his head and bounced around a few million times like a pinball.
Suck your cock. I want to suck your cock.
Coming from Taylor’s innocent, sweet lips, they were like gasoline thrown on a smoldering fire. Instantaneous heat, all–consuming and out of control. But this was Taylor. Not some barfly who’d let him fuck her and then walk away with no regrets. Still, it wasn’t as though he could just walk away. Not after that.
He gripped the back of her neck, tugging her closer to his face so he could whisper in her ear. “You don’t say shit like that to a man like me, Taylor,” he warned in a voice gone rough with suppressed desire. “I don’t play games, I don’t beg and I don’t do regrets. So you’d better think twice about what you just said.”
Letting her go, forcing himself to forget about the silky hair he wanted to tug as he gave her what she so boldly claimed she wanted, Sin pulled away from her. He waited for her to backtrack, to crawfish as the locals in Grand Terre called it. But when he looked into her brown eyes, it was as though he’d tapped into something he’d never expected to see in her.
Pure, animalistic lust.
Chapter Two
He was trying to scare her, but Taylor wasn’t about to walk away from this. His words only amped up her hunger, her panties becoming soaked from the need to have him inside her, pounding into her. Silver eyes studied her with a gleam of sexual interest. The first time he’d ever looked at her that way, and it increased her desire until she thought she’d melt on the spot.
“I’m not playing a game,” she told him, wanting to just grab him and pull him into the cradle of her body. “I want you. I want to suck your cock and then scream while you’re fucking me.”
A muscle in his jaw bunched at her words, but he still didn’t take her up on her blatant offer. “Taylor.” God, the way he growled her name sent shivers cascading through her in a combination of lust and primal feminine fear of an Alpha male whose limits were being pushed. “I’m warning you. Keep this shit up and you’ll find yourself face down on the nearest surface being fucked harder than you ever thought possible.” He leaned forward to whisper in her ear again, the brush of his breath against her sensitive skin making her nipples throb. “I don’t do relationships. I fuck and I walk away.” He breathed deep, his chest teasing the tips of her breasts through their clothing. “So you have to decide if you can handle that. I’ll be more than glad to fuck you until you don’t know which way is up, but that’s all we’ll ever have. You can’t come back later crying ’cause you didn’t understand the consequences.”
His words taunted her, challenged her. The sane part of her mind urged her to really think about this. Things would change between them the minute they did anything sexual. Their easy rapport would disappear and there was a very good chance he wouldn’t want anything to do with her after this. Taylor was well aware that Sin didn’t do relationships, not even spending mornings after with his conquests. She was risking everything for one night.
Taylor licked her lips, the fire in her blood drowning out the tiny voice of reason that warned her she’d only end up hurt from this. She ignored it and placed her hand on Sin’s impossibly hard chest. There was no give. He was rock solid and immovable, both physically and mentally. It turned her on even more.
“I want it,” she said firmly, tilting her head back to stare him in the eye. “One night with you. I swear that’s all I want.” Liar. She shook off that damn voice. “No regrets in the morning, no tears, just a night to remember.”
He stared down at her, his eyes shadowed by the angle of his head and his thick eyelashes. Taylor’s heart pounded, threatening to burst out of her chest as she waited for his response. The anticipation was killing her. After she’d very nearly killed Sin. She hadn’t meant to just blurt out her intentions that way. She meant to work up to it, tease him a little with some of the moves she’d picked up from that actress and then whisper it in his ear while she was nibbling on his lobe. That’s how it’d happened in the movie. Of course, the guy the female lead said it to instantly whipped out his junk and let her suck him off with an entire bar watching.
That wasn’t happening in Grand Terre. There might be some weird, possibly kinky things happening around town, but blow jobs at Rockin’ Robbie’s was not going to happen unless it was in the bathroom.
Hmm. Taylor turned to glance in the direction of the bathrooms with a speculative gaze. It would be dirty and not just in a naughty way. Robbie wasn’t exactly a big fan of cleaning. Just thinking about dropping to her knees in either of the bathrooms was enough to make Taylor decide then and there that she would wait
until she was at Sin’s house. Maybe.
She turned back to him just in time to see a satisfied look on his face before he tugged her beer out of her hand and placed it on the bar.
“C’mon,” he said in that silken voice, as he held out his hand to her. And that tiny voice at the back of her mind died a horrible death.
The instant her fingers grazed his palm, a shiver worked its way down her spine and the moist heat in her pussy grew even hotter. This was really happening, she thought dazedly as she allowed him to help her off the stool. He even stopped to put some money on the bar for their drinks. Then, as though it was nothing new for him to leave the bar with a woman he hadn’t arrived with, Sin led her across the crowded space and she let him.
Because she was still dealing with that almost dizzying amount of lust coursing through her body at a simple touch. It wasn’t as though it was the first time they’d ever touched skin–to–skin, she tried to tell her ovaries. Their fingers and hands always came into contact with each other when they passed tools back and forth. Sin had even tickled her once.
Yes, and we were very happy then too. Remember?
Oh right. She’d done the gawking thing back then too. Which had made Sin stare at her as though he was trying to figure out if she was still breathing before he went back to whatever he was doing, leaving Taylor to try to corral this one–sided, rampant lust. But now he was taking her out of the bar. Just the two of them easing into the thick, humid air of a typical south Louisiana summer night.
“C’mon,” he said, pulling on her hand. “My truck’s over here.”
Taylor traipsed behind him. At least she was pretty sure it was a traipse. It might’ve been a skip or two because this was finally happening. She was practically giddy with anticipation, as she followed him to the sexy as hell 1959 Chevy Apache he drove around town. She loved this truck almost as much as she loved Sin. She wanted to have sex with him on the hood, in the bed, in the cab, anywhere as long as it involved him and that damn truck.
He helped her into the front seat, closing the door behind her and walking around the hood to the driver’s side. Taylor almost bounced on the restored leather seat.
This was happening. This was really fucking happening!
Sin started up the engine without saying a word. When the motor let out that throaty purr that never failed to make her wet, Taylor groaned in reaction. They pulled away from Robbie’s, Sin handling the truck with ease. No grinding the gears, no squealing of tires to prove he was a man, just calm, steady confidence.
Taylor inched closer to him, drawn to him like a moth to flame. And she didn’t stop until she was plastered to his side, her boobs smashed against his arm and her hand sliding up his thigh. The truck swerved.
“Be better if we waited until we were at my place,” was all he said, as he removed her hand from his thigh.
That sounded promising, but there was no way she was going to sit on the other side of the cab from him. Not when she finally had him where she wanted him. He’d let go of her hand to rest his arm along the back of the seat, leaving his body open to her. And she went for it. Just like the woman in the movie, she went for what she wanted. Well, sort of. The woman hadn’t been in a moving vehicle and the guy had his stuff already out when she went for it, but Taylor knew this wasn’t scripted, but real life. Which was just what she wanted.
When Taylor leaned into him rather than slide back over toward the passenger door, Sin’s entire body tensed. He needed her to move away from him if he was going to keep his sanity. He was already treading a very fine line after her little fever–induced statement. Having her this close to him, the sweet melon scent of her skin surrounding him like a cloud of Taylor and her soft hand on his thigh, was making him rethink his gallantry.
Fuck, it wasn’t gallantry. It was sheer, mindless self–preservation. He’d seen the indecision on her face when he laid it out for her. She might think she wanted him, wanted a good hard fucking from him, but she was too innocent to hide the slight edge of fear from him. And she should be scared of him. Having her lay out what she thought she wanted had Sin rethinking his plans. He’d take her to his house and put her in the spare room. There would be no fucking. Because goddamn, if he got inside her tight body, if he fucked her the way he wanted to, he wasn’t going to let her go.
Motherfucking hell. This wasn’t in his plans. She wasn’t in his plans. No woman was except for Megan, but Taylor managed to brush aside his intentions with the same ease she brushed aside safeties while she was running for a touchdown. He couldn’t just fucking keep her. She was…
Skating her hand up his thigh, far too close to his throbbing dick. Sin’s body sort of went lax on him. His brain said to stop her before she did something she really didn’t mean to, but his balls were cheering her on. And when she cupped him in her palm, squeezing gently, the groan he let out filled the interior of the truck.
“Taylor,” he rasped, his hand coming down to grip her wrist. But he couldn’t seem to find the strength to move it away. Still, he tried. “Just wait until we get to the house.” So I can lock your cute ass up and beat my meat to thoughts of what could have happened.
And wasn’t that a bitch. This wasn’t him. He never denied himself anything. Back in Dallas, his friends may have shortened his name to Sin but he was the one who’d taken the name and made it his own. He fucked who he wanted without remorse, approached his goals with the determination to succeed and he didn’t apologize for being rough and coarse. He wasn’t gallant. But Taylor made him want to be. He wasn’t the kind of man who had female friends, but Taylor somehow crept into his life and made herself a necessary part of it.
Her soft breath caressed his ear as she leaned forward, her hand still squeezing his dick through his jeans. “I’m not drunk. I’m not sick. I’m horny,” she purred in his ear, the words leaking into his brain and eating at his common sense. “And I want you. I want this big cock in my mouth and, later, I want it in my pussy as you fuck me.”
Shit, shit. She’d said it a–fucking–gain! There was only so much a man could take. And he’d reached his limit. He didn’t know what possessed her to decide she wanted to fuck tonight, wasn’t even sure he cared at the moment, because all he could think about was finally getting inside her. A tiny voice in the back of his mind warned him this was a bad idea, but it was drowned out by the loud rasp of his zipper being eased down its tracks. His dick, always eager for fun, sprang forward into her Taylor’s waiting hand.
Just like that, he lost the fight. “Fuck, babe,” he groaned when she squeezed him, bare hand to skin, her palm like a branding iron to his dick. Then she began to stroke him with firm, sure movements that had Sin forgetting he was driving his prized truck. All he could feel was her slightly rough skin sliding up and down his dick, her thumb stroking through the pre–cum pearling on the tip. Goddamn, he was going to regret this in the morning. He just fucking knew it, but there was no stopping it now. Not when she literally held his entire world in the palm of her talented hand. A hand that held him more firmly than other women did, handled him with ease as she jerked him off. “Yeah, babe. Just like that. Just…Fuck.“
Because she’d bent over his lap, his long legs offering her plenty of room between his chest and the steering wheel to put her mouth on his cock. Sin gripped the steering wheel one–handed, the leather creaking beneath his hold, as the tongue he’d fantasized for years lapped at his crown, lashing him with velvety roughness before smooth, silky lips surrounded the tip and sucked.
“Goddamn!” He arched his hips up, wanting deeper in her mouth. His free hand, long ago giving up the useless battle get her to let him go of his dick, went to the back of her neck, cupping her there and urging her to move faster, deeper. And she went with it, a soft moan vibrating along his length. “Goddamn, Taylor. Suck me just like that… All the way, all the–Son of a bitch!”
Taylor didn’t have a gag reflex. He had to have died and gone to heaven. His dreams, his jerk–off fantasies, h
adn’t prepared him for the possibility that his dream woman could swallow his whole cock in one go. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt her throat convulse around his crown, squeezing him the way her pussy would when he finally made it inside her. But that was for later. Right now, all he could think about was the stellar blow job Taylor was giving him, sucking him off as though she needed his cum to survive.
And she was about to get it. The telltale tingle at the base of his spine warned him he was about to blow. “Gonna come,” he told her in harsh pants, still gripping her neck, holding her to the rhythm she’d set up as she bobbed on his cock. “Gonna come, babe.”
She slid up his length and he thought she was going to finish him in her hand, but she stopped when all she had was the crown in her mouth. Her tongue flicking and lapping at his leaking tip, drawing on him. But it was when she grazed him with her teeth, not enough to hurt, but just enough to hint at possible pain, that he blew. He grunted, his hips jerking up to fuck her mouth, to pump his cum onto her eager tongue. The loud gulps she made told him all he needed to know about whether she spit or swallowed. His Taylor was definitely a swallower and he’d never been so fucking thankful for anything in his life.
“Mm,” she hummed as she finished him off, taking all he had to give. “You taste good.”
He was shaking from the power of his climax. Sin gulped down air, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was gone. Disappeared when Taylor Guillory put her mouth on his cock and surpassed every fantasy he’d ever had of her. He was a bastard. A total bastard for letting her give him a blow job in his truck. He hadn’t done shit like that since he was a teenager. Then again, he couldn’t seem to find it in himself to regret it. Like he’d told her, he didn’t do regrets and that had been the best blow job of his life.
Blinking open his eyes, Sin glanced around to see they’d rolled to a stop about five miles from his house. Luckily he lived outside of town and there was no traffic around, no people who might have been run over while he was getting a blow job to end all blow jobs. Thank god.
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