Tequila

by Rebecca Sharp

  He tasted like a safe place to land.

  I’d been flying high for so long now and it felt like this morning was the first time I’d looked down. And I didn’t see how far I’d come, I only saw how far away I was from all the other parts of life that mattered to me.

  Higher. Farther. Faster.

  I’d told myself the further away I flew, the less I would need what was left behind.

  Today, I looked down. I saw my life I could’ve lost, and I realized I needed to land. I needed to come back down—and I wanted to come back to him.

  “Shay,” he rasped before devouring my mouth once more.

  I groaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. There was no time for gentle as my tongue found his, stroking along its velvet length, moaning when he did the same. It was erotic and essential—two things I would’ve never grouped together before, now seemed inextricable. He licked over every inch, searching and finally sending relief for all the need built up and stored in my cells.

  His hands cupped my ass and pulled me hard against him. I didn’t even register my feet leaving the ground until my back was pressed against the living room wall, wedging me against his delicious heat.

  His mouth ate up my gasp and continued its hot and heavy assault on mine. Our tongues warred, reminding me of the way I’d been taught to attack during a dogfight up in the air.

  Advance and retreat.

  Dip and swirl.

  Rise and fall.

  Don’t stop.

  And win… always win.

  It felt like there was no time for slow and steady. No time except that to claim what was absolutely and desperately necessary.

  And to prove I’d survived this morning—and that we wouldn’t survive any longer trying to stay apart.

  “You almost died today,” he growled, grinding the thick length of his erection against my core, making it clench sharply with need.

  Waves of pleasure rippled through muscles that now burned with a new kind of energy and adrenaline.

  It wasn’t a statement or even a question; it was an accusation.

  “But I didn’t,” I whimpered as he bit into my lower lip and sucked.

  “You’re not allowed to leave me like that,” he commanded sternly. “You’re not allowed to leave me again.”

  I shuddered as hot stars flickered in my vision when he began to rub his cock against me. I needed him so badly that even the layers of clothing didn’t dampen the electric fire that shook me each time he stroked over my clit.

  Heat flooded my body just as violently as the water ravaged through the canyon. It came and it demolished all my fears. All my reservations.

  “Is that another of your rules?” My voice was breathless and needy as our mouths tore at each other.

  “It’s my only fucking rule.”

  I cried out when one hand slid over my shirt to cup my breast. Now this was torture, I thought as he kneaded and toyed with my nipple until I was a quivering ball of need trapped between him and the wall.

  His touch was firm and domineering. It staked claim to part of me without giving me a choice.

  He’d given me a choice before. This time he wasn’t letting me go without a fight.

  “Fuck, Shay.” I felt his ragged voice against my skin as his teeth nipped along my chin, claiming as many inches of me as quickly as he could.

  “I need you, Logan,” I pleaded, rolling my hips against his encouragingly. My underwear was drenched, rubbing with slick friction along my sex. “I need you inside me.”

  “God.”

  My feet dropped to the ground and I sucked in a harsh breath, afraid for a very painful second he was going to pull away again.

  And then his shoulders dropped from underneath my arms as he knelt in front of me, cursing and ripping off his bandages in order to make quick work of the waist of my borrowed pants, dragging them to the floor.

  I hoped the seams I heard tearing weren’t important ones.

  His hand dragged up between my thighs as he rose, stopping when they hit the damp, aching center between them.

  “Jesus, you’re so wet.” His face was buried against my neck, heavy breaths staining my skin as he delved between my folds with pleasurable purpose.

  “Drenched.” I bit down on my lip, stifling a cry as his fingers slid along the seam of my sex, coating his fingers with my desire before pulling on my clit. And at that point, my whole body threatened to collapse. “I need you inside me, Logan.”

  My hands went to his waist. Normally steady under the most intense pressure, they fumbled with refreshing annoyance undoing his zipper.

  His long groan was almost enough to send me over the edge as I cupped over his long pulsing cock. It sprung against my palm, filling and forcing my fingers wide in order to grasp around his girth. Even through his boxers, I could feel how hot his flesh was—and I wanted it to burn inside me.

  “Is that an order?” he rasped, his fingers that were buried in my pussy now a damp vise around my wrist, pulling me away from his arousal.

  “No. It’s a rule.”

  He swore again, shoving his pants down just over his hips. Red and swollen, his cock jutted toward me, and I felt more moisture rush and drip from my core.

  Hoisted up once more, my inside muscles clenched with greedily feeling the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, spreading my folds wide and coating the head with my slickness.

  One hand locked behind my neck, burying into my hair and tipping my head back so his mouth could lock on mine.

  “You almost died,” he bit out one last time as his Anejo-tequila gaze intoxicated mine. “And I need you so fucking bad.”

  The way he said it, I knew his need went far beyond physical.

  “Logan…” I angled my hips, sinking the velvet tip of him just inside me. “Fuck me and make me fly.”

  A hoarse roar escaped from his lips as they closed over mine.

  There was a mountain man underneath his ranger regalia, and he’d finally come for me.

  Hard against the wall, Logan thrust his hips and speared his massive length inside me.

  Fully. Completely. To the hilt.

  I choked as pleasure and pain ripped through me violently, slamming my body back against the wall. My muscles pulled and stretched around his width, sending an incapacitating mix of pain and pleasure fracturing through my cells.

  I was able to withstand nine gs of vertical force in an F-16 for several seconds while flying certain maneuvers. But this? Grey fog creeped in from the periphery of my vision. My head felt light and my limbs heavy, weighted with desire.

  The sensation brought a whole new meaning to G-spot.

  My body stretched and shifted to accommodate him, and I felt the ragged heaving of his chest against mine as the brink of desire crested over the edge of exhaustion and almost took us both down.

  There was pain, but I needed that pain because I was alive. And I almost hadn’t been.

  “Fuck me, Logan,” I demanded breathlessly.

  His mouth closed over mine and his hips began to move.

  Pummeling. Punishing. He plowed into me, spreading and marking me with each thrust, making it seem as though the whole foundation of the house shook with the force.

  The pleasure burned. The need for orgasm so physically and emotionally intense, I thought I might pass out. Pain and pleasure. Hot and cold. Strong and vulnerable. Everything and not enough.

  With each stroke, the throbbing length of him rubbed against that spot along my front wall. The elusive one that hardly gets found, but my ranger…

  I whimpered as though the path to it had been marked solely for him.

  He always found all the most sensitive parts of me and brought them to life.

  So easily. So perfectly.

  I gasped and shuddered as every cell stood on end, the rolling waves of my release heading straight toward me.

  “God, Shay,” he groaned, and I felt his cock thicken even wider. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”


  Higher. Farther. Faster.

  Our hips found a rhythm that went beyond conscious capability.

  My sex squeezed and gushed around him, letting him slide so deep inside me I felt him against my stomach. I felt consumed.

  Digging my hands into his hair, my mouth dropped open as my head tipped back, choking and gasping as the crest of my orgasm gripped me and held me hostage for several long seconds.

  I wanted to come down, but I couldn’t.

  Stranded, I heard Logan’s pained groan as my muscles seized with an impossible grip around his cock. Trapping him. Strangling him.

  I gasped and cried his name as my release finally broke as, my body convulsing and rocking against his. And suddenly, I was flying and falling at the same time.

  For so long, I thought it had to be one or the other—that to be a pilot, to be the best, I had to forget about being a woman. But with Logan… I was both.

  I was everything.

  With feral grunts, Logan slammed into my quaking core. Once. Twice. And then he was gone. Spearing up through my folds and rubbing over my swollen and needy clit, I climaxed again as I felt the warm jets of liquid shoot up underneath my shirt and coat my stomach.

  “Shay,” he rasped my name, his warm breath against the crook of my neck making me shiver as he continued to pulse against me.

  I hadn’t even thought about protection.

  I was on the pill, but not here. I didn’t have anything with me here.

  And though I should’ve felt grateful that he’d pulled out, there was a tiny hole of loss in my gratitude balloon, leaking out enough to make me aware how much I’d wanted to feel him inside me—that whatever the consequences were, I wanted them with him.

  Because I wasn’t a superhero.

  I wanted more than to just save the world. I wanted all the parts of life and love that came with being real.

  “Holy—”

  “Shit,” I finished for him breathlessly.

  He tipped his head back to find my eyes. “I couldn’t…” he huffed. “You could’ve died today.”

  I licked my lips. “Don’t make me have to do it again to convince you to want me.”

  I tried to keep my tone light, but it fell flat under the heavy weight of his stare.

  “You never had to convince me to want you, Shay,” he rasped, brushing a piece of hair back from my face. “I was trying to convince myself I didn’t need you.”

  My heart stopped.

  “And do you?”

  His eyes searched mine. I knew what they were looking for. They wanted my truth.

  How I felt about him.

  Why I was here.

  What I was going to do when this was all over.

  “We should shower,” he declared with a low voice.

  But instead of setting me down, he carried me into the bathroom, his pants threatening to fall from where they hung open on his hips.

  “You didn’t have to carry me,” I said as he set me down, noticing how his impressive cock was still hanging thickly in front of him.

  Yeah, we were definitely going to have to do that again, I silently agreed.

  He planted his hands on the wall on either side of me and leaned in.

  “From here on out, let’s assume I know all the things I don’t have to do, sweetheart.” His hoarse breath caressed my cheek. “Let’s assume all things I’m going to do to you are because I want to.”

  Heat bloomed through my skin leaving pools of hot desire all over me as a new ache settled between my thighs.

  “And what are all those things, Logan?”

  His strangled grunt made me shiver. What just happened only grazed the surface of everything between us.

  “You’ll have to shower—and stay—to find out.”

  I’d always loved the promises he made me.

  This time, I was going to stick around long enough to let him keep them.

  I wiped my towel over my face, hearing Shay out in the kitchen.

  Holy fuck.

  My dick twitched again. Forget physiology or anatomy, it was no match for wanting Shay for six years and now having her.

  And needing to have her again.

  She could’ve died in that pit, and though I’d worked through the rest of the day because I needed to—because we needed to—the second we left the emergency center, there was no other thought in my mind except that I’d been so close to losing her again without ever really having her.

  And the only thing that was keeping her from me was myself.

  Forgoing a shirt and boxers, I threw on my sweats and padded into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of the blonde bombshell wearing nothing but my t-shirt as she stood at the counter making our nightly PB&J sandwiches.

  “I don’t know if I mastered your perfect ratio of peanut butter to jelly,” she murmured, the breathless hitch in her voice and the heat in her eyes telling me that she was just as hungry as I was.

  And not for a fucking PB&J.

  But I took the sandwich she offered me anyway.

  “Shay, I shouldn’t have—”

  “I’m going to stop you right there, Boy Scout,” she tossed at me, sinking a hand onto her waist. “You definitely should have.”

  She arched a brow, daring me to disagree with her, and when I didn’t, she picked up her own sandwich and we made our way into the living room. Sinking into the leather armchairs, we ate by the fire like we’d done for the past several nights.

  And it felt so… normal.

  A strange word to come to mind in the middle of such extraordinary circumstances, but there it was.

  Bold. Decisive. Daring.

  Too hungry and exhausted to do much but scarf down the sandwiches, with the sounds of the crackling fire in the background.

  When I was finished, I took her paper towel and balled it with mine, walking into the kitchen to throw our garbage away.

  I turned to see her closing the distance between us. Her damp hair slung over her shoulder, the strands lightening as they dried. Her eyes locked on mine, darkening as she approached me.

  Instinctively, my hands reached out as soon as she was close enough to touch, pulling her against me.

  “Take me to bed, Logan,” she murmured with a heated stare that could melt the North Pole, and my cock grew hard as a fucking stone.

  I covered her lips with mine, growling against their sweet softness as I hoisted her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her into the bedroom.

  Today had been a helluva day.

  The kind that exceeds words.

  The kind that reduces us to the most basic human needs.

  Needing to hold her to prove she was still alive. Needing to kiss her to taste how much she wanted me.

  And needing to sink myself into her hot heaven to know she was mine.

  Her tongue tangled with mine and stroked it firmly; I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have that delicious pressure along my cock, swirling around my tip, and sucking me between her peanut-butter-perfect lips.

  I groaned as I gently set her on the bed, feeling nothing but the naked skin of her hips underneath my fingers.

  “I need you, Shay,” I murmured, relishing her whimper as she writhed against me. “For more than this.” I nibbled on her neck as I lifted my shirt over her head, exposing every inch of her glorious golden body to my gaze.

  Leaving her on the bed, I pushed back and hooked my thumbs underneath the waist of my sweats, drinking in the sight of her propped up in my bed.

  Her hands resting behind her, Shay watched me with a hooded stare. Her breasts were swollen and red-tipped, begging to be tasted, and the flat plane of her stomach tapered down to where my cock wanted to be buried.

  “I know,” she confessed weakly. Meeting my eyes, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she told me, “I need you for more than tonight.”

  I groaned, pushing my sweats down and kicked them to the side, my dick bobbing heavily in front of me.


  Bending over her, I captured her mouth in another searing kiss, drowning myself in the powerfully sweet taste of her. Her confidence. Her desire.

  She was still pure intoxication.

  “You still taste like tequila,” I rasped, regretting my small joke when it made her tits bounce as she laughed.

  With a grunt, I bent down and captured one taut peak into my mouth, falling a little farther at the feel of her soft firm flesh between my lips.

  She arched against me as I gave myself every second with her breasts that six years had denied me. Laving, biting, sucking—the soft tip of her nipple was like the sweetest candy between my lips. I teased her until she was writhing underneath me, her nails scoring into my back as she begged for more.

  “Logan…” she whimpered.

  “You have no idea how much I want to make you come like this,” I rasped, swirling my tongue around her nipple. “I just want to lick and suck you until your perfect pussy floods my whole fucking bed, Shay.”

  Her hips jerked against where my leg separated hers, giving my thigh a taste of the hot moisture between her thighs. Groaning, I sacrificed a hand to dip down to her sex, sliding over her swollen clit.

  I hissed as her fingers speared through my hair and she forced my head back to look up at her.

  “No more floods, Logan,” she commanded in a tone that was anything but commanding.

  I felt moisture leak from the tip of my cock as I pushed two fingers inside her warmth, feeling the way her muscles clamped down eagerly on the invasion. She needed more. Already. Even after how hard I fucked her an hour ago.

  “I need you inside me when I come.”

  I sucked in a breath and the orgasm I’d held at bay in favor of exploring the treasure in front of me came rushing back in full force.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you,” I whispered as I slid up her body and reached over to my nightstand to grab a condom.

  She took the packet from my fingers and tore it open, reaching for my throbbing cock.

  “And I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you.” She toyed with my angry flesh, stroking the shaft before rolling her thumb over the blunt purple tip, spreading the drop of pre-cum around my head.