Rating the Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Builders)

25. Riggs

CHAPTER 25

Riggs

W e had a blast at the annual Port Saint Joe Festival of Trees at the Center of the Arts. As we walked around and looked at the festively decorated Christmas trees, Libby, my fucking dream girl, hooked her arm with Nana’s. She acted as though they were old friends out for a stroll, but I knew she was lending support because Nana’s too stubborn and prideful to use her cane out in public. That simple act of kindness only made me fall harder for Liberty Hill.

Afterward, as was my tradition with Nana, we all had a fancy dinner at The White Marlin, a waterside restaurant on the bay.

“Are you taking me home?” Libby asks after I drop off Nana at her house in Mexico Beach and hop back on Highway 98 toward Port Saint Joe. She sounds disappointed.

Reaching for her hand, I lift it and kiss her knuckles. “No, I wanted to show you something.”

“You just like to do the time warp thing, don’t you?”

I laugh at that. The change from central to eastern time zone occurs in Mexico Beach. There’s even a big photo op chair so people can sit in both time zones at the same time.

“It’s a surprise,” I tell her, hoping she hasn’t already seen it.

I go through a drive-through and order us each a hot cocoa with extra marshmallows, and a few minutes later, I back my SUV into a parking spot.

“Keep your eyes closed,” I remind Libby as I open the door for her.

“They’re closed, you weirdo. Where are we?”

Leading her to the back of my vehicle, I pop the hatch open and guide her to sit down before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Keep ’em closed. Let me get the cocoa.” After retrieving our drinks, I settle in beside her and cover us with a light blanket. “Okay, you can look now.

“Am I going to see your penis when I open my eyes?”

I chuckle. “No, I’m saving that for when we get back to my house. You can penis-gaze to your heart’s content.” Focusing on her face, I watch the wonder in her eyes when her lids lift.

“Riggs, it’s gorgeous!” she gasps.

My chest swells because I love sharing things with her, making her happy. I finally pull my eyes from her and look beyond the vehicle. The local lighthouse has been draped so it looks like a Christmas tree, the tiny white lights sparkling against the dark backdrop of night.

We snuggle close together and drink our cocoa as we enjoy the beautiful sight in front of us. No words are spoken. We’re simply being.

Turning my head, I kiss Libby’s temple and she looks up at me with stars in her eyes, literally and figuratively. “Thank you, Riggs.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” Our lips brush for a brief second, and my next words whisper against her soft mouth. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone.”

“Me neither.”

I kiss her again—more deeply this time—tasting the marshmallow and chocolate on her tongue, but the flavor is nowhere as sweet as the emotions surging through my chest.

And in the soft glow of the lighthouse, I fall madly in love with Liberty Hill.

There are only two days left till Christmas, and today is my last day of work at Mercato. Yes, I’m still going to be involved in the family business as a member of the board of directors, but Silvia is going to step into the VP job until Leo retires.

I feel so fucking light and free as I walk out the door of the office building. My phone pings, and I smile when I see Nana’s name.

Nana Viv: Your girl called to get my lasagna recipe. Let me know how it turns out.

Goddamn, my heart is full right now. And so is my cock. Is it weird that I’m turned on by the thought of Libby cooking my grandma’s recipe?

On a whim, I stop and buy a bouquet of daffodils wrapped with a big yellow bow before heading home. I gave Libby a key to my house because she likes writing on my back porch, and I’m happy to find her car parked out front when I arrive.

I enter quietly and hear singing from the kitchen. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch Libby’s cute little ass swaying as she browns ground sausage on the stovetop and croons a sultry version of “Santa Baby.”

Her blonde ponytail bounces with her movements, and I smile. Libby manages to be sexy and adorable at the same time. Scooping some of the meat onto a saucer, she blows on it before squatting down and setting it on the floor.

“Here ya go, my little nugget.” Ace gobbles the snack and ogles at the woman rubbing his head. “Is that good stuff, buddy?” His tongue lolls out as he grins.

Libby continues her singing as she moves to the sink to wash her hands. While she’s drying them, a pop sounds from the stovetop, and she squeals.

“Shit, the sauce!” Rushing to the stove, she attempts to stir something in a large pot, but red splatters plop up from inside and make a huge mess. “Fuck you, stupid sauce,” she growls, grabbing the handle and moving the pot from the burner. The odor of burned tomatoes reaches my nose.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to smell like that.” At the sound of my voice, Libby yelps, snagging a knife from the counter and whirling around. “Easy, killer,” I say with a laugh, holding my hands out in front of me.

When she realizes it’s me, she sets her weapon down. “Dammit, Riggs, you almost gave me a heart attack,” she complains before her eyes fall to what’s in my hand, and she smiles. “Did you bring me flowers?”

“No, I brought them for that poor sauce you murdered,” I tease, striding toward her and handing her the flowers.

Her smile when she buries her nose in them makes me want to buy her every flower in the world, and I can’t help but be struck by the difference between Libby and Lucinda. I’d bought my ex a huge bouquet of imported, very expensive white roses once, and she’d complained that it was only two dozen. Libby, on the other hand, has tears in her eyes over a simple bouquet that cost me around forty bucks.

And it’s a million percent not about the money. I have plenty of that and don’t mind spending it on my girl. It’s about the entitled attitude versus the appreciative one.

Libby’s pretty eyes lift to mine, and she flashes me a chagrined smile. “Thank you, Riggs. I love these so much, but I probably don’t deserve them since I ruined the sauce.” She turns to frown at the mess on the stove, but I cup her chin and force her to look at me.

“Liberty, you could burn every single thing you cook for the rest of our lives, and I’d still want to shower you with flowers.”

A blush of pink rises on her cheeks. “But it was Nana’s?—”

I shush her with a soft kiss on the lips. “I know, and thank you, baby. That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” I press my mouth to hers once more, just because I fucking love doing it. “And we’ll start over and make the sauce together… after…”

“After what?”

“Glad you asked,” I say, tossing her easily over my shoulder. She squeals, and I turn off all the burners and stride toward my bedroom. “You have sauce in your hair, so I’m going to clean you up. But first I’m going to get you nice and filthy.”

“I don’t get this kind of service at the salon.”

I smile around the nipple in my mouth as my fingers dig deep into Libby’s scalp. Releasing her with a pop, I stand to my full height and guide her beneath the rainfall shower spray.

I purchased all Libby’s favorite shower items, and she has her own shelf in my luxurious shower. The smell of her tropical shampoo surrounding us has me hard against her stomach. As soon as she’s completely rinsed, she locks her eyes with mine and sinks to her knees.

“Libby, you don’t… have… to…” My words falter as my gorgeous girl licks a languorous stripe up the underside of my rigid cock.

“What were you saying?” she asks with faux innocence, just before wrapping her lips around the head of my erection and sucking.

“It wasn’t important,” I pant. “Please carry on.”

Her smile is pure wickedness a second before she takes me to the back of her throat. “Goddammit, your mouth is heaven, Libby,” I groan, slamming a hand against the black diagonal shower tiles on the wall.

And it is. She knows the perfect amount of suction I like, and the way she constantly moves her tongue against my aching dick is fucking captivating.

My other hand grips the back of her hair and guides her mouth up and down my length. The woman has no gag reflex, but that doesn’t stop me from trying as I push to the back of her throat. She merely hums around me, and a bolt of desire races up my cock.

“Fuck, you’re pretty when you’re on your knees for me, baby,” I tell her, thrusting hard and deep into her warm, welcoming mouth. “You look like an angel, but you suck cock like a dirty little slut.”

I watch as one of her hands slips between her spread thighs and moves against her bare pussy. God, I fucking love when she gets so into sucking me off that she has to touch herself.

“That’s it, my little angel-slut. Rub one out while my cock is down your throat.” It takes less than a minute of my dirty talk and her talented fingers before she’s coming, moaning around my erection.

“I’m close,” I tell her, my voice a harsh rasp as I guide her head up and down. But she resists my hand and pulls back, releasing me from her mouth. “You need a break, baby?”

She shakes her head and lowers her mouth to my ball sack. With a flicking tongue, she laps at me as her hands grasp my hips. “Put both your hands on the wall, Riggs. I’m about to give you a ballgasm.”

I do as she asks, a grin ripping across my face. “I don’t know what a ballgasm is, but I’m here for it.”

She shows me, sucking one swollen orb and then the other into her mouth, that sweet little tongue massaging my nuts until my knees feel like they’re about to fail me. “Libby,” I moan, spreading my legs wider as my fingers curl against the damp tiles.

Increasing the intensity of her suction, she slips one hand between my ass cheeks and circles my hole, her eyes turned up to me. I know she’s silently asking my permission, and though no one has ever done that to me before, I give her an affirming nod. I’d fucking deny her nothing.

Her finger pressing into my ass feels foreign, but she’s gentle with me, her movements slow as her mouth continues to suckle my balls. First one, and then the other. When she pushes into my backside all the way to the knuckle, I can’t hold back for another second.

“Fuuuuck,” I shout as the first spurt shoots off like a cannon from the end of my dick and lands in her hair. My hands fist against the wall as she moves her mouth upward and clamps her lips around my crown, sucking me completely dry. “Dear god, woman. What are you doing to me?”

My legs tremble and my heart pounds like a bass drum as I look down at the woman smiling up at me, looking awfully damn pleased with herself. I love her. This sweet, kinky, beautiful woman has stolen my heart, and I don’t ever want it back.

I tug her to her feet and wrap my arms around her before lowering my mouth to hers. I’ve never had the desire to taste my own release before, but on her tongue, it tastes like sin and lust and love, all rolled into one.

“Let me wash your hair again, baby. I came on your head,” I whisper against her lips, and she giggles, surprisingly unperturbed by the thought of it.

“It’s like a protein treatment,” she tells me. “Maybe we can do that more often. It will save me a lot of money.”

Seriously… love her.

“Plus, you said the people at the salon don’t suck on your tits,” I tease, before going back in for another long kiss.

By the time I’ve shampooed and conditioned her hair and then washed every inch of her body—spending an unnecessary but delightful amount of time between her legs—I’m hard again. I’ve been edging my girl, and she’s panting for me.

“Please, Riggs,” she says, gripping my dick and jerking me hard. “Fuck me with this big, veiny cock. I need it rough.”

That I can do, sweetheart.

I spin her around and slap her ass. “Hands on the wall, Liberty. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

Hearing the unmistakable command in my voice, she does as she’s told, her breaths hitching in and out of her chest. My girl likes when I get nasty with her. And by god, I love giving that to her.

Leaning forward, I rest my throbbing erection against her backside and growl into her ear. “Do you know what the fuck you do to me in this position? Do you have any idea of the depraved thoughts I have about this tight ass?”

“It’s yours,” she whimpers.

“Good answer, sweetheart,” I tell her, grinding against the pillowy cheeks. Taking my cock in my hand, I rub the tip between her wet lips before nudging her clit, causing her to drop her head down and groan.

“Fuck me, Riggs.”

“I plan to, baby. First, I want you to arch your back for me.” She bends slightly, and I spank her ass. “I said. Arch. Your fucking. Back.”

Libby bends forward and juts out her ass, forming the most beautiful curve I’ve ever seen. Gliding my hand down her spine, I feed an inch of my cock into her. The grip of her pussy is exquisite, and I take her hips in my hands before slamming the rest of the way home.

“Fuck yes, Riggs. Ride my ass like you own it,” she cries, pressing her hands into the wall and shoving back against me.

That’s what I love about screwing this woman. She’s not a passive lover; she fucks like a pretty little beast. I smile to myself. Except for last night when I had her at my mercy, tied spread eagle on my bed so she couldn’t move an inch.

With one hand fisted in her wet hair, I give her exactly what she asked for. I ride her ass with deep, hard strokes, holding her hip so I don’t slam her into the wall. The water from overhead sluices between us, magnifying the slap of hips against ass.

“Christ, baby. You take me so well. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, the word barely audible. “I’m your good, naughty girl.”

“So fucking naughty,” I tell her, smacking the slick flesh of one butt cheek and then the other, alternating again and again until her skin is is the most beautiful shade of I got my ass spanked red.

The slap of my hand on her backside makes her feral, and she rolls her body to grind back onto me. Banding one arm around her waist, I lean forward and press my chest to her back, taking her deeper with each ruthless thrust.

“I’ve never felt anything better than this sweet, tight cunt. The way you ripple around me when you’re about to come all over my cock.” I encircle her throat with my hand, giving her a five-finger necklace that has her voice box humming with pleasure against my palm.

“Riggs, I’m so close,” she moans, turning her face in search of my lips. I kiss her, and our mouths fuse together as we both near our peak.

“I’m right there with you, baby.”

Releasing her neck, I reach for the detachable shower head and flick it on. Starting at her pert breasts, I work the powerful spray down her body until I reach her pussy. As soon as the jet of water touches her clit, Libby’s entire body bucks with the most potent orgasm I’ve ever felt a woman have.

The walls of her pussy clamp down around my cock so tightly, I can barely move, and she screams my name. My body goes into overdrive, fucking her through her climax as I spill my release inside her.

As the last tremor of her sex fades away, Libby’s knees buckle, and I drop the shower attachment to hold her up. “I’ve got you, my beautiful girl,” I murmur into her ear.

But in actuality, It’s the other way around.

She’s got me… hook, line, and sinker.