Smolder (Georgia Smoke #6)

• Eighteen •

What was I going to do if she was guilty?

Sebastian

The only thing keeping me from taking that bastard out myself was knowing Royal was waiting on me.

“You look like you’re considering burning the place down,” Storm said beside me.

I tore my eyes off Miller’s Bar and looked at him then at Thatcher, who was leaning against the driver’s door of the Escalade with his arms crossed and a cigarette in his mouth. I’d asked him specifically to do this. If I couldn’t be here to do it, then I wanted him. Not because he was my brother, but because he’d not restrain himself. He’d make it hurt. He’d enjoy it. Until I could get there.

“I gotta go,” I told him.

Thatcher nodded his head once, then clenched the cigarette between his teeth. “Go on then. We got this.”

I took one last glance at the bar, then headed for my truck. It was ten until eight, and I didn’t want to be late. Thinking about how fucking incredible Royal had felt in my arms today and the sweetest-tasting mouth I’d ever had was what kept me from ripping things off the walls after I saw the bruise on her arm.

My plan had been approved by my dad. He liked it and agreed it would speed things along. He just wanted to be sure I could handle Royal. I’d assured him I had the situation with her under control. Which I did. I just didn’t know what tomorrow would bring and if I was ready for it. Whatever she did or said though, I was going to make sure she stayed clueless and safe.

Forcing thoughts about everything except her out of my head, I did my best to relax. She’d notice if I was tense. My being distracted, however, wasn’t going to be an issue. The moment I saw her, I’d forget this shit, or at least it would be moved aside. She always managed to claim my complete attention.

Pulling into the driveway, I smiled as the front porch light came on. I wasn’t even out of my truck yet when she opened the door. I almost swallowed my damn tongue when I got a look at what she was wearing.

Please let there be nothing on under that oversize, long-sleeved shirt.

I wouldn’t think about why she had on sleeves. I knew she didn’t want to remind me about her bruise. It was probably best I couldn’t see it.

I made long, swift strides up the beaten, weathered sidewalk until I reached the porch. I skipped two steps and was in front of her in moments.

She smiled shyly up at me. The places I wanted to see those pretty lips. Starting with them wrapped around my cock.

“Just a shirt?” I asked hopefully.

She blushed, then tugged it up. “Shorts on too.”

Dammit. We’d have to fix that .

I nodded my head at the door. “Grams asleep?”

“Yes,” she said, then turned to go back in the door.

I followed so close behind her that our bodies brushed.

I shut the door and locked it before reaching for her waist. She spun around and laughed.

“Shorts off,” I told her as I reached under the shirt and took the offending item, then pulled it down her legs.

She lifted her feet one at a time without argument. This obedient side of her had me thinking I should have taken the panties off too.

Standing back up, I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Much better.”

She let out a breathy laugh.

“We’d better get in the living room,” I told her. “All I’ve thought about since I left is how sweet that mouth is, and if I start kissing you right here, we won’t ever make it in there.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and the excitement in them only made my hardening cock stiffen even more.

“I don’t think I’m ready to have sex with you,” she blurted out, as if she had been struggling to say it. “I mean, I want to. It’s just … well, I don’t move that fast. I’m not a virgin or anything but sex creates an attachment and feelings that I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to have with you.”

That was not what I’d wanted to hear. I disagreed. I’d fucked many women, and only once had I had any attachment to one. Maybe it was her age. I had to remember how young she was.

I ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Whatever you want, Ace.”

She let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you.”

Don’t thank me yet.

I hadn’t agreed to play fair. She’d need to ask me to fuck her, and I was positive I could make that happen.

I took her hand and walked her into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, I pulled her onto my lap. “Since I got my first look at those legs, I’ve wanted them straddling my lap,” I told her as I guided her legs on either side of me.

Her breath hitched, and I watched her face as she lowered herself. When my erection was pressed against her cunt, she gasped slightly. I brushed her hair out of her face.

“You make me hard. I can’t control that,” I told her before bringing her head closer until I had those lips on mine again.

She opened immediately, and I savored her with slow flicks of my tongue. Keeping my hips from lifting and pressing against her harder was difficult as she returned my kiss hungrily. Moving my hands down her shoulders and then her arms, I continued until I found the hem of the shirt.

She stiffened as my hands slid underneath, and I pressed one flat against her stomach.

“You said no sex,” I reminded her with my mouth still on hers. “And you’re not wearing a bra, which means you want me to play with these titties.”

A sexy little moan came from her, and my dick twitched in my jeans. I nibbled on her plump bottom lip before thrusting my tongue back into her mouth just as I filled my hands with her heavy tits. Hard nipples poked my hands, and I squeezed.

“I wanna see,” I urged, rolling each hard nub between two fingers. “What color are they?”

Her hips rocked then, and she let out another sexy sound. My rigid dick was rubbing her clit. I’d known exactly how to sit her on me for it to work to my advantage.

I started lifting her shirt up, and she didn’t try to stop me, only wiggled more on my lap, panting. If she wanted to dry-hump me, I’d gladly let her, but hopefully, she’d at least let me get my jeans off to do it.

When I dropped her shirt to the floor, I tried not to look at her arm, but my eyes went there anyway. She was too lost in her building orgasm to realize she’d given me a view of her arm. My gaze swung to her other arm, and I tensed as my blood roared in my ears. That arm was worse. She’d not told me he’d hurt both her arms.

What had he done? Grabbed her and shaken her? Thrown her down? I was going to kill him.

“Amory.” She said the name I’d given her as she touched my face with her hand, turning my attention from her arm to look up at her. “Don’t,” she begged.

I wasn’t going to let that bastard ruin this, but he would pay for it.

I swallowed hard and nodded, then focused on the two perfect, bouncy breasts with hard pink nipples in front of me.

“Look, how pretty,” I praised, taking them both, then pulling one nipple into my mouth and sucking on it.

Her mouth was slightly open when I looked up at her. The wiggling had turned to hard rocking as her eyes took on that glazed gleam of pleasure. She was gonna orgasm like this, and I wanted to feel it. Shoving my hand down the front of her tiny pink panties, I slid my fingers into the hot, wet warmth.

“Oh God!” she cried out the moment my middle finger made contact with her hard, swollen clit.

“That’s what you needed,” I said, licking at the pulse in her neck before moving back to her tits. “Your pussy is dripping. It wanted some attention.”

“Amory,” she moaned.

Hearing another name on her lips like this was not good for my sanity. Even if the name she was saying was who she thought I was.

I moved my hand further down until two of my fingers pushed inside her tight cunt.

“AH!” Her head fell back as she began to fuck my fingers. “Yes, yes,” she panted.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers. Give me a taste.”

She looked at me, and then her mouth opened, and her body jerked as she pulsed around my fingers, coating my hand with her release. I wasn’t sure I’d ever simply watched a woman get off. I was normally too busy getting my own nut to pay attention. But, damn, that was beautiful. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, and her lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes.

I eased my hand out, careful to keep her juices on my fingers. She stared at me, looking stunningly sated. I ran my tongue up one finger, then sucked it into my mouth. Her taste reminded me of melted sugar, drizzled over a ripe peach. I wanted that covering my face.

The flare in her eyes made me want to smile. She liked seeing me do this. I made sure to clean the other finger just as thoroughly. She watched with fascination.

“I’ll spread your legs and get you off with my mouth next,” I said when I finished.

She blinked then, as if broken from a trance, and then a smile played at the corners of her lips. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

She ducked her head. “Had an orgasm like that.”

I put a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes back up to me. “Why wouldn’t you?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for a minute, then scrunched her nose. “I normally have to do that.”

I still wasn’t following her.

“I don’t understand what you’re telling me.”

Her shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh.

“Orgasms aren’t easy for me. I have them, but I have to be the one that does it.”

“You’ve not gotten off during sex then?”

How the hell had a man not gotten her off while fucking her?

“No, I have. I just do it. You know, I rub my clit to do it,” she explained, then pressed her lips together, looking embarrassed she’d said that.

Oh, hell no. I played with one of her nipples while holding her gaze. “You won’t touch yourself when I’m inside you, and you’ll orgasm more than once.”

A small laugh left her lips. “I would tell you not to be disappointed if I don’t, but I think I believe you.”

“You spread those legs for me right now, and I’ll show you,” I told her.

She was considering it. I could see it in her expressive eyes.

“As tempting as that might be, I still don’t think I’m ready,” she said, sounding as if the decision pained her as much as it did my throbbing cock.

She started to get up, and I grabbed her waist.

“That doesn’t mean you have to get off me.”

Her eyes dropped to my lap, then slowly made their way back up to me. “You gave me an amazing orgasm. I was just going to return the favor.”

I was going to break through the zipper on these jeans.

“No favor to return,” I told her, although I wanted her hands or mouth on my cock more than I wanted to breathe. “The taste of your pussy was all I needed.”

She blushed some more and started to get off me again. I let her this time. When she was standing up, she moved between my legs, and I widened them, watching. This was her show now, and I’d take whatever she was willing to give me.

When she bent down to unsnap and unzip my jeans, I held my breath. The sight of her slender fingers working to get me out of my pants was one of those things I would burn into my brain to jack off to over and over again. I lifted my hips for her, and she tugged down the jeans, along with my boxer briefs, until they were on the floor, pooled around my boots.

Her eyes, as she took in my hard length, made the predator that had suddenly taken up residence in my body snap to attention.

She ran a fingertip down the side of it. “That’s, uh … wow. Um, I didn’t realize sizes differed so much.”

I chuckled. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes lifted to mine. “This is the biggest one I’ve seen. It’s much bigger.”

“Not a good time to mention the other dicks you’ve seen, baby,” I warned her. The thing pacing inside me, pressing too close to the border, didn’t like thinking about it any more than I did.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

I said nothing because she wrapped her fingers around me and began to pump slowly. Words were gone. I was solely focused on watching her pretty hand on my dick.

She eased down to her knees in front of me, and I wasn’t sure if I was gonna weep at the sight or make an idol in her honor to fucking worship.

Nothing had ever looked so damn good as Royal’s mouth taking my cock, her lips slowly moving down it. She had only half of my dick in when it hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back slightly. I wanted to slam her face back down on it, but I’d be damned if I hurt her.

Her lips tightened around me, and she went down further, making me lightheaded; it felt so good.

“Look at me,” I told her.

She lifted her eyes back up to meet mine, and I cupped the side of her face.

“This angel face, stuffed with my cock, is the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

A smile tugged at her lips as she continued to work her mouth over my throbbing dick. I brushed her hair out of her face, not wanting to miss a moment of how she looked while sucking me off.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Fucking amazing.”

I was already close. Having her ride my dick had brought me to the edge, and this was about to finish me off.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” I warned her.

I expected her to move back and use her hand, but she sucked harder. Her gagging as the head of my cock slid down her throat was it. My hand fisted in her hair, and I thrust my hips, shoving it even further, no longer in control of my body.

“FUCK! FUCK!” I shouted as my body shook.

My eyes stayed glued to her as she swallowed it all. Every jet that shot out of me. Her fingernails bit into my thighs. Another shudder ran over me, and I wasn’t sure I could feel my legs.

I was still gasping when she lifted her head, letting me pop free of her mouth. Blue eyes stared up at me with a twinkle of satisfaction in them. If I could breathe, I’d laugh at her smug expression. She had every right to be. She’d just given me the world’s best blow job.

Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips for anything it might have missed. The simple action had me transfixed.

“Come here.” My voice had a thick, husky timbre to it.

She stood up, and I slowly took in the view of her gorgeous body in nothing but panties. I wanted to grab her and haul her to my room. Put her in my bed and keep her there. With me. Forget this other shit.

Reaching for her hips, I pulled her to me and placed her in my lap, then buried my face in the curve of her neck and shoulder.

“Goddamn,” I muttered against her silky skin.

A small laugh bubbled out of her, and I tightened my arms around her. Fucking her wasn’t going to get her out of my system. It would just make this—or rather, me—worse. My soul felt as if it had started pacing impatiently. A deep rumble vibrated in my head. Warning me that I’d better protect, claim, own.

But how was I supposed to do that when, right at this moment, her father was being taken underground to be beaten and tortured for information? What if my desire for her was so damn strong that I had missed the truth? What was I going to do if she was guilty?

Her fingers sank into my hair, and she ran them through the thick curls. I closed my eyes as she soothed whatever disturbance was unraveling just beneath the surface of my sanity. I turned my head just enough so that I could see her arm. The dark purple-and-blue handprint that circled her soft skin seemed to speak for itself.

Royal needed me. She trusted me. As if reading my mind, she curled her body in closer to mine, and the side of her plump tit pressed against my chest.

I was going to have to make a choice. Unlike any I’d ever made before. One that I’d been raised to never consider. Because the family always came first.

A soft purr came from her as I ran my hand down her back. The scent of vanilla and honey was all I could smell. She turned and slipped her arms around my neck, then laid her head on my shoulder.

“I could go to sleep like this,” she whispered.

I continued to caress her back.

I’d feared this from the beginning. No, that wasn’t right. I’d feared being attracted to her and getting distracted.

This I hadn’t been prepared for.

“Go to sleep,” I told her, then kissed the side of her head. “I’ll make sure you are tucked in bed before I leave.”

Her warm breath tickled my skin as she laughed softly. “I’m not very good company. I don’t know why I’m so sleepy all of a sudden. But you—” She yawned, wiggling against me. “You feel safe and warm.”

It took every ounce of my willpower to keep from standing up and leaving this house with her locked in my arms. I couldn’t do that. But I wanted to. I wanted to take her and run. Run until no one could find us. Run until all the truths didn’t matter. Until it was just us.

“I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you,” I told her, knowing she had no idea the lengths I would go to in order to make sure she was safe. Even if it was from her own crimes.

No one was going to hurt her again. Not even my family.