The Hot New Bartender in Town (Welcome to Kiss County #3)

Chapter 10

10

RILEY

L ast night, Tish tasted of sin and sour mix.

Tonight, she tastes mostly the same... just with a lot more sin.

There ain’t nothing like the forbidden girl.

Each kiss is deeper than the last. Each touch blazes with a fire that wasn’t there before. The heat of the night before still vibrates between us, and I’ve no doubt that we’ll still be able to feel tonight’s heat tomorrow morning.

“Riley,” Tish says, the softest of whispers temporarily silenced by her trembling hand pushed against her mouth. “Keep going...”

As if I’d ever stop.

But I do as she begs, leaving the slow trail of kisses down her body as I go. Naked and quivering on my bed, Tish combs her fingers through my hair, her nails rolling along my scalp, urging me further downward. I lick her skin, knowing that it’ll be the last chance I have to taste her in this way.

I take my time, wanting to commit it to memory. Every whimper and gasp, every blissful moan on her tongue.

“Riley!” she whispers sharply the moment I roll my tongue over her clitoris, wet and throbbing. “Oh, god...”

I suck harder, flick faster, enjoying the view. Her back arches as her entire body shakes. Her breasts heave, her nipples carved into sharp points.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had in my bed, that’s for sure.

“Tish,” I say, tasting her name as I plunge my tongue deeper into her sweet cunt. “I need you.”

“Yes,” she says, an aching gasp.

I shift her legs off my shoulders as I move onto my knees. Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her closer, my erection resting against her mound. Not wanting to risk any further family drama by knocking her up, I grab the condom waiting for us on the bed and quickly put it on.

“Riley,” Tish whimpers, her legs spread open wide, her nether lips glistening wet. “I need you, too.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I push my cock into her, enjoying the way her inner walls instantly tighten around my shaft. I groan at the squeezing warmth, the temptation to spill already taking hold. But I’m not about to end this night so quickly.

I want to hear her moan for as long as possible.

I fuck her slowly, deeply, my fingers digging into her hips as I thrust. She reaches down to touch my hands, holding on, her knees rising to hook over my shoulders.

“Yes,” she whispers, her mouth fallen open. “Yes, fuck, don’t stop...”

With my cock buried deep, I drag a hand along her belly, pushing my thumb down to rest on her clit. She instantly shudders, her abs flexing, her toes curling next to my ears. A jumble of slurred words pours off her mouth, and I chuckle, somehow still able to translate it.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

More.

I give her what she wants, focusing on her pleasure over my own. She rewards me with a full-body smile, her delicious, tight pussy pulsing along my shaft as I fuck her, the bed rhythmically hitting the wall. I doubt anyone upstairs can hear that; not that I would care even if they did.

I don’t care who knows she’s down here.

I don’t care about our parents or their silly little wedding.

I saw her before I even knew about them.

And I don’t want to give her up.

“Ri—”

The name breaks on her lips. Her body curls from head-to-toe as the orgasm rips through her. I thrust in deep and hold it there, needing to feel the tight, wet rush of heat along my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathe, the feeling almost too much. “You are so...”

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Words can’t describe her, so I let it linger, the words lost beneath her quivering mewl.

“Riley,” she says once she’s caught her breath, her hands reach out to touch my abs. “Don’t stop...”

I chuckle. “You can hardly even move,” I say playfully.

She hums playfully, licking her lips. “Don’t gotta,” she simply says, her hands tapping against my abs as if to draw me closer.

I lean down, my cock still buried deep. I give her a kiss on the mouth, her lips warm and pliable. “Think you can handle being on your hands and knees?” I ask.

Tish’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles. “Maybe,” she teases. “Why do you ask?”

“You know damn well why,” I say, kissing her hard. “Flip over. Show me that ass.”

Tish kisses me back, her tongue searching for mine. I offer it happily and we neck for a little longer, her body still quivering from climax. Then she lowers her legs and I shift back, letting her turn over onto her hands and knees before me.

Oh, Christ...

This woman will be the end of me, for sure.

Looking down at her perfect heart-shaped ass, I run my hand along her spine before gripping my cock and guiding it home again. So deep, so tight . A simple thrust and I know I won’t last much longer.

With hands on her hips, I fuck her steadily, quickly, the sound of my body clapping against hers echoing all around us, adding to the rough smack of the bed against the wall. A third sound grows; the sound of Tish breathing hard, each exhale dripping with a delicious moan. I grunt and groan in response, my balls tight from pleasure, from the need to come. A need I can no longer fight against.

Giving one last hard thrust, I come hard, staying deep. My entire body flexes, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Tish doesn’t seem to mind, though. She purrs with delight, her inner muscles so tight around me she can surely feel every throbbing spill inside the condom.

Fuck the damned condom. What I wouldn’t give to feel her raw, to fill her and claim her as mine.

Leaning down, I kiss her along her spine. I touch her curves, loving every trembling inch of her body in front of me, a body she so willingly gave to me again, for the last time.

I frown at that thought, but I stay close to her as she gently rolls onto her side, needing a break. I collapse beside her as well, my arms curling around her, pulling her close so I can kiss every inch of her skin within reach.

After a minute, she laughs.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re fun.”

I squeeze her tighter. “You’re fun,” I argue.

Tish rolls over onto her back to get a better look at me. It’s dark, no windows here obviously, but we adjusted to it before we even stumbled onto this bed.

“What time is it?” she asks, twisting to give her back a stretch.

Curious, too, I reach for my phone sitting on the bedside table. “Just after midnight,” I read aloud.

“Good,” she hums. “Still time.”

I abandon the phone and turn back to her. Feeling the strange pull on my dick, I slip the used condom off and drop it safely into the trash by the bed. “Still time?” I repeat.

“Before I have to leave,” she says. “Before we have to go back to being... strangers.”

“Not strangers,” I say. “Family.”

Tish closes her eyes, pinching them. “Yeah,” she murmurs, swallowing hard. “Family.”

I exhale, hoping to banish the thought completely, but it lingers beneath the surface, no matter how hard I try to forget.

This was meant to get each other out of our systems, but I’m afraid we just made it so much worse.

“Riley.”

I glance at her lying next to me. “Yeah?” I ask.

Tish pivots onto her side, facing me. “This really sucks.”

I say nothing, unable to disagree or even offer any words of comfort. Because it does. This sucks. It really, really sucks.

I kiss her instead. I roll my thumb along her cheekbone and her hand touches mine.

I kiss her repeatedly until words themselves become meaningless. Until my cock grows hard and her body quivers with need and we immerse ourselves in one another again. All the while, we tell ourselves this will be the last time. This will be the time that wrings the last aching urge out of our bodies for good.

But it’s all a lie. I know it. She knows it.

No time will ever be good enough to be the last. No kiss will ever be satisfying enough to say goodbye.

Morning comes in a blur; the night not nearly long enough. I awaken as I slept, with her wrapped in my arms, our legs entwined beneath the covers.

I lean in close to kiss Tish on the cheek. As I do, her lips curl slightly. Still tempted, I move a hand along her body and cup her breast beneath the sheet. She hums softly, showing no sign that my touch is unwelcome, as she gently angles her head toward mine.

We kiss once, twice, needing more. So much more.

“Good morning,” she whispers, our lips touching.

“Good morning,” I reply, smiling.

A knock in the darkness and we stiffen.

There’s someone at the door.

“What time is it?” Tish asks.

Truthfully, it feels like no time has passed at all since the last time she asked. As I break away from her to check my phone again, another knock echoes throughout the apartment. This one harder, more urgent.

“Just before eight,” I answer, very annoyed by the interruption. “It might be Jake. He still has some shit stored down here.”

“Hey, Junior!” A voice calls out from beyond the door. “You in there?”

There’s only one prick in all the world who refers to me as Junior.

Tish sits up straight. “Oh, fuck,” she says.