Spin (Boosted Hearts Book 2) (13 page)

Tonight was a one-time thing, and she planned to make the most of it. Savor every second. And she didn’t want one piece of clothing between her and Joe. She wanted to feel every inch of him against every inch of her. Reaching back, she unhooked her bra, dragged it off, and flung it aside.

Joe stilled, nostrils flaring, throat working as he took her in from head to toe. He gripped her waist, hands slightly shaking. His long, thick fingers spanned her middle.

“Shit, you’re small.” His hands moved up over her ribs, making her pant when his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts. “But then you got these tits, that ass… You’re like my own little Betty Boop.”

His hand went higher, cupping one of her breasts, the other down to her ass, gripping it tight and tugging her closer. The hold was possessive. He wasn’t exploring. It was like he was…claiming. The idea lodged a boulder in her throat.

“Why am I the only one naked? Get your clothes off, Colton.”

His eyes moved back to hers. She couldn’t read them, but they were intense and stayed that way as they dropped to her mouth. Ripples of pleasure slid over her, and she squeezed her thighs together. God, he was killing her.

And just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, he jerked her forward, and his mouth collided with hers.

She moaned as he sucked her lower lip, angled his head, mouth opening to devour her. His tongue slid along hers and he groaned into her mouth like he couldn’t get enough—hands exploring, bodies grinding. He kissed her until her lips were puffy and tingly, until her clit felt swollen and achy.

She tore at the front of his shirt. God, she felt empty, hollow. She needed him inside her now. Then she was on her back in the middle of the bed, and Joe was standing there, looking down at her as he dragged off his shirt and kicked off his boots. His chest and abs were as mouth-watering as she remembered—cut in a way that said he had a physical job, that he worked out and looked after himself. She wanted to trace every ridge with her tongue. Follow the ink from his bicep to his shoulder, down to his peck, and suck on that small brown nipple…learn if it made him breathe faster.

And then she couldn’t think anymore because he yanked open the front of his trousers and shoved them down.

Oh dear God.

His cock stood straight up, so damn hard—ruddy and thick and long. He reached down and gripped it, squeezing, his teeth gritted. He actually looked to be in pain.

“You gonna put that beast to good use or just stand there all night feeling yourself up?” She lifted her arms, beckoning him to her, letting her legs fall open in invitation.

He flashed her a grin, then he was on top of her, his body pressing her into the mattress. “Prepare to have your mind blown.”

She forced a snort, trying to ignore the way her voice shook from the pounding of her heart. “That’s what they all say.”

That
was
what they all said, but for her, once foreplay was over, the chance of an orgasm went with it. Fucking was nice, really nice, and right then she was so turned on she thought she might die if he didn’t shove that huge cock inside her, but she never came that way. She usually just ended up frustrated, left wanting. Good thing she’d already had two. Maybe she could persuade him to give her a third when he’d finished.

His answer was to shove one heavy thigh between hers, pressing against her aching flesh. She gasped, and her hips started moving against him all on their own. He captured her mouth again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck while he kissed the hell out of her. He liked to kiss, and she liked that he did. So many guys only did it because it was what you did if you wanted to get to the main event. Not Joe. He totally got off on it, and that made her so damn hot.

He leaned to the side, grabbing something from his pants on the floor. The sound of foil tearing came next, then he reached down between them and rolled on a condom.

She moaned, impatient fingers digging into hard muscle. He didn’t make her wait and shoved his other thigh between her legs, spreading her wide. The blunt head of his cock slid across her pussy, once, twice, then it was at her opening. Joe shook as he lifted up onto his forearms and looked down at her.

She squirmed. Whimpered.

Then he started to push in.

“Oh God.” Her back arched as he went deeper, slow and steady, gaze locked on her the whole damn time. She watched him back—she couldn’t help it. The mix of pleasure-pain stealing his features was impossible to look away from.

“Jesus motherfucking Christ,” he ground out. “Fuck, baby, you feel good.”

She couldn’t answer, all she could do was gasp and moan.

“Already addicted to the taste of your pussy.” He nipped her lower lip, his big body shaking hard enough the bed shook with him. “Now I know I’ll never get enough of the way your tight little cunt grips my dick when I push inside. The way those big, soft tits slide against my chest when you’re struggling to take me.”

His filthy words just turned her on even more. Moaning, she slid her hands down his back and gripped his ass, lifting her knees higher. He cursed against her mouth and thrust in the rest of the way.

She whimpered again, squeezing the firm globes of his ass tighter. “Ahh…move, Joe.”

He gasped then slid out and slammed back in. The loud grunt that exploded past his lips sending tingles across her scalp.

“Fuck, baby,” he husked.

Then he was moving, his body pounding into her, his mouth never leaving hers, not until he was fucking her hard enough the bed was thumping against the wall and it became impossible.

Then something started happening, a tingle, an ache. She was going to come again.
Holy shit.
She could feel it building inside her with every thrust of his cock. He nudged that spot deep inside that had her digging her nails into his ass to keep him there.

“Oh God, don’t…don’t stop.” She arched, lifting her hips, thrusting them up to meet his, fucking him right back.

She was close, so damn close, then he lowered his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth, and she erupted, screaming while she ground up against him, taking every bit of pleasure she could.

Joe groaned. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, that’s it.”

He tensed and thrust deep, grinding against her. A raw sound tore from his throat, and she felt his dick pulse, his big frame shaking as he came, groaning her name.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, and she stared up at the ceiling in shock. She’d never come that hard, and definitely never during sex. No way was she telling the egomaniac on top of her that, though. She’d never hear the end of it.

His racing heart pounded against hers, and he was nuzzling her hair, lazily kissing her jaw, the spot just below her ear. She should’ve probably told him to get off, to go home. But for some reason, she couldn’t do it.

She wasn’t ready for this night to be over.

Not yet.

Chapter Ten

D
arcey refused to look back at her bed as she shoved her feet into her work boots. She bent down to do up the laces. God, what had she been thinking, letting him sleep over? So not a good idea. Not when she’d woken this morning wrapped in his strong arms—his cock, thick and hard, resting against her ass. Getting out of bed, ignoring the need thrumming through her veins, had not been easy. But once was enough—okay, that was a complete lie—but it had to be. Anything more was too damn risky.

“What’re you doing out of bed, woman?”

Joe’s voice was sleep roughened and sexy as hell. Shit, she’d hoped to be out of here before he woke. Yes, it was cowardly of her to hit it and run, but she didn’t give a crap. She was fully prepared to own her cowardice if it saved her sanity. Straightening, she forced herself to turn and face him…then had to swallow down a needy moan.

He was relaxed back on her floral sheets, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting on his tight abs. His lips were still puffy from all the kissing they done, and his cheek, the bit not hidden by beard, had indents from the rumpled covers he’d obviously had his face pressed against as he’d slept. The later was kind of endearing. The former made her hot as hell.

His lips quirked up as his gaze dropped to her work shirt, where
Elliot’s Plumbing
was scrawled across her chest. “You’re a plumber?”

“I’m a plumber.”

“Unusual job for a woman.”

She shrugged. “I guess.” It was the only job she’d been able to find when she’d been desperate. Then she’d grown to like her boss Jacob a lot. He’d taken on a kind of fatherly role in her life—well, during working hours, anyway. Despite it only being part-time, and as shitty as the job was—no pun intended—she’d stayed. She needed someone like Jacob—someone who gave a crap. Sad and pathetic, but true.

He stared at her for few long seconds then waggled his eyebrows. “Good thing, ‘cause I have a pipe that needs unblocking.”

Despite herself, she grinned. “Jackass.”

He patted the mattress. “Get back in this bed, woman. Work can wait. I have needs.”

“Nope.”

“Call in sick.”

“No.”

“Come on, I know you want to.”

Gah!
The hopeful, gorgeous—not to mention adorable, yet sexy—expression on his face was killing her. She wanted nothing more than to climb back under the covers with him and let him have his wicked way, which was why it was such a terrible idea.

“Not happening, dude. Now get up and get going.”

He flicked the sheet back, exposing the fully naked, fully
aroused
glory that was Joe Colton. Her gaze swept over his delectable body, and her breasts tightened, her bra suddenly too confining. The pulse already throbbing between her thighs becoming insistent.

Joe pouted his lips. “The Beast doesn’t like the light, Darce. He needs you to come sit on him for a while, where it’s nice and dark and he can hide, snuggled up tight in your love cave until he feels better.”

She choked, an unexpected laugh escaping. “Oh my God. You did not just say that. Where the hell do you come up with that shit?”

The shameless bastard grinned wider. “Come peaches, feed him your nectar. He’s dying of thirst.” He gripped his cock and gave it a couple of leisurely strokes.

“You’re nuts. Seriously.” A flush climbed up her neck, and she was seconds from tearing off her clothes and jumping on him.

“No, baby.” He gripped his balls, leering at her. “For as long as you want them, they’re
your
nuts.”

“Jesus.” He was just joking around, and God she loved it, loved how he could make her laugh so easily. But they weren’t her…nuts. As much as she wanted him, she couldn’t risk him thinking this was more than it was. A hook-up. One night only. That’s it. But the words wouldn’t come, and she totally punked out.

Tearing her eyes off him, she grabbed her keys off the counter and grabbed her bag.

 
Coward!

Yep. She was and she didn’t care. She just had to get out of there before she did something stupid. Something that could irrevocably alter her life. And not just the situation with Noah or what could happen if Al or Len found out.

It may have sounded overly dramatic, but she knew down to her bones, if she let Joe all the way in, she wouldn’t be able to push him back out. And that couldn’t happen.

“Make sure you lock up properly when you leave.” Then she pulled the door open and walked out, ignoring Joe calling after her.

Ignoring the way all traces of humor had left his voice.

~ * ~

“There’s shit backed up to Timbuktu down there,” Jacob said, motioning to the porcelain throne beside her, ruddy cheeks puffed out in a smile. “Get to work, girl.”

“Why do I get all the shitty jobs?” she grumbled.

“You should be a comedian,” Jacob deadpanned, pulling off his Dodgers cap and slapping it on his thigh. “No seriously. Never heard that one before.”

“Grouchy old coot.”

“You love me.” Then he shrugged. “And besides, you don’t have much choice.” He headed for the door. “Now quit slacking off and get to work.”

“And where will you be while I do all the work?”

He winked. “Coffee break. I’ll be in the truck if you need me.”

She huffed but didn’t really mean it. Jacob should have retired by now. He’d never said it, but she got the feeling he only carried on because he liked the company, liked having a way to fill his days. After his wife died two years ago, he’d lost that sparkle in his eyes. The talk of retiring, of spending his days fishing, had stopped altogether. Now, he took on just enough work to keep the pair of them busy but nothing more.

She went to her tools and hauled out her funnel-cup plunger.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Dropping the shit sucker, she pulled it out of her back pocket.

Joe:
What’s up peaches?

An unwelcome zigzag of electricity shot through her lower belly.
Peaches.
She shivered, remembering the way he’d called her that last night, his voice low and rough. She quickly shook it off and fired back a response:
There’s an anaconda sized turd stuck down a toilet with my name on it.