Spin (Boosted Hearts Book 2) (21 page)

Then she felt him throb against her tongue, barking out a rough sound as his cum filled her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed him down as he watched. Sucked back every last drop while his massive body shook and he made the sexiest noises she’d ever heard in her life.

When he was done, she lifted up, licking her lips clean. “Feel better now, Colton?”

He didn’t say a word, just stared at her then slowly shook his head.

She looked down.

Shit
. The man was still hard. Her gaze shot back to his, and he didn’t look away as he reached out, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, opened it with his teeth, and rolled it on.

She’d never thought much about the act of putting on a rubber, but watching Joe’s long fingers roll one down his dick managed to turn her on more than she already was.

“You still wanna be on top?” he asked, his gaze moving over her naked body.

She nodded, words impossible now.

“Turn around, back to me, and climb on. Now.”

She didn’t argue. Why would she? She did as he asked, and he pulled her back so she was lying flat on top of him, back to his front. He spread his heavy thighs, causing hers to do the same. One arm bracketed her chest, a hand cupping her breast, the other going across her hips, holding her down.

“Guide me in,” he rumbled against her ear.

He loosened his hold long enough for her to reach down between their bodies and do as he asked. Then his grip tightened again and he thrust up inside her, filling her in one smooth move. She cried out at the same time his deep groan vibrated against her back. Then his hips started moving, slow and deep, and in this position, all she could do was take it.

God, so good. So damn good.

He held her that way, moving in and out of her, fingers squeezing and massaging her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples to match his steady thrusts until she was so wet, so desperate to come, she thought she might actually die if she didn’t. She needed to play with her clit, but the way Joe had his arms wrapped around her made it impossible.

“I can’t… I need…”

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, Darcey.”

He sat up and spun her around so she was facing him. Then lying back down, thighs again spread, and with the same tight grip, her face shoved against his throat, he thrust back inside and started drilling her. No more slow and easy. He held her immobile while he pounded into her hard and fast. She was on top, but he was the one doing the fucking.

She moaned against his skin, her clit most definitely getting the attention it needed, and inside?
Holy shit.
Joe hit her deep with every frenzied thrust of his hips.


Oh God
. Joe!” She was coming harder than she ever had before, harder than she thought possible. Vaguely, she felt him stiffen, heard him shout her name, but she was too far gone to really pay attention.

All she could do was bury her face against his throat and hang on tight—trying not to break apart while she shattered into a million pieces.

Who was she kidding?

Joe had just flayed her wide open.

Chapter Fifteen

D
arcey was asleep.

Her body was still draped over his. They hadn’t moved, not one inch, since Joe had come with her trembling body wrapped tight around his. The heat of each of her soft exhales tickled his skin, making the hairs at the back of his neck tingle in a really fucking good way.

His cock was still buried inside her, so he shifted his hips carefully and reluctantly pulled out. She moaned but didn’t wake.

He needed to get rid of the condom, but he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. The way she felt, right where she was, wasn’t something he was in a hurry to give up—soft tits and belly pressed warm against him. Slick, hot pussy snuggled up to his groin.

Turning his head, he buried his nose in her hair and breathed her in. He could get addicted to that scent.

Who was he kidding? He already was.

Darcey was one of the strongest women he’d ever met, and seeing her the way she’d been tonight—shit, he’d wanted to tear this city apart and make every asshole that had hurt her pay. Two fuckers in particular. But if he went after Len or Al, they’d know he was spending time with Darcey. That would only hurt her more. His hands were tied.

Darcey wriggled, and he realized he’d unconsciously tightened his arms around her. He quickly loosened his hold and smoothed his hand down her back. She stilled almost instantly, her breathing going back to normal like she knew, even in sleep, that she was safe with him.

That pleased him more than it should have. Shit, made him feel ten feet tall.

He squeezed his eyes closed. What the hell was he going to do? No way could he let her go. But he still owed Al a lot of cars. It’d take months to fulfill his obligation.

Yeah, she was just as capable as him, and he kinda loved working with her. But if he got caught, he didn’t want her going down with him, or—equally horrific—Al or Len finding out about the two of them. Somehow, he had to convince her to let him go it alone and not piss her off while he was doing it. Knowing Darcey, that’d be easier said than done. The woman was stubborn. She was also self-reliant, resilient, and one of the strongest women he’d ever met.

And she was carrying around a crap load of guilt over his current situation.

Darcey wanted him,
this
, but she was also scared as hell and waiting for any damn excuse to walk away from him, a reason to end this thing between them. If she wasn’t helping him boost cars, if there wasn’t a reason for her to spend time with him, he got the feeling walking was exactly what she’d do.

And she had fucking good reason. Her brother. Joe couldn’t compete with that. Didn’t want to. No kid should be raised with that fucked up family. Darcey loved her brother and would do anything to ensure his happiness, his safety—including give up her own. She’d stolen cars, gotten in Joe and Hugh’s way when she’d been told to. He understood that completely. Would do the exact same thing in her shoes. Hell, he had when he’d taken their father’s debt on himself without Hugh knowing.

She had to do what was best for her and Noah. He got that, respected it. He just hoped she’d give him a chance to prove himself to her, to let him help her rather than walk.

Finally, reluctantly, he rolled to his side, lying Darcey on the bed, then slipped out from under her so he could make a trip to the bathroom.

His phone started ringing as soon as his feet hit the floor. Grabbing it off the bedside table, he shut himself in the John and checked the screen.
Unknown
. This was getting ridiculous. Now they were calling in the middle of the fucking night?

The ringing stopped, so he got down to the business of cleaning up. He was about to go back to bed when it started up again.

“Shit.” Snatching it off the counter and all but snarling, he answered it. “Whatever the fuck you’re selling, I don’t want it.”

The line was quiet for several seconds, and he was about to hang up when someone cleared their throat.

“Who the fuck is this?”

The door rattled and he turned in time to watch Darcey walk in. It should’ve been impossible, but the woman was wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, and just seeing her like that had his dick hardening all over again.

“Joe?” A voice echoed through the phone.

Joe froze.

“That you, boy?”

“Hey,” Darcey said when she reached his side, looking up at him, a frown on her face.

As soon as she spoke, the person hung up.

Darcey put her hand on his arm. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

No, but I think I just heard one.

Releasing a shuddering breath, he tried to clear his racing mind.

No. It couldn’t have been him. No fucking way.

She reached up and took the phone from his hand, and he realized it was still against his ear even though all he was getting was dead air.

She placed it on the cabinet and looked up at him. “Joe?” She rested her hand on his stomach and leaned in close. “What’s going on? Who was that?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “No one.”

Shit, he was losing him goddamn mind. No. It couldn’t have been the old man. No fucking way. No motherfucking way. If the asshole was still breathing, he wouldn’t have the balls to call Joe, to call any of his kids. Not after what he’d done.

“You sure you’re okay?” she murmured.

“Yeah… I’m good.” Still, his gut tightened uncomfortably, even as Darcey took his hand and led him back to bed. And when she climbed in beside him, he was too wrapped up in his own damn head to notice right away that she wasn’t getting dressed and bailing on him. That instead of leaving, she’d wrapped her arms around his waist and was snuggling in close.

Suddenly, he could breathe again. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath until that moment.

Turning into her, he drew in her scent.

He pushed the call to the back of his mind and, curling his arm around Darcey, pulled her in closer, kissing the top of her head, focusing on the woman beside him.

She wasn’t going anywhere. Not tonight.

Not ever if he had his way.

He listened to her slow, even breaths, concentrated on the way she felt in his arms. God, she was warm…

When he opened his eyes next, the sun was streaming in from under his curtains. The fact that he’d managed to go back to sleep after the way that call had shaken him was surprising enough, but even more surprising…Darcey was still in his bed.

A grin spread across his face when he looked down at her. She was on her back, arms flung above her head. One of her legs was over his, the other bent at the knee. The woman was a messy sleeper. She was also cute, not to mention sexy as all hell. Her skin looked pale against his blue sheets, her dark hair fanning out across his pillow. Her mouth looked pouty and puffy and still dark pink from their kisses and being wrapped around his dick.

On cue, his already hard cock started pulsing, just as excited as he was to still have Darcey in his bed. Dragging back the sheet, he untangled her leg from his and slid down the mattress. He knew exactly how he wanted to wake her up. He’d handed her the reins last night, but this morning, he was taking them back.

She mumbled, her back arching when he kissed the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread for him and he glanced up, but she was still out. A moan drifted from her parted lips when he pressed his open mouth to her pussy, her back arching farther, legs opening wider.

Fuck, she tasted good.

He sucked her clit gently and she stilled.

He lifted his eyes to hers and, this time, they were open—sleepy and sexy, and looking down at him.

“Morning, Peaches.”

Fuck, yeah. Her dark blue eyes showed him just how much she approved of his method of wake up calls. He grinned at her.

She licked her lips and wiggled her hips. “God, don’t stop, Colton.”

“Not planning on it, sweetheart.” He spread her with his fingers then leaned back in and proceeded to tongue her gently, slowly. He watched her the whole time, and she didn’t take her eyes off him, either. She was exquisite—beautiful, full tits jiggling with each labored breath, skin flushed, nipples tight and hard.

“Play with your tits for me,” he murmured.

She didn’t hesitate, the fingers of one hand going to work on a stiff, little nipple while the other came down on the back of his head, holding him there like she was afraid he'd stop. Not fucking likely.

He kept at her, taking it easy, taking his time, ignoring the way his dick pulsed, so damn hard it took everything he had to think straight. Her breathing got faster, harder. Body squirming, hips moving restlessly.

“That’s enough teasing, you freaking sadist…ah…” She squirmed some more, fingernails grazing his scalp in the best damn way. “Please…”

“Please what?” He ground his dick into the mattress.

She tried to thrust up against his mouth, seeking more. He held her down by her hips.

“Would you just fuck me already?”

That wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. “Let me come. Faster. Harder.” Yes. “Fuck me already.” Not so much.

His control instantly dissolved with her hungry, needy words.

He rose to his knees, grabbed a rubber, suited up, then dropped down, covering her.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he rasped. “I’ll fuck you.” Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them above her head with one hand and guided himself in with the other.

She moaned, her lips parting, and his balls tightened.

Shoving his arm under her lower back, he held her to him, immobile. “Ready?”

Her eyes were still half lidded, almost unfocused in her lust. “Yes.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, heels digging into his ass, and squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. The woman was already tight as fuck, and he almost came.

“Fuck. Shit. Stop. Or it’ll be over before I get going.”

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