“I’m not yourbaby,” she interrupted. “Let go of my hair.”
What the fuck just happened here?
I opened my fist and the strands fell free, and that quickly, the moment was lost. We were back to being the people who only enjoyed arguing with each other, and those people didn’t snuggle after emotionally exhausting blowjobs.
Shannon popped to her feet and darted into the bathroom. I flopped on the bed, too fried from that orgasm to do more than exist, and listened while she brushed her teeth. Swallowing was a bonus I hadn’t expected—again, my preconceived notions about Shannon pointed to her squealing in horror at all bodily fluids—but I couldn’t decide how I felt about her erasing the evidence of it now.
I wouldn’t be able to kiss her and taste myself on her tongue, and I wanted that.
Shit. I needed to stop going on three-year deployments if I wanted to keep what was left of my sanity. Pet names? Cuddling? Post-head kissing? What the fuck was wrong with me?
“How do you not recognize the cues to leave?”
I leaned up on an elbow and found Shannon in a short blue bathrobe, one that was too thin and silky to hide the outline of her nipples. The makeup was scrubbed from her face and her eyes seemed impossibly large and bright against a riot of freckles. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her arms crossed over her chest, and my cock was more than a little interested in getting under that robe.
“Why can’t you chill the fuck out?” I asked, patting the mattress beside me. How could she not understand that I needed to touch her right now? How could she do that to me and then think I’d be able to leave? “Stop bitching about everything. Get over here and let me eat your cunt.”
Her eyes snapped shut and she jolted backward as if I’d slapped her. “Donotuse that word.”
“You’re okay with ‘good little cocksucker’ but you draw the line at ‘cunt’?” I scratched my head, frowning, and gestured to the bed again. I was ready to beg for her skin against mine. “What if I do really nice things to your cunt?”
Shannon unfolded one arm and pointed to the door, and when she spoke, her voice was more precise and final than some orders of execution I’d heard from terrorist kingpins over the years. “Get the fuck out.”
The answer to the original question wasyes. Yes, we were drawing the line at cunt.
“Hey, shh, it’s okay,” I said. I lumbered off the bed and dropped my hands on her shoulders. “Calm down. Shh. No reason to lose your shit, Irish Spring. It’s all good. Now get on the bed with me.”
She finally glanced up, and God, there was an entire fucking universe in her eyes. All the defiance I’d come to expect from her plus pain and fear, staring back at me. There was so much there, so much more than what she stowed just beneath the surface.
“What’s the point? You’ve already destroyed it,” she said, a laugh softening the edge of her voice.
“The point is I want to be inside you again,” I said. My inclination was to push her buttons, but instinct told me to do whatever the fuck this girl wanted, and do it now. “And while Icanfuck you against the wall, I’d like to take advantage of beds while they’re available to me.”
Shannon hesitated, and I seized that opportunity to scoop her up and throw her on the mattress. She hated being manhandled in the sense that she hatedlikingit, and it had the side benefit of breaking the tension building between us.
“You are such an arrogant ass—”
“Yep. I know, Shortcake.” I crawled between her legs and lifted one knee to rest on my shoulder. “No more talking unless it’s to say ‘Will, you’re so amazing’ or ‘Will, your tongue deserves the Nobel Peace Prize’ or ‘Will, the only thing better than your tongue is your big, fat cock.’ Got it?”
I tugged the bathrobe loose and leaned my head against her thigh. A sigh slipped from her lips but that didn’t erase the sharp gaze she aimed at me. “I’m concerned there won’t be enough space in this room for both your ego and oxygen.”
My hand coasted over her mound and up her torso, resting between her breasts. “Relax. You can’t enjoy this when you’re all wound up.”
Shannon blinked, and I didn’t give her the chance to object. Instead, I rubbed my chin scruff against her inner thigh until she giggled and shrieked and tried rolling away from me. When my tongue finally connected with her clit, those sounds morphed into moans and purrs that traveled down my spine and lodged in the base of my cock like a hot vise.
She was soft and sweet, and again I was confronted with her tiny shape when my splayed hand fully covered the space between her hipbones. Right here, with my arm wrapped around her leg and my mouth on her cunt—nope, nope, I totally meant pussy—there was nothing else in the world.
Except a faint noise coming from the other room, and that was really fucking strange considering I locked the door myself.
I moved my hand from Shannon’s chest to her lips, shifting to pinpoint the rustling sound that seemed to get closer with each breath. “Did you hear something?” I mouthed.
She shook her head, swatted my hand away from her mouth, and whispered, “Maybe you should focus on the task at hand”—she glanced between her legs—“and not interpret every gust of wind as a guerilla attack.”
And maybe you need to be a whole helluva lot more careful, peanut.
“I like you better with my cock in your mouth.” I listened for a few more beats while she rolled her eyes. I wanted to spank her, I wanted to fuck her, and most of all, I wanted to wipe that frustrated frown from her beautiful mouth and see her come apart in my hands. “I’ll take care of you in a minute. I’m gonna look around first.”
Shannon yanked her robe closed while I tugged on my boxers, and when I focused in, I could hear someone in the other room. I flattened myself against the wall to get a feel for the location of the breathing, and I sensed footsteps moving toward my position.
