Rocked (The Everyday Heroes World) - Julia Wolf Page 0,36

place—not with her coworkers in the same room and her ex throwing eye-daggers every few seconds.

Her head tipped back, and the ends of her hair brushed the back of my hand. Pretty mouth moving with the lyrics, she looked so damn free. My dick throbbed at the beauty of Kat letting go. Her nails scratched along the back of my neck as she ground into my thigh. My fingers dug into her hips, holding on so she could use me how she needed.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Kat.”

Her eyes fluttered up to mine, and they were nearly neon, they were so bright. “You’re making me forget where I am, Devon.”

“Oh yeah?” Releasing her hair, I brought my hand to her jaw. My thumb pushed into her bottom lip, wishing like hell it was my lips touching her there instead. “Is that why you keep rubbing your pussy on my leg?”

Closing her eyes, she shuddered, losing the beat of the music. Before I knew what was happening, she took a step back, out of my arms.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, clear and glassy. “I’m...I’m too hot. I need to go to the bathroom. Sorry.”

And then, she vanished off the dancefloor, leaving me standing there with my proverbial dick in my hand. What the hell just happened?

Head foggy with arousal and clouded by thoughts of Kat, I stumbled outside, needing the fresh, northern California air to clear my mind. I leaned my back against the brick facade of the building, face up to the sky. There were stars here. I’d lived in cities so long, I forgot to look for them.

Tonight, I counted them, each star cooling my molten blood. I didn’t know how long I stood there, the rough brick at my back, the weight of the universe facing down on me. Footsteps echoed through the parking lot, each one drawing closer.

I dropped my eyes from the sky, focusing on the woman who stopped in front of me.

“I thought you left,” Kat said.

“Not quite.” I jerked my chin at the purse on her shoulder. “You leaving?”

“Yeah. I’m done. Rhea’s getting a ride with Sarah.”

“Cool.”

She blinked, eyes darting around my face. Her chest rose as she took a deep breath, then another.

I waited, watching.

The distance between our bodies was gone in an instant. Kat pressed her tits to my chest, her mouth to mine. She was hungry, so I fed her my tongue, sweeping between her pretty lips. She opened, already moaning as I kissed her deep. Her fingers balled my shirt, clinging to me as we ravaged each other’s mouth.

All at once, I shifted us, so she was against the wall. She raised her leg to my hip, and I gripped the back of her thigh, keeping her there so I could grind my cock into her heat.

She tasted like cherries and kissed like the dirtiest angel who ever lived. All sweet and filthy, soft and savage.

My palm skated up her bare thigh to grip her ass. She tilted her pelvis, rubbing her heat against the bulge in my jeans, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling something so good before. I couldn’t remember if another woman had ever existed before Kat.

“Devon…” she murmured, grabbing my hand. “Not here.”

We stumbled through the parking lot, stopping every foot or two to kiss again, until we made it to her truck. It was dark as fuck, secluded, and perfect. We got as far as the driver’s side door before I had her trapped against it, her legs wrapping around my waist, my mouth on her neck. She made the prettiest noises when my teeth bit into the place where her neck and shoulder connected. Even prettier when I lifted the front of her dress and pushed her panties to the side to slide my fingers through her slick heat.

Her clit throbbed as I circled it, and her head fell back, knocking against the window. She moaned my name and writhed in a way that had me wishing for a bed so I could see her all spread out, naked, desperate for me.

That thought made me even harder. Never been so damn hard in my life. I sunk two fingers inside her, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her moans.

“Jesus, Kat. Gonna need to get inside you, baby,” I rasped.

Her other hand hit the door, scrabbling for the handle. “In the truck, Devon.”

It took me a second to register what she was asking. The moment it clicked, I was a man