A Guy Walks Into My Bar - Lauren Blakely Page 0,30

mouth that works me over, and most of all, I love that he wants it like this, that he wants me like this, fucking his sexy mouth.

I thrust a little harder, pump a little deeper, and he answers my every move with his fingers digging into my flesh.

And on an upstroke, my whole body lights up like a pinball machine, hitting a new high score as pleasure pounds through me, curling in my veins. I grunt, “Gonna come. Gonna come now.”

I shudder as my eyes squeeze shut and my orgasm rips through me. Dean drinks down every last drop.

And as I’m coming down from the high, I pull out, slide down his body, and taste his lips with a hungry, possessive kiss. He tastes like us, and it drives me a little bit crazier.

But then, around him? Crazy seems to be my new state of mind.

14

Dean

The clock is ticking as I zip up my trousers. I take a look in the mirror, checking out my reflection. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to confess to Maeve,” I say, buttoning my shirt.

“Is that how your bet usually works? You go into the booth and serve it all up like she’s your priest?”

I toss a glance at Fitz striding across the room in his briefs, but still shirtless. “I don’t know how it usually works, since this is the first time I’ve broken the rule.”

His grin is the size of the river, huge and filled with pride. He walks up behind me, sets his hands on my arms, and brushes a possessive kiss on my neck. “Good. I like knowing that. I like that a whole lot.”

I do up the buttons, trying valiantly not to be affected by what he’s doing to my neck. “But if you must know, she pretty much broke me down last night and forced me to admit it. And she told me that she’d set me up.”

“I should send her a lifetime supply of top-shelf booze for that.” Another kiss on my neck. Another wave of lust through my body.

I stare at our reflection, at the way he’s touching me even when he needs to get out of here. “Don’t you need to get dressed and meet your sister?”

“Mmm. I do, but you taste so good.” Fitz slides his lips farther down my neck. “I also happen to have a fantastic sense of timing. I know exactly how long it takes to get down the ice. By my count, I’ve got one-hundred-and-twenty seconds to leave you wanting more of me before I have to go.”

Groaning, I lean into my American lover, taking his kisses, savoring his attention. At this rate, though, I’m never going to leave his room. Straightening my spine, I slide another button through the corresponding hole. “I suspect this time, however, that Maeve will read it on my face straightaway. She’s smart like that.”

He laughs as he draws his lips along my skin, rubbing his scruff against me. “Or are you that transparent, Dean?”

I arch a brow in the mirror as I finish the last button. “What do you think?”

Fitz raises his eyes, giving me a thorough appraisal. “I’d say that’s the face of someone who’s given it good and gotten it good.”

“Great. Fucking great,” I mutter, but I’m not annoyed in the least. Annoyance is impossible in moments like this.

He slides his hand to my ass, squeezing it hard. “I call it like I see it. And, Dean, you look like you’ve been sucked hard and well by a man who wants you.”

His comment shouldn’t do anything more than ignite another bout of lust. But the intensity of his desire is a life force. It’s a light that draws me, and I want more of it.

“Hence my plan for preemptive confession,” I say, and I can feel a smile tugging at my lips, the admission that I don’t mind cleaning the floors or painting the walls or hauling rubbish or chopping wood or anything if it means another round with him.

It’s not just his tongue or his mouth, though, or his fantastic cock. It’s the other things he does with his mouth—it’s the things he says and the way we are with each other.

He’s the best time I’ve ever had.

I turn around so he can’t distract me anymore with those kisses on my neck. “Listen, I have to go to the bar. Take care of some business.” I look at my watch. “I’ll be done before seven. Meet me at Sticks and