Ready For It (MacAteer Brothers #2) - M.L. Nystrom Page 0,30
vocabulary, coolio.”
I pulled one of the spray bottles from a bag and spritzed my wrists and neck. The floral smell surrounded me, and I inhaled it deep into my lungs. “Mmm. Just in case I have the displeasure of running into him again. I hope they come soon. After they get our stuff to the trucks, I’m gonna want some junk food. Has Mattie already had his allotment of fried Oreos?”
Chapter Ten
A warm male body cushioned my head as I brushed my hand over his stomach. His breathing increased under my ear, and a tingle started between my legs. My hand moved lower, unzipping his pants and slipping under his clothes to find his dick already hard. Saliva flooded over my tongue at the thought of his taste, and I swallowed. If I moved just a few inches down, I could have him in my mouth. I stroked him with my fingertips, caressing his shaft from balls to head, and he swelled even more. He squirmed under me, pushing into my palm, and I wrapped it around him, stroking firmly. His hand grabbed my wrist and held it still. “Mel, wake up. Please.”
Holy Fuck! I was lying across Owen’s chest with his dick in my hand. I let go immediately and watched it slap on his stomach, pointing north toward me. A drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip. I had to stop myself from sticking out my tongue to lick it off. I’d done enough damage already.
“Oh my God, Owen! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you. Fuck, where are we?”
Pieces of memory came to me. After my encounter with Robert, the men took our purchases to the trucks, and we spent some time stuffing ourselves silly at the food trucks. I tried a bunch of different tacos, barbecue, roasted corn cobs, and whatever else struck my fancy. I had two fried Oreos alongside Mattie, both of us scarfing down the gooey, messy treats. All that greasy food made my stomach churn in rebellion, and I got the bright idea to get a hotel room to nap for a bit. Owen came to check on me, and I asked him to stay with me. He curled up in the bed with me to watch some TV, and apparently, we both crashed and missed the fireworks.
Now the early morning light peeked into the room, and my hand had rubbed all over Owen’s junk. Why does this shit happen to me? I sat up and figured out quick I wore only my underwear and one of the T-shirts I bought yesterday. “Damn, O-man. I am so sorry. I was having a fantastic dream and… I didn’t realize… I didn’t mean to... fuck, this is embarrassing.”
He lay on his back, statue still and breathing deeply as if fighting for control. His dick remained pointing due north and hard as a rock. He still wore his jeans, but I had expertly opened them to put him on display in all his glory. As far as dicks went, his was very pretty. It had a nice shape with an extra wide purplish head and long, thick shaft. His erection still hadn’t gone down. Should I finish him off? A few veins stood out along the length, just begging for me to trace with my tongue. How would he react if I stripped off my panties and mounted him? My pussy was already wet from the dream, and it had been months since it saw any real action. My vibrator didn’t count.
Nope. Don’t go there, Melanie. Owen is more than just a quick fuck, so don’t treat him like one.
As if he read my thoughts, the big man next to me took a deep breath and heaved himself out of the bed. “It’s okay. Stay here. I’ll be back.”
His jeans remained open as he walked awkwardly into the bathroom. The giant back tattoo surprised me. A sword pommel sat between his shoulders, and the blade extended down his spine with a phrase on it I couldn’t make out. The design was simple, with no extra curlicues, shadings, or colors. A moment later, the shower came on. No doubt it was a cold one.
I relaxed back on the rumpled bed and sighed while I stared at the ceiling. How would Bevvie and Connor react to me and Owen spending the night together? Should I even worry about it? So far, Bevvie had never said a word to me about my lifestyle or life