over his cock and liquid suction pulled him deep, Tyler would have corrected her if he still had the powers of speech. He wasn’t going to last five seconds.
As primed as he was, it was a miracle he hadn’t come in his jeans before she got him unzipped. Tyler braced both palms flat on the door, focusing on the feel of the sun-warmed metal beneath his hands to distract from the smooth, moist mouth pistoning on his shaft.
“Okay, but hurry up,” Kane—the brother he’d forgotten he had—called through the door. Tyler was vaguely aware of footsteps fading out of range, then Zoe did some swirling thing with her tongue and his last few brain cells evaporated.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall forward, far too heavy for his neck to support anymore. Her hands peeled his jeans down until she could cradle his balls with one hand as the other grasped his hip, holding on tight, her claw tips pressing into his skin. His own claws sank into the metal of the door, his fangs cutting the inside of his lip as he fought the urge to pump his hips and shove himself deeper.
His existence narrowed to a few square inches of flesh. He opened his eyes, hoping to distract himself from the monopoly touch had on his senses, but with his head bowed, the sight that greeted him was Zoe’s golden head bobbing, plunging his ruddy, veined cock repeatedly into her mouth. He watched her take him in, eagerly swallowing every inch, humming her pleasure against his shaft. The vibration from deep in her throat thrummed up his spine, and Tyler’s last shred of resistance snapped. His roar echoed off the ceiling as he came into her mouth, hips jerking with hot jets of come, his claws digging grooves in the metal door until he was wrung out, a dazed and empty shell.
Zoe released him, rocking back on her heels. She rubbed a thumb across her softly swollen lips and flashed him a bright, flirty smile. Breezy and casual, as if she hadn’t just sucked him off like a fucking Hoover Energizer Bunny.
“Landon’s probably given himself a stroke by now,” she said as she rose gracefully to her feet. She turned away, wandering over to collect her shirt where it dangled from a fender and buckling her belt as she walked.
Tyler’s brain came back online with a jolt, jarred by the easy conversation of the woman who’d just had his cock balls-deep in her mouth. It was disconcerting. He’d done casual sex before, but never with a woman who treated it so…casually.
He tucked himself back into his jeans and refastened them, feeling inexplicably irritated by Zoe’s notable lack of pillow talk. She’d said no strings, hadn’t she? So why was her stringlessness so vexing?
She pulled on her shirt, smoothing the soft, stretchy cotton over her flat stomach. “He’s probably dying to tear me a new one. God knows he’s been freaking out at the drop of a pin lately.”
“He’s responsible for a lot of people,” Tyler grumbled as he crouched to grab his own shirt, untangling the twisted fabric. “You’d be stressed too.”
She snorted. “That’s why you don’t throw yourself in the path of responsibility.”
Tyler straightened, catching Zoe in the act of staring at his bare chest. He’d never thought of himself as vain, but the hungry little smile curving her lips stroked his ego.
“Has anyone ever told you how mouthwatering you are?”
Tyler considered lying just to feign modesty and continue the flirtation, but he was still annoyed enough to be truthful. “Yes.”
Her eyebrows flew up and she laughed as she bent to scoop up her hat, smacking it against her thigh to dust it off. “Well, whoever she was, she had good taste.” She popped the hat on her head, angling it back. “Thanks for the preview, Tyler. Can’t wait to see what you can do when we have time for the feature presentation.”
Tyler yanked his shirt on, stupidly bothered by her presumption that there would be a feature presentation, even though he knew there would be. Even frustrated with her I-got-what-I-wanted-from-you attitude, he still wanted her down to his bones. And as long as they kept it quiet…just between them…
But how could they?
Even if Kane hadn’t heard them, he had to know something was up. The most tactful of Tyler’s brothers, he wasn’t likely to say anything—certainly not to Landon—but how many people saw Kane shouting through the garage door? How many people had seen