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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Tessa

I was too surprised to resist.

But let’s face it, even if he told me his intention, I’d have been helpless but to follow.

If I were being honest with myself, I would admit that it was inevitable that we would give in to what was growing between us at some point.

So as he pulled, I followed his lead, parting my legs to the sides of his crossed ones, my arms sliding over his shoulders as his squeezed my hips.

His warm gaze was on my face, the planes of his face set in moody shadows thanks to the ambient lighting.

My belly flipped as he sucked in a deep breath, shook his head, and declared, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Then his lips were on mine again.

Soft.

Sweet.

Full of the yearning I’d been feeling since we’d met.

A whimper escaped me as my arms tightened around the back of his neck, pressing my chest to his.

The move had a rumble escaping Rook. His hands slid down from my hips to my ass, sinking in, dragging me down onto his lap. Where the proof of his desire pressed against the fly of his jeans and the barely-there material of my panties.

There was no stopping the moan that escaped me as my hips instinctively dropped down, grinding against his hardness.

Rook’s lips grew harder and hungrier as his hands slipped down my thighs, then up under my skirt to tease back up my bare skin.

Little goosebumps rose on my skin, and a shiver moved through me at the soft touch.

His hands went to my butt, sinking in, dragging me against him again.

My head fell back on a moan, and Rook took it as an invitation, his lips going to my throat, kissing across the sensitive skin as my hips did another little rock against him.

His lips and tongue and beard grazed my heated, sensitive skin as his hands slid out from my skirt to slide up my sides.

He grabbed my arms, pulling them down from his shoulders, then slid my straps off of my shoulders and pulled the bodice of my dress down to bare me to the night air… and him.

A shiver racked my system as the cool air kissed my skin, and Rook let out a rumbling sound as my nipples hardened.

Instead of reaching for me, though, his hands went to my sides, pulling me up, taking me away from the friction my body was screaming for.

But as soon as he had me high enough, he leaned inward, pressing a kiss to the center of my chest before turning to the side and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

A shocked gasp escaped me as heat pulsed from the touch of his lips to somewhere deep in my core.

Rook sucked hard as my head fell back, lost in the sensation.

Then his tongue was circling, his teeth grazing. Before he was moving across my chest to continue teasing.

It was torture.

Hot, slick, maddening torture.

My body trembled with the unmet need as Rook kept dragging it out, knowing exactly what he was doing to me as I whimpered and sighed and moaned.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it for another second, his head lifted and his hand slid under my skirt and into my panties.

“So wet for me,” he murmured as his fingers traced between my lips toward my clit, then pressed down hard.

It was almost my undoing.

That was how much I’d been aching for him, how much I’d been dying for this very moment.

Sensing my lack of control, heat leapt in Rook’s eyes as his thumb started to tease around my clit while two of his fingers slipped down, then slid inside me.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned as my walls closed around his fingers. “That’s it,” he murmured as my hips started to rock impatiently, needing the friction he wasn’t ready to give me. “Show me what you want.”

I wanted this.

More.

Him.

Everything.

But for the moment, I satisfied myself with rolling my hips as his thumb worked me, as his fingers started to lazily thrust.

It was so overwhelming, so fast.

My forehead pressed to Rook’s as a little whimper escaped me. “Rook…”

“Come for me.” It was a soft command, but my body obeyed immediately.

Pleasure sparked, caught, blazed through me, stealing my breath, leaving me whimpering as my body fell against Rook.

One of his arms went around me, holding onto me as I came back down.

His fingers were still inside me.

And, somehow, that fact had my sex tightening, dragging a rumble out of Rook.

“If you want to come again, I want to taste it.”

I guess the needy little whimper that escaped me—and the rush of wetness he felt—gave him all the answer he needed.

He eased me down onto my back.

Then he was kneeling between my legs, pressing my knees to my chest, and easing my panties down my legs, his hungry gaze on mine the whole time, making my belly do delicious little somersaults.

As soon as he had the material tossed somewhere to the side, he was bunching my skirt up around my hips, then lowering down.

His arms slid under mine, pushing my legs over his shoulders.

Then his mouth was on me.

Soft, sweet, practiced.

It wasn’t long before my hips were rocking against his tongue, before my fingers were twisted in his hair, and my moans were drifting off across the quiet farm.

He was relentless, never giving my body a chance for the pleasure to slip out of my grasp.

He was pulling me apart. Slowly, gloriously, and without shame.

I came, crying out his name, my thighs clenching his head, my hips rocking up to ride his face, dragging it out for all it was worth.

I fell back against the blanket gasping, panting, whimpering, my whole body feeling like a buzzing live wire.

Rook’s hands grabbed my knees, prying my thighs apart with a sexy little laugh before he was kissing his way up one thigh, then down the other.

“Rook,” I sighed as his soft kisses had me coming down from one orgasm and climbing toward another.

“Hmm?” he murmured, glancing up at me.

“Please…”

“Please, what?” he asked, his little smirk saying he knew exactly what I was begging for, but wasn’t going to give in until I said it myself.

I reached out, pulling him until he came over me, wrapping my arms and legs around him, then sealing my lips to his.

I kissed him long and hard as my hips rocked against his cock that was straining the fabric of his slacks.

My hands slid down the slope of his back, sinking into his ass to drag him more firmly against me as I moaned against his lips.

It wasn’t long, though, before that wasn’t good enough.

I grabbed his belt, yanking up so he lifted off me, then reached around to unclasp his belt, his button, his zipper, then tugged at his pants.

A sexy rumble moved through Rook at my greedy hands.

But I was too distracted by my goal to notice as I closed my hand around his cock.

A little whimper escaped me as his thick length pulsed under my touch.

I stroked him to the base, feeling the wetness of his desire sliding down his shaft.

Another needy whimper escaped me.

And this time, Rook lost all control over himself too.

He reached back, fishing protection out of his wallet, then sitting back on his heels to slide it on, his heated gaze cutting to me again and again.

He sucked in a deep breath, then reached for me, pulling me until I was on my knees too, then situating me on his lap.

His hands went around me, sinking into my ass, but just holding on—not coaxing, not demanding. Like he wanted to make it clear I was in complete control.

And that had my heart doing a little cartwheel as I slid a little higher up, situating myself above him, then slowly sliding down his length.

His gasp met my moan as he filled me inch by inch.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Rook groaned, fingers flexing on my ass as he fought the urge to move me, to take what he wanted.

I sucked in a steadying breath and leaned up, taking his lips once again as my hips did a small rock.

That tiny movement, and the pleasure that spread, had all my self-control abandoning me as well.

I started to ride him hard and fast, the need for release a desperate, clawing thing.

Rook’s hands guided me, finding the right angle, then keeping me moving at it as I drove closer and closer to that precipice.

Then, on a choked cry, fell right off of it, crashing down into the pleasure.

Rook held me against him as the sensations pulled me under over and over.

Coming down and finding him still rock-hard inside me had a little whimper escaping me.

“Yeah, I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he said.

He slowly shifted back onto his butt, then back, leaving me astride him with him looking up at me.

Somehow, just that adoring, heated look in his eyes had my need reigniting, making my hips rock restlessly until I found the rhythm and started to ride him again.

“No,” Rook said as I threw my head back, eyes closed. “Look at me, baby. Please,” he added, raw need clear in his voice.

My eyes found his as I started to ride again, my movements slow and purposeful, wanting to freeze this moment in time, to remember every feeling, each sensation.

My body, though, didn’t get the memo about patience.

It wasn’t long before I was falling forward into Rook as the pleasure soared through me. I cried out against his shoulder as he rocked his hips up into me.

He gave me no time to recover this time, though. His hips were quick, demanding, forcing my desire to ratchet back up.

My little whimpers became ragged moans muffled by the material of his shirt.

“You’re taking me so fucking good,” Rook rumbled against my ear, making my sex clench hard around him. Even as my heart inexplicably did the same thing. “Give me one more just like this.”

As if he was giving me any choice.

He drove me ruthlessly up, his hips hard and fast, sending me stumbling to the edge before I could catch my breath, I was tumbling down, my whole body shaking as the pleasure coursed through me.

He still wasn’t finished with me, though, as he hooked me to him, then rolled me under him once again, surging deep—the thrust hard, borderline brutal.

And all I could do was beg for more.

He’d given me so much of his discipline, allowed me to be in charge. I wanted him just like this—unrestrained, out of control with his own need for release.

I expected him to be selfish with his desires after already giving me so much. But despite the way his body tensed, his breathing got short and ragged, he fucked me until I was arching, moaning, then coming hard one final time. Only then did he press deep, his body shuddering as he came.

His weight pressed down on me for a while afterward, both of us too overcome with the aftermath of what we’d done to move away.

It was Rook who recovered first, taking some of his weight off of me, pressing up to look down. His face was mostly cast in shadows, but I could feel the warmth emanating from his eyes as he looked down at me.

“I’ve—”

I never would find out what he was about to say right then.

Because suddenly cutting through the darkness was a set of headlights. Heading right our way.

“Shit,” Rook said, voice tight.

“What?”

“We lost track of time,” he said, moving fully off of me, rushing to tuck himself away.

“What?” I asked, still too come-drunk to think straight.

“The event planners,” he said, reaching for my hands and pulling me up to a seated position.

Reaching out, he pulled my bodice and straps back up, covering me.

“They have to come back and clean up,” he explained, making sure he was all sorted, then yanking my skirt down.

Finding my panties, he shoved them in his pocket as I finally got my legs to work and rose from the ground.

“I, ah, think we are just going to go ahead and… take this,” Rook said, leaning down to roll the blanket up while I slipped my sandals back on.

Heat flamed my cheeks as the sound of car doors cut through the night.

Rook reached for my hand, fingers squeezing, then led me forward.

“Hey, ladies. We lost track of time,” he admitted as I wondered if my hair was sex-messy.

“Understandably,” the brunette said, giving him a warm smile.

“We, ah,” Rook started, then changed tack. “Charge this to our bill,” he settled on, waving the rolled-up blanket.

The two women shared a knowing look.

“Happens all the time,” they admitted as I studied my feet.

“Do you need anything else from us?”

“No! No, go enjoy your wedding night. We hope you enjoyed your picnic.”

“We did,” Rook said, leading me away.

He pushed me into the passenger seat of my car, setting the blanket on my lap, then going around the car to drive back toward town.

We drove in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts.

I wouldn’t pretend to know what might be on Rook’s mind.

As for my own, I was a little too stunned to form any truly coherent thoughts.

My body felt both airy and weighted, two things that shouldn’t have been able to coexist. But it was true regardless.

“What the hell is this?” Rook asked, shocking me out of my thoughts. My gaze followed his out of the windshield to find a line of traffic cones blocking the road.

“Oh, maybe we missed a road closure notice…”

“No,” Rook said, letting out an airy laugh.

“Why not?”

“Because this is the only road into town. They can’t close it. This wasn’t the township. This is the club.”

“The club?”

“Notice the only place we can go from here is the clubhouse?”

“Oh,” I said, seeing he was right.

“They probably want to have a little celebration.”

“Okay,” I agreed, even if all I wanted to do was go home, change, climb into bed, and replay what had happened between us. Without letting myself analyze it or ruin it with what-ifs.

“We don’t have to stay long.”

“It’s fine,” I insisted, forcing some pep into my voice. This was his club. They were his brothers. He was likely excited to see them. I had to play my part too if this was going to work. “I will never turn down Detroit’s food,” I said. That, at least, was the truth.

Rook pulled the car into the parking lot as I flipped down the mirror, checking my hair and makeup.

“Ready?” Rook asked as I put the visor back up.

No.

“Yep.”