Page 15 of SnowFyer (Roosters #8)

Getting away from the press and fans who had migrated outside the practice stadium took some doing.

SnowFyer was set to play the next evening in Henderson, just seventeen miles from Las Vegas.

The crew was already setting up in the open venue where anyone could attend.

Though admission wasn’t free, every single penny of it was going to the charity sponsoring the event.

SnowFyer paid their people well, so the crew was happy to help out on this tour even with food and lodging being their only compensation.

Fortunately, with the show being so close to Vegas and home, Seth was able to shove Scarlett into his car and get the hell out of Dodge.

His home was a sprawling ranch on the outskirts of Vegas, walled off with security out the ass.

Which was a good thing because he might kill anyone who ruined this night with Scarlett.

The first night of what he intended to be a lifetime.

He’d even sent the staff home, telling them no one was to be in the main house until the next morning. Preferably not before noon.

Now, he stood in the living room with Scarlett in his arms, trying to decide if he could make it to the bedroom before he took her the first time. Given the way she’d wrapped that sinful body around him, the odds of it weren’t good.

Her hands were all over him, scratching under his shirt only to rake back down his chest and abdomen until she opened his jeans, sliding them down his hips.

How she did it he had no idea. He was too busy squeezing her tits, barely encased in scraps of leather held together by laces.

By accident, he found a zipper at the side of her top and fumbled until he got it unzipped.

Impatiently, Scarlett shrugged out of it before cupping those fantastic tits as if offering him a taste.

Seth groaned, dipping his head and taking one peaked nipple between his lips and sucking. Scarlett cried out sharply, threading her fingers in his hair and holding him to her. Finding the fastening to her pants was impossible. Ripping leather wasn’t an option either.

“Get your fucking pants off, Scarlett!”

“You get them off,” she sighed. “I’m busy.”

The next thing he knew, Scarlett squatted in her stilettos before him, looking like a sex goddess as she kissed down his abs to where his cock jutted up from between his legs.

Without hesitation, she engulfed him between her lips, the hot, wet cavern of her mouth nearly making him lose what was left of his mind.

“Fuck,” he shouted. “Fuck!”

“Mmmm,” she said, as if his cock were the most delicious thing in the world.

Her fingers sank into his hips while she worked him, saliva coating him in a slick, wet sheen.

“You’re delicious,” she purred when she released her suck.

Her lips were still black from that wicked lipstick, surrounding his cock half way down the shaft when she took him again.

He watched in fascination as it disappeared between those wicked, wicked lips.

“God, Scarlett! That’s it,” he praised even as he threaded his fingers through her hair. “Suck it!”

Scarlett willingly let him guide her, use her mouth as he took his pleasure. She looked up at him, her sparkling green eyes alight with lust and mischief. She was enjoying herself as much as he was. There wasn’t a doubt in Seth’s mind of that.

Before she could suck what was left his brain out through the head of his dick, Seth urged Scarlett to her feet, tugging her hair roughly.

“Get up here,” he growled, taking her mouth.

He wasn’t gentle, but then, neither was she.

Her nails sank into his shoulders, and she hopped up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Seth stumbled backward and fell onto his bed with Scarlett sprawled on top of him.

Thankfully, he found a zipper at her left hip and tugged it down.

Seth slid his hands beneath her pants to grip her bare ass.

With a shudder he thrust his hips upward, rocking his cock between her legs to put as much friction on both of them as he could.

Scarlett cried out, thrusting her chest at him until he took her nipple between his lips once more.

This time, he tugged with his teeth, stretching the peak only to let it go to find the other one.

“Fuck! Seth!” Scarlett shimmied over him, riding him with short snaps of her hips.

“Goddamn it, Scarlett,” he growled, needing to bury himself in her. “I told you to get your fucking pants off.”

He tossed her off him to her back so he could roll off the bed to his feet.

In one swift motion, Seth snagged her pants at the waist and jerked them off, peeling the buttery-soft leather off her and tossing the inside-out material to the floor.

He stepped out of his shoes and jeans before jerking the dresser drawer open to snag a condom.

Scarlett’s eye flashed like green, glittering gems. “I thought I told you I wouldn’t use a condom you’d bought with another woman in mind. What part of that didn’t you understand?”

Seth was nearly past the point of thinking, but, thankfully, he knew she’d voice this particular objection and had prepared for it.

He snatched the receipt out of the drawer and shoved it in front of her face.

“Look at the date,” he said between clenched teeth.

“Yesterday. And I haven’t had another woman even cross my mind since that night on the fucking bus. ”

Her eyes got wide as she focused on the piece of paper from the drug store. “Oh,” she said calmly, shrugging a little as if it were all no big deal when he was simply-to-God dying. “Well. In that case…”

He took the couple of seconds while she looked at the receipt to roll the condom on. When she tossed it aside, he was already dropping down on top of her, covering her body with his.

“Are you going to bluster all night or fuck me?” he asked, tonguing her mouth. She tasted so sweet, so perfect. “Because I’d rather use all my energy fucking you than arguing with you.”

She giggled as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, arching into him. “Not arguing,” she said, pulling him back to her mouth to kiss him once more. “Not arguing at all.”

The break in the action was actually a good thing. Seth was able to get himself under a bit of control. Hopefully, it would be enough so he could last longer than a hot second.

As he guided himself to her entrance, Seth took a deep breath. This was it. His Scarlett.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, sucking delicately at her neck. “Tell me you want me, Scarlett.”

“For longer than I can remember,” she said, urging him to look at her. There was no teasing light in her eyes. Only sincerity. And need. “And I’m sure I always will.”

Looking into her eyes, letting those intense green orbs ground him, Seth slid into her heat, letting her envelop and squeeze him. Welcoming him home.

She cried out as he began to move. Having regained a semblance of control, Seth surged hard into her.

The sight of her body flushed with desire, her fiery hair spread out over his pillow, her slender, pale body moving with his thrusts was beyond his ability to process.

It was like having a goddess in his bed.

A beautiful, hedonistic goddess of lust. Every fevered fantasy he’d had about Scarlett was proving tepid in the wake of the reality that was now beneath him.

She was abandoned, not shy in the least about expressing her needs.

Even though Seth needed her with every fiber of his being, had been dreaming about this very moment, he let her lead the pace.

He let her work herself on his cock. She thrust upward with quick snaps of her hips to meet each of his thrusts, making them hard and jarring.

Her moans and screams filled his bedroom along with his ragged breathing.

“Witch,” he bit out between thrusts. “Horny little thing, aren’t you?”

“I am,” she confessed. “So horny I’m going to fuck you all night and into the morning.”

“You may well do that,” he said with a little chuckle. “But only if I don’t fuck you first.”

She used her legs to propel her over, flipping their positions. Seth had been expecting something like that, so he merely gave her his famous cocky grin, folding his hands behind his head. “Ride at your leisure, princess.”

Scarlett gave him her own grin before sitting up where she straddled him, his cock still firmly planted inside her. “My favorite stud,” she drawled.

Any relaxation Seth was starting to feel nearly evaporated at her husky words. The woman clearly knew how she affected him and how to push every button he had. Which was fine with him. The banter between them was half the fun.

Scarlett began her ride, rising and falling, her hands braced on the tops of his thighs.

The position thrust her breasts up, taunting him.

So he cupped their weight in his palms, feathering his thumbs over her nipples to make them peak even harder.

When she let her head fall back, all that hair of hers tickled his thighs. His balls.

“You must be trying to make me lose control,” he growled, just barely resisting the urge to plant his feet and surge up into her.

“Is it working?” She flashed him a wicked smile, but it looked more than a bit strained.

“It is. I think we’ve both waited too long for this.”

“Could be,” she said, a strained laugh coming from her. “All I know is it feels so fucking good…”

Seth let her ride him, biting the inside of his cheek to hold on to his control. He could do this. Let her play until she drove herself mad, then he could take her like he’d needed to since the bus incident. Assuming he could hold out. He would hold out, damn it!

“Seth,” she breathed.

And that was it.