Page 36 of Upon Blooded Lips (Vengeance #1)

ERIC

W here’s the popcorn when you need it?

Leaning against the wall, I watch Tessa stand toe to toe with Nate, arms crossed, head tilted back at an awkward angle, and an adorable scowl etching her features.

“Because you’re driving me crazy!” she shouts, throwing her hands out in the air. “I’m fine. You need to let me breathe.”

“Tessa, you just had your first kill. The Duke’s gone. Eric’s in the middle of setting up your father. I’m plotting all the logistics for your plans for the cops. What about your stalker? The news is still reporting your disappearance. Now is not the time?—”

She stomps her foot. “Stop being an overbearing caveman. All I want is an hour or two at Bean My Guest. I’ll wear a fucking disguise.

Eric can sit in the car and watch over me while working on his laptop, and if you’re so worried, you can camp out on the roof of the building across the street with your rifle. ”

Nate’s jaw tics. “I can make you a coffee, and you can sit in the library I built you.”

Tessa sighs. “Nate, I just need a breather. I spent almost my entire life locked up. I rarely went anywhere besides home and school. Besides the trip to the warehouse, I’ve spent the last month and a half here training.

I need a change of scenery, okay? I’m feeling restless and cooped up, and if I don’t get out of here for a little while, I’m going to lose my mind.

Don’t become my parents. Don’t make me a prisoner. ”

“If we can’t keep her safe for two hours, we might as well give up our business,” I add.

Nate offers me a death glare and runs his fingers through his hair. “Fine,” he grumbles. “Give me a couple of hours to finish up some work. And make sure your disguise is infallible. The last thing we need is someone calling the cops.”

“Thank you!” Tessa gushes, leaping up to wrap her arms around Nate’s neck. His face softens, and he pats her on the back. She disentangles herself and hurries out of the room before he can change his mind.

“‘We might as well give up our business,’” Nate mocks in a falsetto. “What the fuck was that?”

I shrug. “I don’t blame her for being stir crazy. We’ve thrown a lot at her and upended her life. If she needs a couple of hours, then she needs a couple of hours. She probably needs a break from all the testosterone you’re throwing around, especially with The Duke gone.”

“Whatever. Go help her with her disguise. I swear to God, if someone recognizes her, I’m blaming you and your big mouth.”

“You like my big mouth.”

“Yeah, when it’s filled with my cock. Now fuck off.”

I spin on my heel, walking casually until I’m out of his sight, then pick up speed and take the stairs two at a time. Tessa’s door is open, so I walk inside, finding her in her closet.

“Any ideas?” she asks, raking through the hangers.

“Ooh, do I get to be your stylist now?”

She huffs a laugh. “This was your doing, wasn’t it?” She gestures to the closet, which is filled to the brim.

“Can you imagine Nate picking out lingerie and shoes?”

She tilts her head to the side. “Lingerie, maybe. Shoes? Not so much.”

I reward her with a wide grin and move to the back of the closet. When filling it, I purchased a little of everything for every season and activity, including possible disguises.

I choose a black T-shirt with a picture of brass knuckles dusted with blood, black ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens covered in skulls.

Tessa raises a brow, but takes them from me while I go through her accessory drawer, selecting a choker, a leather bracelet set, and some magnetic earrings.

“I’m not really into the emo scene,” she says, eyeing my choices.

“I know. It’s the perfect disguise.”

“Won’t I stand out?”

My shoulder lifts. “Yeah, probably. But you won’t look like the pictures your parents plastered all over the news. People might look your way, but they won’t see Tessa Harrison; they’ll just see another angsty teenager.”

She scoffs, turns on her heel, and pads back into her room, her long hair swishing above that perfect round ass encased in shorts so short they should be illegal.

I grab her arm, spinning her around. She gasps, drops the clothes to the floor, and clutches my shirt in her fists. I brush my lips over hers in a barely there kiss that makes her sigh.

Tessa’s not content with that though. She rises on her toes and draws my head back to hers, twining her fingers in my hair. This time, I take her mouth like I want, with determination and a forcefulness that makes my head spin as every drop of blood rushes south.

I scoop her up, and she wraps around me like an anaconda while our tongues duel. Images of her on her knees with my cock down her throat assault me, and jealousy rears its head. Nate knows what it feels like to be deep inside her pussy, but I don’t, and I’m going to rectify that.

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. “Can I have you now, angel?”

Tessa smiles. “I’m yours and you’re mine.”

My heart skips a beat, and I carry her over to the bed, laying her down on it before undoing her button and zipper and drawing her shorts down her long legs. My gaze falls on the quote etched on her hipster panties. “It’s not going to lick itself?”

Tessa bites her lip before saying, “Well, it’s not, right?”

I hum and rip my clothes off, tossing them on the floor before jumping on the bed and yanking her panties off.

“No, it’s definitely not.” She spreads her legs wide, her glistening pink flesh begging to be devoured.

I fling her legs over my shoulders and inhale her scent, my mouth watering.

Fuck, I need inside her, but I want to do this right.

I bite down on her inner thigh before chasing the pain away with my tongue. I do the same on the other before licking my way closer to her pussy.

“Eric, please,” she rasps.

As my lady pleases. My tongue swipes over her clit, and her taste explodes in my mouth, making me feral.

She tastes so fucking good, like salted caramel, and I can’t get enough.

I slide my hands under her ass, squeezing the globes while holding her firmly against my mouth, pressing inside her to lap up every drop of arousal.

Tessa writhes under me, her hands clenching her blankets, the soft moans and gasps falling from her lips only spurring me on. I won’t stop until she floods my mouth and screams my name.

She wraps her fingers in my hair again, yanking hard on the strands.

Tessa’s body stiffens, her head tossing back and forth, hands tightening in my hair.

Her pussy clamps down on my tongue, her juices soaking my chin even through she tries to push me away.

I want her to ride the wave as long as possible, or even send her into a second orgasm.

My dick protests at the thought, but I want her to remember the first time I fuck her.

And if I can make her come more than Nate did in the forest, he’ll never live it down.

I’ll hold that over his head for the next year or ten.

I slide two fingers inside her, groaning at how tightly her cunt grips me before curling my fingers and rubbing against her G-spot. Tessa’s eyes fly wide, and she gives a little shriek, trying to twist away from me. “I can’t.”

A dark chuckle slips from me, and I speed up my movements.

The wet sloppy sound her pussy makes drives me crazy, and I suck her clit into my mouth, my fingers pistoning in and out of her.

Tessa’s legs lock around my head, holding me in place, hips grinding against me.

She shouts my name, her entire body trembling, and I move my face to the side as a clear liquid squirts from her.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” I say, slowing down my hand.

“What was that?” she asks after a moment, her breathing harsh while trying to catch her breath.

I crawl up her body and grin down at her. “You squirted for me.”

She covers her eyes and shakes her head. “That’s so embarrassing.”

I gently pry her hands away. “Nothing your body does is embarrassing, especially not that. Do you know how gorgeous you look when you come? When you fall apart for us?” I slide my mouth over hers, stealing her breath and making her taste herself.

“I need you to come once more for me, angel, but this time, on my cock. Think you can do that for me?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. Think you’re up for it?”

Fuck. I know she’s hiding a brat inside her, and I can’t wait for it to come out to play. Nate’s going to have a field day with her.

Instead of answering, I slide my tip inside her.

She wraps her legs around my waist and holds on to my biceps as I force my way farther in.

I might not be ten inches like my brother, but my considerable girth makes it a tight fit, and I nearly come with how fucking good she feels.

She gasps once I’m fully seated, tightening her hold on me while trying to adjust.

I glance down at where we’re joined before meeting her eyes, staring into her soul as I slide out, only to thrust back in hard.

“Fuck, Tessa. You’re everything, do you know that?

Fucking everything.” Her legs tighten around me, her heels digging into my ass.

I pick up my pace, powering in and out of her, each stroke slamming home with a forcefulness that makes us both pant for breath.

When her walls flutter around me, I reach between us and circle her clit.

“Scream for me, angel. Let Nate know what we’re doing up here.

Let him hear how hard I’ve made you come.

” I pinch her clit, and her back rears off the bed, her orgasm slamming into her.

She clamps down around me, a shout tearing free from her throat.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. So damn good. ”

My balls draw up tight, a tsunami of pleasure hitting me so hard I grunt. My thrusts slow to a stop, and I pour myself deep inside her. I pull out and drop beside her, drawing her against me. We take a moment, staring at the ceiling as the aftershocks from my orgasm wear off.

“Eric?”

“Hmm?”

“Ever heard the term free use?”

She’s going to be the death of us.