Page 16 of Watch Your Back (Devil’s Backbone #2)

Well. Apparently my plan to force some distance between Ashley and my friends backfired.

Now not only is she probably plotting my agonizing death by a thousand paper cuts, but the guys are all defending her.

As if she needs it. Little spitfire can fight her own battles.

My face still hurts and not just from Heath’s right hook.

I t felt good to be back in my own car. I hadn’t driven in weeks, since before winter break, but my Firebird still ran like a dream. Heath had texted me the access code for their parking garage and directed me to park in Royce’s spot since he was at campus.

When he answered the door, his hair was messy and once again no shirt was to be seen. What was with these guys being allergic to clothing? Not that I was complaining. I basically climbed him like a tree the moment the door shut behind me.

“This is better than studying in the crusty old library,” he murmured between kisses, his hands gripping my ass as my legs wound around his waist. “How long do you have?”

“Ages,” I replied as he carried me over to the huge leather sofa and laid me down carefully. “You’re definitely home alone?” It seemed disrespectful as hell to fuck around if Carter was in the next room. Nate, I didn’t really give a fuck about.

“Yup, all morning. Royce and Carter have class, and Nate’s at the gym. I’m all yours, beautiful.” He punctuated that point by kissing me so hard, I forgot to breathe. My fingers flexed against his strong back muscles, and my hips rolled against him as I silently begged for more.

He understood perfectly but gave a low chuckle as he braced his weight on elbows either side of my head to keep from squashing me.

“Ashes, is this what you meant when you asked if I wanted to study? Because I could study you all damn day and not get tired of it…” He trailed kisses down my throat, then shifted his position to help me strip out of my sweater.

I grinned as he tossed it aside, then stared intently at my tits, still restrained in my basic black bra. I definitely hadn’t had this in mind when I’d been getting dressed this morning.

“It’s not,” I admitted, “but I’m not mad about the change of plans.

I was way ahead on my reading anyway.” Then, because I was living for the way he was looking at me, I sat up just enough to snake my hand behind and unclip my bra.

I slipped it off and tossed it across the room, where it landed on the TV.

Heath’s groan was perfection as he cupped my tits in his huge hands.

“I feel like I don’t remember enough of our first time,” he admitted in a dark whisper.

“Like it was happening through a blanket of fog. I hate that I’ve lost the details…

like how perfectly my hands fit around your incredible breasts…

or how responsive your perfect rosebud nipples are…

” He flicked his thumbs over the body part in question and I moaned at the sensation.

He dipped his head, taking one between his lips and sucking, his tongue flicking the tip and causing me to gasp with need. He was serious about studying apparently, and that required us taking our time.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he released that nipple and swapped to the other. “This might take several intense study sessions to ensure no details are missed.”

I grinned, my fingers threading into his soft, dark hair.

“I’m okay with this.” But at the same time, I was already so keyed up, I could easily come without even being touched down below.

Nipple play never made me come, but apparently I just hadn’t been with the right partner.

Or maybe it’d just been way too long since I’d gotten off and I was ready to burst.

“Patience, little minx,” he teased as I tried to tug on the waistband of his sweatpants. “We’ve got all morning, remember?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, already breathless, “but that just means we can fit in a repeat performance.”

That made him pause, tilting his head thoughtfully. Then he smirked. “I like that idea. But there’s something I’ve been wanting to do since the moment we met. Since that day I lay there on your massage table with the most painful boner known to man as you rubbed me down.”

I shivered, remembering that day. I’d been so incredibly attracted to him, and then he’d rolled over to reveal that erection he’d been hiding… Fuck, I’d been tempted to take his shady offer. Way more tempted than I wanted to admit.

Heath kissed his way down my belly, then unbuttoned my jeans.

I lifted my hips as he peeled them down, taking my panties along for the ride.

It took a second to get them off entirely, then I was totally naked on the sofa in broad daylight for his inspection.

It was a damn good thing I wasn’t modest, or it could have been uncomfortable being so incredibly on display.

“Fuck,” he moaned, then immediately sank his face between my thighs.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, my back arching as my fingers tangled in his hair once more, pulling him closer as his tongue penetrated me. “Heath, oh my god, uhhh…” I was way too tightly wound already to hold out under this kind of torture.

Heath was working with single-minded determination, though, eating my pussy like he was starving and sending me hurtling toward an orgasm at a million miles an hour. It was almost criminal how fast he was about to make me come.

“Technically,” I panted, my voice shaking, “this isn’t the first time you’ve done this.” But I understood what he’d said before, that the events of the night we’d slept together were not clear in his memory.

He wasn’t going to be distracted. His mouth shifted to my clit, sucking and flicking with his tongue while two fingers filled my pussy with a firm stroke.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned, then my legs stiffened, my thighs locking around his head as an intense climax rocked through me. Waves on waves rolled from my core, sending tremors to every limb and causing my hips to buck violently.

Heath didn’t let up, either. At some stage, he had to have stopped breathing, but he seemed fully determined to wring every last droplet of orgasm out of my pussy. Then when my thighs eventually loosened around his head, he withdrew his fingers to suck them clean.

“Fuck,” I gasped, watching him as though from outside of my own body. Did he just make me astral project? Wild. “Please, Heath…I need your dick inside me.”

His smirk was pure satisfaction as he pushed his sweats down, kicking them aside as I tried—and failed—to catch my breath and slow my racing pulse. It was a lost cause. Then he licked his lips and moaned like he was tasting the sweetest nectar on earth.

I watched the motion, spellbound, until his long lashes fluttered open and his hazel gaze locked on mine once more. “I want you to ride me,” he announced, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up as though I weighed little more than a wet kitten.

Fair, considering my pussy was drenched.

“Like this?” I murmured, settling my knees either side of his hips as he settled against the back of the couch in a seated position. His thick cock sat hard and proud between us, bumping against my mound as I found my balance.

Heath dragged his lower lip between his teeth, humming his satisfaction as he cupped my breasts in both hands. They were right in his face with this position, and he smirked up at me. “Perfect.”

I chuckled, low and husky, as I rose up high and reached for his cock to line us up. “Shit, you’re big,” I whispered, my fingertips barely touching around his girth. No wonder he’d been so determined to make me come that hard first; he was making sure I was well lubricated to take him fully.

“You can take it, Ashes,” he replied, kissing my throat. “I know you can.”

I notched his tip at my cunt, then braced my hands on his shoulders as I lowered myself down. I took it slowly, savoring every millimeter as his huge cock stretched and filled me in the most delicious way.

“Heath…” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as my whole body flushed with heat and a shiver lit up my skin. “Fuck…”

His answering groan was music to my ears as he grabbed my waist and slammed me down the rest of the way until our hips met, flush together.

“Ride me, Ashes,” he ordered, his husky voice like a caress over my hypersensitive flesh.

His hands grasped my butt cheeks, encouraging me to set the pace as my tits bounced in his face.

“Heath, oh my god,” I gasped as I moved, sliding up and down his rock-hard length with increasing speed.

Then the fucking front door opened and I froze, locking eyes with the intruder.

His whiskey-brown eyes widened, his lips parting in shock as he took in the scene on the couch.

Or what he could see of it from the doorway, which was likely just Heath’s head on the back of the sofa and my tits out on full display.

It didn’t take a genius to deduce what we were doing, though, even with the furniture blocking the best parts.

“Why’d you stop, Ashes?” Heath moaned, clearly not having heard the door. His hips bucked up and I whimpered before I could catch myself.

That noise seemed to shock Nate almost as much as seeing me there fucking his friend on the couch, and he visibly flinched. Then his brow dipped into a deep scowl and his lips twisted with a sneer.

“You have a bedroom for a reason, Heathcliff,” he snarled, dropping his gym bag by the door and making his way toward the open-plan kitchen.

Heath—having just realized we had company—quickly tossed a throw blanket over our bottom halves, then covered my breasts with his hands. “Dude! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here, dickhead,” Nate snapped back.

Logically, I could appreciate the fact Heath was simply trying to preserve my modesty by covering my boobs with his hands, but my libido was roaring at me to finish what we started so I was having a hard time not leaning into his touch.

“You’re supposed to be at the gym,” Heath growled, shifting his hips in a way that probably wasn’t intended to have the effect it had. Which was, of course, to draw another strangled little whimper from me as his cock twitched inside me. “Can you please…fuck off?”

Nate’s gaze locked with mine again, and I bit my lip.

Words were not going to be my friend right now.

His gaze dropped to where my teeth sank into my lower lip, then his scowl darkened.

“No. I came back to make a protein shake. If you wanted privacy, you’d have done this in your bedroom. Last I checked, this is shared space.”

Fucking hell. Sweat was rolling down my spine now, and I rocked my hips in a desperate attempt to relieve some pressure.

Was this what soaking was? Putting it in and not moving?

It fucking sucked, for the record. I needed to come more than anything and I was quickly not giving a flying fuck who was watching.

“Jesus,” Heath breathed, kissing the dip between my breasts. “Ashes, quit it. Nate, are you seriously going to stand there and watch?”

Nate gave a choked scoff. “As if. Layne is two solid seconds away from playing modest and leaving you with blue balls. She doesn’t have the guts to fuck in front of an audience.”

Anger burned through me at that, and my gaze whipped back to Nate’s. He was staring right at me, like he was waiting for my reaction. He wanted to see his insult hit home and then probably laugh as I ran from the room, red-faced and embarrassed.

Well. Fuck that.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not right here, Essex,” I replied, finally finding my voice.

In fairness, it was husky and breathless, but there was no mistaking my irritation underscoring those words.

“You don’t know the first thing about me, and you sure as shit don’t know what gets me off. Maybe I like the audience.”

I was talking a big game, but the moment the words left my lips and I very deliberately started to ride Heath’s dick again, I mentally panicked. Maybe I did like an audience? Because I was far from embarrassed right now, and I was insanely wet.

Heath groaned, his hands massaging and his fingers tweaking my nipples as I moved, rising and falling in his lap. “Ashes…holy shit. We can take this to my room if you want.”

I shook my head, my eyes still locked with Nate’s. “Nope. If Nate is uncomfortable, he can leave.” Then I tossed my head back, closing my eyes and arching my back as I doubled my efforts riding Heath’s huge cock.

It took longer than I anticipated, but right as I started to come—screaming—something in the kitchen smashed and the front door slammed. Just a split second before Heath shot his hot load into me with a gasping grunt.

“That was…” Heath murmured while panting and kissing my throat. “Amazing. But Nate is going to be a total dick about this later.”

I shrugged as I snuggled my face into the curve of his neck, feeling way too post-orgasm floppy to give a good god damn. “Well, at least now he knows his dumb little blocking scheme didn’t work.”

Heath laughed, and it was seriously becoming one of my favorite sounds.

His hands scooped under my ass again and he stood up with me in his arms, his dick still firmly lodged inside my dripping pussy.

“Come on, showgirl. I want you to make good on that promise for round two before we need to break into Dr. Fox’s office. Maybe even round three…”

I chuckled, clenching my inner muscles around him. “I’m a woman of my word, Heathcliff.”

“And a closet exhibitionist too,” he teased. “Good to know. Maybe this Carter thing won’t be such an issue, after all.”

Oh fuck. I liked that idea a lot more than needing to choose between them. The way my body reacted betrayed how much I liked it too, and Heath whispered curses as he laid me down on his huge bed. Good curses, though. He was definitely on board with the filthy ideas currently filling my head.

Question was, though: Would Carter be?