“I’m all about good time management, baby,” he said, walking me to his bedroom as he kissed me.
“I can see. So, this is what you have planned?”
“The beers are cold, the pizza is ordered, and my beautiful woman is finally here … now the fun can start.”
He started to undress me.
First my shirt and then my bra. Heat filled his eyes as he secured his velvety lips to one nipple. I moaned and dropped my head back, enjoying the swirl of his tongue on the taut, sensitive flesh.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said, sliding his tongue over to the other nipple. “And it’s made me horny as fuck. I’ve been waiting to do this for hours. Fuck, your nipples are perfect.”
Next to go were my boots and my jeans, and when I was down to just a pair of white panties, he pushed me onto the bed and dragged them down my legs, making me shiver when his fingers ran along the soft skin of my thighs.
Pushing my legs apart, he buried his face between my thighs and delivered a mind-shattering orgasm within minutes of licking, sucking, and penetrating me with his tongue.
Gasping for breath and desperate for more, I rolled us until he was on his back and I was sitting on top of him. “Two can play at that game.”
He cocked a sexy eyebrow at me. “Game?”
“Tongue play,” I said, my eyes full of the heat left behind by my orgasm. “I’m going to fuck you so hard with my mouth, you’re going to see stars.”
“Oh fuck, Chastity…” he breathed, desperately.
But just as I was about to peel off his boxers, the doorbell rang.
“Leave it,” he begged. “Tell me more about mouth fucking me.”
I laughed. “It’ll have to wait, or the pizza will get cold.”
“Fuck the pizza.” He anchored me to his hips. “I’ve got better plans for that beautiful mouth of yours.”
I leaned forward to plant a brief kiss on his lips. “Pizza. Then you get your orgasms. And trust me. You’re going to need your strength.”
I kneeled back and his gaze dropped to the giant erection pressing at the front of his boxers. “Maybe you should answer the door, considering I’m armed with this.”
When I brushed my hand over the bulge and started to rub it, he raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m seconds away from sacrificing our pizza,” he warned.
I laughed and untangled myself from him.
As I pulled on one of his t-shirts, the doorbell rang again.
I scooted through the house, humming to myself because I was high on being with my man.
But when I opened the door, dread shot up my spine and burst across the rest of me.
Because it wasn’t the pizza delivery guy standing on Ruger’s doorstep.
It was my uncle.
Surprise collided with confusion on his face. “Chastity, what are you doing here? I thought you had moved back to your apartment.”
His eyes swept over me. I shifted nervously. Ruger’s t-shirt barely reached my thighs.
In the worst timing in the world, Ruger walked into the room, shirtless and in his boxer shorts, flicking through the money in his wallet, ready to pay the delivery guy. He came to a halt when he saw Bull, and their eyes met across the room. In that moment my uncle put two and two together.
“You sonofabitch!” He launched through the door and ran at Ruger, thrusting him up against the wall. “What the fuck? That’s my niece! Tell me now… tell me goddamn now that you’re not fucking around with her.”
Ruger held Bull’s fierce gaze. He was calm. “I won’t lie to you, brother.”
In response, my uncle snarled and his fist connected with Ruger’s jaw, and then again in the mouth.
And then it was on. All hell broke loose. My uncle threw punches while Ruger did his best to deflect them. He didn’t throw any punches of his own. He wasn’t going to hit his best friend, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let his best friend keep hitting him.
“You goddamn motherfucker,” my uncle boomed. “She’s just a kid.”
“I’m not a kid,” I yelled at him.
Stupidly, I threw myself into the melee trying to stop the fight.
Unfortunately, Bull’s elbow collected with my cheek and dropped me to the floor like I was a house of cards. Stars danced before my eyes as pain seared a burning path into my brain. I cried out.
“Chastity!” Ruger shoved past my uncle and crouched next to me.
“Get your hands off her,” Bull growled, storming over to us and dropping down beside me.
Ruger ignored him. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, rubbing my cheekbone. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Ruger’s hands were tender as they pulled mine away from my face so he could survey the damage. His eyebrows slammed together, so I guessed it wasn’t good.
Bull also looked concerned as his bright eyes inspected the gigantic bruise I suspected was forming around my cheekbone. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”