THE BRAVO BOYS - SNAKE EATER [book three]

Chapter FOURTEEN

Logan Nash

Maybe it's the whiskey, or the spilling of secrets that has her dropping her guard.. Maybe it's her understanding of true pain and suffering or a mutual a desire to feel better, if only for a night, but whatever it is that causes her to kiss me the way she does, with a need that could consume me whole, I'm not going to question it.. Not for a second..

Nothing could feel better than the weight of her petite figure pressed against me as she crawls into my lap to straddle my hips.. No lips could compare to the softness of hers and no perfume has ever smelled as sweet as the orange blossom scent caught in her champagne hair..

In a flurry of shedding clothes and lashing tongues, Shelby kisses me hot and hard, eagerly returning my rampant desire with a fire of her own.. A carnal battle of fierce wills wages white hot between our pressing bodies as my hands roam her shapely curves, rising over crests and trawling through valleys of creamy flesh.. Sitting upright on the sofa Shelby teases my cock, grinding furiously in a mind numbing rhythm to rub against me, until I'm so hard the fabric of my suit pants strains close to tearing-point.. Her trembling fingers pick at the buttons of my shirt as I strip her leather jacket from her shoulders and gain access to her sweet neck.. "Fuck, you're hot, Barbie.."

Showering kisses down her delicate throat and across her collar bone she moans with ravenous intent, her hesitant words at odds with her needy actions.. "Oh God, Logan, we shouldn't be doing this-"

I fumble with the top button of her tight jeans, shoving my hand down the front of her panties to find she is already dripping wet with need.. "Mmphh- shouldn't be doing what?" I mumble with my lips pressed to her hot skin..
The inappropriate blurring of boundaries only serves to heighten my hunger to have her, spurring us both deeper into the temptation of danger..

The Beauty Queen gasps as my fingers thrust fast and hard into her tight pussy.. "Ugnnnh-this! You're such an asshole- I can't fucking stand you.."

"You want me to stop?" I growl, licking at the velvety soft lobe of her tiny ear as her fingers tangle into a fierce hold on my hair..

"No! Fuck no, dont you dare stop, Lone Star!" Shelby pants, thrusting her bouncy round tits forward as I sink my digits deeper into her plush depths.. She claws at the shoulders of my shirt before her fingernails rake a searing path down to the buckle of my belt.. "I want you to fuck me, Logan, fuck me as hard as you hate me.."

"Who said I was gonna fuck you, Barbie?" I shift my weight, lifting her as I turn us both to shove her aside.. An awfully adorable giggle escapes her plump pink lips when I throw her down on the sofa to land flat on her back.. Kneeling between her thighs I leer down to admire her sultry, flushed and disheveled appearance..

Sweet mother Mary.. She's fucking stunning..
The mighty Shelby Quinn, at my mercy is a sight to behold, one that doesn't seem right given the nature of our entire agreement..

She is right, we definitely shouldn't be doing this..

"You're really gonna tease me like that!" Shelby groans with huffy and dramatic exaggeration, irate sapphire flames still flickering behind those frosty eyes.. "Or are you just too scared to finish what you started?"

Incensed by her shit talking my adrenaline spikes and a snide sarcasm settles low in the depths of my guts..
She really thinks she can just have her way with me.. Even now she still thinks she can get away with using me, scott free.

No fucking way.

"Beg, Barbie.. If you really want it- You'll beg for it.." I torment her, watching as she yanks off her tight white t-shirt to expose her perfectly conditioned body.. Lean muscle wrapped in milky soft silk glows dewy and delicious, while several long scarlet and silver scars paint her toned torso and criss cross over the rounds of her breasts, spilling from her black bra..