Page 62 of Live Love Lasso

“That’s it,” I croon, desperate to get some control of myself and the situation.

But Lemon’s havin’ none of it. She rips my shirt open, her hands roving along my abs and pecs as she keeps up that steady, tortuous rhythm.

Pleasure explodes through me and seed barrels down my shaft. I scream into the quiet of the tunnels, clamping a hand over my mouth. The right oar falls into the water with a splash, but I can’t even scramble for it as orgasm rocks me, all my muscles locking up.

Nothing exists outside of that steady rhythm of Lemon sucking my dick with practiced, smooth moves all the way through a powerful orgasm that obliterates sight and sound. I come until I’m oversensitized, curling over her to pull her off my throbbing cock.

She lets out a darling little growl and keeps going when I hiss. Fisting my right hand through her hair, I pull her slightly.

“Enough, Lemon, baby. That’s enough.”

She doesn’t come away. Instead she sucks harder, refusing to let go.

“Lemon,” I bark. “We’re comin’ up on a very public spot, baby girl.”

She glances up at me, winking as she slides off my cock. Sitting back into her seat, she wipes delicately at her mouth. “You taste so good, though, Furyon. I wasn’t done.”

I gesture toward the oar floating in the water off to our right. “Yeah well I wasn’t expecting to be dead in the water either, sweetheart. Gods, Lemon, that mouth is masterful.”

Never looking away from me, she flares her giant shadow wings wide and lifts out of the boat. I watch in utter awe as she swoops over the water and carefully picks up the oar. She returns to the boat and drops it into my lap, flapping lightly above me as I get mental visions of fucking her up in the air.

We could do that, I think. I’m thinking of the ways right now…

I take the oar and slip it back through its support as she drops back into the boat. Leaning forward, she takes the oars from me, hovering over my body until I’m ready to throw them away again just to cradle her to me and tell her how fuckin’ obsessed I am.

She grins wickedly. “Might wanna put your pants back on, ranger.”

Voices echo off the stones ahead of us. I definitely don’t need Sheriff Rygold callin’ me about indecent exposure so I haul my jeans back up and tuck myself away. Lemon whines when my cock disappears behind the zipper.

But she smirks when I row us around a corner into a brightly lit tunnel. I point at windows set every so often into the stone surface, trying to gather some semblance of my sanity back so I can play tour guide.

“‘Bout two thirds of downtown’s businesses have pick-up windows down in the basement level. If you’re rowing through the caverns, you can pick up down here rather than having to exit and go back upstairs. Figured I’d take you through BrewHaHa for coffee and a sandwich before you gotta go back to work. Sound good?”

Lemon’s mouth drops open, and she whirls around, leaning against me as she scans the tunnel. We sail past the first few spots, but when we get to the window for BrewHaHa, we both laugh to see Oz slide the window open and stick his head out.

He points at us. “Y’all oughta be careful in these tunnels; could be bandits. I just heard some wild shrieking. Sounded like, well, I don’t really wanna say, but somebody might have gotten murdered.” His grin is pure mischief as he whispers the last few words.

Lemon shrugs, lifting her chin. “I didn’t hear a thing.” She glances up over her shoulder at me. “Did you, Furyon?”

“Not a peep,” I confirm. “You got my order ready, Ozifer?”

Oz disappears back inside the window. Lemon leans forward and peers in, seeming amazed at the sail-thru-drive-thru.

When Oz returns and hands her a giant bag with my order, she takes it and sets it down between us. Then she turns and slaps Oz on the chest. “You never told me about this tunnel situation? An underground drive-thru? I feel betrayed, Oz. We’re friends.” She crosses her arms and tries to look ferocious, and it’s all I can do to hold back a snicker.

Oz leans out onto his muscular forearms, the tips of his dark wings soaring over his head. “Well now, Lemon, some things are best discovered with your paramour, don’t you think? I mean…I can’t say that you and I would have quite as good a time in that bitty boat, know what I’m saying? You picking up what I’m layin’ down?”

She rolls her eyes but laughs. “Yeah, I’m pickin’ it up. Guess I’ll have to rely on Furyon to show me all of the Gulch’s secret assets.”

He scoffs. “Hey, bitch, I took you to skyball and a rodeo last night, and I called him to come get you so you could get laid. I haven’t even gotten myself laid in months, so if that doesn’t put me in bestie territory, I don’t know what would.”

There’s a moment where we’re all silent, but I burst into laughter first because what he said is a pretty accurate summary of last night.

I settle my woman back down and push off the wall. “See ya around, Oz.”

He inclines his head at me with a little wink, then slides the drive-thru window shut.

Lemon opens the bag and withdraws the sandwiches and a bottle of white wine. She looks up at me. “We drinking on lunch break?”