Page 78 of Pink and Country

I let go of her waist, fisted her hair, and pulled her head back, searching her mouth until we collided. April’s tongue dived in and consumed me. Her hips moved against my other hand, but I cut the rhythm once April’s body stiffened, ready to climax.

Inch by inch, I lowered myself to the floor and kneeled between her spread legs.

“Keep your hands on the wall and bend down,” I said. “And keep your eyes shut.”

April agreed with a small nod, and my tongue traveled along her slit.

I flicked her clit, sucked on it, and ate her like I was on death row and she was my last meal. My hands found her bottom, and my fingers dug into the soft flesh, holding her up.

My tongue fucked her hard, her wetness dripping in my mouth as I devoured her in and out. April’s knees shook, and I tightened my grip on her ass, helping her keep her balance. I lowered myself and ran my tongue along her legs, kissing her thighs, the back of her knees, her ankles. April shook from head to toe. Yelps escaped her lips and gave me the strength to keep sweet-torturing her.

In a slow, painful, and delicious way.

April peeled away from the wall and turned around, her eyes now midnight-blue. Something fierce shone in them. She leaned down, clamped my shoulders, and kissed me in the dirtiest way as if she needed my oxygen to survive.

My mouth went back to her pussy once she turned around and restored her position facing the glass wall, my tongue stroking her folds. April rocked her hips as my fingers dug in and out of her, matching my pace.

Her tight walls clenched around my fingers as I clamped her swollen bud between my lips.

April clawed the shower wall, waves of ecstasy rippling through her, swaying back and forth from pleasure. My pulsing cock refused to be on the sidelines any longer.

I grabbed the condom on the bathroom floor and tore the package open. I put the rubber on and buried myself into April’s wetness from behind, not giving her time to finish riding her orgasm.

Her pussy tightened around my aching manhood when I entered her, firm and swollen from desire. All the hair on the back of my neck straightened.

I laced my fingers through hers. April lifted herself on her toes, giving me better access to ram into her. I bit on the flesh of her neck, trailing kisses all over her spine. She moaned and cried my name at the top of her lungs.

She sucked in a breath before letting go and coming over the edge in my arms.

My legs wobbled, and I came right after, tremors shaking my body.

With my arms wrapped around her waist, we both crumpled to the floor, spent and in a state of bliss. April hooked her arms around my midsection.

“Now you’re the one who wrecked me,” she whispered, her head buried in my chest. I dropped a kiss on the top of her head, and we stayed on the floor, our bodies entangled, in silence until April grew heavier in my arms, her breathing slow and even, the warm water raining on us.

Fifteen minutes—or maybe an hour later, I had no idea—I carried April back to my bed.

“Fairy, I’m doomed. You’ve cast a spell over me, and I don’t ever want to break it,” I whispered, breathless. “I’ll never be able to stay away from you.”

Without knowing it, in her own way, April was building my heart back. The pieces had been running around loose for years in my chest. In perfect April fashion, she knew how to join them back together. The right way. One piece at a time.

With all her naked glory wrapped up in my arms, I dozed off, my heart lighter than it’d been in years.

17

April

W hoa, so that was how being thoroughly fucked felt. Who knew sex could be this life-shattering?

Travis and I had great sex. Fun sex. But we were young and lacked experience. Nothing compared to what Carter and I did together. What we shared was out of this world. It left my body sore in all the right places, making it impossible to forget his cock, and his mouth, cherishing and ravaging every inch of me. In the best possible way. It was like Carter knew exactly what my body craved. He fucked me hard and soft, deep and slow, igniting my flesh with every touch.

I woke up, hungry and confused.

My heart leaped in my throat.

What did I get myself into? Carter Hills. The country music god. I cupped my chest, holding a sheet around my naked self. My eyes lingered on the sleepy silhouette of the man who rocked my world, not once, but twice, asleep beside me. He looked at peace. The worry lines on his forehead had vanished. I fought the urge to kiss him and slide my body between his arms. If I did, he would wake up, and he needed the sleep. I could see it with one glance his way. Carter looked like he’d traveled to hell and come back. My fingers itched to trace his jawline.

Rolling to my side, I escaped from his large hand hooked on my waist. Carter wiggled in his sleep—I held my breath—muttered a few inaudible words, and buried his head in the pillow. I watched him, praying he wouldn’t wake up. I needed some time alone. Pivoting on my heels, I picked up my clothes scattered everywhere—my bra hung from the lamp on the bedside table, classy—and tiptoed downstairs to my room butt-naked. Flutters danced in my lower belly as I replayed the afternoon in my head. I trailed my hand down from my neck to my navel as heat pooled in my cheeks. A storm raged inside me. Would sex ruin our friendship? Not wanting to overthink everything, I immersed myself in a hot bubble bath with a few drops of lavender essential oil and shut my eyes.