Dirty Looks (Dirt Track Dogs: The Second Lap Book 1) (14 page)

Like her mouth on his cock was something he’d be opposed to.

She took him in her hand and he surged upward. Fuck, her touch was fire, scalding him. But when her lips wrapped around the tip and sucked, he barked out loud, “Fuck.”

Easing back, she grinned up at him, and his heart keeled over dead. That smile. Forever his kryptonite.

As she took him into her mouth again, he cradled her head, his hand trembling. Shit. If she kept this up, he’d never get a chance to show her his heart. She was ruining it so sweetly.

“Lex,” he gasped. “Baby.”

“Mm hm?” The vibration threatened to send him over the edge, so he gripped her jaw to stop her.

“Enough, baby girl. Need inside you.”

She nodded, sliding up his body, but he flipped her so she was underneath him again, burying his face in her neck and breathing to calm down.

He had to slow this down. Breathe. Take his time with her body.

Her hips thrust up, causing her panty covered pussy to brush against his cock.

Yeah. Time to get real. They weren’t going to be able to take it slow this time. Luckily he had a lifetime to show her what he wanted to.

“You said you bite,” he grunted. “That part of your mating ritual?”

“No. We don’t have external marks. Only the bond locking in place, and the scenting.”

“Damn.” He wanted evidence. Wanted a mark. Wanted everyone to know they were taken. “We’ll get rings then,” he said.

“But I’ll probably still nip you,” she argued, hips thrusting again.

“And I’ll probably like
the fuck
out of it.”

Pulling back, he eyed those pink polka dot panties trying to determine the fastest way to get them off.

With a hard jerk, he ripped them, revealing her, swollen and wet and ready for him.

He swallowed hard, balling the torn fabric in his hands and setting it aside for later. Ripped or not, they were still going in his pillow case.

Positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance, he knelt over her, finding her gaze so he could watch as he pressed in. Slow, so she could get used to him.

“Yes,” she hitched, and he kissed it away.

When he was buried to the hilt and his fox’s claws were in his back, he grit his teeth against the urge to thrust.

Wait. Wait…

“Cowboy?” Her voice trembled with emotion.

“Mm hm?”

“I love—”

That word, from her lips, while he was lost inside her, it was too much. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Jerking his hips, he pulled out then plunged back in, stopping the rest of her sentence and replacing it with a moan. Again he thrust, and again, becoming lost in the drag and pull of her body on his.

His eyes never left hers, communicating the best he knew how.
I love you. I need you. You’re mine
.

My treasure.

All the past faded away as their bodies tensed, climbing closer to the peak. There was only this moment and the ones they’d share in the future. This moment and every moment forward.

Lexington groaned his name as he pounded into her, their faces close enough they were sharing breath. He could practically taste her orgasm on the air. So close.

“Coming,” she gasped, tensing beneath him before fluttering apart.

Her body gripped him tight and he roared his own release, tossing his head back as pleasure shook him to the core. Lexington buried her head in the crook of his neck while he continued to rock against her, barely feeling the brush of her lips and the sharp nip of her little teeth.

Eventually, he slowed, collapsing to his elbows to catch his breath before dropping soft kisses to any parcel of skin he could reach with his mouth. Her hands eased up his back, soft and sweet. A delicious contrast to the razor claws he’d tasted earlier.

“Did you feel it?” he asked, struggling to get his bearings.

Lexington stiffened, just before a laugh burst from her throat. As beautiful as it sounded, her reaction had him pulling back to see what was so funny.

“I definitely felt it,” she pushed out with another snicker. “It’s big, cowboy. And you know how to work it. It’s a solid fourteen on Sally’s Dick-ter scale.”

Wasn’t ten the highest measurement for earthquakes?

Aaron shook his head, nipping her lower lip for ruining his moment.

“I wasn’t asking about my cock, you crazy sexy thing.”

Her smile didn’t fade, but her brow creased in confusion. “What then?”

“I was asking if you felt… if you felt what I was trying to tell you.”

Her expression turned serious, her smile becoming intimate. “Yes. Our bond is strong. I know exactly what you were saying.”

He kissed her hard on the lips. “Good. Because it’s important that you remember it.”

“I have a feeling you won’t let me forget.”

Rolling to the side, he pulled her into the crook of his arm.

“Damn straight.”

Lexington tangled her legs with his, resting her head on his chest. The bond between them was rock solid, relaying her contentment. He’d done it. Claimed his fox, secured their bond, made her safe. And to top it all off, she was warm and happy in his arms in the home they would share.

On the floor, but he wasn’t complaining.

“We should find a bed. Soon,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

“Mmm. But we haven’t tested out all the other surfaces yet.”

“Oh, we’ll get to them, baby. But I can’t have something so precious sleeping on the hardwood.”

She nuzzled her cheek tighter against his chest. “Precious, huh?” she whispered softly. “Like a treasure?”

Aaron nodded, not sure if she could feel it. “I knew I’d found something special when you told me you were considering getting a fox tail tattooed on your back.”

“It was a good idea,” she said defensively, and he agreed. “But I think I changed my mind. I’d rather have a name.”

Aaron dragged his fingers down the length of her hair. “As long as it’s mine, because that shit is forever.”

She peeked up at him, grinning. “Just like us. And I think
Aaron
tattooed above my ass is perfect.”

“I’ll get a matching
Lexington
right above my dick so we’ll match.”

“We’re incredibly romantic, aren’t we?”

“Storybook, baby.”

And it was true. Their love came by a map, not a fairytale. A trail of tears and sorrow that led to something that would outlast the sun.

Dirty deeds, dirty secrets, dirty looks and all.

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