Rebel (Renegades #2)(46)
Author: Skye Jordan

“Oh hell,” Wes stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep himself from reaching for her. “I hope so.”

“Since I came to get my hands on that rig,” she said, sliding her gaze down his body and pausing on the crotch of his jeans. “Let’s get down to the details. Where shall we take—I mean…where is that sexy monster?”

Wes glanced toward the Renegades trailer, then back to Rubi, angst fighting excitement for space in his chest. “I can’t tell which mode we’re in—friends or sex.”

She linked her arm with his and leaned close. “Someone told me recently that it’s not an either-or situation. That we could have both. Now…I don’t know about that, but I’m…interested in looking into it a little more. So what do you say, you lead me to your rig, and we can figure it out from there?”

“Um…yes?” Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “Walk ahead of me to the trailer, and my personal rig will be fully engaged by the time we reach the door.”

Rubi released his arm and made a slow turn on her heels, much like those he’d seen her make when modeling one of Lexi’s dresses in the studio. She cast one of those sizzling come-and-get-it looks over her shoulder. “It already appears fully engaged. But if a rear view helps…”

She sauntered toward the trailer, the smooth length of her thighs making saliva pool in his mouth, the sway of her ass making him think of all kinds of other ways he’d like it swaying for him.

She turned her head, her lashes downcast, reminding Wes of the way she’d looked at him that night at Stilettos. “Is this working for you, Mr. Lawson?”

“Definitely.” They reached the steps, and Wes jumped a few to meet her at the top. He pressed his hand to the door before she could open it and bent his head to her ear. “But…bent over, feet spread would be even better.”

She turned her head, met his eyes. “I’ve discovered there’s nothing sexier than a sweet country boy turned naughty.”

She leaned in, eyes open, and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. Fire engulfed his belly, his hips, his thighs. His c**k jerked hard against his jeans. Before he could respond, Rubi turned the knob, and the door opened in. Without the support, Wes fell forward, catching himself with a hand on the doorframe. When he looked up, Rubi faced him, one hand on the door, the other on her cocked hip, the line of her body lazy and sexy and filling the doorway.

“Get your sweet rig in here. I have work to do.”

Wes straightened and stepped through the door. He cast a glance toward Rachel’s desk and found her gone. The rest of the trailer was empty as well.

Thank God.

He rested his hands at his hips and turned to face Rubi just as she pressed her finger to the doorknob, locking it.

Wes lifted his hands in a stop gesture. “Ms. Russo,” he teased, darting a glance toward the desk in the corner. “The rig in question is over there.”

She stepped toward him and took fistfuls of his T-shirt, using them to swing him around and push him against the door. A shocked grunt exited his chest, a hot thrill taking its place. Rubi slid her hands down his chest as she lowered to her knees, a familiar move, but one that took on a whole different meaning without that contraption within reach.

“There’s some work I need to do with this exceptional rig before I take a look at the other.”

Her fingers worked smoothly, quickly on his button and zipper. Her small hands easily moved fabric aside to free his erection. Wes sucked in a breath of shocked pleasure at her touch. Electric jolts shorted out his brain and sang through his groin. His knees loosened, and he grabbed the door handle to hold himself up.

“Fuck… Rubi…”

“Yes. With my mouth. Now.” She gazed up at him and slowly licked the tip of his cock. The warm, wet, smooth streak shot another dose of pleasure into his blood. His c**k twitched in her hands, making her grin. Her tongue darted out again. Wes’s fingers went white on the handle. Every muscle in his body tightened. All his blood rushed south. She tipped her head as her hands continued to stroke. “If, that is, you’re ready to let me focus all my attention on your personal rig, like Jax suggested.”

No witty reply came to him. His brain was swamped with the sight of her on her knees, his rigid c**k held reverently in her hands, her striking eyes gazing up at him with lust.

“I’ve been starving for the taste of you.” Her expression slid into something intense, her voice deep and needy. “I’ve needed to feel you all morning.” She circled the ridge of his erection with a fingertip, tantalizing him to the edge of ecstasy. “Didn’t you say this was one of my benefits?”

His dry mouth managed a, “Yes.”

Her attention lowered to his c**k again. “I’m so f**king hungry for you.”

And she closed her lips over his head.

Soft, wet heat surrounded the sensitive tip, and his c**k surged with fire. Her eyes slid closed on a delicious hum. His knees gave again and he gripped the top of a bookshelf with his free hand. Completely against his will, his eyes closed and his head dropped back. A growl rolled from his throat, releasing a sliver of pent-up lust.

He forced his eyes open, his head down. He didn’t want to miss a second of this. Not only was it a white-hot sight that thickened his , one he’d never forget, but extra thrilling because Rubi had initiated it all. This was so much more than he’d expected and he heart expanded with hope and affection, which made the physical pleasure even more intense.

His gaze cleared just as Rubi slid his length deep into her mouth. And, Christ, the sight was so perfectly erotic, so wickedly naughty, so dangerously titillating, Wes’s chest constricted with explosive desire. He pushed his hips forward, needing to be fully sheathed. The head of his c**k touched her throat as he’d known it would. He was too long. Too thick. There had always been too much of him for any woman to fully take into her mouth.

He needed to pump, to thrust. He needed friction to cut this sudden, nasty craving, but he didn’t need to scare her off, so he eased his hips back for a slow slide out. Rubi groaned in complaint, and her mouth clamped down, sucking hard.

His teeth clenched against the burst of pleasure shooting through his c**k and sinking deep into his balls. “Ah, f**k, yeah.”

Her hands fisted in his jeans, pulling his hips toward her as she eased forward. The result was a mind-bending slide of her mouth nearly to his base and he groaned through grinding teeth.