Give Me Grace (Give Me #3) - Kate McCarthy Page 0,1
repeated. Grabbing her hips in a grip that would no doubt bruise, I thrust up and into her body, and I hated myself for it. She cried out, and I couldn’t help the growl of pleasure when she clenched around me, squeezing me. “Because I like a girl who knows what she wants and goes for it.”
At least that was the truth. She saw me at the bar, she wanted me, and she went for it.
Morgan’s head lolled backwards and she moaned. Assuming I’d supplied a satisfactory answer to her ill-timed question, I rolled her over and ground my hips into her body.
“Harder,” she ordered.
I’d barely got my cock inside her and already she wanted to go balls to the wall? Give a guy a chance to find his rhythm for fuck’s sake.
“Bossy bitch,” I muttered and pulling out to the tip, I thrust in again—hard.
“Oh yes,” she breathed. Her hands slid over my shoulders and down my back. I felt the sharp sting of fingernails scratching over my ass cheeks as she grabbed at me.
“You draw blood and I’ll spank you so fucking hard you’ll see stars,” I warned.
Her eyes lit up and her nails dug in harder. Jesus, this bitch liked it rough. I would’ve tied her up if I’d known, save getting my skin shredded.
My phone rang.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I snarled, hearing the work ringtone on my first day off in three weeks.
The noisy, persistent shrill overtook the harsh sound of heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping on skin as I rammed myself inside her, just how she said she wanted it.
“Don’t answer it,” she panted.
I thrust in once more. Damn it. I was so close. “It’s work.”
Reaching for the phone, I hit answer and put it to my ear. “Casey,” I barked irritably.
Maybe I could get Morgan off before I wrapped up the call. I pumped my hips in short, sharp bursts and she cried out beneath me. I put a finger to my lips, silently shushing her as Travis replied in my ear, “Casey. You’re up.”
I bit back a groan as Morgan came, her walls contracting around my cock. “Yeah, I am. In more ways than one.”
“Thanks for the visual. We’ve been called out on a job. Shake a leg.” His voice might’ve been muffled, but the urgent tone came through loud and clear. “I’ll message the location.”
Shit. Well at least one of us managed to get off.
“On my way,” I replied and hung up.
I pulled out with a regretful growl and a cock still hard and aching for release. Ignoring it for now, I moved off the bed. Morgan rolled to her side, her lips forming a pout as she watched me peel the condom off. In a hurry, I tossed it on the floor with a grimace and grabbed a pair of jeans off the corner chair.
“Sorry, Morgan.” I tugged them over my legs and yanked up the zipper. Half dressed, I leaned over the bed and slapped her on the rump. “Up you get.”
“Nice,” I heard her mutter. A bit louder, she said, “You want to try this again later?”
“Sure,” I replied casually, my tone suggesting there was no way I wanted to try this with her again ever. Even if I wanted to, I had a barbecue to go to tomorrow at a friend’s house and security detail for the well-known band Jamieson later that night.
The file, idiot!
I swiped a hand across my face. Feeling like a two-bit whore, I turned and tossed my phone at her while she was scooting off the bed. “Put your number in there. I’ll call you when I wrap this shit up, okay?”
She grinned, her look victorious. I turned my back on it. Reaching for a shirt, I yanked it down my chest while she tapped in her contact details. Wallet, keys, and phone all went in my pockets while she was still at the stage of putting on her bra. I vaguely remember thinking her underwear sexy last night, but in the cold light of day, the tiny scraps of red lace did nothing.
Leaning in, I brushed a quick kiss to her cheek. “I have to go. Let yourself out?”
An hour later and I was crouched behind a large rock alongside Travis—both of us locked in position so our cover wouldn’t be blown. My shirt was damp with sweat and I was itching to peel it off and feel a cool breeze on my skin.