Kiss My Boots (Coming Home #2)

They agree, and we disconnect without any more fanfare. I can talk to them about Mama when I get back, but I wasn’t kidding when I said that right now, I would rather decompress with my man and not my brothers.

I toss the phone onto the couch and walk toward Tate. He drops the room-service menu he was reading before I’ve even taken a few steps and uncrosses his legs, giving me silent confirmation that he knows what I’m after.

“You want somethin’, Grease?” he asks with a knowing smirk as I start to climb onto the bed.

From my position, legs spread, with my knees digging into the mattress, hands on either side of his hips and my face directly above his crotch—I give him a sly smile and arch one brow without speaking. He laughs deeply, his chest rumbling with a titillating sound that shoots through my body in one delicious wave.

“Pretty sure you know what I want,” I answer in a hushed tone.

“That so?”

He leans farther back into the pillows and lifts his arms to rest his hands behind his head. I feel his legs shift, the top of his knee whispering against the material covering my crotch.

“You did that on purpose,” I accuse with a shiver of awareness.

His brow quirks. “Did what?”

I narrow my eyes. Well, if that’s how he wants to play it.

Leaning back, I sit my ass on his legs and reach forward to his belt. Some of the cocky arrogance falls from his face when he sees my intention. He might think he can’t make me drunk off the need I feel for him—which probably isn’t too far off the mark—but after today, I feel like I could take on the world and win . . . starting with Tate Montgomery. He won’t gain the upper hand in the bedroom this evening.

The sound of his belt releasing echoes around the room. I give a tug, indicating for him to lift without words and the second his ass is off the bed I give the belt a yank, pulling it from the loops on his jeans. It hits the floor, the sound a loud thwack! in the silence, and I jump, so completely lost in him that I can’t focus on my task, my fumbling hands undoing the fastenings on his pants. The whole time, my eyes don’t leave his, so I’m rewarded with witnessing the color of his arousal as it heats his cheeks. I tap his hips at the sides and he lifts again, giving me enough room to pull his jeans down far enough that I can get to what I want with nothing hindering me.

I place my palm on top of his erection as I roll my body forward, the heat from him radiating through his black briefs as I lean over him, stroking him. When my face gets level to his, I turn before giving his lips the kiss they’re after and press my lips against his chin. I pepper kisses slowly, along his jaw, to the spot under his ear that drives him insane. Then I lean back slightly to take his earlobe between my lips, giving him a nip with my teeth.

He grunts, and then an animalistic vibration shoots from his mouth in a low rumble, making me throb between my legs. I suck in a harsh breath as I shift my body back down, my jeans rubbing against me again, the pull of air carrying a strong scent of his cologne. They work together to create a dizzying feeling that rushes through all my senses. My head spins as I feel instantly drunk off him.

No longer able to wait, I reach into the gap in his briefs and pull out his long, thick erection. He hisses, and as much as I would love to see his face, I’m a girl on a mission. The wet drop of his arousal beading at the tip of his cock calls to me, the pull so strong that I moan before opening my mouth, bending over, and enveloping him in my mouth.

I feel him move until his abs are touching the top of my head, and out of the corner of my eyes I see him fisting the comforter on both sides of his body. In my head, I picture his face contorted in pleasure as he hunches over me, overcome by the feelings my mouth on his cock brings forth. As much as I love seeing his expression when he’s this close to losing control, I’m not stopping now. My cheeks pull inward as I suck even harder, the sound of my suction vibrating through the gap on the side of my mouth where the air pulls through against his cock. My mouth waters when I feel a tiny burst of his come escape. Somehow, he still holds himself back, but that small taste is all it takes for me to become mad with need.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he hisses when my hand reaches down between us and rolls his balls gently, the cotton of his briefs holding the hot skin from my touch, but not hindering the pleasure I know he feels from this.

I could spend hours moving my mouth on his steely length, but I know he’s close to snapping when he releases his fists holding the bedding and gathers my loose hair into a ponytail before he starts feeding me his cock—his hold on my hair moving me down while his hips lift up off the mattress—taking control over how much and how fast I suck him. I breathe through my nose and relax the back of my throat the best I can, taking him so deep I gag on him.

That sound, me gagging on his huge cock, seems to be enough to make the hold he has over his control shatter. I squeal when suddenly, his cock isn’t in my mouth anymore and I’m the one lying against the mattress with him now kneeling between my spread legs. His chest is heaving, his wet cock pressed against his cotton-covered stomach looking almost painfully hard. No words are spoken between us as he lifts both my legs at the same time, his hands on my ankles, and puts each against one of his thick shoulders. His hands go to my waist to undo the denim, his deft fingers moving quickly; then he hooks his hands in the waistband and yanks my jeans and panties down. He drags the material upward until it’s bunched at the ankles resting against his shoulders, then pauses.

What I see in his face is nothing short of pure payback. My eyes widen at the same time one of his arms wraps around my bound legs—holding it even more captive than my jeans and panties are—before he bends slightly and reaches down. The dark glint of desire flaming brighter in his eyes is the only warning I get before he’s filling me instantly with two thick fingers, the knuckles pressing against the wet entrance when he’s gotten them as deep as possible.

“Tate!” My head thrashes back and forth, the pleasure mixing with the slight pain of him stretching me overwhelming my senses.

“You like teasin’ me, darlin’?” he questions, pulling his fingers out before thrusting them deep and holding them there again. “Answer me.”

I nod. “Love it.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, I whimper when he twists his wrist and hooks his fingers in a come-hither motion. I swear, my eyes cross in that moment, him touching something deep inside of me that makes my heart start pounding violently in my chest.