Just when I was about to drive into Shy, she pressed a hand against my belly.
“On the table?”
“Yeah.” I hoarsely grunted, an animal-like sound. “In the kitchen.”
I hilted inside her in one deep stroke, squeezing my eyes closed at the all-consuming thrill of riding into her. “And I’m gonna fuck you against the wall too. Maybe later.”
Shy wrapped her hands around my neck, her tits banging against my chest with each hard pump of my cock.
Her voice got lower, but her shouts ranged out faster. Timed with every long withdrawal followed by an explosive, raw thrust inside.
I held onto her with an unyielding grip, gunning up into her from my feet, my balls slamming against her ass.
“Don’t worry, Shy.” I stopped long enough to crash my lips to hers in a tongue-tangling wild suck of a kiss. “I won’t let you fall.”
“It’s too late.” She met my next lunge with a hot sigh against my mouth. “I already have.”
My thrusts intensified with a loud grunt. “Then say it.”
“I love you!”
My cock pulsed with even more blood, and my starved heart almost broke free of my chest.
My immediate response was lost as a bolt of untamed heat pulsed right through my body, and I came with a hoarse harsh moan.
I bowed forward over Shy, almost losing my grip on reality when boiling hot seed jetted out of me.
And she arched into me, bearing down with her climax—one so mighty her nails bit into my back and her teeth lanced against my shoulder.
My stomach clenched over and over, come geysering from my cock. My back shivered. My thighs quaked. My ass flexed again and again.
I swallowed. Hard.
I remembered to draw a breath into my lungs.
I kissed the damp curls at Shy’s temple and my arms shook as I held her against me.
She shivered. Softly.
She moaned a sweet little sound, her breath pelting against my chest.
She kissed me on my torso as she drew her palms up and down my back.
Rocking into her one last time, I laughed quietly.
“Say it again?” I asked.
“I love you.”
I tilted her chin up, looking into her dazzling eyes. “I love you too, Shy.” I squeezed my arms around her, curling my hand into her hair. “Goddamn, but I am so in love with you, girl.”
****
Shy’s shop quickly became a roaring success. She’d been featured in the Charleston City Paper, gotten a full page spread in The Post and Courier’s local business section, and been invited to write an online editorial for the lowcountry’s chic chick magazine, Skirt.
Her mission—the promise to donate large chunks of her profit to MUSC Children’s Hospital—as well as her fashion instincts attributed to Passion for Fashion’s overnight acclaim.
The woman made me so damn proud it was hard to keep the friggin’ stars from my eyes whenever I thought about her.
And when I was with her? I was all over her the second I laid eyes on her.
In addition to the manager and accountant she’d hired before the opening, she brought in two sales assistants but had kept the store’s hours shorter than usual. Twelve to six Monday through Saturday, and closed every Sunday except for Second Sundays on King Street when the road was closed to all but pedestrian traffic.
The I love yous we shared that first night didn’t make me a sappy sucker—not much—but yeah. The way she made me feel opened up my eyes to a whole new future. One I’d never totally believed possible before.
Pipe dreams.
And not the kind toked out of a bowl filled with weed.
They were becoming a reality, and really fucking fast. That was all down to Shy’s organizational skills. The finer details began to come together for Retribrewtion, and we were on the hunt for a location.
Shy hadn’t just made her own success and compelled me to follow a path of my own, she’d also brought Maddy back into my life. My sister hadn’t been fucking around when she said she might be looking for a job move from head of distribution at Rush Distillery.
Maddy obviously knew the business inside and out, but taking her on as my second-in-charge could cause an even more permanent fracture with the family.
I had other shit to sort out before I started hiring folks. A couple weeks after making amends with Maddy, I checked my watch. I had a very important appointment to keep. Clocking off from Chrome and Steele, I straddled my gleaming black Harley—hoping the day would end with a little afternoon delight.
If I was lucky I could seduce Shy into a hot quickie. We still had to do that fucking in public thing that had gotten her so turned on.
I tried to tame my need, remembering we were meeting up at an old warehouse down near the huge docks on Longpoint Road to decide whether the premises were suitable for my brewery.