unfisted the hand at Lauren’s nape, gripped the base of her skull, and used his thumb to tip her head. “You like him?” he asked.
She peered at him, hot desire in her eyes and a delighted little smile on her face, and nodded.
“Want to fuck him?”
Maybe Sean heard him, maybe he didn’t. Either way his hands worked over Lauren’s breasts, fingers stroking her nipples. A shudder rippled through Lauren.
She nodded again, then lifted her mouth to his ear. “And you.”
Sean’s gaze met his over the top of Lauren’s head.
“Let’s go,” Ty said.
Chapter Nine
They’d all driven separately and met at No Limits. When they left Ty walked not to his truck but to her car with her while Sean headed for a gleaming Mustang. One member of the bar’s security staff, a sharp-eyed, off-duty Galveston cop, threw them a quick, assessing glance, a visual sobriety check honed by years of experience, then watched Sean’s car pull in behind hers before returning to a conversation with a group of women waiting behind the velvet rope.
“What about your truck?” she asked Ty as he slid into the passenger seat of her car.
“I’ll get it later.”
The drive to her house took only fifteen minutes on nearly empty streets, the lights from Sean’s car steady in her rearview mirror. Time should have tempered the lust-saturated mood. But when Ty worked his palm under her skirt, then wriggled an index finger under her thong to gently stroke her clit, Lauren swallowed hard.
“I can’t focus when you do that,” she said.
One corner of his mouth lifted briefly, accenting the deep grooves carved into his face. “I’m in charge, right?”
A moment’s consideration was all she needed. She trusted Ty, felt the feedback loop humming between them strengthen with every action, every word spoken or unspoken. She didn’t need to tell him that condoms were mandatory and if she said stop, it stopped. “Yes.”
She pulled into her garage and killed the engine. He wasn’t smiling, his gaze dark and heated with a purely masculine admiration. His damp hair grazed his cheekbones, and the faint scent of sweat rose with the heat simmering off his big body.
She had no idea what was coming. She’d assessed risks and rewards, wondered what it would be like, fantasized about it. But reality was here, in the form of not one but two Marines, and the one sitting in her car, radiating sex and masculinity, didn’t seem to be playing at all. Without hesitation he’d accepted the role as the man in charge, reinforcing Lauren’s growing confidence that he was falling back on his core character.
Sean’s car pulled into the driveway, and the engine shut off. Lauren opened her door and slid out, then crossed the garage to the door leading into her kitchen. She cut Sean a glance. He moved with an easy grace as he got out of his car and braced either arm on the car’s roof and driver’s door, and a hot little flutter flared low in her belly.
Sexual attraction, however potent, didn’t outweigh common sense. “Up to date on your physicals, Sean?” she asked, clear and calm.
He met her gaze without blinking. “Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Anything I need to know about before we go any further?”
“No, ma’am.”
Honor and integrity radiated from the other man, confirming Lauren’s belief that Ty’s personnel skills were wasted on the rigs.She looked at Ty and nodded. One corner of his beautiful mouth curled up in amused respect. “Go inside, get your dog settled.”
Gretchen greeted her at the door, tail whipping back and forth, paw lifted in anticipation. Lauren let her out the sliding doors into the yard, kept a close eye on her as she sniffed bushes and explored the vegetable garden for rabbits. Sean wasn’t here to round up her escape artist dog. When she bounded up to the door, Lauren coaxed her into the laundry room, gave her a treat, and closed the door on the bewildered brown eyes.
Just outside the door to the garage Ty
She peered at him, hot desire in her eyes and a delighted little smile on her face, and nodded.
“Want to fuck him?”
Maybe Sean heard him, maybe he didn’t. Either way his hands worked over Lauren’s breasts, fingers stroking her nipples. A shudder rippled through Lauren.
She nodded again, then lifted her mouth to his ear. “And you.”
Sean’s gaze met his over the top of Lauren’s head.
“Let’s go,” Ty said.
Chapter Nine
They’d all driven separately and met at No Limits. When they left Ty walked not to his truck but to her car with her while Sean headed for a gleaming Mustang. One member of the bar’s security staff, a sharp-eyed, off-duty Galveston cop, threw them a quick, assessing glance, a visual sobriety check honed by years of experience, then watched Sean’s car pull in behind hers before returning to a conversation with a group of women waiting behind the velvet rope.
“What about your truck?” she asked Ty as he slid into the passenger seat of her car.
“I’ll get it later.”
The drive to her house took only fifteen minutes on nearly empty streets, the lights from Sean’s car steady in her rearview mirror. Time should have tempered the lust-saturated mood. But when Ty worked his palm under her skirt, then wriggled an index finger under her thong to gently stroke her clit, Lauren swallowed hard.
“I can’t focus when you do that,” she said.
One corner of his mouth lifted briefly, accenting the deep grooves carved into his face. “I’m in charge, right?”
A moment’s consideration was all she needed. She trusted Ty, felt the feedback loop humming between them strengthen with every action, every word spoken or unspoken. She didn’t need to tell him that condoms were mandatory and if she said stop, it stopped. “Yes.”
She pulled into her garage and killed the engine. He wasn’t smiling, his gaze dark and heated with a purely masculine admiration. His damp hair grazed his cheekbones, and the faint scent of sweat rose with the heat simmering off his big body.
She had no idea what was coming. She’d assessed risks and rewards, wondered what it would be like, fantasized about it. But reality was here, in the form of not one but two Marines, and the one sitting in her car, radiating sex and masculinity, didn’t seem to be playing at all. Without hesitation he’d accepted the role as the man in charge, reinforcing Lauren’s growing confidence that he was falling back on his core character.
Sean’s car pulled into the driveway, and the engine shut off. Lauren opened her door and slid out, then crossed the garage to the door leading into her kitchen. She cut Sean a glance. He moved with an easy grace as he got out of his car and braced either arm on the car’s roof and driver’s door, and a hot little flutter flared low in her belly.
Sexual attraction, however potent, didn’t outweigh common sense. “Up to date on your physicals, Sean?” she asked, clear and calm.
He met her gaze without blinking. “Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Anything I need to know about before we go any further?”
“No, ma’am.”
Honor and integrity radiated from the other man, confirming Lauren’s belief that Ty’s personnel skills were wasted on the rigs.She looked at Ty and nodded. One corner of his beautiful mouth curled up in amused respect. “Go inside, get your dog settled.”
Gretchen greeted her at the door, tail whipping back and forth, paw lifted in anticipation. Lauren let her out the sliding doors into the yard, kept a close eye on her as she sniffed bushes and explored the vegetable garden for rabbits. Sean wasn’t here to round up her escape artist dog. When she bounded up to the door, Lauren coaxed her into the laundry room, gave her a treat, and closed the door on the bewildered brown eyes.
Just outside the door to the garage Ty
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