Hang Tough(46)

“You’re so fucking sexy you make me crazy,” he gritted out between openmouthed kisses. He lowered her body slightly, aligning the rigid length of his shaft with the notch between her legs.

By the second grinding thrust, he heard “yes, yes, yes” even through the whoosh of white noise in his ears.

Tobin blinked the sweat from his eyes as he flexed his pelvis, his mouth frantic to taste her. To feel her pulse thrumming against his lips in the same fast rhythm as his heart. To yank up her shirt and gorge on the smooth flesh of her chest, feeling her nipples pebble beneath his stroking tongue.

Every time his voice rumbled nonsensical words of need or he whispered words of worship across her damp skin, she trembled and moaned and writhed against him.

Fuck. He wanted—needed—her to come apart in his arms like this. Fully clothed, with nothing but his mouth on her skin and his voice in her ear.

“Jade,” he rasped against her throat. “Spread your knees and press up against me.”

She gasped when he started to move side to side.

Tobin fastened his mouth to hers, swallowing her groans when he randomly pinched her nipples, keeping her on edge as he alternated sides and the amount of pressure.

He kept kissing her in what had become the hottest kiss of his life. Their mouths open, their tongues searching, their breath shared in short damp bursts. Grinding his cock into her, creating friction exactly where she needed it.

Her body began to shake.

That’s it. Give it to me.

When the orgasm hit, Tobin pressed her body so tightly against his that he felt the contractions of her pussy—through her clothes and his—as she came undone.

With his mouth on hers and that continual rocking motion, he didn’t stand a chance of not following along right behind her.

“Fuck.” His head fell back when he started to come, each jerk of his cock a hot burst of pleasure despite the pinching sensation in his balls. He had to slam his hand against the wall to keep himself upright.

Jade’s teeth scraped up and down the cord in his neck as he rode out his climax.

He was so damn dizzy . . . and sticky. It’d been a long time since he’d dry humped his way into going off in his jeans, but fuck if it wasn’t better than anything he’d had in years.

Their mouths met in a slow kiss, a sweet aftermath of tenderness that left him just as breathless as the driving passion that had ignited between them.

Jade spoke first. “What now?”

“Definitely want more of that.” He nipped her bottom lip. “Next time with fewer clothes on.”

She nuzzled his ear. “That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had with or without clothes.”

Tobin groaned. “Jesus. Don’t tell me shit like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll haul your sexy ass upstairs, we won’t leave my bed for two days and Miz G will definitely get suspicious.”

She giggled.

He loved that sound. He kissed her again and lowered her down until her feet touched the floor. “I’ve gotta change clothes.”

“If you’re going to shower I’ll wash your back.”

“Tempting offer. But I’ll just take a whore’s bath for now because I have to go back to the Split Rock.”

Her eyes widened. “What did you say?”

Tobin laughed. “A whore’s bath—same thing as a sponge bath.”

“I don’t want to know why it’s called that.” She placed her hands on his cheeks. “Are you going to the Split Rock because of losing the Albuquerque job?”

“Yeah. Renner’s been great. I hate that I’ve been so damn wishy-washy. I gave my notice and a date I planned to be gone only to change it. Twice. Now I have to tell him the interview fell through and I’ll still be around for a while.”

Jade looked at him like he should define “a while” but he couldn’t when he didn’t have a clue what might happen next.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll see you later.”



Tobin hadn’t actually intended on talking to Renner. He knew no one would be in the offices so he could brood alone.

He scrolled through the spreadsheet on his computer and counted up the places he’d applied to that he hadn’t heard back from yet.

Six.

But he’d already known that since he’d been gifted—some days he considered it a curse—with a photographic memory. It wasn’t something he talked about. People tended to treat him like a freak or expect him to prove it.

His buddy Ike strolled in a little after seven.

“Well, if it ain’t my former pool-playin’ partner and drinking buddy.” Ike spun the chair around in front of the desk and straddled it. “I was out checking the bulls and I saw your truck so I thought I’d stop in.” He cocked his head. “Why are you here? I thought you were headed to Albuquerque for an interview.”