Page 96 of Endgame
I adjusted my weight onto one elbow then and the friction of our bodies caused me to growl and Six to whimper. The soft moan that came from her throat was almost too much for me.
I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting for this. Looking forward to this.To her.
Unable to stop myself, I leaned into her neck and kissed the skin covering her fluttering pulse, inhaling a deep breath through my nose in the process. Fuck, even her scent was perfect. She smelled like coconut lotion and the ocean, and…Six.Jesus.
Clenching my eyes shut, I fought back a shiver and swiped my tongue across the bare skin of her neck. Tasted perfect, too.
“Rourke,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my body. “Mmmm, god…Rourke,” she repeated, her words a breathy moan.
“What, Six?” I whispered, latching onto her neck with my lips. Suckling on her skin, I rocked against her and used my free hand to hitch one of her thighs up. “What do you need, baby?”
“More,” she pleaded, thrusting her tiny little body against mine. “Please.” Her voice was laced with aching longing. “I need...more.”
I knew exactly what she needed and I sure as hell planned on giving it to her many times over. I wondered if she was a screamer? How she’d sound when I finally buried myself inside her? How she wouldfeel…
My thoughts caused my hunger for Six to grow and soon enough, I was frantic with my lips on hers and my hands under her shirt.
Her lips were soft and plump and melded perfectly to mine. She held me tightly against, her, small arms caged around my neck, pulling my face down to hers.
Six was clinging to me like she was afraid I would pull away at any moment. She didn’t need to worry tonight; I had no intentions of leaving her again.
“Rourke, Dad’s on the phone. He wants to talk to… I knew it!” The sound of my sister’s voice caused Six to freeze beneath me and me to groan in pure fucking frustration.
“Oh my god,” Six hissed, shoving against my chest. Reluctantly, I rolled off her and watched as she jumped off my bed and ran from my room, passing a grinning Amelia on her way.
“Nothing’s going on?” Amelia said in a mocking tone as she held her cell to her chest. “Sure thing, big brother.”
Flinging myself onto my stomach, feeling tortured, I grabbed a pillow and shoved my face into the fabric before groaning loudly.
God fucking dammit.
Mother fucking cock block…
“Um, Dad’s still on the line?” Amelia giggled and I reached behind me to flip her the bird.
“Sorry, Dad,” I heard her say, still giggling. Her voice grew softer, a clean sign she was retreating from my room. “Rourke’s having some…um, personal issues.”
Personal issues?
Oh, I was having personal issues alright; my balls had turned blue and were growing intimately acquainted with my stomach right about now.
I waited a few minutes, allowing my body time to simmer the hell down, before chasing after Six.
I knew the moment I knocked on her bedroom door that I was stepping over a line I wasn’t supposed to cross. But there was no going back for me. I was on fire for this girl and if she didn’t put me out of my misery soon, I had no doubt I would go up in flames.
Mercedes
I WAS LIVING PROOF that shame didn’t actually kill a person. If it did, I would have died on the spot last night. Amelia walking in on me and Rourke making out on his bed had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Never mind had to be; itwasthe most embarrassing moment of my life.
There was something very wrong with me.
Had I left all of my scruples and morals back in Kansas?
I must have.
Having come very close to falling into bed with Rourke last night, I was seriously beginning to question my sanity.
