Dalton’s palms moved up her hips. Wearing the depraved grin that made her belly swoop, Dalton unhooked the first two hooks on the bustier before he tugged it down. Then her br**sts were free, bouncing with abandon. “Fuck that’s hot.” He watched with a gleam in his eye, bottoming out on every thrust to make the flesh shake.
“I love the way you f**k me.”
“And what way is that?”
“However you want.”
Keeping his eyes on hers, Dalton bent forward and licked her nipple. Just one lash of his wet tongue. “Brace your hands above your head on the rail.”
As soon as she did, his hand slid between her legs and he traced her slit from where his c**k filled her to the fleshy folds of her pu**y lips. He bit down on her nipple—the shock of pain immediately gave way to pleasure as the heat and wetness of his mouth surrounded the rock hard tip. He lifted his head, dark hair falling across his forehead in that untamed manner and his teeth hovered over her nipple. But the same time he bit down, he pinched her clit.
Rory gasped as the orgasm came out of nowhere. Her clit throbbed beneath his pinching fingers; his sucking mouth was firmly latched onto her nipple as he f**ked her into that white void of bliss.
Soft kisses on the upper swells of her br**sts brought her back to reality.
“Need you from behind.” He pulled out and rolled her over, yanking her body down the table. Her hips were against the outside edge and the tips of her shoes could almost touch the floor. Almost. In this position Rory was completely at Dalton’s mercy.
Good thing she didn’t need to use any brain cells; hers were still buzzing from that outstanding orgasm.
Dalton lifted her ass cheeks and shoved back into her pu**y. His hands pushed against her butt to keep her hips from slamming into the edge as he hammered into her.
“So f**king perfect how this hot cunt grips me. It owns me.”
Rory squeezed his c**k on his next pass and he yelled, “Fuck.”
His fingertips tightened on her flesh a split second before he released a long shuddering groan as he came.
And came.
Dalton’s legs shook. So did his voice. “So f**king… Jesus. I can’t even come up with a word to describe that.”
Then his hand was in her hair, cranking her head so he could destroy her with a searing kiss that managed to be sexy as shit and sweet as honey. When he finally released her mouth, she sighed again.
He lightly rubbed his lips back and forth across the shell of her ear. “You rocked my universe this time, jungle girl.”
“I’m feeling a little spun out of orbit myself.”
Then in typical Dalton fashion, he tended to her. Gently lowering her to her feet. Straightening her thong and tugging her skirt back into place. Kissing her with an erotic tease as he adjusted her bustier and buttoned her blouse.
Clasping her hand in his, he headed for the elevator, but she pulled him back.
“What?”
“Does your key card work for the stairs? Because I don’t wanna parade through the lobby with sex hair.”
Dalton kissed her forehead. “Of course. Let’s go back to the room. But first…” He pushed her against the door to the stairs and planted a kiss on the side of her neck. “Thank you for tonight, Aurora. It’s been one of the best nights of my life.”
He’d rocked her to the core. But she also feared it wasn’t her specifically who’d starred in his f**king-on-a-poker-table fantasy—she was just the woman who’d helped him fulfill it. So to keep things between them light and sexy, she cooed, “Of course it’s one of the best nights of your life. You won a shit ton of cash, ate a fancy meal for free and got your rocks off.”
His entire body stiffened at her flip response.
But Rory refused to feel guilty for reminding him—and herself—that this was all fun and games.
Chapter Nineteen
In years past, Dalton had arrived at McKay family poker games with Tell. Then after they’d lost—always on purpose—they’d hit a bar, or a party, or a strip club.
Trucks lined the driveway. It appeared he was the last to arrive. Stupid to have a bout of nerves. He’d known these people all his life.
Ben answered the door before Dalton could knock. “Hey, come in. You’re just in time—we’re drawing names.” He held out a cowboy hat. “Pick a slip of paper.”
“For what?”
“Which table you start at. There’s too many of us so we’re setting up two tables. Top three winners from each table will get to the final round. Now that you’re here and there are thirteen of us…” Ben frowned. “That don’t divide evenly.”
Once again Dalton felt like the odd man out. Last to arrive, last one picked for the team, the one everyone else had to move to make room for.
Ben clapped him on the back and looked at the number on the paper. “No matter, we’ll go seven and six.”
With the exception of Ben and Keely, Dalton hadn’t seen any of his McKay cousins since he’d returned. They all seemed friendly enough, but it wasn’t like it used to be. Maybe because you’re not who you used to be. He declined a beer from Quinn, who played bartender, and opted for soda.
Keely sidled up to him for a hug. “You’re keeping yourself mighty scarce, Dalton.”
“I’ve got some stuff goin’ on.”
“Like Rory? Family gossip says you’re seeing her all official and like.”
“How in the hell do you have time to keep tabs on me when you’ve got four kids?”
“No clue. Some days are a blur. JJ and Liam have hit the terrible twos and are absolute hellions. Hellions,” she repeated. “Luckily Piper loves to tattle so I hear everything those boys try when I don’t have my eye on them.”
“What goes around, comes around, little sis,” Colt said.
“I was never that bad. Even Mom says so.” She smirked. “But it oughta be fun hearing how Jack’s afternoon went, since he’s taking all the kids to grocery store today. Even I’m not brave enough to do that.”
“That’s why it’s great to have a built-in babysitter,” Cord said. “Although Kyler don’t appreciate havin’ to stay home and watch his little brothers and sister when he’d rather be out tearin’ around.” Cord crossed his arms over his chest. “Find it odd he volunteered to help you when he’s got plenty of chores to do at home.”
“Kyler is a good kid. I’m glad to have his help. He mentioned you and AJ had another boy. Belated congrats. How old is he now?”