Shoot Out (The Baltimore Banners Book 7) Read Free Page A

Another dragon, more fairies and flowers. He met her gaze once more, the corners of his mouth curing in a grin. "There's definitely more wow available. If you're interested."
    Nicole laughed then moved so quickly that Mat barely had time to blink before finding himself flat on his back, his arms stretched above him as Nicole straddled his waist. She leaned forward, her full breasts pressed against his bare chest, and playfully nipped his bottom lip.
    "Oh, I'm definitely interested."
    Mat's grin faded with a small groan as she kissed her way down his chest. He gasped when she nipped one flat nipple, moaned when she teased it with her tongue. And then her hand closed around his cock, stroking, and he forgot to think, forgot about everything except her touch.
    And then her touch disappeared, was simply gone. Mat swallowed his groan of disappointment, wondering if she changed her mind, if maybe he had pushed too far, too fast. He lifted his head from the pillow and opened his eyes, almost afraid he'd see her getting dressed. Fuck. He wasn't any good at this. He should have wooed her some more, should have—
    No, she wasn't getting dressed. She was sitting back on her heels between his legs, a sultry look in her exotic eyes as she watched him. She grabbed several of the tangled strings of beads and pulled them over her head, the purple and gold plastic rubbing together with a whispered clicking as she let them run through her fingers. A teasing grin played at the corners of her mouth when she leaned forward and dragged the beads down his stomach—
    And across his cock.
    Holy shit, he hadn't been expecting that. Hadn't expected the thrill that shot through him at the sensation. Nicole wrapped the beads around the base of his cock, around his balls, tightening them just a little. Then she leaned forward and—
    Mat's breath escaped in a rush when her mouth closed over his cock. Hot, sweet. Christ, her mouth was a wet dream come to life. Not just her mouth. Her hands, gently squeezing his balls, gently stroking the beads up and down his throbbing erection.
    And holy shit, the way the beads tightened around his cock, his balls, the way she sucked him, like she was working on a thick milkshake, trying to draw it through a straw and—
    What the fuck was wrong with him, thinking about milkshakes when he was getting the best fucking blowjob he'd ever had? And shit, Nicole's mouth really was a wet dream come to life because if she didn't stop, he'd be making his own fucking milkshake right in her mouth.
    He reached down, searching, trying to stop her—or hold her in place, he wasn't sure which. But just before he lost it, just before he came right in her mouth, she pulled back, that devilish grin still in place. She stretched forward, one hand still playing with the beads around his balls, and grabbed one of the condoms. Mat held his breath, his jaw clenched as she ripped open the packet and rolled it in place. Fuck, just that much was nearly enough to send him over the edge. It had been too long, too damn long, he wasn't used to—
    And then she was straddling him, her hand stroking him as she guided him closer to home. He thought this would be it, that she'd lower herself on his cock but no, not yet. She tilted her hips forward, rubbing her clit along the hard length of his cock, back and forth. He watched, afraid to move, afraid to so much as breathe, as she grabbed the beads and moved them so the strand was between her clit and his cock.
    And holy fucking shit, he didn't think he'd ever felt anything quite like that. Rough, hard, soft, wet. And he wasn't even inside her yet. Fuck, if he didn't get inside her, soon—now—he wasn't sure he'd make it.
    But then, yes thank God, she lowered herself on him, the beads still wrapped around his cock, tightening around his balls. Mat sucked in his breath with a sharp hiss. Air filled his lungs, threatening to burst as he raised his head, his gaze locked on Nicole.
    Her eyes met his, warm