Rebel (22 page)

He couldn’t hold the grin back, but he did manage to quash the,
Fuck yeah, I want you working on my rig.

“You’d have to make it worth my while,” she said. “I mean, the rig is fun, a challenge and all, but a girl has priorities.”

“Whatever,” Jax said. If he noticed the sexual electricity arcing between Wes and Rubi, he didn’t show it. “Sorry about the changes, bud. But this might end up working out for you. And thanks, Rubi. For helping Wes out and for whatever you said to Lexi.”

Jax turned and started toward the production trailer where MacKenzie had disappeared. Rubi’s gaze never left Wes’s, but her expression softened and heated and turned seductive.

“What’s this about Lexi?” Wes asked.

“She said yes to this house.”

Wes grinned. “Hot damn. That will make the boss happy.”

Rubi returned his smile. “What’s this urgent need to polish that rig of yours, Lawson?”

“Spillover from last night?”

“Yeah, I’ve been feeling that all morning. But I get the distinct impression Jax was having a parallel discussion to ours.”

“Oh hell,” Wes stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep himself from reaching for her. “I hope so.”

“Since I came to get my hands on that rig,” she said, sliding her gaze down his body and pausing on the crotch of his jeans. “Let’s get down to the details. Where shall we take—I mean…where is that sexy monster?”

Wes glanced toward the Renegades trailer, then back to Rubi, angst fighting excitement for space in his chest. “I can’t tell which mode we’re in—friends or sex.”

She linked her arm with his and leaned close. “Someone told me recently that it’s not an either-or situation. That we could have both. Now…I don’t know about that, but I’m…interested in looking into it a little more. So what do you say, you lead me to your rig, and we can figure it out from there?”

“Um…yes?” Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “Walk ahead of me to the trailer, and my personal rig will be fully engaged by the time we reach the door.”

Rubi released his arm and made a slow turn on her heels, much like those he’d seen her make when modeling one of Lexi’s dresses in the studio. She cast one of those sizzling come-and-get-it looks over her shoulder. “It already appears fully engaged. But if a rear view helps…”

She sauntered toward the trailer, the smooth length of her thighs making saliva pool in his mouth, the sway of her ass making him think of all kinds of other ways he’d like it swaying for him.

She turned her head, her lashes downcast, reminding Wes of the way she’d looked at him that night at Stilettos. “Is this working for you, Mr. Lawson?”

“Definitely.” They reached the steps, and Wes jumped a few to meet her at the top. He pressed his hand to the door before she could open it and bent his head to her ear. “But…bent over, feet spread would be even better.”

She turned her head, met his eyes. “I’ve discovered there’s nothing sexier than a sweet country boy turned naughty.”

She leaned in, eyes open, and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. Fire engulfed his belly, his hips, his thighs. His cock jerked hard against his jeans. Before he could respond, Rubi turned the knob, and the door opened in. Without the support, Wes fell forward, catching himself with a hand on the doorframe. When he looked up, Rubi faced him, one hand on the door, the other on her cocked hip, the line of her body lazy and sexy and filling the doorway.

“Get your sweet rig in here. I have work to do.”

Wes straightened and stepped through the door. He cast a glance toward Rachel’s desk and found her gone. The rest of the trailer was empty as well.

Thank God.

He rested his hands at his hips and turned to face Rubi just as she pressed her finger to the doorknob, locking it.

Wes lifted his hands in a stop gesture. “Ms. Russo,” he teased, darting a glance toward the desk in the corner. “The rig in question is over there.”

She stepped toward him and took fistfuls of his T-shirt, using them to swing him around and push him against the door. A shocked grunt exited his chest, a hot thrill taking its place. Rubi slid her hands down his chest as she lowered to her knees, a familiar move, but one that took on a whole different meaning without that contraption within reach.

“There’s some work I need to do with this exceptional rig before I take a look at the other.”

Her fingers worked smoothly, quickly on his button and zipper. Her small hands easily moved fabric aside to free his erection. Wes sucked in a breath of shocked pleasure at her touch. Electric jolts shorted out his brain and sang through his groin. His knees loosened, and he grabbed the door handle to hold himself up.

“Fuck… Rubi…”

“Yes. With my mouth. Now.” She gazed up at him and slowly licked the tip of his cock. The warm, wet, smooth streak shot another dose of pleasure into his blood. His cock twitched in her hands, making her grin. Her tongue darted out again. Wes’s fingers went white on the handle. Every muscle in his body tightened. All his blood rushed south. She tipped her head as her hands continued to stroke. “If, that is, you’re ready to let me focus all my attention on your personal rig, like Jax suggested.”

No witty reply came to him. His brain was swamped with the sight of her on her knees, his rigid cock held reverently in her hands, her striking eyes gazing up at him with lust.

“I’ve been starving for the taste of you.” Her expression slid into something intense, her voice deep and needy. “I’ve needed to feel you all morning.” She circled the ridge of his erection with a fingertip, tantalizing him to the edge of ecstasy. “Didn’t you say this was one of my benefits?”

His dry mouth managed a, “Yes.”

Her attention lowered to his cock again. “I’m so fucking hungry for you.”

And she closed her lips over his head.

Soft, wet heat surrounded the sensitive tip, and his cock surged with fire. Her eyes slid closed on a delicious hum. His knees gave again and he gripped the top of a bookshelf with his free hand. Completely against his will, his eyes closed and his head dropped back. A growl rolled from his throat, releasing a sliver of pent-up lust.

He forced his eyes open, his head down. He didn’t want to miss a second of this. Not only was it a white-hot sight that thickened his , one he’d never forget, but extra thrilling because Rubi had initiated it all. This was so much more than he’d expected and he heart expanded with hope and affection, which made the physical pleasure even more intense.

His gaze cleared just as Rubi slid his length deep into her mouth. And, Christ, the sight was so perfectly erotic, so wickedly naughty, so dangerously titillating, Wes’s chest constricted with explosive desire. He pushed his hips forward, needing to be fully sheathed. The head of his cock touched her throat as he’d known it would. He was too long. Too thick. There had always been too much of him for any woman to fully take into her mouth.

He needed to pump, to thrust. He needed friction to cut this sudden, nasty craving, but he didn’t need to scare her off, so he eased his hips back for a slow slide out. Rubi groaned in complaint, and her mouth clamped down, sucking hard.

His teeth clenched against the burst of pleasure shooting through his cock and sinking deep into his balls. “Ah, fuck, yeah.”

Her hands fisted in his jeans, pulling his hips toward her as she eased forward. The result was a mind-bending slide of her mouth nearly to his base and he groaned through grinding teeth.

He pulled his hand from the bookshelf and fisted her hair. Had to force himself not to pull her in to finish off that last couple of inches.

“Easy, baby.” Christ, that dark, lust-filled voice could not be his own. “Don’t have to—”

Her throat opened around the head of his cock, taking him in.

Wes sank into her on a guttural, “Sonofabitch…”

A fireball burst low in his body, burning through his hips, his balls, his cock. A delirious moment of ecstasy blanked his mind, and when his head cleared, he had both his hands deep in Rubi’s hair, the door holding him up.

She eased back, sucking him all the way out with her eyes open and on his, dizzying lust turning them as dark as the ocean.. When her mouth finally pulled free, leaving his entire length glimmering wet, he found himself mindless…and speechless.

“Baby…” was all he found anywhere in his mind.

Her hand closed around his length, slowly pumping the slick skin. Wes’s muscles went taut again. His throat closed. Pleasure climbed.

“Yes?” She paused, tipped her head with a kittenish smile. “Did you want something?.”

“Your mouth.” He pushed the words forward, desperate. “I want your mouth.”

With her gaze holding his, she traced the tip of her tongue around his ridge again. A delicious shiver tightened his skin and made his whole body shake. She licked the drop of moisture from his tip, drew it into her mouth, and savored it with a hum of pleasure.

Wes’s mind slid into its very own sideways suicide. No woman had ever blown him like this—in daylight, pushed against a door,
wanting
it. No woman had ever savored him. Past girlfriends had done it to please him, and they had. But he couldn’t say any of them had ever
enjoyed
doing it. He had the impression, from that sparkle in Rubi’s eyes, that had all changed.

“Come and get it, naughty boy,” she teased, sliding one hand between his legs and stroking the sensitive skin behind his balls. “Take what you want.”

She opened her mouth just millimeters from the head of his cock but didn’t take him in. With those lips parted, her lids heavy, eyes begging…promising, she simply taunted. He urged his hips forward and the head of his cock slid into her mouth. Her lips closed, her mouth sucked, but nothing more. And,
fuck
, he needed more.

With the hands fisted in her hair, he pulled her in, impaling her mouth with his cock. Slowly. So very slowly, preparing to stop at the first sign of resistance He eased himself deeper, deeper… Her throat opened around him. Her eyes closed on an expression of bliss. Wes held there, trying to refasten his grip on control, but it was as slippery as her mouth. The sight, the feel, tangled Wes’s mind into a knot of raw need.

Something squeezed the head of Wes’s cock. A warm, rolling pressure that made him siphon air and tilt toward climax. Swallowing. Rubi was swallowing, her strong throat massaging his tip, her taut mouth sucking his length.

“Fucking A, Rubi…” He was incoherent. Couldn’t form a sentence. His weakening legs trembled, making him slide down the door another inch. Rubi took advantage of the room from his parted knees and stroked deeper, palming his balls. Wes was absolutely drowning in sensation. “So goddamned good…”

The knob underneath his hand rolled. The movement didn’t even faze him, until it happened twice more. Then the lock popped open, and the door pressed inward against his back. Wes reacted automatically, shoving it closed. By the time his mind sharpened, Rubi had pulled him from her mouth but didn’t move to hide or even stand. She still held his cock in her hands, her lips blushed deep from her work.

“What the hell?” A female voice muttered beyond the door. “Who’s in there?”

Rachel. Fuck, it was Rachel.

No. No, no,
no
. He needed this. Needed it. Stopping now was inhumane.

“Think on your feet, Lawson,” Rubi murmured. “I’m not done ravishing your rig.”

He didn’t realize how hard he was breathing until he had to catch his breath to speak. “Uh… Sorry Rach, it’s me.”

A pause. “Wes?”

He closed his eyes. “Yeah. I…uh…I’m just having a meeting.” He cringed at the lousy excuse. “Can you take ten?”

“Twenty,” Rubi whispered, a nasty smile on her face.

Wes shook his head. He wasn’t going to last twenty. No. Fucking. Way.

“Um…” Rachel said, clearly suspicious. “Sure…I guess?”

When her feet sounded on the stairs and her voice picked up in conversation with someone outside, then faded, Wes let out a breath of relief and glanced down at Rubi. This had to be a fucking fantasy.

Goddamned fucking lucky bastard.

“Baby…” he said, panting. “We should probably—”

“Finish.”

Wes was going to say stop, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “Oh hell. I like your idea so much better.”

Rubi laughed, then her lids grew heavy and she licked her lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Once she slid his cock between her lips again, all teasing, all playtime, was over. She was on a mission to make him shatter. Her tongue did things he’d never felt before. The slide of her lips, the texture of her mouth, the pleasured sounds vibrating over his length was way beyond his experience. This was a woman who loved to suck cock. And the difference from a woman who did it as a favor or a chore was indescribable.

Wes sank his hands deep into her silky hair again, rested his head against the door, and set his eyes on the erotic sight of Rubi fucking him—wantonly, like she couldn’t get enough—with her mouth.

Once he let go of the resistance to come, the orgasm was there, pounding on the door, demanding release. The heat, the pressure, the spiraling lust slamming against his senses, over and over like waves in a storm.

“Rubi…” He growled through clenched teeth.

She looked up at him as she pulled his length from her mouth, oh, so innocently. “What?”

“Finish, please.”

“Finish what, Wes? Say it.”

“Suck me off.” The words were a harsh demand. To say he was on edge wouldn’t begin to cover this rampage of lust.

A slow, fiery smile slid over her face. “Do you have any idea how wet that makes me? Say it again.”

“Goddammit.” If Rachel came back and he hadn’t come, he’d go insane. “
Suck me, Rubi. Now.
”

She licked her lips and pulled him into her mouth again. Whatever she did then had been reserved for this moment, because he hadn’t felt that combination of pull, suck, and slide until now.

A sound of surprise rolled up his throat. A sound that quickly turned into a growl of such intense need, Wes’s mind whited out. “Baby…baby…” He panted between words. “I’m gonna… I can’t…
fuck
…”