Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

by C.L. Rose

“Fuck, Dimes,” I groan against her lips. “I knew you’d taste so good.” All I get in response is a desperate, horny little whine as she frantically grinds her clit into my erection. I have to clench my butt cheeks together so I don’t come in my pants from the way she sounds as she takes what she needs. I don’t stand a chance of not embarrassing myself if I ever get inside this girl—I’m barely hanging on right now. “Maddox,” she whispers. The sound of my name coming from her lips makes me infinitely more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life. She turned me on before, but holding her while she writhes against me takes it to another fucking universe. I lower my head, licking my way toward her neck and sucking the sensitive skin below her ear. Her hips jolt involuntarily, so I do it again, savoring her taste and the way she’s so responsive before answering. “What, baby? Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” I’m not lying. She could tell me to drop to my knees and let her walk me like a dog, and I’d do it—no questions asked. I just want to make her fall apart. My lips coast along her heated skin, and she lifts her chin to give me better access. But her next words are like a bucket of ice water over my head, even though they roll off her tongue on a satisfied moan. “We should stop.” Shit. As much as I don’t want to, I immediately pause, resting my head on her shoulder in an attempt to regain my composure—and to hang onto her just a bit longer before she tells me I took...