Flipping Love You by Erin Nicholas

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She gripped his biceps and leaned into the kiss.

He was good at this. Thank God.

He took his time easing into it. He kissed her softly at first, tasting her, pressing and then lifting, tilting his head, coming at her from another angle. She ran her hands up his arms and under the edge of his sleeves, exploring the contours of his muscles. He was definitely in good shape. Biceps, triceps, deltoids, pecs. All had sculpted definition. And he seemed to love her touch. He gave a low groan as she smoothed her hands down over his abs and then up under the t-shirt onto hot, bare skin. She ran her palms up and down his ribs, loving the way his abdominal muscles jumped.

His groan sent a shaft of heat through Jillian’s stomach that arrowed down between her legs.

He teased her lips with his tongue and she gladly opened, but as she tried to press closer she realized their height difference was going to be an issue.

She nudged him back, wanting to walk him to the bed, but he mistook it for her wanting him to stop. He lifted his head and looked down at her, breathing a little raggedly.

“You okay?”

“Need you on the bed.”

He looked surprised for a second. “Well, damn. Yes, ma’am.” He started to take a step back, but grabbed the loops on her pants, and tugged her with him. “Feel like that would be a good place for you too.”

“I’m right there with you.”

In two strides he was at the mattress, sitting and pulling her into his lap. She climbed up, straddling his thighs, and pressing into him.

Yes. That was much better.

His hands settled on her hips and she became aware of just how big and hot they were. The heat from his touch soaked through her pants and she wiggled, pressing their flies together.

He was hard. And huge.

That shaft of heat warmed her belly again and seemed to spiral out from her bellybutton to set all of her nerve endings on fire.

She couldn’t remember being this turned on in a long time.

“Damn, girl, you feel good,” he told her roughly.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, picking up right where they’d left off. She opened her mouth, stroking her tongue along his lower lip.

He groaned and one hand lifted, his fingers slipping into her hair while the other gripped her hip.

So far this was very promising.

She tasted him for a long time, before sitting back and reaching for the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up and over her head, tossing it toward the pillows.

Zeke’s gaze dropped to her breasts and the plain white bra she wore.

She didn’t have time, or the inclination, to worry about what he thought about her underwear. All of her bras and panties were basic. Everything in her wardrobe was basic.

But he wasn’t here for her bra.

She reached back and unclasped the tiny hooks, releasing the bra and tossing it over her shoulder. In her experience, once the bra was gone, he’d be easily drawn back to the task.

Predictably, he made no comments about the white cotton lying on the floor by the bed. Instead, he lifted a hand to cup a breast.

Jill was not well endowed, and his hands were huge, so her A-cup easily fit in the center of his palm.

He didn’t seem to mind. He kneaded and willingly took her direction as she covered his hand with hers and moved it so her nipple was between his thumb and finger. He rolled the hard tip, squeezing and plucking, then moving his other hand to her unattended breast.

“Harder,” she coached.

He complied, squeezing tighter, and tugging harder. She tipped her head back. “Yes, like that.”

He kept going, giving her even more pressure, sending jolts of heat and desire coursing through her.

Jill rubbed against his hard cock, not wanting to interrupt what he was doing, but wanting so much more.

“I—”

Without any input, he slid one hand to the middle of her back between her shoulder blades and tipped her back, lifting her and fastening his mouth over one nipple.

She gasped with pleasure that was both physical and emotional. The sensations were delicious, but she loved that he’d realized what she needed. She had no trouble with open communication about what it took to get her to orgasm, but she certainly didn’t mind if the man could figure some of it out on his own.

Zeke sucked hard, then swirled his tongue around the tip, sucked again, then grazed his teeth along the tender point.

Jillian gasped and tightened her thighs, squeezing her knees into the outside of his legs. The ache in her core was suddenly intense and she was wet and hot to a point she hadn’t been in forever.

“Zeke—” she started again.

But he switched sides just as she was about to ask him to.

He sucked, licked, sucked, and then bit again, scraping his teeth with the perfect amount of pressure to give her that little burst of pleasurable pain.

Oh, yes, this was going very well.

She clutched the back of his head, holding him close, encouraging him. She gripped his ponytail.

“Can I take your hair down?” she asked.

He barely lifted his head. “If I get to keep my mouth against these tits, you can do anything you want.”

She didn’t really want his mouth anywhere else. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. She had some other ideas about where she’d like his tongue. She didn’t think he’d object either.

She pulled the tie from his hair, the long strands falling to his shoulders. She ran her fingers through it, combing it out. It was silky and soft, falling just past his shoulders, and had a slight wave.

She wanted to feel it brushing against her skin. All of her skin.

“God, that feels good, cher,” he muttered, before he sucked hard on her nipple again.

“I love your hair,” she told him.

“Yeah? Well, I’m a big fan of everything of yours so far.”

She laughed softly. “I’m not saying it’s going to be my favorite part.”

He lifted his hands and ran them both through her hair, then gathered it in one fist. Her hair was thick and naturally curly, but he seemed to have no problem holding the coiled dark strands in one big hand. He tugged slightly, tipping her head back and peering into her eyes.

“Just how much of this sweet body are you going to let me see?”

“As much as you want.”

His eyes flared with heat. “I want it all.”

“Very good answer,” she told him. “Because I want the same from you.”

He shook his head slightly. “I wasn’t expecting you…”

“You weren’t expecting me to what?”

“No, I think that’s it. I think I just wasn’t expecting you.”

That was actually kind of sweet. “You didn’t expect a one-night stand tonight?”

“Honestly? No. Not even after I met you. And I’m still not sure.”

“And why is that? Do I seem like a good girl?”

“Maybe. But I think it’s more that you seem to not like me very much.”

Huh. She wasn’t sure that was entirely true. But then again, she didn’t really know him. She hadn’t slept with a stranger before. She and Dan didn’t even know each other’s birthdays, but she liked his taste in wine, loved his taste in bed sheets, and preferred sex at his place because he had great after-sex snacks.

Okay, that all sounded pretty shallow.

“Would you have taken the goats back to their barn if I hadn’t made you?”

He was obviously surprised by her question for a moment. Then he seemed to be considering it. Finally he said, “No, probably not.”

“Because you really didn’t care what happened to them?”

It was possible that she didn’t like him.

“Because someone else would have taken care of it.” He lifted a shoulder. “That’s how things work here. For me. No matter what I might intend to do as far as good deeds are concerned, someone else nearly always gets there first. I guess I just…assume things will get taken care of.”

She narrowed her eyes. He seemed completely sincere. “And are your assumptions correct? All the time?”

He looked up at the ceiling, thinking. Then he nodded. “Yeah. There are a lot of people here who love to take care of things and are pretty kickass at it. So, yeah, my assumptions about that are always right.”

She supposed that didn’t make him a bad guy then. Just a little…irresponsible, maybe.

And hell, she didn’t need him taking care of her. She just needed an orgasm.

“Okay, I like you,” she decided.

“Yeah?”

He seemed to really want that to be true.

“Yep. And I really like what you do to me.” She wiggled her hips against his, which caused her breasts and the hard nipples he’d been so good to just a few minutes ago to brush against his chest.

He looked at her for a second as if thinking things over. “Then I say we keep going.”

“I say hell yes.”

With his hand still in her hair, he brought her head forward, covering her lips with his and immediately kissing her deep and dirty.

His tongue tasted and taunted, and all Jill could think was how much she wanted his tongue between her legs.

She was not a good girl but...

Yes, she was. But mostly because she didn’t have a lot of time or attention to give to things like flings and partying and being wild and free. And that was fine. She had chosen to dedicate her life to her work.

But when a hot guy with long hair and tattoos was kissing her and playing with her nipples and making her think about body parts that got attention mostly from her vibrator, she did realize that there were good reasons to leave the penguins. Once in a while.

Sex and cheesecake.

And not the no-bake kind made with whipped topping.

Real cheesecake that had to be baked.

Those were two things she was willing to leave the penguins for periodically.

But other than that, she had a hard time coming up with things that were more important than what she did for a living. She was not good at relationships because she rarely put anything or anyone above her work. Men—and to be fair, most people—got tired of coming in second. So, to avoid arguments and break ups and generally hurting people’s feelings, she made sure her relationships were very clear from the beginning.

But this guy? And his tongue? She might be willing to make a few exceptions for him.

Zeke pulled back, staring at her eyes, and ran his hands from the back of her head down her shoulders to her wrists where they were linked behind his head. He pulled them apart and nudged her off his lap.

“Want the rest of those off,” he said, nodding to her clothes.

She started on the button of her pants, but he stretched to his feet just then and stripped his t-shirt up his torso and over his head.

Holy crap.

The guy was ripped. He had muscles. She’d already known that he had great muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest, but seeing them without the black cotton covering them was hot-fantasy-at-night-in-bed-with-her-vibrator-alone level. The guy had suntanned skin and just the right amount of chest hair that narrowed into a line that bisected his sixpack abs, and muscles that were not only incredibly defined, but were covered in gorgeous dark ink.

His right shoulder was covered from the top curve to his elbow with a huge grizzly bear head that spanned onto his chest and wrapped around to the back of his shoulder. Across his chest were words that appeared to be French and were wrapped with magnolias and met up with a dove on the front of his left shoulder and an eagle on the back. Then down his arm all the way to the wrist was a combination designs, feathers, and vines.

She wanted to explore every single line. She wanted to know what they were all about, what they meant to him, why he’d gotten each one.

But mostly, and first, she wanted to run her hands over them, followed by her lips and tongue.

With his hair down and wild around his shoulders, the glint of an earring from his left ear, the ink covered muscles and the low-slung blue jeans along with the black leather riding boots, he was the epitome of an indulgent fantasy in a roadside motel and Jill was suddenly filled with swirling hot, oh-my-God-yes excitement.

The last few weeks since A.J. had passed and she’d inherited the penguins, her life had been crazy.

She’d quit her job, found a new place to live, prepared to move several states away, broken the news to her family and friends, and learned all about the penguin conservation and propagation program she was now automatically a part of.

She’d spent her time trying to get the penguins used to having her around, figuring out how to actually be in charge of endangered wildlife, getting licenses and paperwork transferred, and figuring out how to be in possession of millions of dollars.

Everything in her life had been turned upside down, it seemed, and if anyone deserved a hot night fulfilling a whole bunch of I-probably-shouldn’t-but-I-really-want-to urges that no one would ever know about, it was her. This was actually the perfect situation and she was all in.

“You okay?” Zeke asked, his hands pausing on the button in front of his jeans.

Jill lifted her eyes to his. She realized that she had been frozen, just staring. She swallowed and nodded. “It just hit me what an amazingly wonderful idea this is.”

The corner of his mouth curled up and he took a step closer. “Which idea exactly?”

“Getting you naked and riding you ’til dawn.”

For just a second Jill was shocked those words had come from her mouth.

But the way his pupils dilated and his mouth fell open, made every bit of shock and embarrassment fade quickly. She loved having an effect on this guy, and there was something about not knowing him, not expecting any of this, and him looking at her the way he was right now that made her feel very brazen.

“Well, since we have until dawn, there’s a whole lot of stuff I’d like to do before we get to the riding,” he told her. “But while we’re both gonna enjoy me bending you over and fucking you from behind, taking you up against the wall, and some good old missionary before we get to that, I’m going to think about you straddling me the whole time.”

Heat blossomed in Jill’s lower belly and spread quickly through her body. God, she loved a guy who talked dirty. And she very much loved the fact that he was meeting her brazen talk with his own.

He reached for the front of her jeans and dragged the zipper down slowly as he said, “And please tell me that you like cowgirl more than reverse cowgirl, because I’d really love to watch your tits bouncing and see your face when you come.”

Her breath caught in her chest and Jill didn’t speak for a moment as he pushed her jeans over her hips and down her legs.

She braced a hand on his huge biceps as she lifted a foot to kick free of the jeans absentmindedly. Her brain was fully focused on what he had said.

“I actually like both lots. Reverse is a fantastic angle and there can be something sexy about getting off without seeing your partner’s face.”

That actually made Zeke stop in the midst of helping her get her jeans off.

“Is that right?”

She looked at him, realizing he was surprised that she’d answered completely honestly. She hadn’t been teasing, flirting, or just talking dirty. All of what she just said was true. “But I’m willing to do cowgirl for you.”

He laughed. “Thanks. I do really appreciate it.”

She let her gaze wander over his body.

He was hard and ripped but he didn’t have a weightlifter’s physique. He had very natural muscle definition, clearly built from hard work.

“What do you do for a living?”

“Construction. Mostly.”

“Shows.”

“Thank you.” He seemed surprised.

She looked up at him. “Are you telling me that I’m the first woman to think you’re good looking?”

“You’re the only woman who matters right now.”

She gave a soft snort. “Good answer.”

He reached out, snagged her wrist, and tugged her forward. He put her hands on his chest and covered them with his. “I hope it goes without saying, but this isn’t show and tell. Feel free to handle anything you see that you like.”

“There’s going to be a lot of handling then.”

“That is a good answer.”

He ran his hands up her arms and down her sides. Goosebumps broke out over her body and she couldn’t help but move her hands over his skin as well. He was hot to the touch and she loved every sensation from the soft hair on his chest to the firmness of his nipples to the hard contour of his chest to the way he shuddered as she ran her hand down his ribs.

His hands went to her panties and he quickly pushed them down her thighs. They dropped to her ankles.

Naked now, Jill wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this turned on. It was strange. Sex was very purposeful for her. She enjoyed it, immensely. She’d been lucky to hook up with Dan. But they could go two months without seeing one another. She was generally fine in the time between their visits with her vibrator.

But she did like the real thing and Dan was very good. Over the couple of years they’d been seeing one another they’d learned each other’s buttons and turn-ons. He could deliver every time. She very much appreciated him and knew she was going to miss him.

But right now, with this complete stranger, she was feeling jumpy and tingly and hot from head to toe in a way that she couldn’t remember ever feeling.

Maybe it was the newness of it. Maybe it was the impulsive, unexpected act of picking someone up. Maybe it had just been a while. She couldn’t remember exactly when she and Dan had last been together. They hadn’t been able to make their schedules jive for one last hurrah before she’d left Omaha.

But then Zeke’s hands skimmed down her back to cup her butt and pulled her forward and she completely forgot about anything except the hard, hot body in front of her.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he told her huskily. “And little.”

She huffed out a short laugh.

He gave her a crooked grin. “Sorry. That came out wrong. You’re just very…petite.”

“I’m short.”

And he was big.

“Sure. But you’re just littler than me.”

He brought his hands around her sides, running them up to cup her breasts. As he ran them over her hard nipples, she took a shaky breath.

“Not that I’m complainin’,” he said. “Puttin’ you up against the wall is going to be a lot easier.”

“Awesome. It will use less energy and you’ll be able to go longer,” she told him.

He nodded, that same grin still in place. “I like the way you think.”

“Then you might like to know that I’m thinking about how I’d like to suck your cock.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “How about you lie back on the bed and let me eat your pussy?”

Her eyes widened, partially in surprise, but also with excitement. She’d intended to ask him for exactly that. Again, he was just a second ahead of her and she very much appreciated that.

“How about we do both those things?”

He chuckled softly and shook his head as if he wasn’t sure what to think of her. “I’m keeping my pants on until you come in my mouth at least once.”

“Why is that?”

“Honestly?”

“Has anything about this conversation made you think that I don’t want to be totally open and honest?”

“Fair enough. Okay, I want to come inside you the first time.”

God, she loved this. She loved the frank talk, the words, the sentiments, and most definitely the plans he was laying out. “Such little self-control?”

“I’m not well known for suppressing my urges.”

There was something so refreshing about his unabashed, self-deprecating honesty.

“You just have to do whatever feels good?”

“Pretty much. My whole world is about your nipples right now.”

She laughed. “Wow, not even the kissing? Or the depths of my blue eyes?” She batted those eyes at him as she teased.

Laughing as well, he reached up and slid his fingers into her hair again, tipping her head back and leaning in to touch his lips to hers.

Against her mouth, he said, “Your eyes are green, cher. And I really need you to lie back on that bed and spread your legs for me.”

Hey, he’d noticed the color of her eyes. That was definitely a good enough reason to do exactly what he’d suggested.

Plus she just really wanted to.

He crawled up the bed after her, his eyes on the area between her legs. Her clit tingled and she ached deep in her pelvis. It was lust and anticipation.

Please let him be good at this.

She wanted to have bed-rocking sex tonight. She hadn’t realized it until she met Zeke, but this was exactly what she needed.

He looked so hot climbing up the bed, shirtless, his jeans low on his hips, unbuttoned, with just the hint of black underwear peeking at her as he moved. His tattoos shifted over his chest, shoulders, and arms as his muscles bunched, his hair swung forward, and she swore she could already feel his beard against her inner thigh.

When she got to the pillows, she laid back. He was already there, between her legs. He wasted no time. He ran his big hands up the outsides of her thighs and then under her ass. He cupped her butt and lifted, then settled his broad shoulders between them, his hot breath on her mound.

“Damn, girl, you are pretty,” he told her, his drawl seeming lower and slower, more pronounced now.

“Thank you,” she said breathlessly. What was a girl supposed to say when a guy complimented her most private parts?

He lifted his eyes. “You comfortable? I want you to be okay to settle in here for a while, ’cause I have no place I’d rather be.”

Her breath caught in her chest. There was so much hot intent in both his tone and his expression that she felt as if he had already put his mouth on her. She pulled her lip between her teeth and nodded.

He gave her a hot, cocky grin, then licked his lips, then lowered his head.

* * *

Damn, he was glad he’d flipped his bike in front of this girl’s motel. She was smooth, tight, sweet, and hot from head to toe. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been with a woman this petite. Which sounded so stupid. But she had small hands, tiny breasts, even her nose was tiny.

He’d also never been this turned on. It was weird. He’d always considered himself a boob guy.

Some of the hottest sex of his life had been with a hot blonde with gorgeous big tits and long legs, a fiery redhead who had freckles all over, and a brunette who had spiked-up pink hair and tattoos up and down her arms and legs. Not all three at once, of course. Though the brunette had offered to bring a friend.

This girl wasn’t…any of that.

Jillian had pale, creamy skin without a freckle or a birthmark. Her long, dark hair was stark against her pale skin, and she was just…tiny. He couldn’t get over it. In fact, as much as it was a turn on to think about putting her up against the wall, he was actually slightly concerned about hurting her.

He wasn’t freakishly big or anything. But he was tall and broad and had been well gifted when it came to certain parts of his anatomy. But damn, it was hot that his hands were so big on her body, and, frankly, how far she had to spread her legs for him to fit between them right now.

Yeah, he was really glad he’d flipped his bike in front of the motel tonight when this woman had been here. He knew he lived a charmed life, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever been as aware of that and as thankful for it as he was at this very moment.

He lowered his head and kissed her inner thigh. She shivered and he stroked the back of her opposite thigh and kissed his way to her mound, then down to her clit where he gave a little lick.

She gasped and arched closer.

He gave her another lick, firmer and with more tongue this time.

Her hand went to his hair and she grabbed a fistful.

Oh yeah, that’s what he wanted.

He moved his thumbs to part her slippery sweet lips. She really was pretty. He was a fan of all the pussies he’d been this close to, but this one had lick me written all over it.

He tasted her again, sucking gently on her clit before moving lower and swirling his tongue around her entrance.

She moaned and pressed against him.

He tasted her gently for a few seconds, but then she tightened her fingers in his hair and said, “Harder. Suck harder.”

Two of his favorite words when put together.

He took her clit between his lips and sucked and licked, then sucked again, harder as requested. She lifted against his mouth with a, “yes!”

He licked and swirled and sucked for nearly a minute, her fingers continuing to grip his hair. Her other hand grabbed the bed comforter as if she were holding on for dear life. She lifted her hips closer to his mouth and made the most amazing sounds.

“Zeke! Zeke, yes!”

He dipped his tongue into the sweetness below, teasing her and making her tug his hair harder.

“Your fingers,” she said breathlessly. “Please use your fingers.”

He lifted his head, looking up her sweet body into her face. Her eyes were closed, her head tipped back. She looked completely rapturous, and he felt a surge of satisfaction and freaking pride at that. Damn, this was such a turn on. He wanted to give her exactly what she wanted and needed and it was definitely a lot easier to do that when she told him exactly what that was.

She wasn’t indifferent now, was she?

“Anything you want, cher.”

He slid a thick middle finger into her and she gave a happy sigh.

“More.”

He added a second finger, thrusting in and out slowly.

She was tight and his cock ached with the knowledge that he was going to be next.

In a bit, buddy, Zeke thought. He was staying right here for a while. He was going to drag this out.

“Your mouth,” she said. “Suck me.”

The lady didn’t have to ask him twice. He was a gentleman after all.

He lowered his head and gave her a lick, then sucked, at first gently, but quickly working up to harder pressure. The way her pussy clenched around his fingers told him everything he needed to know about the amount of suction even without her sweet, breathless, “Oh, God!”

But damn, he fucking loved that breathless open praise she was giving him. Zeke liked to be praised. He very much liked people appreciating him, and he was very into this woman in particular appreciating him at this moment.

“Faster. Deeper.”

Yeah, he liked her coaching. He pumped his fingers faster and deeper just as she asked as he sucked and licked and felt the response around his fingers clearly. Her inner muscles were clenching, her grip on his hand tightened, and she was lifting and lowering her hips as if he was fucking her. He curled his fingers, dragging them over her G-spot and gave her a hard suck, sending her over the edge with a loud cry.

He continued to stroke her as she came down from her climax, but pressed kisses to her inner thighs and then up over her stomach. When she had quieted, he eased his fingers from her body and lifted them to his mouth. Her eyes fluttered open as he licked her from his fingers.

She was still breathing hard. But she gave him a smile. “Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Anytime.”

It struck him how unfortunate it was that she wasn’t going to be here for long. He wouldn’t mind going over a few more things she liked with her clear and graphic coaching.

But he didn’t have to tell her that. Or wait long. She sat up, pushed him over to his back, and straddled his stomach. She leaned down and pressed her mouth to his, giving him a deep, hot kiss. She lifted her head after a moment, braced her hands on his chest, and smiled down at him.

“Now can we take your pants off?”

“I’m completely on board with that.”