DANNY'S FINGERS SQUEEZE AROUND my biceps. Mine leave her breasts and glide down past her waist, so I can run my hands beneath her T-shirt and glide my palms over her skin. I can't get enough of the feel of her. I pull her closer so my erection hits her belly. She moans into my mouth and I growl back into hers.

Her hands move up until her fingers tangle in my hair. She pulls her lips away as she pulls me back by the hair. "The sofa," she whispers. Our lips are almost touching, her breathe punching me with need.

My mouth quirks. "So you can yell at me again?" I say between just as heavy breathing.

Her eyes have gone so dark they're almost black. "Probably."

I groan and thrust just a little bit harder into her belly. "My rocket can't take much more."

She shoves me back with a husky laugh and I love the sound. "Come on, lover boy." She takes my hand and heads to the sofa. It's the formal one that my mother loved. It's where Joel and I got most of our mom lectures. It's as uncomfortable as hell, but right now all I can think about is removing Danny's clothes and fucking her until her eyes cross.

"We're going to do this my way, Van." She stops me so my back is to the couch. Her fingers go to the button of my jeans.

Okay, so no more yelling. She's staring into my eyes and, with absolutely no uncertainty, she pulls to my zipper and slowly lowers it inch by delectable inch, the raspy sound filling my ears.

"Danny," I say on a groan as one hand slips inside my boxers and she wraps her fingers around me. I start lifting her shirt, but her other hand grips mine and stops me.

"My way." The fire in her eyes has turned to steel. She removes her hand, jerks the front of my boxers down, and her fingers are back.

Fuck me, there's no way I'll argue at this point.

"Have a seat, lover boy." She gives me a solid push back.

There's something in her tone and eyes that my brain can't quite grasp. My dick doesn't have the same problem. It's at attention and growing larger by the second. Danny's strong, but there's no chance of her pushing me down unless I allow it. My back hits the hard back of the sofa as Danny sinks to her knees.

Fuck me sideways.

She kneels up a bit, and her tongue extends and runs over the tip of my cock.

"Shit, Danny, what the hell?" It's not really a question, because if she stops I don't know what I'll do. Her tongue takes the air from my lungs, and the next second I release a growl as she closes her mouth over the head. Her tongue is still working and I feel its slick surface as she twirls it around. I move back farther against the sofa and her eyes rise to mine.

Holy fucking God, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I've had more blow jobs than I can count on my fingers and toes. It's her large brown eyes, staring at me as her mouth works my dick. She slides down my cock slowly and her cheeks suck in. She makes every other blow job fly right out of my head. She's watching me and, for a few seconds, I close my eyes, fighting the need to come within thirty seconds of her going down on me. When I open them again, she starts using her hand up and down my length, opposite to the rhythm of her mouth. I want her hair loose. I want it surrounding her face and brushing my thighs. Another time. There's no way in hell I'm changing anything about this.

She takes her hand away and uses just her mouth as her fingers go to the waist of my jeans and boxers. She pulls and I lift up, so they slide under me while she pushes them down my legs. She takes advantage, and cups my balls with one hand and returns the other to my cock.

I'm losing it when all I want is for this to continue for an eternity. Her fingers, her mouth, her tongue consume me. Within too short a time, the well-known tightening of my balls can't be denied.

"Fuck, Danny, I'm there, pull back," I groan in a way I've never heard leave my mouth.

She has my dick halfway down her throat and a rumble of need growls inside her throat, which sends me over the edge. The pulse of my seed shoots, and she's there to take it. All of it. My hips buck. Her eyes are closed now, and I finally lean my head back against the sofa and close mine.

Fuck.

She moves, but I don't open my eyes. I need a moment and I'm expecting her to crawl onto the sofa so I can hold her. I reach a hand out, but her warmth doesn't settle against me. I open my eyes and she isn't there. All I see is the front door closing.

What the fuck?

I jump up and trip as my jeans get tangled with my boots. I jerk them up, and practically hop to the door as I'm struggling with the zipper. I throw open the door just in time to see Danny's truck pulling away. My cell rings and I almost don't answer, but I jerk it out of my pants pocket and see Danny's name. I tap the screen.

"That's my one-night-stand, lover boy. If friendship is what you want, then we might manage it. But that's it for sex. My body, my terms, and believe me, when it comes to lovin' and leavin', I learned from the best. Think about it and get back to me if you want to have a beer sometime." She disconnects.

I stare in the direction of her truck.

I'm fucked.