by Kane, Jessa
Mine. I knew it the moment I saw her.
My future just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
I wonder if she has a single clue she’s already sealed her fate.
Barely holding myself in check from tossing her up on the table and ripping off the rest of her starched uniform, I start to roll up my sleeves instead, though I pause when her sexy tits are revealed. Mouthwatering. Small. Lifted by cream-colored lace. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making them bounce.
“Christ. You’re a goddamn knockout, Meadow.”
Pink suffuses her cheeks. “I bet you say that to all the masseuses.”
“I’ve never had a massage before.”
I expect her to call bullshit, so I’m surprised when her expression turns kind of wistful. “Really?” Her gaze dances across my shoulders. “And you don’t want me to give you one? I’m good. I bet I can put you right to sleep.”
“See, that’s why I don’t get massages. Why would I want to fall asleep in a strange place with my back to the door?”
“Most people don’t worry about sneak attacks during a massage.”
Unable to resist the call of her soft skin another second, I rub my knuckles in a circle around her belly button. “I ain’t most people, gorgeous.”
Her nipples turn to little points inside her bra, but she doesn’t try to hide her body’s reaction. No, she pushes the waistband of her pants down and wiggles her hips until the garment falls.
My cock grows another inch at the sight of her lush thighs and the pussy between. The lace of her panties gives me enough of a view to the flesh beneath that I know she’s bare and I’m already licking my lips, savoring what’s to come. Because if she tastes half as good as she looks, I just found my new favorite meal.
“You like what you see, Mr. McManus?”
My laughter is threaded with darkness. “You have no fucking idea how much. But you’re still wearing clothes, aren’t you?” I loosen her ponytail, tossing aside the thin band, before sliding my fingers through her hair and gripping, tilting her face up toward the ceiling. “We’ve spent ten minutes talking. That only leaves me fifty minutes to touch. Show me the rest.”
I’m not usually so commanding with women. I just don’t care enough to be anything but aloof and pressed for time. But there’s an intuition in my bones about Meadow. Like maybe she stands up to me because she wants me to push back. Maybe even needs it. I don’t know how else to explain the goosebumps that cover her delicious-looking skin or the way she moans gently when I twist my grip a little in her hair, all while she maintains that defiant look in her eye.
Her fingers tremble as she unhooks the front snap of her bra and shimmies her shoulders, sending the lace cascading down her arms. “There,” she gasps, lashes fluttering. “Happy?”
I lean down and trail my tongue across the seam of her lips. When she parts them, I give the interior of her mouth a long lick. “I won’t be happy until your come is dripping off my fucking chin, Meadow.”
Her shocked intake of breath is still hanging in the air when I pull her up onto her toes for a longer kiss. There’s the smallest of hesitations on her part and then she’s refusing to let my lips win the battle. Fuck. This hot little firecracker. What she does to my blood. It’s zapping and heating to a degree it’s never been before and will never be again. Not with anyone but her.
I keep one hand locked in her hair and the free one trails down to her ass, shoving inside her panties to test the perfection of her ass cheeks. High, firm little things that almost make me come in my pants. Her new throne is my lap. Everywhere we go, I’m going to sit her sweet bottom right on top of my dick and make people kneel at her feet. Where the hell has this girl been my whole life?
An ugly thought rears its head and I rip my mouth away from hers, leaning down until our foreheads are touching. “How the hell did my friend know I was going to love this massage so much? You put your pretty hands on other men?”
Meadow’s mouth drops open and I almost kiss her again, instead of waiting for an answer. Almost. My uncontrollable jealousy forces me to wait, holding my breath. “Don’t you dare act possessive with me,” she breathes. “I just met you today. I don’t owe you an explanation for anything.”
“Meadow,” I growl against her mouth. “Answer me.”
“I haven’t had any appointments with men. Yet.” She seems annoyed with herself for giving up that information. Even more so when I smile at the admission. “He probably heard about me on Yelp, Walker. Calm down.”
“Calm down?” I spin her around so she’s facing the table and use my right hand to tug down her panties, palming her backside roughly. “I’ve killed men over that kind of disrespect.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
“Oh no?” I step to the side just enough to deliver a quick swat to her tight ass. Then another three more hard slaps in quick succession. “How about now?”
Her only response is to moan and arch her back.
Jesus. Yes. My intuition about Meadow was right. She’s a fucking hellcat but she wants to be tamed in the sack and I’m the only man who’ll ever get the honor. I’m so primed for the opportunity to tickle her kink until she implodes that I almost forget we’re not fucking today. She told me we’re not sleeping together, and while I’m dying to get my aching cock inside her, I want her one hundred percent willing ahead of time, not just in the heat of the moment.
No, this is supposed to be about her pleasure and how well I can provide it.
When I told her I wasn’t positive about my adeptness with women, I was telling the truth. However, I’m sure as fuck giving this girl as many orgasms as she needs. I won’t rest until I’ve found out what makes her squeal and delivered it. Repeatedly. I’ll damn well become a certified Meadow Expert before the hour is up.
I crack my palm across her ass several more times, until she’s squeezing her thighs together and clawing at the massage table. Judging she’s on the edge of climaxing already, I stop the spanking, desperate to taste that honey on my tongue when she releases it. Her dazed expression when I turn her back around is my undoing. She’s so beautiful, so full of life, I can’t fucking breathe.
My mouth finds hers of its own volition and our tongues drag together greedily, while my hand peels down her panties further, letting them drop to her ankles. The second we break for air, I throw her up onto the table, grab her knees and yank her to the edge. My knees land on the ground, putting me eye level with the snuggest, sweetest-looking cunt in existence. I’m positive of it.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, face flushed. “I can’t believe this is happening. I…I shouldn’t be doing this…you said you were going to massage me. Not k-kiss me and—”
“I said I’d put my hands and mouth wherever I want.” I trail my tongue up the inside of her thigh, heading straight for heaven. “I didn’t say which one would be doing the massaging.”
“You have a way of twisting words to suit you.”
“And you love that I know how.”
There’s just a split second of time where she smiles at me, I smile back, and that’s it. This is where I fall in love with Meadow. An inch away from her pussy while she graces me with a quirk of her lips. She becomes the most important thing in my life, just like that, because nothing and no one has ever filled me with this much purpose. Or affection. I’m in love with this girl. In love without an exit, as if I’d ever fucking look for one.
“You want your massage, don’t you?” I tease the seam of her pussy with the tip of my tongue, the scent of oranges and Meadow giving my cock the weight of an anvil. “Open your legs and let me give it to you, gorgeous. I’m paying good money to have you make a mess all over my face.”
She falls back on the table, as if unable to help it, catching herself on both elbows. Slowly, inch by wary inch, she spreads her thighs and I waste zero seconds licking through the wet valley of her pussy. Her back jolts off the table in an arch and she lets out a broken sob. “Walker. W
alker.”
Now that she’s said my name while I’m eating her pussy, I have no choice but to unzip my pants and beat off. I stroke in time with each drag of my tongue, jerking faster while I bat her clit with light flicks, slower when I’m savoring her with long tastes, all the way from her puckered asshole to the bundle of nerves that makes her whine and beg for me to keep going. The world’s most expensive wine, the earth’s rarest delicacies, could not compare to the taste of Meadow’s cunt. She’s intoxicating. Sweet. Juicy. Smooth.
I’m ready to lay down my kingdom at her feet even before I twist a finger inside her slight opening and find out she’s never been fucked.
Jesus Christ. A virgin.
“Mine,” I growl. I’m speaking to Meadow. Her virginity, too. “Mine!”
I’m speaking to everyone who walks upright.
Meadow belongs to Walker.
“Please don’t stop,” she gasps, her hips rocking on the table, making her pussy slide up, down and side to side on my waiting tongue. “Oh, I’m…its…so good.”
Not wanting to pop her cherry with my long finger, I withdraw it to her opening where I play with her hole, rubbing circles around it and picturing that first ride. I’d lay odds my little firecracker will do her best to buck me off. “This hole is where my cock goes, Meadow. It’s been waiting for me.”
Her knees hug the sides of my head, beginning to shake, and I watch her belly and tits heave from below while licking her clit, over and over. “Yes. Yes. Yours!”
Satisfaction digs its claws into my gut, along with possessiveness, jealousy and outright lust. My dick it so engorged inside my fapping fist, I can’t wait another second to blow and when her perfect pussy clenches against my tongue and she groans, I suckle her clit and let thick ropes of come out onto the floor. Christ. Christ. I’ve never lost myself this way. No control. Just burning, necessary release. So much spend leaves me at once, my stomach sucks in and expands with a long, guttural growl, my lips still drawing on her pretty pink bud.
Licking Meadow’s pleasure off my chin bolsters my climax yet again and I pull away from her pussy to keep from biting into her with my teeth. Laying claim like a fucking animal. This woman has turned me into a fiend.
When I’ve finally drained myself, I gain my feet and step between Meadow’s limp thighs, pulling her against me in a tight hug. I stroke her hair and kiss her bare shoulders, suddenly worried I’ve made a misstep by offering her money. A lot of money that I will gladly pay, as long as she knows how important she is to me. Was I so caught up in getting close to her by any means necessary that I’ve put a blemish on our first day together?
“W-wow. That’s settled. You’ve got skills,” she says breathlessly.
I brush off the compliment in favor of my concern, although I’m gratified as hell to know I pleased her. “Meadow.”
She blinks up at me, so soft and pretty that I can barely hear over the pounding of my heart. “Yeah?” she whispers, searching my eyes.
Before I can respond, there’s a loud knock at the door. “Fuck off,” I snarl over my shoulder, though I fasten my pants just in case someone barges in. Goddamn. It didn’t even occur to me once how vulnerable I was while on my knees, lost in the sweetest pussy on the face of the earth. Anyone could have walked in.
“Sorry, boss.” It’s Richie. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but we’ve got some business you need to hear about. I decided you’d be angrier if I didn’t tell you. There’s some, uh…activity at the den.”
The den refers to my offices, which are legit on the surface, but houses a gambling operation in the back, among other things. If there’s activity there, either my enemies are sniffing around or someone spotted a Fed. I’m betting on the former, since the Feds have tried to come at me before, but can’t make anything stick. Most of what my old man taught me centered on avoiding charges. The McManuses are famous for being Teflon.
So if I had to guess, I’d say my rivals are trying to get a rise out of me.
Draw me out.
Looking down into Meadow’s beautiful face, I realize for the first time what a liability she’s going to be for a man like me. By making her mine, I’m effectively turning her into a target. Some of my panic must be showing on my face, because a crease forms between Meadow’s brows. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” I say hoarsely.
I’ll guard her. I’ll protect her with my life.
Nothing and no one will ever get to her.
Relax.
“Boss?” Richie calls hesitantly through the door.
“I’ll call someone to take you home, Richie.” He lives closer to me near the bay. I never bring him with me when there might be trouble. I sigh my frustration over having to leave Meadow early. “Look, I have to go handle something.”
She stiffens and withdraws immediately, trying to slide off the table and get around me.
“Hey,” I bark, pulling her struggling body up against mine, tipping up her chin until she looks at me. “I’m coming back.”
“Sure.” She tries to break my hold. “Don’t forget to leave a Yelp review.”
“Meadow,” I growl in warning. “I don’t like you doubting me. I said I’m coming back and I will. If God and the devil joined forces, they couldn’t keep me away from you, gorgeous.” Her struggles die down. “You and me. It’s a done deal. Understand? I’m sorry I have to leave like this, but I’d be lying if I said it was the last time it’s going to happen. I’m a busy motherfucker. But I hate…”
“You hate what?” she whispers.
I try to clear the new tightness from my throat. “I hate every second standing in between now and when I see you again. Say you know that.”
Her ball buster attitude slips back into place and she shrugs a dainty shoulder. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.”
I kiss her hard on the mouth. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”
There’s a smile in her eyes. “My last appointment ends at five.”
I frame her jaw and squeeze lightly. “No male clients, right?”
She shakes her head no and I relax.
“Good. I’ll be back before then.” A few moments later, I take my checkbook out of my pants pocket and write her the check while she watches. “This is just paper, Meadow. It ain’t what brought us together, understand? We’ve got something real here. Bigger than money.” Something closes around my windpipe when I hand her the check, because it feels like goodbye. Even if it’s temporary, I don’t like leaving her. “I’m sending someone over to watch this place while I’m gone.”
I drive my tongue into her mouth before she can question me, kissing her long and hard while I palm her incredible tits, memorizing their shape and give, the exact right pressure on her nipples that makes her moan into my mouth.
“Bye, Walker,” she drawls, pushing me toward the door. “Either be good…or be good at being bad.”
I’m laughing as I slide out of the room, drinking in one final look at my future wife while making sure the door blocks her from view.
“How was the massage, boss?” Richie asks.
“You were right, Rich,” I say, slapping him on the shoulder. “Best goddamn massage of my life.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Meadow
I peer out the front window of the spa, not exactly sure how I feel about the black Escalade parked at the curb. Or the muscle man leaning against the driver’s side door with his hands folded in front of his lap, looking lethal as a viper. When Walker was standing in front of me, his dark navy eyes twinkling—and that mouth saying all the right things—the idea of being guarded seemed totally reasonable.
But Walker is not here now. He’s off somewhere dealing with “activity” and I’m wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.
I think I might have formed some kind of entanglement with the most notorious crime boss in Boston. Yeah…I think that’s what happened? I mean, I was offered enough money to pay off my student loans, buy myself a sick ride and pay re
nt for a year. I took the offer, because it was too good to pass up, plus there are worse ways to make a hundred grand. A lot worse.
There are probably a lot of women out there who would pay a man who looks like Walker to go down on them. Yet somehow I walked away with my first male-provided orgasm and the cash.
Not to mention, Walker wants seconds.
A tingle works its way through my belly and turns my nipples hard. The sensitive flesh between my thighs heats and turns pliant at the memory of his tongue licking me with such relish. And that finger. How full, how possessed it had made me feel.
I thought the goal was to be no one’s possession, though. I’d been present for the forming and destruction of my mother’s relationships. Seen how they made her crumble. I’d vowed never to let my path be dictated by others. That’s why I’d clawed my way to where I am now. With my own place, a respectable job. One that I loved. How could I let my resolve vanish in the blink of an eye?
Even with my shiny check for a hundred grand, I still won’t stop working. I love it too much. I love being useful. Being productive. With my new nest egg, I’ll work even harder to make up for the advantage I’ve been given.
A familiar man strides down the sidewalk, only to be halted by my bodyguard. Oh crap. My skeevy boss was now being interrogated by Walker’s employee. That was not good. The man who employed me had a whopping case of little man syndrome and wouldn’t take kindly to being questioned by the much bigger dude. We would all be victims to his inevitable bad mood. Let’s just hope he doesn’t find out the man outside the SUV is posted there because of me.
Randall blows through the front door of the spa a minute later, his loud entrance shattering the tranquility. There are two massage therapists in back with clients, but he doesn’t seem to care.