The Lost and Found Series

by Amanda Mackey

  Alternating between both nipples, one hand massaged my neck and shoulders as I tormented him. With a bellow as I bit a tad too hard, we both rolled so I rested on top of him, both his legs parting, allowing me to fall in between. Steady hands ripped my shirt off, and then his open mouth took one of my breasts through the lacy fabric of my bra.

  “Ugh. Your tits, woman. A fine feast I’m about to gorge on.”

  My bra disappeared quicker than my shirt, freeing me to his face. Lifting me upward and in line with his lips, he wasted no time indulging in me. This time I groaned loudly, a zing of electricity rocketing from my nipple to every pleasure point south. He hummed at my response, my body writhing against him.

  “Mmm. Look at you, coming alive under my touch. Your nipple is so hard.” Flicking it with his tongue, he moved to the other one and ate in a glutinous feast while palming my butt and wrenching me into his hard mass. “There’s no going back now, angel. This is happening.”

  I wouldn’t deny him this time. I needed it as much as he did. The way he touched me as if I were a priceless work of art, wrecked me. I came completely undone. His rigid, corrugated abs flexed further under my touch. I dragged my lips from his and lowered myself on a path of erotic destruction by licking and nipping my way to the grand prize. But first I needed to rid him of the intrusive clothing that hindered me from hitting my target. Unzipping his jeans, I shimmied them down his hips, noting the absence of underwear, possibly due to the fact he didn’t want to wear Nick’s, and marveled at his male perfection jutting skyward. It twitched as I raised my eyes to Harley’s, noting the crude way he watched and waited.

  The position gave me power. The power to pleasure him while enjoying the fine dining experience. Lowering my mouth to the tip while still eying him, I let my tongue roll out and moisten the head all over, laving around the edges.

  The motion pulled a hoarse groan from him, followed by a steady flow of heated bed-talk. “Mmm. Watching that pretty mouth taste me is all kinds of hot. Don’t close those stunning eyes. I want to see you take me all the way in. I want every reaction, sound, and emotion from you scorched into my psyche.”

  God, he was sexy. I couldn’t remember who or if anyone had ever had my full attention while giving oral. It opened me up to him and exposed every morsel of desire. I truly came to life.

  Fixating on his enlarged pupils, I went to town on his entire length, only losing his sight when I neared the bottom. Angling him toward me, I used my tongue and lips to deliver maximum sensation, loving his strained abdominal muscles and agonized grunts. It brought about my own pleasure, knowing I gave him what he needed.

  My mind focused only on him and the way he cherished every lick, suck, and kiss by his sharp intake of breath and tense muscles.

  “Keep that up and it will be over real quick,” he growled, lifting himself off the pillows to place both his demanding hands underneath my armpits to draw me back up. “As much as I love to watch my hard cock disappear inside those sultry lips, I need more of you.”

  He didn’t have to elaborate. I felt the same. Diving in for a seductive, passionate kiss, I lined myself up over him using my hands. Upon lashing my tongue against his, I lowered my hips down, moaning with bliss as he pierced me, stretching and filling me completely, only minutely taking away the ache to be possessed by him.

  “Shit. Shit!” he barked, heaving his hips up, inching that little further so I felt a blissful stab of pleasurable pain. I wailed.

  “Harley! Oh God!” I didn’t rise up, but ground against him, enjoying the fullness and complete connection as we continued our visual staring session. Everything he felt gazed back at me in his torrid, dark orbs. Like me, he didn’t blink much because he didn’t want to miss a thing. His constant vocal noises mimicked my own. What I needed, he offered, and what I gave, he took.

  Steady fingers found my breasts again, my already engorged beads delighting at the added attention. I couldn’t remain still any longer. Everything in me screamed for glorious friction and so I obliged. Resting my hands on his broad chest gave me the leverage I needed to take the reins and ride forcibly, angling myself differently with each thrust downward to discover new sensitive spots inside that had me cry out in wondrous ecstasy.

  Harley held firm, enabling me to use him to my advantage. He clearly enjoyed me taking charge.

  “This right here. This is everything. You. Me. The connection. There is nothing else, Mac.” His hand came to my face. Stroking. Worshipping. I became the Goddess he allowed me to be. The Goddess buried inside who’d never been encouraged to show herself. She simply needed someone to coax her out. The vixen. Life surged through my veins, and for the very first time, I truly felt like me.

  I rose with the sudden power I had been given and paused before sliding deliciously back down, watching all the tics in Harley’s face and neck as he struggled to keep his eyes focused. They glazed over yet remained steady. So sexy.

  Cupping both breasts, he kneaded them while tweaking my nipples. Exquisite didn’t cover the sensation, but I needed to keep things slow for now to draw out every ounce of pleasure we both had to give.

  “Kiss me, angel,” he soothed, his tongue moistening both lips.

  That mouth. God, that mouth. It beckoned without him having to beg.

  Leaning against him, our mouths came together with fierce recklessness while our bodies remained slow and languid. The combination drove me wild, along with the thumping of Harley’s heart against my chest. Both of his hands gripped my ass, pulling me harder into his groin in jerky movements. Clearly he struggled to keep his composure.

  Tongues and teeth clashed. Lips bruised. Harley held me firm as he took back control, the gentle slide and pull of his cock remaining sensually lazy.

  “You feel so good like this,” he whispered, only breaking contact momentarily. “I didn’t think I’d be able to do slow with you, but I’m loving every second of it.”

  Him and me both. I’d never done slow with Nick. He’d always gone hell for leather and it was over before it began, due to his ‘busy schedule.’ To spend the time enjoying another man like this could easily become my new favorite pastime. My sweet addiction.

  The build was deliriously slow, but with each thrust from below, I climbed higher on the rung of pleasure.

  The ‘more’ I craved filled not only my body and soul, but the entire room. The man I’d saved had essentially begun to do the same to me. He saved me from the shackles of duty and tedium, leading me to another level of intimacy. There would be no going back from this. No going back from him. How could I now? I wanted to cry things out. Read him my heart and the words filling it.

  “Hey.” His thumb pushed into my mouth. “I’m losing you.” He stilled below, bringing me back from my head. Biting down on the intrusion, I let my lips glide around it as he pulled it back out.

  “No! You’re not. I’m here. With you. It’s so damn intense, that’s all. I’ve never had this.”

  Smiling, he sat up so we were still coupled, forcing me to bring my legs around his lower back. “I haven’t even begun yet, angel. Whatever you’ve had in the past? Forget it. My mind might not remember most things, but my body doesn’t need a past. It only needs now. It’s running on pure instinct. You free me, gorgeous. You let me walk in the present. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I need you so much.”

  The welling of tears had my lip quiver. So sweet. So real and honest. I didn’t want to cry. The moment held too many positives to bawl like a baby, even if they were tears of joy.

  Swallowing hard, I gave him my own broad grin, feathering over his face lightly with fingers that wanted to steal everything.

  “I can’t believe you’re real. Are you positive I’m not dreaming? Because if I am, I never want to wake up.”

  For the first time his eyes closed as my fingers danced over his delicate eyelids, feeling the twitching underneath. Still we sat, basking in nothing and everything. Time ticked on, yet stood still as we luxuriat
ed in oblivion.

  “I’m real, Mac. Don’t ever doubt that. Now, are we gonna sit here talking all night or am I going to fly you to the stars?”

  I shivered. Harley enabled me to grasp those stars. They’d always been so far away, yet he brought them to me with little effort.

  “Don’t move. Let me move you.”

  Not sure what he meant, it became clear when he grabbed my hips as if I weighed nothing and began moving me up and down on him while I clung on. Throwing my head back, I couldn’t keep my eyes focused. They closed on a wave of delirium as he manipulated me as if I were an instrument and he the musician.

  Every downward drag touched a sensitive spot that had me cry out for more…a hidden corner of me no one had ever dared to find.

  “Mmm. You like that?” he croaked, bringing his fiery, lush mouth back to my breast, scalding every inch of skin.

  “Yes. God, don’t stop. Ever.”

  Chuckling against my nipple, he began to pick up the pace. His throat vibrated with animalistic sounds that rumbled through me. I shuddered once, not quite there yet, but close. His teeth clamped on, sending a buzz of momentary pain outward before it morphed into greedy want as it followed the path to my splayed, open thighs.

  He expanded further, stretching me to my limit, creating the push I needed to surge into glory. My breath caught and held, my mind attempting to catch up with my body. Deep within my womb an excruciating bliss-bomb exploded, sending me flying into orbit. My hips bucked and my back arched as I soared.

  “I got you,” Harley groaned.

  And he did. He held me fast with just gentle rocking as a foreign, prolonged sound erupted from my voice box. It appeared as if I suffered, and by God I did. I floated on the very best stream of gratification which reached every hormone-ravaged cell.

  More feasting on my breasts held me in nirvana, along with male moans mixed with the scent of orgasm and mild sweat. The combination drove forth more sensation.

  “Yeah. That’s my girl. Let go and feel how good it is. Fall and I’ll catch you.”

  His words egged me on as I continued to climax, not knowing how he held his own release at bay. Every tense muscle in me became pliant and droopy and I let go of everything holding me prisoner.

  “Show me your eyes,” he commanded.

  My head flopped forward until we found each other. I could barely keep my lids from closing as I quaked and shook.

  Even though I drifted, as I looked at him again, we flew together. I burned for him, and the way his dark pupils fully expanded in lust, I knew he held onto his control by a thread. His body brought me freedom but his eyes captured everything else as he let me in to see the deepest part of him. A window into the man who’d lost everything, yet in our intimate moment, appeared to have found what he’d always been looking for. I knew because it mirrored my own incredible revelation. We’d found ourselves in each other.

  Waiting for my crashing wave to recede, he lowered us to the bed and flipped us again so he was on top. Pushing my knees up high and spreading me further apart, I noticed a flick switch in his demeanor.

  “My turn.” Kissing the inside of my upper leg, he towered over me, all primed, gleaming muscle, ready for battle.

  I could do nothing but nod, accepting his onslaught, which I knew would destroy me, totally.

  There was no easing into it. He had passed the point of slow and gone straight to annihilate.

  Heaven have mercy. I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow at work.

  He snarled as he pummeled me into the mattress, my dwindling orgasm having not totally disappeared. My nerve endings still sparked and ignited to flames once more.

  His eyes flashed from mine to where he plowed in and out. He sucked in air through his open mouth in between cusses and grunts. His nipples were as hard as mine, the veins in his neck protruding, bracketing each side of the rigid column.

  He let go a howl, locking on to my half-shut eyes and flaying open his very soul while he thrust hard once. Twice. Three times, before stilling as scorching magma spilled inside me, spurring a rolling climax to rocket out of nowhere as my cervix contracted once more.

  Smothering me with his shaking physique, he murmured in my ear, “Don’t leave me.”

  Again with the ‘don’t leave me’ plea. He had issues with abandonment I hoped we could sort out. I needed to assure him of my intentions.

  “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

  Chapter Three

  Harley

  I never wanted to let her go. The woman had me. All of me. Resting in a tangled mess of limbs, I listened to her quiet breathing, unable to fall asleep. Her bedside clock read 11 p.m. Our hot session hadn’t ended with sex, but had continued in the form of feathery touches and soft kisses. The reality of making love to Mac differed greatly from my fantasies. Her trust in me and the way she gave herself over to her feelings blew my mind. We’d clicked together and locked into place like some laser-cut key and keyhole.

  She’d seen me vulnerable and open, and I, her. We’d both totally thrown our guards down, the sensation liberating. Like she now knew me, better than I knew myself: a man with no past. That, in itself, freed me.

  My hand rested on her stomach as I lay on my side watching the way her lips had fallen apart and her hair fanned out a knotty mess on the pillow. She took my breath away.

  I didn’t want to leave her to move in with Viper. It would make her vulnerable. Perhaps I’d discuss her moving in with my friend and I. At least until the assailant who’d attacked me had been either killed or arrested. An alarm being fitted to her apartment didn’t necessarily mean she’d remain safe. I couldn’t keep an eye on her while I wasn’t here.

  The thought of anything happening to her soured my stomach. In a short time my feelings for her had escalated into something vast. Maybe even love. I wouldn’t tell her that though. She still had to deal with her ex. The way she’d cherished me with her eyes and body earlier had me hoping she felt the same or at least enough to keep seeing me.

  Sometime in the small hours of morning, I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew the bedroom light had been switched on and a loud voice cried out, “What the hell? You have got to be kidding me!”

  I sat upright and Mac stirred, rubbing her bleary eyes. The sky lightened outside. Turning to the male voice, I cursed, seeing Nick standing in the doorway, bag in hand, fury on his face.

  The moment Mac turned and realized who stood before us she gasped and drew the sheet tighter around her.

  “Nick! What are you doing here? I mean, it’s barely morning!”

  “I live here, remember?” he roared. “And what the hell is he still doing here? In our bed! Naked! Jesus, Mac!” Dropping his bag, he scrubbed a hand over his face before stalking toward me.

  “You! Get the fuck out of my bed and my house! Now! You son of a bitch. You moved right in on my girlfriend the moment I left. How convenient I had to leave town.”

  There were so many things I wanted to say, but it really wasn’t my place. Rising stark naked, I threw on some boxers—some of Nick’s boxers—and stalked into the kitchen, giving him a leer as I pushed past. Mac needed to speak with the guy alone. I prayed she had the strength to kick him to the curb or tell him she’d had enough. Closing the door to give them privacy, I tamped down my guilt that I had caused all of this. It hadn’t been my intention. If Mac had been happy with her boyfriend I would have backed the fuck off, but ‘blind Freddy’ could see her misery.

  While I switched on the coffee pot and sat at the table, raised voices echoed down the hallway. I tried not to listen, catching only a few words at a time.

  “never home…work…sick of it…”

  “…cheating…us…him…”

  If things got too heated, I’d have no choice but to step in to protect Mac. Until then I needed to have faith she could handle it on her own. As much as Nick seemed like a straight-laced executive type, who knew what he’d do if pushed.

  Damn. She d
idn’t need this. I’d been too hasty in throwing myself at her. Maybe I did need to leave and trust that Nick would keep her safe. Letting the idea float in my sleep-deprived brain, I rebutted it. Like hell he could keep her safe. His work came first. He didn’t look the type to be able to protect her, let alone himself, regardless of his current anger. No. I’d stand by my pledge to keep her unharmed at all costs.

  When drawers and doors began slamming, my hands gripped the edge of the table, preparing to act. My soldier instincts whispered to me that a possible threat loomed, my feet were flat on the floor, ready to kick off and run.

  The bedroom door swung open, the sound of the handle hitting the plasterboard, followed by heavy footsteps and more drawers and cupboards being opened and closed.

  “I can’t be with someone who puts work first, regardless of why you do it. Don’t you see that? So many times, we arranged to spend time together only to have you cancel. I’m sick of it.”

  “Oh you’re sick of it? How about being more understanding about what I want or need? I work for you. For our future. A little understanding would go a long way to supporting me.”

  “This conversation keeps repeating itself. I don’t care about the future. I care about the now. And at present I’m not getting anything from this relationship. Nothing.”

  “So you jump into bed with a stranger? Who are you, Mac? The girl I met never would have considered that.”

  “The girl you met has changed. The girl you met found out she needed more!” Mac’s voice was shrill with frustration.

  “Oh, and you think he can give you that?” Watch it, asshole. My ears burned. Damn straight I can give her that, you selfish prick.

  “It’s not about Harley. It’s about us. We’ve grown so far apart I can’t see you anymore.”

  “Whatever. I know when I’m not wanted. I’ll get my name taken off the lease. Here. Give lover boy these keys. I’m sure he’ll be needing them.”