Out of Uniform Box Set: Books 1-3

by Kennedy, Elle

  “You’re turned on, aren’t you?”

  The word “yes” slipped out before she could stop it.

  A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

  “You’re my best friend,” she whispered.

  “Not tonight.” He gave a decisive nod, punctuated by another thrust of his groin. “Tonight I’m not your friend, Mac. Tonight I’m the man who’s going to fuck you senseless.”

  She moaned.

  He merely smiled again, before his eyes narrowed and his features grew taut. “Last chance, Mac. If you want me to leave, say the word. If not, then you can’t fight this any longer.” He cocked his head, dark eyes cloudy with both anticipation and challenge. “What’ll it be?”

  She gulped. A part of her wanted to tell him to go, leave before things got out of hand. Another part of her realized that it was too late. This was already out of hand, and the only thing to do now was ride it out.

  “Stay,” she murmured.

  “Very good decision.”

  He kissed her again, and this time she responded with fervor. As their tongues tangled, she couldn’t fight the wave of disbelief flooding through her, the voice that kept reminding her who she was playing tonsil hockey with at the moment. Kissing Will was surreal. Surreal and yet so incredible she didn’t think she’d ever get enough.

  Outside, the rain continued to pour, slapping at the house. The sound of the pounding rain matched the pounding of her heart, the howl of the wind echoed the desire howling through her body.

  She groaned in disappointment when Will broke the kiss, but he ignored the protest and lifted her into his arms. At five-eight, she could hardly be considered petite, but Will made her feel as light as a feather as he carried her up the stairs and across the dark hallway toward her bedroom.

  He deposited her on the bed, placed her on the already tangled sheets and shot her a pointed look.

  “W-what is it?” she stammered.

  “You know what I want, Mac. Give it to me.”

  Her pulse raced, the thump-thump of her heart reverberating in her ears. The taunting rasp of his voice told her exactly what he wanted. What she’d confessed to wanting herself.

  She drew a breath and filled her lungs with much-needed oxygen. Then, without breaking the gaze, she shimmied out of her boxers and threw them aside. Her pussy was exposed, smooth and bare from a recent visit to the salon, wet from the arousal Will elicited inside her.

  Darkness bathed the bedroom, making it hard to decipher his expression.

  “Turn over.”

  His order coincided with a flash of lightning that illuminated his face and revealed the seductive glimmer in those piercing black eyes.

  Without taking off her nightshirt, she rolled over and positioned herself so she was on her hands and knees. She lifted her ass into the air, stifling a moan when she heard him move closer. His clothing rustled, and then his hands caressed her bare bottom.

  Shivers scurried down her spine. She waited.

  “Will,” she murmured.

  She flinched when she felt the sting of his palm against her ass.

  “No talking.” His voice was gravelly. “I want you stay on your knees, stay quiet, while I do what I want with you.”

  Moisture soaked her inner thighs. Who was this man? It couldn’t be Will, couldn’t be the man she’d confided in and depended on for so many years. He had become a different person. Demanding, bold, sexy. She ought to be angry at him for talking to her this way, commanding her as if she were nothing more than a warm body solely there for his pleasure, but she wasn’t angry. She was turned on. Hot. Aching.

  “That’s the fantasy, isn’t it, baby?” She felt his warm breath on her cheeks, tickling her exposed slit. “You don’t want to be in control anymore. You want a man who’ll take what he pleases from you.”

  He was reciting her own words back to her, and each one caused her to grow wetter.

  Yes, it was what she wanted. What she’d always wanted. Living with the visions required holding on to every ounce of control and willpower she possessed. She constantly had to keep herself grounded, restrained, if only to preserve her sanity, sanity that was threatened with each new vision. The restraint followed her into the bedroom, caused her to take charge of her sexual encounters so she wouldn’t feel vulnerable.

  That’s how she felt right now. Vulnerable. And with that unfamiliar emotion came a sense of liberation.

  “Are you going to be a good girl while I take what I want?” he asked roughly.

  She managed a nod.

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes,” she choked out.

  “Good.”

  She trembled when his finger slid down the crease of her ass toward her wet slit. He toyed with her opening, dipping his finger into the moisture pooled there. She thrust her butt out, desperate to feel those long, talented fingers inside her, but he ignored the silent request and moved his hand away. His index finger danced north again, this time rubbing her ass, teasing the puckered hole. At the first feel of the erotic invasion, she clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip to stifle a cry of pleasure.

  His soft chuckle broke through the silence. “You like it, don’t you, baby? My finger inside your tight ass?”

  She shuddered. Anticipation so great, so intense, slammed into her and had her sagging against the mattress. “Will,” she started, but he silenced her with another gentle slap.

  He pushed the tip of his finger into her ass. When a moan escaped her lips, he spanked her again.

  Oh God. She wasn’t sure she could take any more of this. Her entire body reacted to him. Muscles taut, legs quivering, nipples as hard as icicles.

  The hiss of a zipper being tugged down filled the air. Will’s finger left her. She heard him slide out of his jeans, the denim making a soft thud as it hit the hardwood floor. She heard the sound of plastic ripping as he rolled on a condom. Lightning flashed against the windowpane. A crash of thunder followed. She held her breath. She waited. And still he made no move to touch her again.

  Eagerness coiled in her belly. Her skin was tight, muscles tense, and she knew, any second now, she’d explode. The ripples of her impending orgasm rose to the surface, danced just out of reach.

  It seemed like hours before he spoke again.

  “You’ve got such a sweet pussy,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

  She whimpered, wanting to beg him to do it, to slide his cock deep inside her, but she stayed quiet like he’d ordered.

  He moved closer, the tip of his dick brushing over her ass cheeks.

  Long fingers gripping her ass, digging into her flesh…

  She climaxed before he even entered her.

  The orgasm sizzled down her spine, bringing with it streaks of lightning and a crash of thunder that had nothing to do with the storm wreaking havoc outside the farmhouse. Dear God. She gasped for air, coming hard and fast, her soft cries and uncontrollable moans filling the bedroom.

  She sank forward on her hands, unable to hold herself up, but Will grabbed her hips and forced her to stay in position. He plunged his cock into her, the force of the thrust causing her to gasp again.

  “Take it in,” he muttered, his fingers clutching her ass. “All of it, Mackenzie.”

  She inhaled deeply, forcing her muscles to relax. He was big, his cock long and thick as it filled her pussy. With past lovers, she’d only taken in what she wanted, didn’t allow them to push the boundaries, but Will didn’t give her a choice. He slammed into her roughly.

  He gripped her hips tightly and drove into her with a pace that was feverish and wild. Her inner muscles clasped over him. “You’re so tight, Mac,” he ground out.

  Rotating his hips, he slowed the pace, his hand reaching down to find her swollen clit. He rolled the nub between his fingers, massaging it gently.

  Arousal spun through her like a tornado, blowing across her flushed skin until she could barely breathe from the heat consumin
g her body. Will grabbed her hand and brought it up to her clit, forced her to rub the slick flesh. Mackenzie stroked herself, feeling another orgasm swell inside her. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he pushed his cock into her again, slowly this time. Both arms wrapped around her from behind, and his hands found her breasts. He palmed each one and teased her nipples with his thumbs.

  “Yes,” she begged. “Like that, touch me just like that.” The orgasm fluttered closer, closer, closer…

  He pinched her nipples. Hard.

  Pain. Pleasure.

  She cried out his name as she came again, clawing at the sheets. He thrust into her, out and in and in and out until she had no clue where one orgasm began and another ended. Sweat coated her forehead, her legs felt numb, and her body was on fire.

  Will’s fingers curled over her hips as he fucked her. She wanted to turn her head and see his expression. Wanted to know if he was as needy and hot and overwhelmed as she was. But when she tried to tilt her head, he tangled his fingers in her hair and forced her to stay put.

  A moment later he let out a hoarse cry and shuddered with release. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before finally withdrawing. Her body instantly felt the loss. She whimpered in disappointment and fell onto the mattress, her breasts aching against the material of her nightie.

  Rolling onto her back, she looked up at Will, her best friend, the man who’d just rocked her entire world. He still wore his black long-sleeved T-shirt, but sweat coated the front, causing the material to cling to his rippled chest. She lowered her gaze and feasted on his lower body, the firm muscular thighs, the hard cock that had just brought her to a level of pleasure she’d never known.

  Swallowing, she locked her gaze with his, floored by the stark desire she saw in his stormy dark eyes.

  She managed a hesitant smile, suddenly feeling far too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, naked from the waist down. “Well,” she started, then cringed at the ridiculous conversation opener. “That was…” she struggled for words, “…nice.”

  Nice? Yeah right. The word didn’t come close to doing justice to what had happened between them.

  Will’s expression flickered with both approval and amusement. With a crooked grin, he grabbed his collar and peeled the shirt off his spectacular chest.

  Moving closer, he swept his tongue over his lower lip and said, “We’re just getting started, Mackenzie.”

  2

  Will tossed his shirt aside and headed for the bed. He’d never seen anything sexier than the sight of Mackenzie lying there, her silky black hair fanned across the pillow underneath her head, her legs spread open wide.

  He’d wanted this woman from the second he’d met her in sophomore year. She was fucking gorgeous, with her tousled, raven-colored hair, eyes as blue as a glacier lake, a sexy, leggy body. After she’d promptly relegated him to friend territory, he’d learned to appreciate her other attributes. The sharp wit, the contagious laughter, even the damn visions. Oh, he knew all about the visions, and he was well aware that they were the reason she was determined to fight the attraction between them. She thought her gift scared men away. Maybe it did. But he wasn’t some men. He was the man.

  And tonight he intended to show Mackenzie exactly what he had to offer.

  Never taking his eyes off her, he lowered his body onto the mattress and pressed it to hers. When he noticed she still wore her thin gray nightshirt, he grabbed the hem and pulled the garment off her. His mouth watered at the sight of her tits. Full, perky, with small rosy nipples that stood to attention the moment his gaze dropped to them.

  Mackenzie shivered.

  He smiled faintly and reached out to stroke the swell of one breast. “What did you see tonight?” he asked roughly.

  She blinked, surprised by the question. “What?”

  He massaged one tantalizing breast, enjoying the way her skin flushed under his gentle caress. “The vision in the living room. What did you see?”

  “Nothing. There was no vision.”

  She was lying. He always knew when she was being dishonest, saw it in the way her forehead creased, the way she averted her eyes.

  “Tell me what you saw.”

  “No.”

  He removed his hand from her breast. Obvious disappointment shone in her eyes. She tried to guide his hand back to her tits, but he set his mouth in a firm line. “Tell me.”

  A long silence stretched between them. The sound of rain hitting the windowpane filled the dark bedroom, a rhythmic pounding that matched the thudding of his pulse. Mac shifted her head, and her hair tickled the bottom of his chin. He inhaled the scent of lilac and vanilla. The flowery aroma mingled with the sweet scent of sex lingering between them, flooding his senses and making his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her again, but quickly reined in the urge. Not yet. Not until she told him what she’d seen, what had freaked her out so badly in the living room.

  “I saw…” She sucked in a breath, then released it slowly, the warm stream of air heating his collarbone. “I saw you.”

  He raised one brow. “Me.”

  “Yes.”

  “What else?”

  “This.”

  “Be more specific.”

  She let out a strangled groan. “I saw you fucking me, okay? I felt your cock inside me, your tongue all over my skin, your fingers dragging over every inch of my body. Satisfied?”

  “Oh yeah.” He touched her chin and forced her to look at him. “Did it scare you?”

  “What do you think?”

  She sounded so forlorn that he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you scared now?”

  “No.”

  “Good,” he said with a nod. Shifting over, he propped himself up on one elbow and eyed her curiously. “I want to know more.”

  “I already told you everything. I had a vision of the two of us having sex. What more could you want?”

  “I want you to tell me exactly what you saw.” He cupped one breast again and squeezed. “And while you tell me, I’m going to make every last detail come true.” He saw her hesitation and frowned. “Too late to back out, remember? So start talking, Mac.”

  Her delicate throat bobbed as she swallowed. “In the vision your mouth was on my breasts.”

  He moved over so that he was straddling her smooth, firm thighs. His cock nestled against her slick pussy, but he resisted the urge to slide inside that tight paradise. His mouth hovered over her tits as he murmured, “What was I doing?”

  “Kissing. Licking.”

  He dipped his head and trailed open-mouth kisses along her skin. Fuck, he loved the taste of this woman. Sweet, spicy, feminine. His tongue darted out and traced the swell of one breast, then the other. “What else?”

  “You were sucking my nipples.”

  “Hard? Gentle?”

  “Hard,” she wheezed out. “It…hurt. In a good way. I almost came from the feel of your teeth biting into me.”

  He ignored the ever-growing hardness between his legs and brought the vision to life. He licked each nipple, flicked his tongue over them, and then drew one deep into his mouth. He sucked, captured the tight bud between his teeth and bit it lightly.

  “Like that?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  He circled her areola with his tongue, squeezing her other breast with his hand and feeling her heart pounding against his palm. His cock was so stiff he could barely move. He brushed his tongue over her flushed skin, then cupped her breasts and pushed them together so he could feast on both nipples. He was rougher than usual, sucking so hard he thought he might hurt her. But she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she moaned softly, tangled her fingers in his hair, and held onto his head to keep it on her tits.

  With a ragged breath, he pulled back. “What else happened in the vision?”

  “You kissed your way down my body.”

  With a satisfied nod, he moved his mouth south. He didn’t leave one inch of her smooth, creamy skin unkissed. He circled her belly button wi
th his tongue, rubbed his lips over her hipbones, her flat stomach, all the way down to her bare pussy.

  She moaned and arched her hips, thrusting into his waiting mouth.

  “Did I lick you in the vision?” he muttered.

  She responded with a sigh, which he took as a yes.

  Parting her thighs with his palms, he pressed his lips to her and gave her one lazy lick. She tasted so damn sweet he couldn’t help but lap up her juices before pushing his tongue inside her wet hole.

  “What else?” he demanded, lifting his mouth a fraction of an inch. “What else did I do?”

  “You…sucked on my clit.”

  From the way she choked out the words, he could tell she was having trouble speaking. Good. He wanted her mindless with lust, wanted her to realize the pleasure he could bring her, the pleasure only he could bring her.

  His pulse drummed in his ears, making it hard to think, breathe, act. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Mackenzie. He lowered his lips again and flicked his tongue over her swollen clit. When she bucked her hips, he reached for her legs and lifted each one over his shoulders. He tongued her for a few delicious moments, groaning when she wrapped her legs tighter around his shoulders and locked her ankles together.

  Fuck, he didn’t know how long he could hold out. His cock was harder than ever, soaked with pre-come and pleading to be inside Mac’s tightness again.

  With a strangled breath, he raised his head and met her glazed eyes. “Did I make you come in the vision?”

  She nodded, her expression tortured and aroused, her cheeks red with desire. “Twice.”

  He arched a brow. “That’s a tall order.”

  A tiny grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I think you can handle it.”

  “I can handle anything you throw my way, baby.”

  Will grinned back and dipped his head between her legs before she had a chance to respond.

  Latching his lips over her clit, he sucked the tight bud in his mouth. Mac cried out, the cry transforming into a sexy moan when he shoved one finger deep inside her. He added a second finger, then a third. Fingered her hard while he tongued her sweet spot until a low groan slipped from her throat and she came.