A sudden creak has me glancing up, and I find Mallory climbing down the ladder in the nude. When her feet hit the ground, she turns and when her eyes meet mine, they are playful. I straighten in an instant when she slowly lowers to her knees and begins to crawl toward me.
“I’m afraid that I don’t have good news,” Donny says.
“What is it?” I ask, glancing down as Mallory stops at my feet.
“The clients aren’t happy that we lost the deal to Maxwell. They want to meet.”
I clench my jaw, still pissed I lost to Liam. Though right now Liam is the last fucking thing on my mind. Mallory is licking her lips, reaching for my shorts.
When I tuck a finger under her chin and shake my head, she gives me a sexy smile, raises a finger to her mouth to silence me. Obviously determined, she grabs my shorts lowering them to my knees, exposing my hard-on. I like the way she looks on her knees before me.
Before I can speak next, she’s got my cock in her hand and is swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Jackson,” Donny says.
I snap my head up, staring straight ahead, trying to get through this conversation while Mallory slides her lips up and down my shaft, her wet tongue tickling my hardened flesh. “Sorry, I’ve got a bad connection.” I pause, inhaling deeply as she slides her hand behind her lips, now stroking me. “That’s disappointing,” I quickly add, keeping my voice steady. “When do they want to meet?”
“Tomorrow. When are you back?”
Mallory begins speeding up now, stroking my dick perfectly and sucking me hard. My head falls back. I say through clenched teeth, “Make it for late morning.” She looks up at me then, and I’m captivated. “See you then.” I hang up the cellphone and toss it onto the counter before I smile down at her, taking her chin, demanding her gaze. “You’re so fucking dirty, and yet so fucking sweet, and it’s goddamn making me hard.”
“Good,” she whispers.
I lean down and kiss her lips good and properly before releasing her again.
She takes my cock back into her gorgeous mouth and has her fun. Sometimes she’s playful. Other times she’s intent, stroking and sucking me hard and fast, earning her moans from deep in my chest.
I grip the counter, gazing over the lines of her body, loving how pretty her hair looks resting along her back. My cock throbs, and I groan deeply, and then she’s moving faster, harder. My head tips back again, and I moan, again and again. Her mouth is perfectly tight and soaking my shaft and her hand is squeezing my dick.
When she begins to use both of her hands behind her mouth, I glance down at her. She’s looking right at me. I slide my knuckles across her pretty cheek but that single touch sucks me in. I can’t look away from her as she pleasures me with her mouth, demanding I come. Wanting to finish me. Craving to taste me.
Dark lustful eyes on me, she keeps her mouth on the tip of my swollen cock, stroking hard and fast with her two hands. While that in itself could make me come, it’s her that tips the scales. Her beauty. Her gorgeous soul. This woman.
I force myself to keep hold of the countertop, no matter how my muscles are surging to grab her head and fuck her mouth. I don’t pump my hips, I let her draw my come out. And she does, eagerly sucking me until I’m bucking, jerking, and grunting, spilling my seed onto her tongue.
When I finally open my eyes again, I find her smiling up at me. She kisses the tip of my dick. “That’s my thank-you for three incredible days.”
Like she hadn’t crawled in here and had her fucking way with me, she rises and turns to walk away.
It’s then I realize my worries were for nothing. She knew the rules for our time together. Christ, she wanted me. She had me, and now she’s ready to say goodbye to me when we land in Los Angeles. Though the moment that thought carries through my mind a possessive heat also flares through me. I don’t like the idea of not having her again. In fact, if this is the last time I will get to touch her, I’m going to own the moment, not the other way around.
I grab a condom from the box I left on the counter last night, and I stride toward her. Just as she reaches the bathroom door, I latch onto both her arms. She squeals in surprise, and that sound is a jolt to my cock. Minutes ago, I was soft. Now I’m rock hard again. My dick is pulsating to drive deep inside her. I push her gently but determinedly toward the table in the corner of the room, pressing her chest against it when we get there.
“Do not fucking move,” I growl.
I gaze upon her bent over, arms extended over the table, and I apply the condom in one quick move. She’s a beauty, and I’m so very hard when I move in behind her and enter her. I slide my hand up her back lacing my fingers through her hair, titling her head back, loving the heated smile she gives. I grab her hip and thrust against her, slowly warming her up. I reach for her breast, squeezing her in my hands, loving the way she moans, shifting her hips back against me.
Maybe it’s the softness in her moans, the sweetness in them, but I can’t seem to go slow with her. She brings out something feral in me, something I can’t control. I like making her scream. She’s fucking beautiful when she does. And I refuse to be just a fuck to her. I want to be that guy. The one she can’t ever forget.
Needing to get deeper, I reach for her leg, placing her knee up on the table spreading her wide open. I release her hair to grab her shoulder, and with the other hand on her hip, I pump my hips, intending to get us both off.
Though it’s not enough, I realize. I need to see her. I withdraw, moving to flip her over but suddenly, like she did when she pushed me in the water, she shoves me back against the wall. Her hands are on my chest, and she’s staring into my eyes, showing me what she wants.
I will refuse her nothing.
Forcefully, I grab her, crossing her arms and holding her from behind. I move her to the couch and I push her against it. I pin her with my full strength with one arm and grab the base of my cock entering her. She moans seductively and struggles beneath me, and I grin, loving this type of play.
She wants me unleashed.
I’ll give that to her, too.
I press against her shoulder blades and grip her hip, slamming my pelvis into her. Over and over again, I give her exactly what she wants, in the way she wants it, and that’s me showing her that I can—and will—control her. She struggles again, and I let her, giving her the chance to play the game she wants.
She spins out of my arms, facing me with a big smile on her face. I lurch forward and take her down to the ground, pinning her beneath me. I grasp her wrists, holding both over her head, and use the weight of my body to hold her there. I kick her legs open and then I’m back inside her.
I nip at her neck, hearing her raspy moans in my ear. She’s so fucking wet, her arousal spreading across my sac with each violent thrust. Her hips are angled up and she’s meeting me thrust for thrust. I inhale her sweet scent that holds a hint of spice, and I rock my hips, going as deep inside her as I can manage.
Still, I need more.
I rise up on my arms, keeping her wrists pinned. That’s when I meet her wild stare. It makes me move faster, harder. She’s going to come. She’s so close. Her slick heat quivers against me, nearly making me cross-eyed. My muscles burn as I pump brutally inside her. She’s so tight, so ready to blow around me. And I’m right there with her.
It’s her. All of her. This woman I never saw coming.
I feel the desperation in how I fight my climax. But when I release her wrists and her nails scratch against my back, I drop my head into her neck, allowing the pleasure to flood me. I slam my hips against her pelvis, her hot pussy convulsing around me. Heat tickles down my spine and floods my sac until there’s nothing but the way we fit together.
Many, many breathless minutes later, I can move again. I flip our positions, and she’s boneless against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her, not blind to the fact of how much I like her close.
“So,” she eventually says, breathless. “We go home soon.”
I
reach for her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. “Let’s think about that later.”
“But what if I am thinking about it?” she asks playfully.
I flip our positions again, hovering over her. “Then I guess I’ll have to stop you from thinking, won’t I?” I slide down, kissing my way down her torso until I reach the top of her pubic hair. “Still thinking?” I ask, glancing up at her.
“A little.” She grins.
I press a soft kiss to her clit. “And now?”
Dark sensual eyes greet mine. “Just a bit,” she says, voice raspy.
I lick her sex with the flat of my tongue. “How about now, Mallory?”
She moans.
I like that moan. Maybe more than I should. And I intend to make it louder.
Chapter 7
Mallory
The flight home had been uneventful. Even the drive back from the airport didn’t amount to much. There’s a heavy silence between Jackson and me. We’ve both been avoiding this moment, I know that. Jackson didn’t want to face us saying goodbye last night. Nor this morning either. I’m not sure what to make of anything. He had his plan this weekend. I had mine. But I can’t deny that Jackson is this guy that I totally hadn’t expected him to be. He’s hot, and a killer between the sheets, but then there’s this deep sweet layer that’s got me all tangled up.
Though as we stride through the hallway of my condo building, Jackson rolling my suitcase for me, I can’t help but wonder if I’m only imagining that things seemed to change over the course of the weekend. I know I’m no expert in the one-night-stand department but this feels like the start of something, not the end. All the same, if he felt different, he’d say something right?
My heart is up in my throat when we reach the door to Aria and my condo. I use my keys in my hand to unlock the door, noting the slight shake of my fingers. I don’t open the door just yet. I turn back to Jackson, unsure what to say. Hell, I don’t even know what to do. I don’t know the etiquette of casual sex.
His eyes search mine for a moment then he chuckles. “You look like you’re ready to jump out of your skin.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admit.
His one eyebrow arches in that sexy curve. “Do what exactly?”
“Say goodbye to a one-night stand.” I draw in a deep breath before continuing on. “Not that I think of you as a one-night stand, because I totally don’t. I guess, logistically it’s more of three-night stand, right? But what I mean is I don’t think you’re like this toss-away guy.”
“That’s good.” He smiles.
I keep telling myself to stop talking, and yet my mouth keeps opening. “You know what I’m saying though, right? That I think of you as more than that. That I like you.”
His arched brow wings up higher.
I smack my hand over my mouth then drop it. “But not like, like you.”
He frowns. “You don’t like me?”
“No, I do like you,” I correct, watching heady amusement reach his eyes. “But not to a stalker level or anything.” This is painful, and I sigh, step back, and sigh again. “None of that came out at all how I wanted.”
He gives me a full grin now. “I happen to like, like the way it all came out.” He erases the distance between us and captures a kiss. There’s nothing proper about the way his mouth is moving with mine. Dirty. Hot. Possessive. And everything in between. His one hand is tangled in my hair, the other hand at the small of my back pressing me against him. And soon I’m leaning into the hard line of his body desperate for more. Because this makes sense.
Somehow kissing him feels more normal than not kissing him.
That’s when a truth appears that I cannot run from. I never want him to stop kissing me. I never want him to let me go. Hell, I want him to take me into my bedroom and bring all that lust we experienced in Muskoka here to Los Angeles. Because I’ve never met a guy like Jackson.
He excites me. He makes me laugh. He’s down-to-earth. His heated touch burns me alive. With him, I’ve had the most fun I’ve ever had with any guy. I don’t want to pretend all of that didn’t happen.
And how fucking confusing is that? My wanting to continue to date him was never in the plan.
A low clearing of a throat has me backing away from Jackson’s potent kiss. When I glance into his eyes, they slowly begin to narrow. I turn to follow his gaze and from there, everything moves in slow motion. Jackson opens the door to my condo and shoves me inside, hastily getting me out of the way as Liam pile drives him, sending them both slamming into the wall.
Aria’s through the door a second later, stepping in next to me and sighing. She’s wearing her long brown hair curly today, and her bright blue dress matches the color of her eyes. “Not really the welcome home you were hoping for, I’m sure,” she says.
“Ah, not exactly.” I snort.
I glance back at the doorway as a loud thump followed by a masculine groan fills the hallway. There’s another bang, and then there’s a blur of muscular bodies as they pass by the doorway followed by a round of impressively vulgar words. I turn back to Aria. “Inevitable, though, I suppose.”
She nods. “Probably.”
In Liam and Aria’s eyes, Jackson bought me at the charity auction all to get back at Liam. While he’d certainly done that, they also didn’t know what happened between us. I couldn’t believe in Liam’s harsh feelings toward Jackson anymore. Aria was right—Jackson is a good man. He’s not the guy that Liam has made him out to be over the years.
First thing first, I study Aria, seeing happiness all over my best friend’s face, regardless of the slight concern for the guys. “I take it by that little twinkle in your eyes that you and Liam worked everything out on Monday night and are together now.”
“We are.” She smiles.
I give her a quick hug. “It’s about damn time.”
When she leans away, she adds, “I’ve got so much to tell you.”
I nod agreement. “So much has happened, it’s almost hard to think straight, isn’t it?”
Aria pauses as grunts and curses fill the air. Then she glares at the empty doorway. “I’m so damn angry for what Jackson did to you. Being sneaky and all that stupid shit.”
I hesitate now at the force of the next grunt coming from the hallway, hoping that Liam and Jackson aren’t killing each other. “You don’t need to be angry at him. You were right about him, Aria. He’s a really good guy.”
Her brows rise. “Well, that is certainly not at all what I expected you to say.” She draws in a deep breath before addressing me again. “I guess that explains the kiss I just saw.”
I nod. “Like I said, so much has happened. And everything that did happen was incredible. Believe me when I say, he was a complete and total gentleman.”
“I’m glad to see you like this”—her eyes search mine again—“you look happy and relaxed.”
I smile. “I am.”
“That’s good, because honestly, if he’d hurt you, I’m not sure what I would have done.”
Another round of grunts has us glancing toward the doorway. Liam’s suddenly in the doorway, his hair ruffled. Then Jackson tackles, sending them both flying past the door.
Aria sighs and glances at me. “Should we break them up?”
“Nah, they’ll get tired.” Hoping that I prove my point that both of them are acting like complete idiots, I walk forward and slam the door shut. When I turn back to Aria, I add, “Or someone will call the cops.”
Aria laughs then she hugs me again when I move back to her. “So, things were really okay?”
“They were better than okay, actually,” I say, and in the comfort of my best friend, I don’t hold anything back. “I could even say that I had the best—and hottest, I might add—few days I’ve ever had.”
Aria suddenly goes rigid. “Okay, wait…please tell me you did not sleep with him.”
“I know you think that would be the worst thing ever but you’re wrong,” I explain gently, taking her
hand and guiding us to the couch. “Something happened between us there. Something amazing.”
Aria drops down next to me, eyes sad. “Mallory, I don’t really know how to tell you this.”
Coldness begins to creep in, freezing me in my seat. “Don’t know how to tell me what?”
She glances away, unable to meet my eyes. “Jackson, he—”
I gasp as the door slams open. Jackson’s standing in the doorway, blood dripping down the side of his mouth, his hair as ruffled as Liam’s had been. Emotion rages in his eyes, fists clenched at his sides. “It’s not what you think,” he states.
First, Aria. Now, him. “What’s not what I think?”
Liam pushes his way into the condo, but Jackson is unmovable now. His gaze is narrowed on my face, and Liam’s shove barely makes an impact. “That he fucking used you,” Liam growls.
I shake my head. “You’re wrong. He hasn’t used me. He’s done nothing wrong.”
Liam’s lip curls, face flushing a deep crimson. “Please do explain to me how that is possible, Mallory. He secretly bought you.” To Jackson, he snarls, “A guy like him has no business going around a sweet woman like you.”
“Because anything that did happen between us I instigated,” I explain.
It’s pretty obvious Liam reads between the lines that we had sex. He slowly turns to Jackson and says through gritted teeth, “You fucking piece of shit.”
“Liam,” I snap, rising to my feet. “He’s done nothing wrong. Seriously, back off.”
Liam’s nostrils flare, fists clenching at his sides. He sets his glare onto Jackson. “If you’re such a man, tell her what you’ve done.”
“Tell me what?” I demand.
Everything is fine, and I’m thinking this is all a big misunderstanding until Jackson looks at me. There’s something in his eyes there, something that sends an icy bite into my veins. “It’s not how it seems,” he says again, softer this time.
I hug myself trying to warm my blood when I look at Aria. She’s staring down at the ground, unable to look at me or Jackson. That’s when I understand how bad this all really is. She can’t even face what Jackson has done. When I look at Jackson again, the guilt in his eyes is heady and raw. “All right, enough,” I snap, done with all of this. “Will someone please explain to me what in the hell is going on?”
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