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by Penelope Douglas


  I close my eyes, making my wish, and blow out the candle before standing up straight again.

  “This ‘kid’ is the reason you have so much steam to blow off, isn’t it?” I taunt. “You’re such a liar.”

  He squares his shoulders, breathing hard. “Go to your room, Jordan.”

  “Happily.” I back away, teasing him. “I have a vibrator up there with bigger balls than you.”

  He rushes me and lifts me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and I grunt as the air is forced out of me and his shoulder digs into my stomach.

  What the hell?

  He pounds up the stairs, and I feel like I’m going to fall the higher we get.

  “Pike, stop it!” I yell.

  “Then stop pushing me!” he bellows, and a slap lands on my ass.

  I yelp, the burn spreading across my left cheek. Son of a…. I reach back and try to cover my behind in case he spanks me again.

  It sounds like he kicks open my bedroom door, and the next thing I know, I’m flying off his shoulder and crashing back onto my bed.

  My elbows dig into the mattress, and my head jerks forward, my hair flying into my face.

  “Now go to bed!” he barks.

  I blow the hair out of my eyes and see him walking out. “Tuck me in?”

  I see him drop his head, and he’s breathing so hard, like he’s almost out of fuel. He turns, calming his voice just a hair. “What the hell has gotten into you tonight?”

  Is he kidding?

  I shoot off the bed and stand in front of him. “You brought her here, that’s what.”

  “It’s my house!”

  I shake my head. “She won’t satisfy you,” I tell him. “She’s not what you want.”

  “So, you’re jealous?”

  I lower my voice, approaching him. “You have everything you need in this house. There’s no reason to look elsewhere for…” I drop my head, suddenly a little embarrassed, “for anything you need,” I tell him.

  I’m all he needs.

  His chest rises and falls in front of my eyes, and I inhale his scent that’s unique to only him. Sun, wood, and the faint fragrances of his body wash, shampoo, and the Tide his clothes have been washed in. He smells like a hot summer night and how I wish my first time had gone, and I soak it up while I can, because any minute, he’s going to storm off.

  “So, you had a little tantrum on purpose then?” he says, not really asking. “Because you wanted to be the one in my bed tonight?”

  I dart my eyes up, narrowing them. “Because you invited her over to hurt me, but I know your game, and you’ll be the one who loses,” I retort.

  I close the inch between us, my shirt brushing his. His chin drops as he looks down at me, and my heart pounds against my chest.

  “Because even if she stayed and she rode you to kingdom-come all night long,” I tell him, “you’ll still wake up thinking about me before you even remember she’s in bed next to you.”

  His breathing grows heavier, and I can see him weakening.

  I continue. “You’ll be wondering what I’m doing in my bed alone, if I’m awake and warm, or,” I push up on my toes and hover my mouth over his jaw as I whisper, “if I’m touching myself and dreaming about you coming in and eating me out through my panties.”

  He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes, and I can feel him get hard through his jeans. “Jordan, please,” he begs, sounding desperate. “Fuck.”

  I try to keep my smile to myself, but I’m so happy. I know he wants me.

  I hook my fingers on the waist of his jeans, nudging his chin with my nose to taunt him. “I know you want to,” I whisper again. “You want to grab me so bad.”

  I stay right there, up on him, but I take my hands off him and slide my fingers into my own waistband instead, gently and slowly slipping off my shorts. They fall down to my feet, and I fist my fingers, my body so alive with fear and desire and need.

  Look at me.

  Touch me.

  “I’m dying to taste you,” I tell him. “And to feel you. Every day it’s getting harder and harder to ignore what my body wants. I wake up so wet, Pike.” I move my mouth over to his, layering our lips. “I want you to want me. I want to see you wanting me and getting off on me.”

  I can feel the slickness between my legs, and his breath is so hot. I lower myself to my feet but keep my eyes on his.

  “I love how you worry about me and want to protect me,” I say. “But a girl has needs, too, and eventually, I’ll have to find another man who can do your job better.”

  Rage burns behind his frozen stare, but he doesn’t blink.

  “Another man will kiss me,” I breathe out, “and take off my clothes and go at me in his bed, in his shower, and spread me wide over breakfast on his kitchen table…”

  Pike’s lips are almost twisted in a snarl, and he’s breathing hard—in and out, in and out as he glares down at me.

  It’s there. I can feel him. It’s like we’re wrapped up together, the heat between us almost suffocating, and all he has to do is reach out and pull me into his arms.

  Take me.

  I wait.

  I’m yours. Just reach out and take me.

  But he doesn’t.

  He just stands there, and tears burn at the backs of my eyes as he hovers, unmoving.

  Unwilling.

  My heart is breaking.

  I shake my head. “You don’t have a clue what to do with me, do you?”

  I scoff and push away from him, but then suddenly, he grabs my arms hauling me back to him. I gasp as he puts his hands under my arms and lifts me off my feet, bringing me face to face with him like I’m five years old.

  “Oh, I may be out of practice, little girl,” he bites out in a threatening tone, “but I think I’ll figure it out.”

  And he brings me in, kissing me and stealing my breath so hard all I can do is wrap my legs around him and hold on.

  Fuck yes.

  Pike

  Goddamn her.

  Goddammit. I’m not stopping. Fuck it. I can’t.

  She just kept pushing and pushing, hitting all my buttons, everything she knew would bring me to this, and I wanted her to. In the back of my mind, I always knew I couldn’t not have her.

  I grab her ass in my hands and drop us down to her bed. She unlocks her legs and straddles me, our lips never breaking contact. I love her mouth. Hot and sweet, and she teases me with that tongue—flicking and brushing in ways that drive me insane.

  “I hated feeling like that,” she pants.

  “Like what?” I run my hands all over her, gripping and squeezing as she breathes over my mouth and grinds on me, making me painfully hard.

  “Jealous,” she says.

  It takes me a moment to remember we were fighting about April being here. Slipping my hand up her shirt, I take her breast in my palm, and she lets out a little gasp. I groan at finally having her in my hand.

  “I know,” I say. “When you left the party with that little shit tonight, I was so pissed.” I bite her bottom lip between kisses. “Like I was fucking seventeen again and someone else was taking what was mine.”

  My cock swells, and God, I can’t stop touching her. She’s so damn beautiful. Her smooth skin and mussed hair. The little triangle of red fabric between her legs where I can already see she wasn’t lying about being turned on. She’s wet, and I’m fucking starved to taste her.

  Another man to do my job better…. Bullshit.

  I brush the hair out of her face as she grinds on me, and we hold each other’s eyes. Hers say everything I’m feeling, and we’re both falling.

  Dammit.

  “What do you see in me, girl?” I ask, shaking my head. I couldn’t keep a nineteen-year-old woman happy when I was nineteen. Does she think I can do it now?

  “You have no idea, do you?” She cups my face, kissing me. “When we first met and we watched that movie together at the theater, I felt so guilty,” she kisses me again, “because when you mentioned the
Poltergeist showing, I…I was tempted, because I wanted to see you again,” she confesses. “There was something there even then.”

  I sink into her mouth, kissing her long and deep, as I wrap an arm around her body and press her into me. Curling my fingers around the silk at her hip, I feel an urge to bury myself inside her right now.

  But no. To her, I’ll end up being a fling, but I’m gonna make damn sure it’s the best one she ever has.

  I kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling all the way up to her chin and running my thumbs over her hard little nipples.

  “Pike…” she pleads. “Please tell me you have condoms.”

  I nod, coming back to her mouth. “In my room.”

  “More than one, right?”

  I smile. “Yeah.”

  “Go get ’em.”

  I wrap my arms around her and stand up, taking her with me. “I have a better idea.”

  She locks her ankles behind my back, and I carry her out of her room and down the hall to mine. We need a bigger bed.

  She doesn’t stop kissing me the whole time, and I almost close my eyes with the pleasure, because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this damn good. She’s going to spoil me so much that no one else will ever do again.

  We enter my room, and I kick the door shut behind us, lowering her to the bed. But when I pull away from her and rise, she protests. “No…”

  I back up toward the door, watching her—finally having her on my bed—and I feel like I just won the fucking lottery.

  Reaching behind me, I lock the door and stare at her, the moonlight streaming through the window lighting her up. She’s sitting with her knees bent, and her hands planted behind her, propping herself up. Her lips are swollen from the kissing, and I’m already imagining her naked between my sheets.

  “God, you’re so sweet,” I say under my breath.

  A coy smile plays on her lips. “I’m really not.”

  I arch a brow at her challenge. “So, what do you like then?”

  “What do you do?”

  Such a little shit.

  Crossing back over to the bed, I lean down over her and fist her panties in my hand. “You said you wanted me to eat something.” I remind her. “What do you want my mouth on?”

  She drops her eyes, staring at my lips. “Um…” She swallows and caresses her inner thigh, moving her hand up to the V. “Down here.”

  “And what’s down there?” I play with her, staying just out of reach every time she moves in for a kiss. “Use your adult words, Jordan. What do you want me to kiss?”

  “Um,” she stammers, turned on and dying for it. “Um, my…”

  My…?

  She comes in for my mouth again, but I pull away, making her bare her teeth in a quiet, little growl.

  “My…”

  “Yes?”

  “My, um… my cunt,” she whispers.

  My eyebrows shoot up, surprised. I wasn’t expecting that word, actually, but okay.

  “I want you to kiss and suck on it,” she breathes out, begging. “Make me come?”

  And I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, my dick fighting against my jeans for room to grow.

  Fuck.

  Anything you want.

  Tightening my hand around her panties, I yank and rip them off. The fabric tears clean away and I throw them across the room as she sucks in a breath.

  And then I throw my own shirt off and dive down, taking her pretty pussy in my mouth.

  “Pike,” she whimpers, clutching my head to her body and falling back on the bed.

  Jesus, I’m fucking high. I’ve wanted this for so long, and I finally have her, legs spread on my bed, body begging for me.

  I suck on her clit first, stretching it into my mouth and going back in again and again, making her squirm and desperate to come. I lick her up and down, swirling my tongue around over her nub and getting drunk on her scent and taste. After a minute, I lose control, though, and I’m kissing and nibbling her everywhere. I curve my arm under her thigh and grip it for support as I feed off her, doing it as much for me as her. Her back arches off the bed when I flick her with my tongue, and she moans.

  I keep doing that until she’s panting so fast I know she’s ready to come apart. Palming one of her breasts, I keep my head buried between her legs until I feel her stomach start to shake and then she sucks in a deep breath and freezes as the orgasm takes hold.

  She cries out, letting it go, and I tongue her, not stopping until she starts to calm.

  “Jordan,” I whisper against her skin. I don’t know why I say her name, but I think I’m fucking afraid she’s not really here and this is all a dream.

  Her fingers thread through my hair, and I come up, hovering over her. Brushing the stray lock off her forehead, I stare down into her, taking in her flushed cheeks and bright eyes, her little shirt that has ridden up, exposing her beautiful breasts and pert nipples.

  I dip down, taking one in my mouth, sucking and dragging it out just like her clit. She whimpers, her hands coming back to wrap around the back of my neck. I switch to the other one, trailing one hand down her body and trying to take in as much of her as I can.

  I know everything we’re doing is wrong, and I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to anyone, but right here—right now—I don’t want to be anywhere else. I wish I could die as happy as I am right now. In here, in the dead of night, in this dark room, behind a closed door, we don’t need to explain anything to anyone.

  For just this moment, it’s ours.

  I climb off the bed and stand up, unfastening my belt and opening my jeans. I reach into the bedside table and pull a condom out of the box, rising again and staring down at her. Her legs are closed, one knee slightly arched up, and her hands at her sides, fisting the comforter as she watches me.

  “You sure about this?” I ask her.

  She nods.

  I kick off my boots and slide the rest of my clothes off, standing up straight again. Opening the package, I look down at her, but her eyes have lowered to something else, her breathing growing shallow. I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, wondering how many other adult words she knows.

  But I don’t get a chance to ask. She sits up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, and goes for my cock, taking it into her mouth.

  I groan and gasp at the same time, her tongue wet and hot as she draws back and sucks in the tip.

  “Jordan, please.” I fist the back of her hair, gently trying to pull her away. “That’ll put me over the edge, and I want you to come again.”

  Pushing her back on the bed, I come down on top of her, melting into her mouth and kissing her deep. I nestle between her legs, and she bends her knees up as she runs her nails down my back.

  Slipping my hand under her, I grip her ass and press our bodies together, the world spinning behind my closed eyes. Having her under me, skin on skin…my cock is so hard, I can’t take it.

  This is mine.

  Leaning back on my heels, I roll on the condom, never taking my eyes off her.

  “I’m a little scared,” she says, worry creasing her brow.

  I halt, trying not to squeeze the fist around my cock too hard.

  Scared?

  “What if I make too much noise?” she whispers.

  And I exhale, relieved she’s not having second thoughts. I stroke my cock and come down on her again. “Pull up your shirt, Jordan,” I whisper back. “I want to see your tits when I fuck you.”

  Her breath shakes and an excited smile plays on her lips, but she lifts up her shirt for me, and I dive down quickly and snatch up a nipple between my teeth again.

  She gasps and spreads her legs wide, and the tip of my cock finds the wet heat of her tight cunt like a fucking magnet.

  I come up, propping myself up on one arm, and lean down, nibbling her lips. “Try to be quiet, okay?” I whisper, teasing her. “Can’t have Cramer finding out what I’m doing to his babysitter?”

  She laughs, kissing me back. �
��Yes, Mr. Lawson.”

  Reaching down, I hold her eyes as I fit my tip at her entrance, and then I grab hold of her hip and thrust inside of her, immediately overcome with the feel of her and my body shaking.

  She arches her neck back and closes her eyes, moaning, and her breasts bounce with the movement

  “Oh, fuck, fuck…” she cries. “Pike…”

  “I know, baby.” You feel so good.

  I thrust again and she clutches my waist to hang on as I slowly pick up the pace, sinking deeper inside her and mesmerized by her body underneath me. I dip down, sucking on her breast as she moans and whimpers.

  Coming back up, I kiss her mouth, and she does that thing where she licks my tongue, and I’m spiraling.

  “Jordan, fuck,” I breathe out, thrusting faster and harder until the only thing I hear is our bodies coming together.

  Her moans fill the room, growing louder, and I kiss her, muffling the noise as she comes apart again, her pussy tightening around my cock as she orgasms.

  I look up and see us in the dresser mirror, turned on by the sight of her legs around me. She follows my gaze, mischief flashing in her eyes.

  She leans up, whispering in my ear, “I want to see.”

  I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us over, so she’s on top. Her T-shirt falls below her breasts again, and her hair tumbles around her in beautiful disarray. I grab her hips just so I can feel her body move as she takes me on. She stares down into my eyes, her hips rolling, her stomach waving, and her ass jutting in and out as she rides me.

  Then she looks up, an instant curve to her lips, telling me she likes what she sees in the mirror.

  “You’re so tight,” I groan.

  She puts her hands on my chest and digs in, baring her teeth and breathing hard as she fucks me faster.

  “Yes,” she breathes out, her eyes falling closed. “Yeah, God, please…”

  I grab her ass and arch up, taking a nipple in my mouth again, sucking and tugging and then moving to the next one in a frenzy. She leans into me, never slowing her pace, and I can feel the sweat gliding down the small of her back.

  I suck in air through my teeth, my muscles tensing, and I’m close. I flip her back over, hungry to be in control again, and her head falls at the side of the bed, too close to the bedside table. I grab the edge of it and whip it away, sending it toppling over, lamp and everything crashing to the floor.

 

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