Outracing Demons: The Streets Series

by Parker, Ali

  But he didn’t, so I took Laina out to the middle of the dance floor, tugged her body tight against mine, and put my hands on her hips.

  She was flush from the drinks. Her lips were full, and her skin was hot. She’d left her jacket back at the booth, which made it so my thumbs could graze the bare skin of her waist between her pants and crop top.

  “I don’t know if I should be saying this,” I said, leaning close to talk to her ear, “but you’re sexy as hell, Laina.”

  She giggled. Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink.

  “And so fucking cute,” I said, more to myself than to her. How was that possible? How could a girl be so sexy, your balls ached and so cute, your heart doubled in size in your chest?

  She leaned into me and held onto my shoulder with one hand. “You’re not so bad to look at yourself, Street King.”

  My cock twitched. Fuck me.

  Laina turned around, and her ass fit right in my crotch. She rocked her hips from side to side in rhythm with the music, and I was sure she could feel my dick pressing right between her ass cheeks.

  I wrapped an arm around her waist, and she leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

  “Your brother is watching,” I warned.

  “I don’t care,” she breathed.

  “Good,” I said, running my hand across the stripe of bare skin above her navel. “Neither do I.” I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to the side. Then I kissed her. Right there in the middle of the dance floor. Her hips stilled, and she stood in my grasp, a breathy little moan slipping from her lips as my tongue slid between her teeth.

  Holy fuck was she hot as hell.

  I had to have her.

  Now.

  She smelled like rain and roses and tasted like beer and berries. Her damp hair had soaked through my T-shirt, and her ass was still pressed firmly into my groin.

  When our lips parted, she stared into my eyes. I still had her chin in my hand.

  “Take me home,” she whispered.

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I took her hand, and we went back to the table. As she grabbed her jacket, I told Rick to get Ginny home safely. He assured me he would as he pulled me in for a half hug.

  Then I turned back to Laina, and we left without looking back. I was sure Benji was staring off after us, his gut probably a tight knot as he pondered the fact that his best friend was about to fuck his sister.

  I didn’t give a damn. I was far past the point of talking myself out of this.

  Laina took to the stairs in front of me, and I watched her ass as she went. I reached out and grabbed a good handful and heard her giggle as we emerged on the second level.

  We stopped as we were immersed in bodies of other people trying to leave the pub at the same time. We inched steadily forward, and I put my hand on her lower back to let the other men in close proximity know she was with me.

  Then she reached back and cupped my erection in her hand and began to massage my bulge.

  “We need to get the fuck out of here,” I muttered into her ear.

  Chapter 8

  Laina

  Mason and I finally spilled out onto the sidewalk. I was dizzy with lust and feeling good from the booze. Light. Free.

  Mason cut to the curb and threw his hand in the air to flag down the first cab that drove by. Unfortunately, it was full, and we ended up having to walk a couple blocks down the street to get away from the pub district. There were too many people also in need of cabs at this hour, and both of us were itching to get somewhere private.

  We made our way down a less busy street, and I leaned against the side of a shop front as Mason looked both ways, watching for a cab. He glanced over his shoulder at me as I ran both hands through my hair. I paused, catching the way he was eyeing the lines of my body, and stood there with my fingers in my hair and my shoulder blades pressed to the shop at my back.

  He licked his lips and turned from the road to come to me.

  I stayed where I was, my breath catching in my throat when he planted one hand beside my head and stared down at me.

  Despite being exposed out in the open like this, I felt like he and I were completely alone. All I was aware of was his closeness and his scent, pine and musk and sandalwood. I trembled when he reached out with his other hand and rested it gently on my shoulder. His thumb traced my collarbone, and my lips parted of their own volition as he dipped his head down to me and kissed me with a tenderness that had my knees weakening by the second.

  His hand moved up my throat and to my jaw. His touch was warm and soft, yet firm. “I could lay you down right here,” he purred.

  I bit down hard on my bottom lip as his words lit a fire in me. An aching burn began below my belly, and I shifted in place as the ache moved lower and lower until new wetness bloomed in my panties.

  “I think I would let you,” I whispered. It wasn’t a lie. If he wanted to take me right here and now, I would let him. I’d spread my legs and lie on my back on this horrible sidewalk. I was that turned on.

  The corner of his mouth curled upward. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  “Why not?”

  He arched an eyebrow.

  I licked my lips nervously. “I mean, what’s stopping you?”

  He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face. “You’re a lady, Laina. You deserve to be fucked right. And this,” he gestured all around us, “is far from right.”

  “I need you to get us a cab. Now.”

  He chuckled and pushed himself off the wall. I sucked in great breaths of the chilly night air as he went back to the curb. By the time one pulled over for us, I’d managed to get my breathing under control. My pulse was still running wild, and that tight knot below my belly was tightening by the second, but I could at least act like I had my shit together in the back of a stranger’s cab.

  Mason slid in beside me and gave the driver his address. The cabbie was a friendly middle-aged man who had country music playing. He drummed his fingers on the top of the steering wheel and hummed along, paying no attention to us as Mason slid his hand up my thigh. He pressed his fingers between my legs, forcing them apart by a couple of inches, and cupped my pussy.

  I went rigid, and he let out a contented sigh beside me.

  He began rubbing me in slow circles. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn’t dare open my mouth for fear of moaning out my words. It felt incredible. My body sang his praises, and I sat, frozen by his touch, wondering how the hell I was going to keep it together when my clothes were off and it was skin on skin.

  Good lord. Skin on skin. I was going to see Mason Thomas naked. I was going to fuck him. I was going to lay eyes on every inch of his tattooed, muscled, glorious body.

  Time was a fickle thing in the back of the cab. Mason continued to rub me, and I was writhing in my seat by the time the cabbie pulled up to the curb outside a house blanketed in darkness.

  Mason paid the driver and held my hand as I got out of the cab behind him. My knees wobbled, and he stabilized me. “Are you still drunk?” he asked. He sounded concerned.

  “No.” I shook my head. I wasn’t lying. My knees were just weak from the pleasure and the excitement. It had been a long time for me. I thanked my lucky stars that I’d done some self-grooming in the shower this morning and put on a pair of sexy panties beneath my leather leggings.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist, and we walked up his driveway. An automatic light flicked on above his garage, and the shadows on the front lawn became dense. I ignored them as we got to the front door. He slid his key in the lock and pushed it open. We stepped over the threshold.

  I was in Mason Thomas’s house. The fucking Street King. And I was about to fuck him. I almost didn’t believe it—especially knowing everything that had happened between him and his ex-wife. I’d always had the hots for him but had deliberately placed him in the off-limits zone. He was spoken for. And he’d been completely in love with Evelyn. I couldn’t believe I was here, that he
was going to be mine for a night.

  I wondered if this was all this was to him, one night. One fuck fest to get it all out of his system. Was I okay with that?

  Hell, there would be no way for me to figure that one out until the time came. And I was willing to take the risk.

  He was Mason Thomas, after all.

  I shrieked in surprise as he scooped me up in his arms from behind. Giggling, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he carried me deeper into his house. We passed through his kitchen and living room, which, in the dim lighting, looked well-appointed with dark furniture. He carried me up a flight of stairs like I weighed nothing. My excitement nearly bubbled over as he nudged open his bedroom door.

  The curtains were open on the north wall. The moon and stars peeked through the clouds as he tossed me onto his bed. The sheets were navy blue and gray and silky. They felt good on my skin as he pushed me onto my back and lifted my right leg. Then, slowly and gently, he pulled off my boot and tossed it over his shoulder.

  I propped up on my elbows and watched as he did the same with the other boot.

  Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head, and I nearly had an orgasm right then and there.

  “Wow,” I breathed. I hadn’t meant to say it aloud. It just sort of slipped out.

  His tattoos were swirling works of black and gray art that covered his arms and torso. Muscles rippled beneath the ink, shifting beneath his tanned, taut skin as he reached for the zipper at the front of my pants.

  He drew the zipper down. It hummed softly as if thanking him for finally undoing my pants. I lifted my ass off the bed as he began pulling my pants down. He took his time, rolling them down inch by inch until my ankles were free of the tight fabric and I was pantless. Heat rose in my cheeks as he climbed on top of me, pushing me down with a hungry kiss and keeping me there as one of his hands slid up the inside of my top.

  I was incapable of keeping my hands to myself. I let my fingers wander over his shoulders, his back, his chest. I felt every ridge of muscle, and the knot below my stomach tightened further still. I lifted my hips, rocking them from side to side, feeling his thick erection grinding against me through his jeans.

  He smiled into our kiss, and soon I was smiling, too, as he took a handful of my right breast and squeezed firmly. We parted to grant him enough time to pull my shirt off over my head. Then he hovered over me and rocked back on his heels, straddling me as he looked me over. “I had no idea you were hiding all this under there,” he said.

  “All what?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

  Mason ran his index finger from the top of my panties upward. He traced a circle around my navel and then continued up between my ribs to my breasts, which he reached for to yank the cups of my bra down, letting my tits spill out.

  “All this,” he said in a growl, descending to kiss my breasts and draw my nipple into his mouth.

  I whimpered. It had been too long since a man touched me like this. A year. Maybe more. Holy hell. I was woefully ill-equipped to be lying in a man’s bed, let alone Mason Thomas’s. This was all happening quickly. My mind reeled, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he pinched my nipple with his teeth.

  He looked up at me. His eyes, needy and sharp, bore into my soul. “Relax, Laina. Let me take care of you. Trust me.”

  Trust him?

  I licked my lips. Mason smiled at me as he worked his way down my stomach. As he went, he hooked his thumbs in the straps of my thong and began pulling it down. I watched, not sure if I should panic or swoon, and he pulled them off and threw them to the ground. Then he settled between my legs and put his hands under my thighs, lifting my legs up and pushing them apart. He lowered his head.

  “Wait,” I breathed, but it was too late.

  His tongue danced over my clit, and I shivered with pleasure. After three more licks, I gave in and sank deeper into the bed. I stared up at the ceiling and then didn’t fight it when my eyes closed. Mason continued his exquisite work. His tongue swirled over my swollen clit and then moved down to plunge into my sweet opening.

  I moaned.

  He made a sound deep in his throat.

  I moaned again.

  And then he pressed a finger inside me and pressed down. The knot that had been steadily tightening inside me suddenly came undone as if he had found the secret and pulled one string to make it all unravel at once.

  I cried out as my orgasm broke over me. It was intense and wild, and my legs shook as he held on to them. Mason kissed the inside of my thighs when I was done and gave me a minute to recover. My breathing was quick and sharp, and I covered my eyes with my forearm.

  “Don’t cover your face,” he said. “I want to see you when you come.”

  Oh, God.

  He went back to my pussy. Like the first time, I was right on the edge within seconds. His finger was still inside me, and he worked it in and out until a second orgasm pushed another cry from my mouth.

  Satisfied with how wet he’d made me, he got to his feet at the edge of the bed. He shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

  “Do you always have one of those on you?” I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows.

  He smirked as he held the condom between his teeth. Everything the man did was sexy. I almost reached down and touched myself as he popped open the button of his fly and dropped his pants. The boxers he had on were black and tight and hugged his muscled thighs. I swallowed as he dropped those too.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock as he rolled the condom on.

  I heard him chuckle. “Don’t be scared, baby.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not.” Lie. That was a lie. He was bigger than I expected. By a lot. His cock stretched right up to his navel, and I looked up at him. I could feel the worried furrow in my brow.

  Mason planted his knees on the bed. I spread my legs, and he dipped his hips low to rub his dick up and down along my slit, coating himself in my juices.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he said. Then he gave me a devilish grin. “Unless you want me to.”

  I reached down and gripped his cock, then lifted my hips and guided him inside me. The pressure was incredible but not painful, and I gripped his wrists as he buried himself all the way inside me.

  “Good girl,” he grated.

  His hips moved in a fluid motion, and it was literally seconds until my eyes rolled back in my head, and I gave in to him and how good he made me feel. He rained kisses across my chest, up my throat, and over my jaw. He sealed off my breathless moans with his own mouth as he kissed me with greed, and then when his mouth wandered to my ear and his breath was hot on my neck as he pinched my earlobe with his teeth, I cried out his name in ecstasy and trembled beneath him as I came.

  His thrusts became wilder. He straightened above me, and I gripped the sheets as he pushed my knees back and fucked me hard and deep. My tits bounced, and soon my toes were curling as yet another wave of wicked pleasure rolled through me.

  This time, it did him in too. I watched as his jaw muscles flexed. He bowed his head and groaned with his own pleasure as he came, and then he dropped down, his fists buried on either side of my head in the bedding.

  We were both breathless as we stared into each other’s eyes, and his cock was still inside me as he gave me one last, slow, deep kiss.

  Chapter 9

  Mason

  “Should I go?” Laina asked. Her chin was resting on top of her hands, which were flat on my chest as she looked up at me with tired eyes.

  I shook my head. “No. You should stay.”

  “You sure?”

  “Course I am. It’s late. There’s plenty of room in this bed for both of us. And what would happen if I woke up horny and you were gone?”

  Laina laughed and curled up on her side to press her cheek flat to my chest. “So persuasive.”

  I rubbed her shoulder and closed my eyes.

  It had been a long time since I felt the warmth of a woman in my bed. Six months, to be exact. The
last time I’d felt this sort of closeness with someone was with Evelyn, and that had blown up in my face. At the time, I’d been sure I would never trust another woman again.

  But there was something different about Laina. Something trustworthy and honest. Something good.

  She took a deep breath beside me, and I opened my eyes to look down at her. Her lashes were dark and long. She was smiling, and her breathing was slow and calm. I was overcome with a sudden urge to kiss the top of her head but stopped myself. That was something I used to do with Evelyn.

  I wasn’t ready to start those sort of habits with someone else. The fact that I’d had sex was a big enough step. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath.

  For now, this was fine. This was enough.

  * * *

  I woke to the sound of a steady vibration by my head. It was still dark when I blinked my eyes open. Disoriented, I reached over to my nightstand and felt around for my phone. I grabbed it and flipped it over, and it cast a stark light around the room from the illuminated screen.

  Groaning at the brightness and squinting against the glare, I answered the call from an unrecognized number.

  “Hello?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my eyes and squeezing my eyes closed. Whiteness flashed behind my eyelids as they recovered from the light.

  “Hello. Is this Mason Thomas?” It was a woman’s voice. She sounded professional. Like a cop, maybe.

  Nervousness filled my gut. “Yes. Who is this?”

  “My name is Casey. I work at New York Presbyterian Hospital.”

  That nervousness in my gut threatened to devour me as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Laina stirred beside me.

  “What’s going on?” she asked. Her voice was thick with fatigue.

  I rubbed my jaw. “What happened?”

  Casey had one of those voices that projected when she was smiling over the phone. “First of all, there’s no need to worry, Mr. Thomas. Your brother, Rick, was admitted to the hospital early this morning. Around three o’clock. He’s been seen to and is in recovery. You are the only family on his records.”