Pumping unmerciful and fast into her, she couldn't manage the strength of his force pounding into her small frame. He propelled her into the passenger side door. Reaching up, she braced herself against the unforgiving steel.
Deliciously full, an experience she'd never had with any lover, she re-hooked her legs into his arms, the position bordered painful. Just enough bite to make her body quiver. He drove her to the brink of insanity, relentlessly driving into her. Far from considering herself innocent, this was like no other experience she ever had. The way he seemed to lose himself in her gave her a heady sense of control over him.
Was it possible for a woman to have any type of hold on Derk?
Naked flesh erotically slapping together, echoed loudly throughout the limited space. Her body grew sensitive, her thighs began to shake. All processed thinking left her as her body started to climb higher, almost at the brink. Derk dug deeper and hit that spot that instantly sent her screaming his name in a mind blowing, body wrenching orgasm. Her fluids flowed and washed over him.
"Fuck!" he bellowed, his body strained and spilled his seed into the condom, going still inside her.
Derk collapsed on top of her. They both gasped for air. If she could stay in that position forever, she would. There was nothing comparable to the feel of him still erect inside her channel as her body continued to shudder with tiny aftershocks pulsating around him.
"Mmmm," he purred. "You're definitely spending the night. We're not finished."
Just one night. What harm could come with one night of self-indulgence?
15
Leaning against the headboard, nude, on his California king sized bed, Derk watched Mackenzie down half a bottle of water. Twice he'd fucked her senseless and twice he about lost his damn mind. When he'd lost control and sunk into her tight body in the cab of his truck, little did he realize how she’d affect his self-control. He smirked knowing she was all right with car sex. Mac had a bit of a wild streak. Good to know. But what about three in the afternoon in a shopping plaza? Or six in the evening at the park? Testing her was going to be such entertainment. Because, yeah, him fucking her didn’t do a single thing to rid her out of his system. Like a greedy bastard, he wanted more. At some point he’d get his fill and then he’d move on, but until that time, he’d take and take and take. A good, sound plan.
A rake of his gaze from head to toe, M’s body rocked. Those size C breasts filled his large palms as if made specifically for his hands and his hands alone. That fair skin flushed when overheated and stayed pink for well over an hour. But what drove him crazy, was when he pulled off those damn pants and found her shaved. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Not one woman he had on his call list ever completely shaved herself bare. No, they'd leave a landing strip pointing the direction they wanted him to go. As if he needed a guide.
Reaching forward, mesmerized by her pussy that taunted him, he swiped a long finger down her silky folds.
"Why do you shave it?" he asked and slid his finger into her core, slowly pulsating in and out. She was already slick, her body ripe for him.
Mackenzie braced herself on her arms while her head dropped back, eyes closed.
"Why?" he breathed.
"Feels cleaner," she rasped.
"Does it?" he mused, continuing his seduction.
"Mmmhmm."
In perfect rhythm with his ministrations, her hips moved, begging for more. He loved the pure ecstasy written across those beautiful features. "Do you want me again?" he teased.
"Oh God, Derk," she mewled.
He smiled, loving the sound of his name coming off those full, berry colored lips. No woman had made his name sound so sexy. "Say my name again."
"Derk."
"Again," he demanded.
"Derk."
"That's it, baby. I want you screaming my name from now on when I make you come," he breathed, then tackled her backward, devouring her mouth. It was going to be a long, satisfying night.
***
Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Derk stood in his kitchen sated, blurry eyed, tired, yet re-invigorated. How the hell had that happened?
Mac, that's how.
That woman, who currently slumbered in his bed, he couldn't get enough of. A total of four times he'd fucked her before they passed out, and man if his dick wasn't stirring again at the mere thought of having her. He could go up and slid into her rockin' body and she’d accept it. There wasn't anything he didn't like about the woman, which threw him off. Not one woman he had sex with had he ever become attached. Ever. It wasn’t in his cards. He wasn’t the commitment type. He didn’t want tied down by a gold ring. Marriage turned the sane into lunatics. He’d had a front row seat to his parents’ fucked up marriage.
A quick or slow bang, he’d see women off afterward with a thanks, a pat on the ass, and let them know he’d possibly call them again. For another roll between the sheets. And each woman understood the score and didn’t mind. He couldn't give a shit less about fidelity, the entire boring couple thing, dates, gifts, etcetera. Since the day he lost his virginity at age fifteen, he'd never been concerned with attaching himself to a girl...woman...whatever. Not that this one night meant they were headed down the aisle.
A shudder ran down his spine.
They could get their fill from each other, then part ways when the time suited.
The front door silently opening and closing warned him Smith entered the house and would be headed his direction. A moment later, his friend sauntered into the kitchen with his travel mug in hand.
Derk stepped out of the way of the coffee pot and watched Smith mutely fill his cup.
"What time's visiting?" he asked Smith.
"Two to four, then six to nine. Jack thinks they'll have to stay straight through and even run over," his friend answered evenly.
Glancing at the clock, it was ten in the morning. Plenty of time to get another quickie in with Mac, shower, dress, then head to the funeral home, unless... "Do they need us beforehand?"
Smith shook his head. "No, just at the funeral home. To keep an eye on things."
Sounds of soft feet padding down the hardwood floor grabbed both their attentions. Smith cocked a brow.
Mackenzie appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but his tee shirt and a pair of black lace hip hugger panties. Hair askew, black eyeliner smudged, and sleepy eyed, she was gorgeous. Shyly smiling his direction, she stopped, not approaching him.
"Babe." His voice cracked.
"Mornin'," she croaked.
"Coffee?" he asked, trying to appear casual, leaning against the counter. Really, he just wanted to throw her up on the sink, rip off those underwear, and sink into her edible body. In fact, he never got a taste last night. He caught himself licking his lips.
"Green tea?" she asked.
Smith snorted.
Whipping around, apparently she'd never seen his buddy. That, he liked. She'd been solely focused on him that she hadn’t noticed the other man in the room.
"Oh," she squeaked in surprise.
About to bolt from the room, Derk grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his warmth. Instantly, she snuggled against him, as if seeking refuge from her half-naked body. Niiiiccce.
"No green tea here. Only coffee and O.J." He smirked. Looking up at him through her painted eyelashes, her eyes had that black goop in the corners that came with too much makeup. Though it didn't deter from her in the least. Why did Cards insist their bartenders wear that crap? He made a mental note to have a righteous discussion with Joe, her manager, about that topic.
"Crap," she said.
He chuckled along with Smith, who quietly snuck out of the room.
"Why aren't you still sleeping?" he asked. "You have to work tonight."
"I can't sleep past ten." She huffed and blew a tendril of hair that had fallen over her eyes away.
They had something in common. "I can't sleep past six."
Brows sliding together, she said, "But you did toda
y, right? You just got up, that's what woke me."
"Best damn few hours of sleep I've had in forever," he admitted. "But, let's get you back upstairs so I can lose myself in you before I have to leave for the day."
"What time do you need to go?"
"One-thirty," he answered.
She scoffed. "Plenty of time."
Growling, he planted a claiming kiss on her lips. "You are so my kind of woman."
Bending down, he tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold, causing her to squeak, and with coffee in hand, carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, set his cup on the stand, then shucked his jeans. The entire time his eyes not leaving her. Yep, he was going to eat her alive.
"Darling, I'm getting myself checked for a clean bill of health, 'cause I want to ride you bareback," he said while he crawled up the bed, stalking her like the powerful predator he felt he was. "You on the birth control?"
Biting her lip, she nodded.
"Good."
He pounced, inhaling her mouth. He covered her body with his. Those wandering hands of hers dug into him, pulling his pelvis against hers, seeking the friction between their moving bodies. Breaking his assault on her mouth, he jolted upright, yanked the tee off her and ripped the panties into shreds. Grabbing a condom, he made quick work of donning it and then fucked her wild.
Yeah, he made her scream. His name. Numerous times.
Unrelenting, he drove into her, his body formed a sheen of sweat. Lifting her, so she sat on his lap, her body quivered as he was able to get deeper into her. Their naked bodies created the sexiest sounds as she met him thrust for thrust, taking as much as he was giving.
“Fuck,” he roared. He lifted her so she rode him. Her breasts bounced, taunting him, until he sucked them into his mouth, biting and scraping his teeth over her sensitive buds.
“Derk,” she screamed again. “I can’t. I can’t,” she breathed.
The fuck she couldn’t. “Not done, babe,” he barked breathless.
He burrowed deeper, a disturbing part of him wanted to crawl inside her body and own her from within. Derk wanted her sore, so each time she moved she’d know he had thoroughly possessed her. That’s right, she was his. For the here and now, until he said otherwise, she belonged to him.
He knew he hit that delicious spot when her body convulsed around his, again, clamping down on him, yanking him in and squeezing him tight. He didn’t stand a chance. His body took over. Black and white spots blinded him as his body violently released into that piece of synthetic. Well, he’d never experienced that before, and fuck him if he didn’t want it again. Now.
They collapsed in a pile of naked, sweaty bodies wrapped around one another.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” she whispered, her voice tired but light.
Nuzzling her neck, he inhaled her intoxicating scent of vanilla, sex, perspiration, and himself, blended together. The most alluring aroma ever. He laid gently pecks across her flushed face and begrudgingly dislodged himself from her. She didn’t bother to move. Just fell asleep in the position she ended up in. How fucking attractive was that?
While he rid himself of the condom, he couldn’t peel his eyes from her. The way her auburn hair splayed over the white sheets was a captivating sight on a visceral level. Her shallow breaths said she felt safe and comfortable in his bed. A part of him didn’t want her to become too cozy, but seeing this first hand made him feel fifteen feet tall. Like he’d done something right by her. How fucked up was that?
Turning on his heels, he went to the en-suite bathroom and shut himself inside to get ready for visitation day at the funeral home. It was a good thing he had to leave her. A breather would give him time to gain perspective and come to his damn senses.
***
Showered and dressed in his black Tom Ford suit, minus the tie. In a tender moment he'd never gifted to another woman, Derk leaned down and kissed Mackenzie softly on her cheek, then left the room.
Entering the kitchen, he jotted a quick note and left the keys to his sports car on the counter so she could use his vehicle to get to work. He told himself he didn’t want her taking the bus or walking. When he left the house with Smith, who’d been in the living room the entire morning reading the paper, he locked the door behind him. A first. Derk never locked up his home. People knew better than to enter without an invite. But he had something of value in the home that couldn’t be tampered with. He needed to protect it. For now.
Man, Mac was screwing up his routine, and he wasn't quite sure how he felt about that.
***
Derk and Smith sauntered into the funeral home, bypassing all the men and women who stood in the line that wound around the building outside to pay their condolences. They stepped into the viewing area where the line formed and found Courtney standing next to the head of the casket beside her deceased father. Derrick stood menacingly beside her, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. On the other side of the casket sat Courtney’s mother and uncle and his two sons, Sean and Ryan. Sean's wife, Beth, sat with Sean's mother in a couple of seats off to the side. Sean’s and Ryan’s newborns weren’t present, so he assumed they were all with Lynn. He also noticed Sean's over-the-top avoidance of looking Courtney's direction. Why the man didn't buck up and bury the fucking hatchet, Derk didn't understand. Mrs. Murphy was a goddess. How could anyone stay pissed at her? Their family squabble and Sean’s blatant stubbornness to forgive was ridiculous. What a fucking pussy.
Focusing on the reason they were here, even in grief, Courtney was stunningly beautiful. Dressed in a designer black suit and heels, her eyes red rimmed and face pale, none of it deterred from her.
Derk scanned the room. Talk about a gathering. These same group of people were at Courtney's first husband's funeral. That showed how much she was revered by their organized world.
Courtney caught their eye and waved them over. When they approached, she abandoned the territory leader of the West, who held up the line, and focused on them.
"Derk, Smith," she said. Her eyes swam with tears. "I can't thank you enough," she said softly.
Embracing them both firmly, her husband loomed.
"Mrs. Murphy," Smith quietly said, "there's no reason to thank us."
"I'll argue that point with you," she said. "You both got me to the hospital quickly. If I had been alone..."
"Don't, Court," Murphy quietly but sympathetically reprimanded.
Her voice cracked. "You both stayed by my side. I owe you."
Derk vehemently shook his head. Nope, she didn't. Never. He'd do anything for the woman.
She held up her hand. "I'm indebted to you. If you ever need anything, please don't ever hesitate to come to me."
"Courtney," Derrick scolded harshly. He pegged both men with a hard, icy stare. "You will not approach my wife for anything. If you need something, you come to me."
They both nodded, not about to get into the middle of that disagreement. Courtney overstepped her bounds. That issue was between her and her husband.
Courtney closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Derrick's right," she conceded and took her husband’s hand into hers. She looked up at him. "I'm sorry."
He kissed her on the forehead but didn't respond.
That would be the extent of their argument in front of the general public. Murphy and Courtney's relationship was much stronger and secure than hers had been with Darren, her first husband. He’d been a firsthand witness. Mr. Murphy didn't tolerate much and he certainly wouldn't condone his wife's shenanigans like his brother had. It seemed Murphy managed to settle his wife down. Derk internally marveled what it would be like to have a woman at his side that was loyally dependable in every aspect of their lives. Someone who didn’t want money or sex or power. Someone who just wanted a man for himself, no other agenda. To have the all consuming relationship Courtney and Derrick had together. What drove them to feel the necessity to stand by each other without judgment and utter devotion? What
could that possibly feel like? Was it really that soul-soothing to have the love of a woman? Could Mackenzie be a woman to take a place next to him and give him raw affection that could tame him?
Snorting at the ridiculous thought, he brushed it off. Why the fuck was Mac obsessively consuming all his thoughts? He needed to get a grip. He was turning into a fucking woman with these deep questions. What man needed this shit? See, not even in a relationship, and he was being driven to the brink of insanity.
Derk and Smith stepped out of line and off to the side, mingling with other men and women who attended to express their sympathy. Talk about a who's who in the mob community. He was surprised the police weren't sitting out front arresting men as they stepped out of the building. Though, Mr. Murphy probably paid a pretty penny to make certain his wife's father's funeral wouldn't turn into a spectacle.
About an hour later, Jack and Carl approached Derk, who was in conversation with the Eastern territory leader's wife about her daughter she was trying to set him up with. Why any mother would willingly try to pawn their daughter onto him, who knew? Talk about questionable parenting.
"Excuse us," Jack said politely.
"Of course," the portly woman said then scurried off to her husband.
"Can we talk?" Jack asked.
Derk pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and nodded toward the doors. "I need a smoke."
Carl rolled his eyes. "Those things will kill you."
“How original,” he responded dryly.
They strolled out the door and around the corner to a quiet, secluded area on the side of the building. Derk leaned against the tan brick.
"We need you and Smith to look after Courtney tomorrow at the funeral service and burial," Jack said, straight to the point. He motioned between him and Carl. "We're on Derrick."
"Is something going on?" He raised a brow and blew out a puff of smoke.
"Nothing more than usual," Jack answered.
"Fine." Shit, that meant he'd be gone all day again tomorrow. When the hell was he going to get to see Mac again to ravish her luscious body? Maybe later tonight he'd stop by the bar. After the visitation, everyone planned to head to Murphy's Pub and chill before the next day. He could have Smith drop him off, then drive her back to his place in his car he leant her. Yep, that worked.
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