by Jessa Kane
“Really?”
“Damn right.” I squeeze her nipples between my knuckles, chuckling when her body jolts in the water, her knees coming up through the bubbles. “Going to give you whatever the fuck you want.”
“I want you, Mick,” she whispers.
“You’ve got me. You’ve got your freedom, too.” My right hand slides up to close lightly around her throat. “You’ll be free to do anything but associate with other men, are we clear on that? There’s no compromise. You make your girlfriends, paint your pictures and do what you damn well please. But there’s only one man who touches you. If anyone looks below your neck, I want to know about it. Straight from your pretty mouth.”
Several beats pass in silence, her gold eyes serious. “For years, I’ve watched men come and go from my window. Without hearing a word out of their mouth, I loathed them. But without hearing a word from yours, I wanted to be near you.” She leans sideways and kisses my forearm. “My heart knew you. Now it’s yours.” Her tongue skates out and traces my vein. “My body is yours, too. Always.”
My hand leaves her throat in favor of prying open her mouth…and I don’t so much kiss her as I devour her. Thank God she encouraged me because I’ve hit my limit in the control department. Need to make her come. Need to fuck her. I’m not sure I’ll ever be satisfied with my claim on Hailey—I need to make it happen again and again until she can’t breathe a word without other men knowing she’s locked down. I want my name to be wrapped around everything she says.
“Climb out.” I smack the side of the bathtub. “Sit on the edge and open your legs. I’m going to tongue that sore pussy down. Get it ready for cock again.”
Just like the night we met, Hailey looks more interested in kissing me than anything, her wide eyes trained on my mouth. “B-but, Mick…”
“I know you like kisses, baby.” Still on my knees, I lift her out of the tub with one arm, settling her wet ass on the nice, wide slab of marble in front of me. “There’s more than one way I can kiss you, though. Something tells me you’re going to have a hard time picking your favorite real soon.”
I’m definitely going to hell, because her genuine confusion makes my dick throb like a motherfucker. In so many ways, she’s still a virgin, and I plan on enjoying every second of her new education. With a grunt, I reach down and free my cock, the heavy weight of it thunking against the side of the tub.
“Remember that little spot that feels so nice when Mick rubs on it?”
She nods.
“What’s it called?”
“My clit,” she whispers.
“Good girl. And what is your clit to Mick?”
Her suds-covered tits are beginning to heave, sending the bubbles sliding down. “Your reason for getting out of bed in the morning.”
“Good girl.” I lick a pattern over each of her knees. “Now part your thighs and show me where it is. I know you remember.”
Slowly, her knees slide apart on the marble and I almost throw her on the floor and ram her full of my dick without waiting another second. There’s never been anything so smooth and sweet and inviting. Throw in the innocent way she’s watching me and hell…oh yeah, hell is definitely where I’m going.
“Touch it with your finger, Goldie…and ask me to kiss it.”
Her nipples are in such tight peaks, I know she’s growing wetter by the second and I’m all but salivating with the need to get my tongue in that soaked little cunt. I hold my breath and watch as her fingers trail down her belly, the tip of her middle one sliding just inside her folds. “Can I have a kiss, Mick?”
My cock lifts so violently, it smacks off my belly as I dive forward, jerking her ass to the edge of the marble at the same time. The first taste of her almost makes me come, it’s so fucking delicious. There are guards positioned outside the room and they almost definitely hear her scream of pleasure when my tongue finds that tight nub I helped her discover. I grind my mouth down on her mound, sawing my tongue against her clit, relentless, needing her to understand how desperate I am for her perfect taste, how obsessed I am with making her come. This is my life now and I never want it to change. I won’t be satisfied until she climbs onto my face every morning and begs for the relief only I can give her.
Goddamn, she’s getting wetter by the second, her moisture mixing with the bathwater to coat my chin, my neck. Her fingers are in my hair making a mess of it, her hips unable to remain still on the marble. “Mick. Ohhhh, Mick,” she whimpers between shallow breaths. “I can’t…I’m going to…”
I bear down harder with my tongue, curling it around her clit and squeezing the swollen flesh, all while sneaking my middle finger into her pussy. Fuck, she’s already clenching in so tight, I can barely get my knuckle past her entrance, but once I do, I find that G-spot and tickle it, tickle it until her thighs clamp around my face and she starts sobbing. There it is.
“Mick!”
She comes like she’s sitting on a washing machine during the fucking spin cycle, shaking and vibrating against my face, leaving her pleasure on my lips. And I lick it up with hungry growls, savoring, memorizing the taste. My woman’s. I take my hand and drag it down her soaked pussy, gathering the proof of her satisfaction, then I rip open my shirt so I can smear it in my chest hair, down my stomach. Mine. It’s fucking war paint and I can fight the world as long as I’m wearing it. Her.
“Get down here, baby. Sit on Mick where you belong.” I lift her limp body off the bathtub, dragging her onto my lap, leaving her knees planted on either side of my hips. My cock seeks heaven, swelling and reaching for her entrance. But for a moment, all I can do is stare at my obsession in awe, watching the bath water glisten on her skin in the glow of the candlelight. Her tits are high and gorgeous, partially covered by her long, wet hair. I’ve captured a virgin fucking mermaid and I can barely breathe around the beauty of her. “I don’t want to live a day without you. I’m not even sure how I made it this long.”
Her eyes go soft. “I-is it too early to say—”
“Hell no, it isn’t.” I hold her gaze, feeling my heart pumping double time in my chest. Mine mine mine. “I damn well love you. Might have happened the minute I saw you, baby, and it’ll always be that way. You and me against the world.”
She falls forward, cupping my face in her hands. “I love you, too,” she whispers, the words hitching in her throat, her pussy pressing hot and tempting on my lap. “You make me so safe. So happy.” Her hips writhe, innocently seeking, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Tell me how to make you happy.”
It’s like I haven’t fucked in a decade. That’s how I’ve felt every minute of the day since she walked into the bar. Like a deviant sex addict with only one drug of choice. Hailey. Having heard her say she loves me, I’m even harder, hungrier with the fever to claim. “I need to give you my cock. Right now.” I reach between us with a shaking hand, guiding myself to her tight slit. “I fucking need it to breathe. Sit.”
“Yes, Mick,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips until she’s impaled, then sliding down with a choked cry. “S-so full. I can’t move.”
“I don’t need you to move,” I grind out, my dick in the sweetest agony possible. “Just hold on to my shoulders and kneel right above my cock. Give me your pussy to pound up into.”
Her mouth is open on mine as she moves, spreading her knees wide on either side of my hips, then tilting her body forward. “Like this?”
“Fuck yeah,” I say, leaning back on one elbow and gripping her ass in my free hand, roughing it up, giving it a hard slap. “You like that, don’t you? When I’m a little mean to you in the sack.”
Pink paints her cheeks. “I think so. I liked it the first time.” I slap her backside again—harder—making her gasp. “I like it now. I love it now.”
“Jesus Christ.” My hips start to rocket up into her slick, waiting cunt, my balls swinging up to slap the little ass I’m spanking raw. “Knew it. Knew when you came in front of your daddy, I had a horny girl on my hands.” My pace
kicks up, bouncing her on me like a rodeo rider. “Tell Mick you’re a horny brat.”
Her tits are jiggling all over the place with the force of my upthrusts, her puffy lips parted, eyes blind. I’m jackhammering a near virgin and she’s taking it like a professional. God doesn’t hate me after all.
“I’m a horny brat,” she breathes. “M-Mick, I…I think I’m going to…”
Surprise, pride and lust fill my chest up until I’m positive I’m going to burst. “Little miracle, that’s what you are.” I fall back flat on the floor, both of her ass cheeks tight in my grip now as I slam slam slam into her tiny hole, my hips flexing, lifting up and down off the floor. “Go on, baby. Squeeze up on my cock and let go. You’re a horny brat and you can’t help it, can you?”
“No,” she sobs, her neck losing power, my upward drives make her head bob. “Oh. Oh.”
Every part of her tightens at once and I can’t stop myself from flooding her any longer. Hot come claws at my balls with the need to escape, a roar building in my throat. I ache everywhere, like my muscles are locked in a meat grinder. No more, though. No longer, because as soon as she begins trembling and screaming with her climax, I cut my misery loose and let it leave me, giving it to Hailey. “Take it,” I shout through clenched teeth. “Take what I made for you.”
The need to possess…the need to impregnate…rips through my body and before I acknowledge these undeniable needs, I flip Hailey onto her back and pound her cunt like a pillaging Viking, set loose on my enemy’s daughter. I’m rough and demanding, shoving her thighs open as wide as possible so I can plant my seed. And perfection that she is, her fingernails draw blood on my shoulders and she whines my name, her cunt milking me, letting me know she’s just fine being my victim.
Minutes later, I gather Hailey close to me and kiss her to sleep, knowing this could be one of the last quiet times we steal together before the battle.
And then I get up to face it. I’ll face hell for her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hailey
Mick has a smile on his face, but I can sense he’s worried. Maybe it’s the way he looks over at me every five seconds, to make sure I’m still here. Or maybe it’s just the bone-deep intuition that comes with falling in love with someone. He’s rescued me from the tower and stashed me somewhere my father can’t find me, but there’s an air of what now hanging in the air. I’m afraid to find out the answer.
I’m wrapped in a white cashmere robe, snuggled in the most incredible bedclothes, watching Mick pace the floor, occasionally glancing out over the hotel grounds through the curtains. He carried me in here after my bath…and what came after…and I’m too boneless to move. So even though I would love nothing more than to crawl over to my backpack to retrieve my paints, I stay right where I am. There will be plenty of time to paint Mick once we’re in Montana.
Montana. Horses. Space. Friends.
Am I allowed to get excited? Am I allowed to believe this is really happening?
After a long glance in my direction, Mick leaves the room and returns a moment later holding a folded menu. “Let’s get you something to eat, Goldie. Pick whatever you want.”
I sit up and open the menu, gasping over the colorful pictures of pancakes smothered in whipped cream and fruit salads and a whole chicken. “I can’t choose,” I say quietly after a moment wherein I change my mind nine times. “No…I think eggs. And chicken fingers. No. Wait. A burger?”
Mick sits down beside me on the bed, brushing my hair back with a tenderness that makes my heart speed up. “How did you eat in your father’s house?”
“Once a day, the maid would leave a tray outside my door. Usually a sandwich or whatever he didn’t manage to finish at breakfast. She would unlock the door long enough for me to drag it inside.” Discomfort clogs my throat, but I shrug it off, not wanting to be ungrateful for the here and now. “He delivered orders for the paintings, though—he didn’t trust them in anyone else’s hands. He’d bring me a new, blank canvas. Supplies. I usually had two weeks to get it done, unless there was a rush…”
I trail off when I notice Mick’s hand is twisting in the comforter. “You’re never going back there, baby.” He takes the menu from my hand. “You’re getting all three things and I’m adding a milkshake.”
“No, there’s no way—”
He stops my protests with a kiss. “Do me a favor, Hailey. When I want to spoil you, just say, ‘Okay, Mick.’ Seeing you happy makes me happy.”
Fingertips of exhilaration crawl up my spine and scalp, making me feel like I’m back in the hot bathtub with steam swirling around me. “What else makes you happy? What did you do to have fun before me?”
He reaches under my robe and grips my hip, drawing me closer so he can lay his head in my lap. “I collect old pianos,” he says. “Got a whole barn full of them back home, just sitting there. Waiting to be restored and tuned up.”
“Really?” I laugh. “I didn’t expect that. Do you play?”
“Some. Not as well as I’d like.” He undoes the tie of my robe, pushing it open so he can nuzzle and kiss my belly. “There was a neighbor growing up. She used to play late at night and I’d hear it through the wall. There wasn’t much beauty where I lived…but just the sound of the piano made me wonder if there was more in the world. Beauty.” He swirls his tongue in my belly button. “Little did I know, my Hailey was out there. The most beautiful thing in this damn world. You’re the music now, baby.”
Heat pushes behind my eyes. “I want to learn to play. For you.”
He glances up. “Let’s learn together.”
I can’t subdue my smile. “Okay.”
An hour ago, I couldn’t imagine a place finer than this hotel room, but my excitement about getting to Montana is building by the second. I just want to go there now. Somehow Mick has already made it my home.
He slides lower on my body, pushing open my left knee and kissing me on the low waistband of my panties. His heartbeat raps against my leg, faster and faster, but after one final kiss, just an inch or so from my clit, he moves back into a sitting position. He turns away, but not before I can see the shadow in his eyes. It’s not the worry from earlier, though. It’s something else. Something like…shame?
“Mick.” I reach out for him, catching the sleeve of his shirt. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he says gruffly, brushing a thumb across my lips. “I’m just finding it hard not to…”
“Not to what?”
“If I let go of my self-control, Hailey, you’d be getting fucked by me once an hour. I look at you and I want to hold you, feed you, care for you. Talk to you.” He swipes a hand across his mouth. “But I also want your pussy. I want it non-fucking-stop.”
I’ve already grown wet between my thighs. Doesn’t he realize I feel the same? I want his big body on top of mine, pressing me down, his words harsh in my ears. “I want that, too,” I murmur, sitting up and letting the robe coast down my shoulders. “I didn’t know if it was just me. You seemed surprised that I’m so…”
“Horny,” he rasps, adjusting the ridge in his pants. “That’s a real good thing, baby. I didn’t mean to make you feel wrong about it.”
The way he’s looking at me makes me feel sexy, desirable, and I do what feels right. I pile my hair on top of my head and twist a little on the bed, tempting him closer. He comes with a heaving chest and a straining zipper. “Fuck me again, Mick. Again and again.”
After ripping his shirt in the bathroom, he put on a new one—and it lands on the floor now in a heap, followed by the lowering of his fly. “Goddamn, Hailey. I should be working. I’ve got a shit ton of red tape to cut down, but I panic when you’re less than five feet away from me.”
“After this time, you’ll work,” I whisper, boldness making my blood thick and needy. “I’ll make you. I promise.”
With a groan, he lands on top of me, pressing me down into the mattress, his mouth wet and insistent on my neck. The robe and my panties are tossed aside
like nothing and we’re skin to skin, Mick coarse and covered in hair on top of my smaller, smoother form. And nothing has ever felt more right.
Despite his thick flesh growing between our stomachs, I still sense him holding back, though. “What do you want, Mick?”
He shakes his head while sucking at my lips. “It’s bad, baby.”
“No, it can’t be.” I spread my thighs wide and roll my hips. “Tell me. I want to give you everything.”
For long moments, all I hear are the shallow breaths he takes against my mouth. “I liked claiming you in front of him. I know it’s wrong, but I have this need for other men to know you’re mine. Especially him. He is…he was…the only other man in your life. And I wanted him to know that shit was over. That you’re mine now. Forever.”
I stroke my fingertips down his broad back. “That’s not wrong. It’s just you,” I whisper, letting him lick me into a hard, grateful kiss. “Maybe it’s both of us. Because I want him to know you’re mine, too.” Closing my eyes, I whisper the truth I’ve been keeping, deep in my subconscious. “I want to do it all over again.”
Mick scrutinizes my face for a few beats, as if he can’t believe what I’m saying. As if he’s in awe of me. That thick part of him throbs harder, more insistently between us. And without warning, I’m flipped over onto my stomach, my left cheek pressed down onto the soft sheets. “Spread them, brat.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “No…please.”
“You heard him,” Mick growls, bearing his teeth against my ear. “You’re mine for the hour. We don’t want to disappoint our audience, do we?”
Dizziness wracks me, I’m so hot and turned on in the most twisted way. Moisture pools between my legs, my skin prickling with sensitivity. Mick and I both need the act of him claiming me in front of my one and only father figure, but being attuned to Mick, I know exactly how he wants to play. It matches my own desire, because I like mean Mick. I don’t know how or why, all I know is my body responds and he takes care of the ache. “Don’t look,” I croak, sliding my thighs wide on the bed. “Don’t watch. Please.”