Bad Habit: Downey Brothers Series

by Mara Leigh

  Stroking my cock with her hand, she lifted her leg as if eager to get me inside her as quickly as possible, so I reached for the condoms and put one on as fast as I could.

  Our lips locked again, and I lifted her into my arms. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. It was like we fit each other, anticipated each other’s moves. So fucking hot.

  Eager to get her onto the mattress, I turned toward the bedroom, but drowning in her lips, I lost my ability to multitask. Walking while kissing was beyond my current skill set, and the bedroom seemed too far.

  Concentrating on her delicious lips, I backed her up against the wall and used my body to brace her, freeing up one hand to trace through her sex, so fucking wet. I stroked through the slippery folds, almost lifting her with that hand, stroking and circling, relishing in the hot wetness of her sex and the sound of her moans.

  When I couldn’t resist any longer, I ground my sheathed cock against her sex, fucking her slit sideways, without penetration.

  My dick slid along her dampness, stroking her clit, getting so much pleasure even without being inside her. Gasping, she shuddered in my arms and then sucked my tongue into her mouth—hard.

  I pressed a finger inside her to confirm she was coming, and I stroked her as she came, not as hard as she had last night, but for a long time, her breaths like tiny exhaled moans.

  I pulled out my finger, and brainless with desire, I thrust into her with one long, forceful thrust that went far deeper than anything I’d attempted last night.

  Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. Too much. I’d pushed her too far.

  Then her pelvis flexed, moving against me, circling, even as I held her pinned to the wall.

  Keeping my body still and buried inside her, I kissed her, letting her body work my dick with the small motions of her hips. The squeezing of her inner muscles nearly made me come.

  As much as she claimed to want something more like the porn, I needed to remember her inexperience. I needed to take this slow and be gentle. But my body was out of sync with my mind, and I clued in that I’d already started thrusting, pushing into her as long and deep as I’d take any woman.

  I shifted one hand to her ass, hoping to add some control, but instead, the subtle shift conspired with gravity to increase my depth and change the angle of my penetration.

  Moaning, she flexed her back as I thrust, her body absorbing and enhancing each stroke, our bodies moving in tandem as my cock impaled her body, over and over.

  I was so ready to come.

  But I didn’t want that. Not yet.

  Buried inside her, I carried her to the bedroom and sat down on the bench at the end of the bed, her on top of me. She tightened her legs around my waist, adjusting her hips and sinking me in even deeper.

  Hands on my shoulders, legs hooked at my back, she circled her hips and looked into my eyes as she rode my cock, bucking on my body with so much abandon it was hard to imagine that less than twenty-four hours ago she’d been a virgin.

  Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red, and she licked them, exhaling hard with a high-pitched moan each time her hips landed.

  My hands on her butt, I lifted her slightly, and she started to use my shoulders and back as a fulcrum to move up and down on my dick, each stroke only an inch or two in depth, but the change in pressure and friction so fucking hot.

  I moved one of my hands to her tit, and we stared into each other’s eyes as we moved together, panting and sighing, giving and taking so much pleasure from each other I could barely believe it was possible.

  Joined to her like this, I felt bathed in her goodness, part of her. Like anything was possible.

  Her gaze locked on mine, it felt like her eyes were penetrating me as deeply as my cock was taking her pussy. And it was true. Faith saw me, all of me, even the bad parts—and yet it was all okay.

  “Oh, Mac!” She cried out, and her breaths came even faster. She changed our angle slightly so my dick was rubbing hard on her clit, and she spasmed around me with another orgasm.

  Her breaths grew thready as she came, her hips jerking against me as her climax overtook her, overtook us both. As her final aftershocks tightened around my cock, I lifted her and flipped her over onto her back on the bed.

  Braced with one leg on the divan, one knee on the bed, I pounded mercilessly, thrusting so deep and so hard, no concession to her inexperience or the fact she’d just come, and still she grabbed my ass as if wanting more.

  If only I had more to give. My orgasm exploded, surging through me, tensing my body and making me shout in gasping bursts that matched the release of come from my cock. And still I thrust, wanting to take every last second of pleasure from this, draw out every last bit of heightened sensation.

  Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, pulling her with me, and she curled into my arms, stroking my body as if comforting a wounded soldier, home from battle.

  I felt like I’d been through a battle, one that had taken every ounce of my energy, leaving me a useless puddle on the sheets.

  “That,” she whispered into my ear, “that was more like it.”

  Twelve

  Mac

  Faith closed her eyes as she drew a tiny bite of a chocolate-and-peanut-butter tart off her fork so slowly she must be letting it melt off the tines.

  “Good?” I asked.

  Without opening her eyes or removing the fork, she nodded. Then the metal slowly slid from her lips, making me so hard I could barely breathe.

  “It’s amazing,” she said. “I want to memorize the taste and texture so I’ll never forget.”

  “I love how you get so much pleasure out of everything.”

  “Try some!” She dug her fork into the dessert and reached the bite across the table. “Why didn’t you order dessert?”

  “Sweets aren’t really my thing.” I’d order a second steak before dessert, but I took her offered treat, looking into her eyes as I pulled the morsel off the fork. “You’re right. It’s delicious.”

  “Want more?”

  I shook my head. “You enjoy it.”

  “I hate to waste it, but I’m too full.”

  “I’ll ask the waiter to pack it up. You can have it later.”

  “Really?” An even bigger smile washed onto her face. “Chocolate is amazing. I’m surprised it isn’t illegal. Or one of the deadly sins on its own.”

  I chuckled, then realized she was serious. “This is the first time you’ve had chocolate?”

  Nodding, she looked down. “I’ve had a lot of firsts on this trip.”

  “How could you not have had chocolate—ever?”

  She shrugged. “Mother said it was a decadent luxury—a sin.”

  “You didn’t sneak any behind her back?”

  “Never had the opportunity. The nearest town was more than fifteen miles away, and we didn’t go often. When we did, Mother never let me out of her sight.”

  “That must have been rough, especially once you got older.”

  “It seemed normal. And often Mother went to town without me.”

  “She left you alone? In the woods? Weren’t you frightened?”

  “Of what?”

  “I don’t know… Intruders? Bears?”

  Faith tipped her head to the side as if considering my question. “No one ever came to our cabin. Ever. So the idea of an intruder never occurred to me. As for bears? We stayed away from them and they stayed away from us.”

  “That easy?”

  She shrugged. “In the late spring, when they have cubs, you have to be extra careful, but bears are shy.”

  “I can’t even imagine living in isolation like that.”

  “Did you always live in the city?”

  “Yup. Plus I have four brothers. Never got a moment alone.”

  “What is it?” she asked. “You’re smiling to yourself.”

  “Oh, just thinking about how hard it was to get alone time growing up.”

  “To relax?”

  I leaned forward. “To jerk
off.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Pleasuring yourself. Masturbating.”

  One hand rose to her cheek. “Oh!”

  “Let’s just say, with five teenaged boys sharing two bedrooms and one bathroom between us, it was hard to get any privacy.”

  “Is that something you did… often?”

  “You could say that.”

  Her eyes opened wide.

  “It’s a normal teenaged thing. For boys, anyway, but girls too I think. The nuns didn’t even bother to lecture us about self-abuse.” I put the words in air quotes. “Not like they did when our Da was a kid.”’

  “The nuns approved?”

  “Well, ‘approved’ might be taking it too far, but they didn’t tell us we were going to Hell, or that we’d go blind, or anything.”

  “That can happen?”

  I shook my head. “Nuns used to say stuff like that to kids to scare them. But now… pleasuring yourself is recognized as part of a healthy sex life.”

  She sighed softly. “I have so much to learn.”

  “You’re a fast learner.”

  She shook her head. “I couldn’t figure out the rules to that dice game.”

  “Craps? That’s not exactly an important life skill. You didn’t like gambling, did you.”

  “Was it that obvious?” She winced. “I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible.”

  “I just don’t see the point of gambling.” Her hand rested softly on the table.

  “Some people get a thrill from it. Almost a high.”

  Her lips twisted to the side. “Even though it was your money, I felt sick every time I wagered a chip—maybe because it was your money.”

  “But you won a few times.”

  “Even then.” She shook her head. “Everything about gambling felt wrong.”

  I picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “So, I guess greed’s not your favorite sin.” She hadn’t loved the shopping spree, either, even though she looked amazing in all the nice clothes, none more than the sequined gown she was wearing tonight.

  “Guess not.”

  “Which sin is your favorite? Gluttony?” I pointed to the dessert.

  Blush rose on her cheeks as she shook her head. “I think you know which one I like best.”

  My dick turned into an iron rod. She claimed to have a lot to learn about the world, and that might be true, but she’d certainly picked up on how to flirt. Or maybe she didn’t even realize what she was doing.

  The waiter came. I paid the bill and he packed up Faith’s leftover dessert, setting it in a pretty pink foil bag with handles for us to carry back to the room.

  We stopped on the way back on one of the outside balconies at the hotel, leaning against the fake marble balustrade and enjoying the night air now that the temperature had dropped below ninety.

  “I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.” She leaned her head against my chest as I held her from behind.

  “Me, too.” And I would. It wasn’t my first time in Vegas, but it was the best time. And it was all because of her.

  “Mac.” She turned toward me, and I set my hands on her shoulders. “I need to tell you something.”

  “What is it?”

  She looked like she was going to burst, so I kissed her forehead lightly to give her a moment. “Ask me anything. Whatever you want. Sky’s the limit.”

  “You,” she said. “I want you.”

  “Baby, you have me.” I traced my hand down her back, loving how her entire body reacted. “Let’s go back to the room.”

  “In a minute.”

  I nodded, but my cock objected to the delay.

  “I didn’t mean I want you for sex.”

  “Oh.” Had she really gotten it out of her system?

  “I mean, I do want you for sex, but what I meant was, I love you.” A huge grin replaced her expression. “I love you so much.”

  My chest warmed for an instant, filling with joy and hope like I was being immersed in sunshine, then reality crashed the party and my stomach twisted. This wasn’t real.

  I shook my head. “No, you don’t.”

  “Yes, I do. I know it’s soon, and I don’t expect you to respond one way or the other, but I know what I feel.”

  I knew what I felt too.

  Guilt.

  I’d taken this too far. Way too far. “What you’re feeling, Faith… It’s not love. It’s because I’m your first. You’re confusing lust with love.”

  “No.” She frowned. “If you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. But you can’t tell me what I feel.”

  My mouth was bone dry. She was so earnest it made me believe her feelings could possibly be real. But even if they were, it only made me more of an asshole. I couldn’t be more wrong for her.

  “You’ll get over it.”

  “No, I won’t. Mac. I can’t get over it. I love you.”

  Shaking my head, I drew a long breath. I had to make her understand. The time had passed to let her down gently. I was such a shit that I hadn’t even been able to give her that. It was time to pull off the bandage in one sharp tug.

  “Listen,” I said as coldly as I could. “The man you think you know. He’s a fake. The real me? I am a bad person. A criminal.”

  “You’re giving that up.”

  “Am I? Really?” I cocked my head to the side. “My main skill is to make people feel comfortable, to manipulate them into giving me what I want.”

  I swallowed to wet my dry throat. “That’s what I’ve been doing with you. Manipulating you to get what I want.”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  I shrugged, but my neck was so tense the motion hurt. “I wanted to fuck you. Wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a nun. That’s all this was.”

  Her eyes filled with hurt, and she blinked a few times, looking into my eyes. I wanted to look away, get my gaze to safety, but I steeled my expression. If I ever needed my skills of persuasion, this was the time.

  “I don’t believe you,” she said. “That’s not all this was. What’s happened between us, our friendship, our conversations, our lovemaking. It wasn’t fake.”

  “Okay.” I caved. “It wasn’t fake, but you don’t love me. You can’t. You shouldn’t. I’m bad for you. So wrong. You have no idea.”

  She cupped my cheek. “I know you’ve done bad things, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, Mac. One of the reasons I love you is because you regret the bad things you’ve done. Because you want to be better.”

  I shook my head. I did want to be better. For her—and for me. But even if I reached my highest potential, I’d never be good enough for Faith.

  On the goodness scale, we were so many miles apart that even if I reached my summit, I’d be dragging her down. The one really good thing I could do, the best thing, the only thing was to convince her that her love was misplaced.

  “I am not the man you think I am.” I grabbed her ass and kissed her, hard, bruising her lips with mine as I ground my erection into her soft belly.

  She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. “You can’t fool me. You might know how to win people’s favor, you might think it’s all tricks and deception, but I see you.”

  She pressed her hand against my chest. “If you’re good at doing deals, it’s because you consider other people’s feelings. You can’t disguise who you really are, Mac. Not from me. You’re good and worthy, and you would never do anything to hurt me or anyone, not intentionally.”

  Her words warmed my insides, almost made me want to believe I was the man she saw, but I needed to stay strong. I needed to show her. She had no idea who I was—who I really was.

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the elevators. “I’m going to take you back to the room, and then I’m going to show you just how bad I really am.”

  Faith

  Standing behind me on the elevator, Mac slid his hand up the slit at the back of my dres
s, lifting the fabric, then pushed his hand forward, rubbing his fingers over my underwear.

  “Mac!” I squirmed to get away from him, but his other arm clamped around my waist, holding me tight.

  “There are other people here,” I whispered.

  “So?” He growled into my ear as he stroked the dampening fabric.

  An elderly couple turned their gaze away, but a man with a heavy belly looked at me so lewdly I wanted to throw up.

  I turned away from his gaze, and then Mac’s fingers found their way under the fabric and pushed inside me from behind.

  I gasped at the unexpected intrusion, squirming, feeling my entire body contract around the new center of my body—his fingers.

  Then I realized my squirming was only drawing more attention, so I tried not to move, not to show the other three people my discomfort, my arousal, my shame, but I was like a hand-puppet, impaled on Mac’s plunging fingers as the other hand gripped my upper body, keeping me captive and just where he wanted.

  The elevator doors opened. No one moved, then as the doors started to close, the man stopped them and stepped out. He turned and wiggled his protruding tongue at me as they closed again.

  If Mac noticed, he didn’t react. He held me tightly as his fingers continued to push inside me, nearly lifting me a few times with the force. I’d never been so embarrassed, but my body didn’t seem to share my shame, taking its pleasure from Mac’s plunging fingers. Would I be able to stay quiet if he touched my clit?

  The doors opened again and the older couple left the car, the man shaking his head in disgust. Just as the doors were about to close, the elegant white-haired woman looked back at me and winked.

  The instant the doors closed, Mac bent me forward at the waist, then pumped his fingers inside me, fast and hard.

  “Oh!” My knees buckled, but that only added to the depth his fingers were reaching inside me.

  The elevator arrived on our floor. As the door opened, his fingers exited my body as quickly as they’d first entered and then wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling my body against his side.