Bare Yourself (Consumed: Book Two)

by Alex Grayson

  I steer Willow away from my truck with my arm around her shoulders. We just left my friends behind at Suzie’s and there’s something I want to do.

  “Where’re we going?”

  I keep walking. “To the park.”

  “Umm… okay.” She looks around the lightly wooded area. “Why?”

  I keep my answer vague. “I want to watch the ducks in the pond.” I laugh when she gives me a doubtful look. “You’ll see.”

  We walk past empty picnic tables until we reach the pond. There are several ducks in the water. The pond isn’t big and has benches and picnic tables all around it. The sun’s just starting to set, but there’s still plenty of light, and there’re only a few adults scattered about. I spot what I’m looking for and lead Willow over to a picnic table close to the edge of the water. This table works perfectly for what I want to do, because the distance from one side to the other is shorter.

  I straddle the bench and pull her down beside me so she’s sitting just inside the V of my legs. I place my arm on the table along her back. Both of us watch the ducks as they glide across the glassy water.

  “Tell me something about you,” I say into the silence.

  Willow looks over at me. “Like what?”

  “I don’t know. Anything. What were you like as a kid?”

  “Okay. Hmm… I was pure tomboy. Always climbing trees and playing war in the woods surrounding the neighborhood. My mom was constantly bandaging up scrapes and cuts. I didn’t play with dolls like most girls. I liked plastic guns and GI Joes.” Her expression turns sad, and she looks down at her hands. The look disappears and a soft smile takes its place. I wonder what she was just thinking.

  “Minnie and I have been friends since we were two years old. She was my polar opposite. She was the girly girl to my tomboy. I wore jeans with worn-out knees. She wore skirts. My hair was thrown into a simple ponytail and hers was done up in pigtails with ribbons. My favorite color was anything but red and pink, while hers were red and pink.”

  “Why did you look sad a minute ago?” I ask.

  She swallows and looks out over the pond again.

  “Because Minnie and I had another friend. His name was Bryan. The three of us were always together.”

  I pick up a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger. Her hair is so soft.

  “What happened to him?”

  “He changed.” Her eyes glisten with tears and it makes my heart hurt for her. “In college, he started hanging out with the wrong people, got into drugs, and became someone I didn’t want to know anymore.”

  “Were you and he… together?” I have to work at keeping my voice neutral, when all I want to do is growl and punch something.

  Willow laughs and the expression on her face says it all. I mentally breathe out a sigh of relief. I’ve got no right to be pissed over anyone she’s slept with in the past, but it still brings on my anger. It’s impossible, but for some insane reason, I want to be remembered as her first and only lover.

  “No. Even the thought of that is laughable. He was—” She hesitates, looks at me from the corner of her eye, then continues. “—like a brother to me. It was always him and Minnie though.”

  I rest my hand on her thigh; she’s wearing another skirt, so it meets warm, smooth flesh.

  “It’s hard to imagine you as a tomboy, wearing jeans and T-shirts. You wear skirts so damn well.”

  She snickers. “Once I hit puberty, my hormones went wild. I started noticing things about me and about other girls. Mainly, how other boys looked at girls in skirts, wearing makeup, and doing their hair fancy. Up until that point, the thought of boys being anything other than friends was disgusting to me. But then I saw them differently, and I wanted them to look at me differently. So I started wearing skirts and pretty little shirts and tried to look like all the other girls.”

  I let my thumb run across the skin of her thigh. Goose bumps appear and it sends a twitch to my dick.

  “I would have noticed you, whether you wore jeans, a skirt, or a fucking nun’s habit. I guarantee I would have stopped at nothing to get underneath your clothes.” To punctuate this, I let my hand run up her leg until it disappears under her skirt. I stop just short of reaching where I want to touch the most.

  I lean over and nip at her ear. “Look across the lake.” I know she does what I ask, because her sharp intake of breath tells me so. “What are they doing?”

  When we first got here, I noticed two young guys across the lake. They’re going to be our audience.

  “One’s fishing and one’s reading a book,” she says in a breathless voice.

  “Keep watching them and tell me if they look this way,” I order.

  Her skirt draws up her legs as I bring my hand up. My fingers meet soft wet silk, and I groan because she’s already so damn wet. My girl loves showing off just as much as I love showing her off.

  I watch the expression on her face but also keep an eye on our surroundings as I glide my fingers over the smooth material. She pants and latches on to my hand when I run the pad of my finger along the edge of her panties. I think she’s going to push my hand away, but she doesn’t, she just leaves it there, letting me do what I want.

  I dig my fingers beneath the edge of her panties and they glide through the slipperiness of her arousal. My dick throbs to the tune of my heartbeat when I meet her clit. I flick it with my finger a few times and she draws in a deep breath, then releases it on a low moan. I widen my legs and scoot closer to her. Lifting the leg closest to me, I put it over my thigh. Her skirt still covers her, but just barely.

  I latch my lips just below her ear at the same time I push one finger in her.

  “Oh, God, Tegan,” she whimpers. I love all the sounds she makes, but hearing my name come from her lips in that sexy whimper has all my blood rushing to my cock, filling it up, and making it unbelievably hard.

  I slide my finger in her a few times, then pull it out, only to add another. My thumb goes to her clit, and I manipulate it at the same time I fuck her with my fingers.

  “Shit,” she mutters on a moan. “One of the men is looking our way.”

  I slide my glasses up and look away from her just long enough to see that the man standing at the edge of the pond is indeed looking over at us. He notices my eyes on him, jerks his head away, but then brings it back a second later. I keep my expression neutral, silently letting him know it’s okay to look. I want his eyes on Willow. Most men would be jealous and angry that another man’s looking at his woman. But me? Willow’s mine, and I know that. She’ll be coming home with me tonight. I like showing men something they desperately want, but don’t have.

  When I bring my eyes back to Willow, she has hers closed.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to watch him as he watches you.”

  She releases a shaky breath, then opens her eyes. I slide the skirt up a bit further, not enough to completely expose her, but enough to give a glimpse of her sweet pussy to the man. Willow cries out softly when I slam my fingers back inside her. The way we’re positioned, it’s harder to push my fingers in deep, so they only go in halfway.

  “The other man’s watching,” she pants.

  “What is he doing?” I ask as I rub the stubble of my beard up her neck.

  It takes her a minute to answer. “He’s umm… He has his book in his lap with his hand underneath it. I think… I think he’s playing with himself.”

  “I bet he’s wishing it was his hand underneath your skirt.” I curl my finger inside her and meet the spongy flesh inside. She lets out another soft cry, this one a bit louder. I look around to make sure we’re still alone. “Or better yet,” I say, when I look back at her, “I bet he’s imagining bending you over this bench and fucking you raw.” I thumb her clit a bit harder. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Willow. I want to strip you bare and have you straddle my cock until you’re full of me, right here in front of those two men. I want them to hear you scream my name.”

  Her breathless
whimpers have my balls tightening up. I push back the need to yank her onto my bare cock and focus on bringing her to orgasm. As much as I want to take her right here, there’s still too much daylight, and while there’s only a handful of people scattered about, there’s still a good chance someone that won’t appreciate our display may come along and report us. The last thing I want is for Willow to get a ticket or spend a night in jail.

  Willow’s soft cries come louder and louder with each breath and it’s obvious she’s past the point of realizing how loud she’s being. I look over at the two men across the lake. The one fishing has dropped his fishing pole and is outright gawking at us. I smirk at him. The book sitting on the other guy’s lap is bouncing up and down furiously.

  I look at Willow to find her head tipped back, eyes closed, and mouth open. Using the arm on the bench behind her, I reach around and put my hand over her mouth. My fingers inside her attack her G-spot and my thumb works overtime on her clit. Her eyes fly open, her fingernails dig in to my forearm, and my hand muffles her pleasure-filled cries. I swear I almost lose it at the intense look of desire on her face as her walls grip my fingers and she climaxes all over my hand.

  “Fuck me,” I groan. “It’s sexy as fuck watching you come.”

  She sags back in my arms and turns her head my way. I lean down and settle my lips over hers. I kiss her softly and slowly, because I worry if I devour her mouth like I want to, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her.

  “That was so damn hot,” she says quietly when I pull back.

  I swipe my thumb across her clit one more time before I pull my fingers from her and bring them to my lips. “Fuck yeah, it was.” Her eyes flare when I slip the fingers in my mouth and suck off her flavor. She loves when I do that.

  Neither of us looks over to the guys across the pond as I pull down her skirt, grab her hand, and walk with her back to my truck.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tegan

  I have Willow up against the wall in one of the dark hallways in Blackie’s. My hips thrust back and forth quickly and her nails dig in my back as I fuck her relentlessly. She has her head tipped back against the wall with my face buried in her neck, breathing in her delicious scent, when I feel eyes on us. I pull my head away and look down to the end of the hallway. Lukas Black’s standing there, casually leaning a shoulder on the wall, watching us with a bored expression.

  Without missing a beat, I continue to fuck her, burying my face back into her neck. It’s obvious he wants to talk to me, but he can wait until I’m finished. No way am I stopping for his ass.

  A few minutes later, I chase Willow’s orgasm with my own, emptying myself in the rubber wrapped around my cock. Since the one time I fucked her without a condom, we haven’t done it again. Willow’s appointment was last week, but the doctor had to reschedule. Something about an emergency leave of absence. She has another appointment at the end of next week. We’ve both avoided the possibility of her being pregnant. On my part, it’s not because the thought scares me, but I know she worries about it, so I haven’t brought it up. If she is, I won’t be disappointed. That may be premature thinking, as we still don’t know much about each other, but I feel like there’s a strong connection between us.

  I groan when I slide my dick from Willow’s body. I just had one of the best orgasms of my life and my dick still tingles with pleasure as it rubs against her tight heat. I pull the condom off and tie off the end, and Willow looks over and notices Lukas standing there. Even in the darkened hallway, I can see the bright flush of her cheeks. It’s cute as hell how she still gets embarrassed at someone watching us, at the same time it turns her on.

  I lift her chin and plant a lingering kiss on her lips. “Go out and sit with the others. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I murmur.

  She nods, and with a quick glance to Lukas, turns and walks back out into the main room. I push open the door to the bathroom and throw the used condom away before walking over to Lukas.

  “I need a favor,” he grunts in his deep tone.

  Lukas Black is the owner of Blackie’s and is very well-connected. I’ve known him since right out of college when he came to me to have a bed frame commissioned. The piece was beautiful, a four-poster with wooden vines wrapped around the posts. He was impressed with my work and has since commissioned other pieces, and has even sent other clients my way. He’s very private with his personal life, and he can be quite intense at times.

  “What do you need?” I ask, curious about this favor. I don’t get the vibe he asks for favors very often. I hold back my chuckle with the thought that asking me now for one has got to be biting him in the ass.

  “I need you to distract Colt for me,” he replies.

  “Why?”

  “Don’t ask questions. Just do it,” he demands, his brows pulling down into a scowl.

  I don’t care for his tone, so I ask again, “Why?”

  His resounding growl would scare a lesser man. Too bad for him, I’m not the type of man who gets intimidated easily. I hold his stare with my own, not backing down.

  His jaw works furiously for a moment, before he grunts, “Tera is coming by.”

  I raise my brow. “Colt’s sister?” He gives a single nod. “You’ve never had a problem before handling Colt when she comes by.”

  The vein in his temple throbs and his hands ball into fists, showing his anger. Lukas and Colt have never gotten along, and it pisses Colt off that his sister, Tera, is involved with him. I don’t really blame Colt for not liking him. After all, Tera is freshly turned nineteen, and Lukas is in his mid-to-late thirties. But I know it’s more than that. The animosity started before Tera and Lukas started doing whatever it is that they are doing. I don’t know the story behind it, but apparently, something happened between them in college. I’ve witnessed a couple different occasions where they’ve gone nose to nose, the need to pummel the other clear on their faces. The only thing holding them back is Colt’s fear he’ll upset Tera, and Lukas’s professionalism to not fight in his club.

  “She’s pissed at me right now, so I don’t want her running into Colt when she gets here. She may… let something slip if she does, and he’s got no right to know our business.”

  I’ve only met Tera a couple times through Lukas, but you don’t need to know her to know she has a fiery temper to match her fiery red hair.

  “Fine.” I sigh. “When?”

  The only reason I agree to help Lukas is because it’s not uncommon to see the two in a heated argument. Actually, it would be unusual to not see them bickering at least once a week. They’re both extremely stubborn.

  He looks down at his watch. “Ten minutes.”

  I nod, then turn to leave.

  “Thank you.”

  I turn back to him, but he’s already walking away back to his office. I leave the hallway and feel the vibrations of the music on my feet as I make my way over to the table. I sidle up next to Willow, who has two bottles of beer in front of her. She slides one my way.

  “Thanks, baby,” I say, bending down for a kiss.

  I take a drag of my beer and set it down, then sling an arm around the back of her chair.

  “Who was that?” she inquires.

  To keep Colt from hearing me—the mention of Lukas’s name would only piss him off—I bend down and say in her ear, “Lukas Black. He owns the club.”

  She nods, and looks across the dance floor, bouncing slightly in her seat to the beat of the music. Fucking Lukas. If it wasn’t for him, I could be grinding my cock against Willow’s ass right now on the dance floor.

  “Hey Colt,” I call.

  “’Sup?” he says, turning to face me, putting his back to the door and the hallway that leads to Lukas’s office. To sweeten the pot, Abby turns our way too. I’m not sure if she would point out Lukas or Tera if she saw either of them, but just in case, this works out better.

  “I’ve got a friend that may be interested in doing business with you. He’s got this proje
ct he wants to put together, but doesn’t have the financial backing.”

  He leans his elbows on the table with interest. “What kind of project?”

  I rack my brain, trying to come up with something out of the blue—what can I say, I didn’t think this through—and remember a video I watched a while back on YouTube.

  “He’s got this idea about magnet motors.”

  His brows pinch down into a frown. “Magnet motors. What do you mean?”

  I search my mind, trying to remember the video. Fuck Lukas and his woman trouble.

  “I don’t know the logistics shit of it, but something about motors running purely from the pull of magnets and not depending on gas or electricity.”

  “Hmm… interesting,” Colt says.

  A blur of red catches my eye and I look over Colt’s shoulder and see Tera walking determinedly toward Lukas, who’s standing in the mouth of the hallway. She stops with her hands on her hips and says something to him, causing his mouth to turn into a firm line. He says something back and reaches out to grab her arm, but she snatches it back.

  I bring my eyes back to Colt, when he says, “Is this just an idea he has, or has he formed any plans? Does he know how it works internally?”

  I pick up my beer and take a swallow to stall for time. I put it back down and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth.

  “I’m not sure. He mentioned it to me the other day, and I told him I knew a guy that might be able to help.”

  Colt pulls a business card from his wallet and tosses it to me. It skids across the table. I look over his shoulder just as Lukas grabs Tera’s arm and starts dragging her down the hallway behind him. I’d be concerned, but I’ve seen this shit before. Tera’s never acted afraid of Lukas, so I know he won’t hurt her.

  “Tell him to give me a call and we’ll set something up for next week.”

  I nod and pocket the card, already forming an excuse as to why my friend never called him. I’d feel bad if it wasn’t for the fact that Colt’s wallet won’t hurt from the loss, and he can afford to not be concerned about a potential fake client.