Meet The McIntyres - The Complete Series

by Rebecca Barber

  “Whoa! You all right there, Payton?” He helped me back onto my stool, holding onto my arm.

  Shrugging him off, I smiled. “Thanks, Beau.”

  “Ah! You got my name.”

  “Yep.”

  “Derek?”

  “Who else?”

  “What can I get you?” The bartender appeared before us, snapping my attention away from Beau’s hypnotising gaze.

  “Two quick fucks, please.”

  I hadn’t thought how that would sound until I was covered in Beau’s beer. Looking up, I caught the shock in his face.

  “Sorry,” I quickly apologised, embarrassment flooding me.

  This guy was a magnet for all my stupid. I couldn’t do or say anything around him without ending up wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

  Feeling his warmth against my skin, I breathed in his scent and fell on my ass. Even though I’d seen him hours earlier in his suit, now it was dishevelled he looked even more edible. The jacket was nowhere to be seen and the sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled up, exposing his forearms. His very muscular forearms. It was like arm porn.

  “You don’t look like a quick fuck to me.” I swear I almost died at his words. They may have been a few words, but the look in his eyes confirmed there was nothing innocent about them. When he added, “I’d say you’re more of a screaming orgasm kinda girl,” I choked on my own tongue.

  “Ah…” What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? Yes please? Do you want me bent over the bar or against the wall?

  He trailed his finger from my exposed collarbone to that spot right behind my ear. The spot that made me go weak in the knees and my panties damp. “Wanna find out?” His offer was one full of warning and promise. Forcing myself to look away, I grabbed the shot glass in front of me and swallowed it whole before chasing it with the second.

  With a deep breath, I rose as gracefully as I could and held out my hand. “Let’s go.”

  If he was surprised, it didn’t show. Instead he tossed some cash on the bar in front of us, wrapped my hand in his, and led me from the bar.

  Outside was colder than I’d been expecting, and the wind whipped about my face, catching my hair and causing it to dance like a drunken toddler. With my free hand I tried to smooth it down, but it was pointless. Beau yanked me against him roughly, squishing my boobs into his arm before he slammed his mouth over mine. I gasped with surprise at the insistence of his tongue as he plunged inside my mouth.

  The urge to rub myself up and down his leg was almost too tempting to resist. A second later my back hit the cold glass window and a chill went straight through my overheated body. When he nipped my neck, I knew he’d leave a mark. What’s worse, I wanted him to. I wanted to be claimed. Fucked senseless. Made to lose all coherent thought. Biting down on my bottom lip, I attempted to hold back the scream building in the back of my throat as he ground his erection into my belly.

  Without realising I was doing it, I grabbed handfuls of his hair and tugged, earning me a moan. Fuck, he sounded like heaven and hell mixed together. And a hell of a good time. When he clasped my wrists in one of his huge hands above my head, pinning me to the glass, his other kneading my boob, I squirmed. I wanted more. I needed it. Right fucking now.

  Leaning into him, I grabbed his ass, holding him to me. For the first time I looked around at where we were. At my own damn shop. I’d been dry humping Beau against my own damn window.

  “Upstairs,” I blurted out breathlessly.

  I was so damn hot and horny that if I didn’t get somewhere private in the next two minutes, then the whole Main Street would be getting a free live show.

  Beau didn’t answer. Instead he inched forward again, rubbing his own arousal against me. Even through his dark suit pants, I could feel how hot, hard, and big he was. Despite being a little intimidated and a lot out of my depth, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. Not just my hands either. My mouth watered at the thought. It’d been too long. Way too fucking long. Tonight I had plans to not just break the drought I’d been in, but to fuck my way into monsoon season.

  Letting go reluctantly, I spun around and headed for the stairs. Three steps up, I turned to see if he was still coming. It wouldn’t have shocked me if I was suddenly on my own. Hell, it’d happened before. But it wasn’t happening tonight. Instead of running in the opposite direction, Beau was hot on my heels. Obviously I wasn’t moving fast enough because a few steps higher, a resounding slap echoed through the silence and my ass stung. He’d slapped me. He’d slapped my ass. I’d never been spanked before, but I’d be fucked if it didn’t make me even hotter.

  One of my favourite things about living in a small town was the complete security it offered. It might be all in my head, or maybe I just cared less because I didn’t have anything worth stealing, but right now I was thankful I didn’t have to worry about sticking a key into a lock. All my attention could be on sticking something else where it was needed. Desperately.

  Beau’s fingers dug into my hips as the door banged open before flinging back. “Fucking finally,” he growled as he spun me around.

  Yanking the front of my shirt down, his mouth found the top of my heavy boobs and I almost came where I stood. For a brief flash I remembered I should be embarrassed by the way I was acting, but when his adventurous fingers popped the button on my jeans, all rational thought abandoned me.

  “Fuck!” I squealed when my feet left the floor and I suddenly found myself sitting on the kitchen bench, legs spread wide and Beau between them. He nipped at the exposed flesh of the top of my boobs and I moaned loudly. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate. When he plunged his tongue back in my mouth, his hands went to work on my jeans. It wasn’t until I lifted my hips to help him get them off that I remembered the granny panties I was wearing again. My only saving grace was the light was still turned off and he only had the pale moonlight filtering in through the curtains to see. Maybe I’d get away with it.

  Trying to ensure I did, I reached down and found the bulge in his jeans. Slowly I trailed my hand up and down, increasing the pressure. His kisses became more insistent with each second.

  “No more,” he rumbled as he knocked my shoes to the floor with a clatter and yanked my jeans and panties down. A second later they were flung over his shoulder, completely forgotten. Without warning, he plunged two, long, thick fingers inside me and I almost saw stars. While he pumped them in and out of me slowly, his free hand reached inside my top and yanked down my bra, pushing my boob right in his face. Beau didn’t hesitate. Barely a second later, he latched his lips around my nipple and sucked like his life depended on it.

  With my hands wrapped around his neck, I held him to my chest before digging my heels into his ass. I was barely clinging to sanity and reason right now. Unable to stop the tremors flooding my body, I fucked his fingers recklessly. Glancing down, I looked straight at the man who was about to give me more pleasure than I’d experienced in a long time. Battery operated boyfriends had nothing on the real thing. The moment our eyes locked, I exploded.

  Beau was relentless.

  Even as my orgasm pulsed through me, he didn’t let up. Not even to let me catch my breath. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me and attacked me with his tongue. It was fucking torture. Pure, exquisite torture. I moaned and groaned and wriggled around like a bitch in heat, frantically searching for the elusive multiple O I’d heard so much about, but had yet to experience.

  He was a fucking genius. If I could have, I’d have dropped to my knees and worshipped him right now. Between his tongue and his very talented fingers, he’d bring me to the edge before backing off slightly, only to repeat the process.

  “No more! Please no more,” I begged, crushing his head between my knees.

  Pulling his head back, his eyes met mine and I recognised the lust. He looked how I felt…completely overwhelmed and hornier than ever. His hair had that just fucked look, thanks to me tugging on it relentlessly as he brought me more pleasu
re than I ever remembered enjoying.

  “No more?” he repeated with a quirk as he rocked back on his heels, a Cheshire smirk on his glistening lips.

  I could smell sex. It was everywhere. My ass was barely inches from the vase of flowers and I could smell myself over it.

  Maybe it was the scent of arousal in the air. Maybe it was the tingling in my legs, or the way my heart pounded in my chest. The way my breath came out in needy pants. Perhaps it was the fact I was overheating, a miracle considering I was sitting bare-assed on my kitchen bench with one boob sticking out of my top. I wanted more. I needed it. I needed him. Deep inside me. Reaching that place that my battery boyfriend couldn’t.

  “Want you inside me,” I panted.

  Without saying a word, Beau pushed to his feet and unbuttoned the white shirt. He was just out of reach, and that was probably for his own safety. I wanted to lick every contour of his chest, including those delicious pink nipples.

  “Fuck me.” I hadn’t meant to say it, let alone for him to hear it.

  “Oh sweetheart, that’s the plan.” With a devilish wink, he pulled his wallet from his pocket, dropping it on the bench before crushing his lips over mine. He tasted like beer and man and, me. It was an odd combination, and one I shouldn’t have liked, but I found myself craving more.

  While he tried to figure out my top, I reached for his pants. Unable to stop myself, I rubbed his length through the flimsy material. He was so big. Bigger than I’d had before. It should have frightened me, instead it just made me even more impatient. Beau pushed my hands away and pulled off my shirt before making short work of my bra. Once my boobs were free, the cool air struck my already overly sensitised nipples, making them pucker. Beau didn’t hesitate. Rolling the tip of one between his fingers, his tongue lavished attention on the other. I found myself wondering if I could come just from this alone. It wouldn’t surprise me. Fuck, it felt incredible.

  Temporarily mesmerised by his kneading, fondling, and licking, I’d forgotten about his cock, which was begging for my attention. When he rubbed it along the inside of my thigh, I moaned loudly. Pulling Beau off was hard. I didn’t want to, but there was one thing I wanted more. Needed more. With a little space between us, well enough to get my hand in between, I popped the button and eased the zipper down. Taking over, Beau kicked off his shoes, socks, and pants, leaving him standing there in a pair of black boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. Trailing my fingers over the fabric, I felt the warm wetness there. He was as primed and ready to go as I was.

  “Enough!” he roared, stepping back and pulling them over his hips.

  Suddenly my mouth went dry as his hard, heavy cock pointed straight at me. I was dying for a taste. That would have to wait, though. Right now I needed him inside me. Licking my lips, I reached down and wrapped my nervous fingers around his steel shaft. It was hot and hard and huge.

  Spreading the pre-cum that was weeping from his tip around the head, Beau’s head fell back as his hips thrust forward. I felt wetness flood me while I continued to stroke him. Without warning, Beau knocked my hand away and latched his lips onto the pulse point on my neck, sucking hard. When he pulled back, we were both panting, hard.

  “Now!” I demanded.

  Beau must have been as wound up as I was. He pulled back and produced a foil packet. While he ripped it open with his teeth, I fondled his balls. I don’t know why I wanted to, I just did. The moment he’d sheathed himself, he locked our gazes and lined himself up.

  “This time’s going to be hard and fast.”

  “On the kitchen bench?” Although I was sitting stark naked already, I’d hadn’t thought he’d fuck me on it.

  “Yep.”

  “Hard and fast.”

  “Just fuck me already!”

  And he did. Boy, did he. By the time we were spent, I’d come twice, causing me to see stars before he’d given in and exploded. It was fucking hot. I wanted to do it over and over and over again.

  “That was…” I began, coming down from the high.

  “Round one,” he stated arrogantly.

  Before I had a chance to reply, he wrapped my legs around his waist. I could still feel him inside of me as he carried me across the room before tossing me on the bed with a bounce.

  Chapter Eleven

  Beau

  If this wasn’t the most incredible sight in the world, then fuck if I know what was. Payton was lying on her back, her knees parted, her hair fanned out, her cheeks red, and a thin sheen of sweat covering every delectable inch of her skin. And those curves. Fuck! I could get lost in them and die a very happy man. Despite not wanting to miss a moment of this night, I had to get rid of the condom. Crossing the room, I slipped into the bathroom and disposed of it, filling the glass on the counter with water before walking back into the room.

  I knew I shouldn’t have left. In the thirty seconds I’d been gone, Payton had covered up. Disappointment floored me. Her eyes were half closed and I had no doubt I’d wrung every bit of pleasure from her body. At least for now. I’d let her rest for a bit before round two kicked off. I couldn’t wait. I needed those plump, pouty lips wrapped around my cock while I played with those fantastic boobs. A perfect handful. And one hundred percent all Payton. No trip to silicon valley here. Damn it, the semi I was sporting wasn’t going to stay that way for long, not with these thoughts in my head.

  “What?” she asked, swiping a stray strand of hair from her face.

  “Just admiring the view?”

  “Looking at yourself in the mirror, are you?”

  This woman could be the death of me. It would be a very happy death, but still. Not only did she have a body that made my knees weak and she could cook like a champion, but she had a sense of humour that I was becoming addicted to a little too easily.

  “Something like that.” I couldn’t help my arrogance. I was cocky and deserved to be. Right now she was almost purring like a kitten with satisfaction. Satisfaction I’d provided. “You got room in there for me?”

  The startled look on her face deflated my dick instantly.

  Moments ago, she’d been praying to every god she could as she came apart screaming my name, now she seemed odd. Distant maybe. I wasn’t exactly sure. I knew though something was off. In my experience—and I’d had enough—women always wanted to snuggle after sex.

  “It’s okay, I don’t have to…” I started. But it was bullshit. I did have to. I wasn’t about to be used for my body. Used to scratch an itch. At least not once. If this was a one night thing, then we had the rest of the night to get it out of our systems. My only issue…well the only other issue besides the terrified, confused look on her face, was that I wasn’t sure once would be enough. Not with Payton.

  The moment my tongue touched her lips, that first taste, part of me knew I was completely and utterly fucked. But the moment she shattered into a million pieces while screaming my name that’s when I knew I had no chance.

  “It’s fine,” she agreed much too quickly.

  I watched as she wriggled over, ensuring the blanket didn’t dip, revealing all of that delicious, creamy flesh I was craving. This was bullshit. I’d just had my tongue on her pussy. I wasn’t going to lie beside her, clinging to the edge of the bed, too afraid to even breathe in her direction.

  Squaring my shoulders, I stepped beside the bed, placing the water on the table, careful to move the pile of books out of the way, and turned down the covers.

  “Shit!” she exclaimed as her leg came into sight.

  I was a bastard. I knew that. I didn’t care. I hated that she was hiding from me. Slipping in beside her, I wriggled up until my front was pressed against her back, my cock nestled in the crease of her ass. Every single muscle in her body tensed at my contact. I didn’t give a shit. She wasn’t running out on me now. Draping my arm around her waist, I felt her suck in a nervous breath.

  There were a million things I could have said in that moment. A thousand things I should have said. Instead
I said nothing. I just snuggled against her, breathing in her shampoo as my heavy eyes fell closed. It’d been a crazy day…one I still hadn’t made sense of. The only thing that did make sense was this soft, warm woman dozing in my arms. After a few minutes of unmoving silence, Payton relaxed against me and I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel good. I felt her let her breath out and she stopped sucking her stomach in. I didn’t care that she had a belly. Just the opposite, actually. I thought it was sexy as fuck that she wasn’t some kind of stick figure.

  I was drifting somewhere between awake and asleep. I didn’t care which, as long as it didn’t end. Ever. I could smell something fruity, and I was warm and comfortable. What’s more, a hot wetness surrounded my ever ready cock. I heard the moan and it took a moment for me to realise it’d come from me. Best. Dream. Ever.

  For a few minutes I laid there enjoying the quiet. It wasn’t long before it was too much. Way too much. Forcing my eyes open, it took a few deliberate swipes of my blurry eyes to wipe away the fogginess. When I did…whoa. All I could see was a veil of brown hair tickling my stomach as it bounced up and down. Fuck me sideways! It wasn’t a dream. There was a gorgeous brunette’s pouty lips wrapped around my cock, while her tiny, talented fingers fondled my balls. Barely able to form coherent thoughts, my hands found their way to her head and tangled in her curls. Dropping my head back on the pillow, I moaned again, this time deliberately loud. My appreciation must have been noticed, because without warning my calm, slow blowjob became frantic as she tried to suck the life out of me. Literally. And I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

  My hips started moving of their own accord as she continued to tease. Her tongue swirled. She fondled. She suckled. It was fucking heaven, and it was going to be over quickly. Embarrassingly quickly.

  “Fuck, Payton! I’m gonna…” I didn’t even get the rest of the words out as I filled her pretty little mouth.

  She took it like a champ. Not pulling away. Not flinching. Instead she licked me clean before sitting up. I didn’t know where to look. Her massive, bare chest with her delicious nipples that were pointing directly at me. Or her swollen, bruised lips that were still shiny with my cum.