Shouldn't Want You (Cataclysm Book 2)

by Jerica MacMillan

  “Danny,” she whines against my mouth when I manage to break our kiss again. “I want you. Now.”

  “I want you too, baby. So bad. But I should get you that water first.”

  She shakes her head. “After. I just need you right now.”

  How can I turn her down? I can’t. Dropping my hands to her ass, I gather her against me and put one foot on the floor. She wraps herself around me so tight I can barely breathe, but I don’t fucking care. Using one hand on the couch as leverage, I rise to standing, her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her mouth fastening to mine once more.

  With a grunt, I manage to tear myself away. “Gotta see where we’re going,” I mutter in answer to her wordless protest.

  “Hurry,” she whispers, rubbing herself against me as I carry her to my bedroom.

  Holy fuck, she’s sexy. If she acts like this after a night out with the girls, I might have to encourage her to go out more often. Even if I don’t like the idea of being apart from her any more than necessary.

  Maybe I can try getting her to have more than one drink when we’re together. Or figure out how to take her dancing.

  I make it to the bed and gently lay her down, trying to disentangle myself long enough to get undressed, but she won’t let me go.

  “Kiss me, Danny. Please kiss me.”

  So I do. Because I’m not a heartless bastard. While I kiss her, I shove her dress farther up her thighs, gripping the soft globes of her ass in both hands as she continues to rub her pussy all over my abs, only the tiny triangle of her thong and my T-shirt keeping us apart.

  For her part, she’s shoving at my pants with her feet. And since I’ve spent the evening on parenting duty in the hotel, I’m wearing a pair of soft lounge pants, so her efforts are working. My pants drag down to the curve of my ass, but they’re going to get hung up on my cock in front. Without breaking the kiss, I reach between us and pull the waistband out and down, freeing myself and pushing my pants to my thighs. Her feet follow, shoving them far enough that they fall free.

  Then she’s clawing at my back, yanking on my shirt until it’s bunched under my armpits and I have no choice but to tear myself away from her and yank it over my head.

  When I do, she sits up, licking her lips as her eyes roam over me, from the ink scrolling over my shoulders and chest and arms, down to where I’m stroking my rock-hard cock, as ready to be inside her now as she was to climb on top of me.

  But now she seems to be pumping the breaks, her eyes flashing dark and sexy as she shifts, moving to crawl to me, her gaze never leaving my dick in my hand. Without a word, her face gets closer, and there’s a cute little furrow between her brows as she studies me.

  Unable to help myself, I step even closer and touch the tip of my dick to her pretty little mouth. “Lick it,” I command, my voice rough and hoarse.

  She glances up at me, a sexy smile curling up the corners of her mouth, and while holding my eyes, she flicks her tongue out and takes a swipe around the head.

  “Christ,” I hiss, and her tiny smile turns into a smirk. She does it again, flicking out the tip of her tongue to taste me, and then she opens that perfect mouth and slides her lips over me. Not far. Just around the head, but she flicks with her tongue while I’m in the hot wetness of her mouth, and then she sucks. Not just a little burst of suction either. No—goddamn—her cheeks hollow, and she looks me in the eye while she sucks like I’m a thick milkshake and there’s something stuck in the straw.

  “Holy fuck.” My knees turn to jelly, and it takes everything in me to stay upright because I don’t want to fucking lose the feel of her mouth on me. So hot and wet and fucking perfect.

  With short, sharp little twitches of my hips, I work myself in her mouth, not wanting to go deep and scare her, but unable to stay still.

  Reaching out, I run my free hand through her hair, the other still wrapped around my cock like I’m feeding it to her. “Jesus, Ava. That feels amazing. But I thought you wanted me inside you.”

  She gives a little nod that makes me groan, and then she releases me—making me groan again. “Shhh.” She holds a finger to the pouty lips that were just wrapped around my cock, and her shushing is at least as loud as my groan. “Eli’s sleeping. Don’t wake him up,” she whispers loudly. Turning, she presents me with her back. “Now unzip me.”

  I waste no time doing just that, pushing the dress down her shoulders. She takes over, pulling her arms out of the straps, then backing up to step off the bed, her ass bumping me in the process. Moving my feet out of the way of her heels, I stay close to her, enjoying the shimmy of her hips as she pushes the dress down, rubbing myself against her skin as it’s revealed.

  As soon as the dress falls to the floor, my fingers hook in her thong, pulling it off and nipping the flesh of her ass on my way down. She gasps, hair flying as her head whirls to look at me over her shoulder.

  I rub the spot on my way back up. “Do you want my mouth somewhere else first?”

  She shakes her head. “No. I just want you inside me right now. I swear I’m about to combust already. I just want to feel you.”

  Before she’s even done talking, I have a condom in hand, and I’m rolling it on. With gentle fingers, I grip her chin and turn her head so I can kiss her over her shoulder, our tongues tangling, my other hand running up her belly to pluck her nipples. She squirms against me like she’s not sure if she wants to turn to face me or press her ass against my cock, so she ends up doing a little of both, twisting her upper body to line up our mouths better, but pushing back into me at the same time.

  When she whimpers, I’m done. I break the kiss, moving her hair aside so I can kiss and nip my way down her neck as I press her forward with my chest, bending her over the bed. I run my hands down her back to her hips, rubbing and stroking her, sliding my fingers down the straight line of her spine, enjoying her dips and curves. “God, you’re so perfect,” I whisper, rubbing my cock against her ass.

  She glances at me over her shoulder. “Please.”

  Pulling my hips back, I line myself up and press inside her.

  Her head drops to the bed on a muffled sound of pleasure.

  “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” She moans again and presses back against me. I grip her hips and hold her tight, grinding against her. “So fucking perfect.”

  When I start to move inside her, she lifts her head, arching with pleasure. She wasn’t lying when she said she was about to combust. After only a few thrusts, her pussy’s already clenching around me, a precursor to an explosive orgasm. I pick up the pace a little, sliding my hand over her hip and down between her legs. She’s already so close, I want to send her flying, then build her up again and wring as much pleasure out of her little body as I can.

  She gasps when my fingers slide over her clit and back to gather some of her juices from where my cock slides in and out of the tight grip of her pussy. I start with slow, light circles, but when her hips buck, caught between my cock and my fingers, I increase the speed and pressure. She lets out soft, high pitched, breathless sounds as I work her sweet little pussy, her back arching even more as I drive her closer to the edge, her fingers gripping the fluffy comforter, tightening till her knuckles match the white fabric. The longer she balances on the knife edge of pleasure, the closer I get to my own release. When she finally lets go with a muffled cry, her face buried in the bed, I’m so close that there’s no way I can draw another orgasm out of her right now.

  I lean forward, bracing myself on my forearms, reaching for her hands and tangling our fingers together. She grips my fingers between hers as her pussy spasms around my cock. My vision blurs with pleasure, my hips snap, and I ride her into my own oblivion, spilling myself inside her.

  It’s all I can do to keep from collapsing on top of her, not wanting to crush her. With the muscles in my legs still feeling like jello, I brush gentle kisses over her shoulder as I reach between us to hold onto the condom and withdraw, much as I hate leaving the tight, swee
t grip of her body.

  The fact that we have all night is the only thing that makes it okay to leave her lying facedown on the bed, limp and sated, as I go clean up.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Ava

  Danny lets out a low, rumbly chuckle when he comes back from the bathroom and finds me lying in the same position, more or less. I’ve scooted up so that my feet don’t have to hold up my hips anymore, but I’m still wearing my shoes so my feet are hanging over the edge, and I’m just too tired and relaxed to do anything else.

  I open my eyes and look at him standing at the foot of the bed, still naked, still delicious, still stubbly and inked and looking almost as ready as he was when he helped me strip his pants off him. Still a little muzzy from the three drinks I had tonight, a detached part of me is surprised at how brazen I was. How demanding. I think I almost begged for his … cock. Even in my head, I still hesitate over the vulgar term, but after spending most of the week in his bed, listening to his dirty talk, it’s getting easier. To think it, at least. I still can’t bring myself to say it. My fall from grace and completely turning my back on how I was raised is still too recent. My inner good girl hasn’t been pushed aside completely, but Danny doesn’t seem to mind.

  In fact, he seems quite taken with me, inner prudish good girl and all. Though you wouldn’t know she was still a factor from the way I acted tonight.

  His warm hand runs down my calf, his fingertips slightly roughened with callouses. Those fingers circle my ankle, lifting my foot a little, then my shoe slips free, dropping to the floor with a soft thud on the plush carpet. The other one follows suit, and then Danny’s rolling me onto my side. His hands leave me for a second, and I’m content to just let him do what he wants right now. Tired—in the best way—relaxed, and happy. I don’t want to have to exert my own will right now. The blankets move, and then his arms scoop me up and turn my body so it’s situated correctly. I put forth the minor effort of lifting my head to get it on the pillow, and Danny’s firm chest meets my back, his legs curling behind mine. He pulls the blankets up and over us before sliding his arm around my middle, adjusting me so skin meets skin everywhere it can. Forget space for the Holy Spirit. There’s not even space for rice paper.

  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Danny whispers something, and I respond with a sleepy, “Mmm?”

  He chuckles again and kisses my shoulder. “Get some sleep. I’m glad you made it to my room before you passed out.”

  “Mmm.” I snuggle back into him, happy and warm and content in a way I haven’t been in … maybe ever.

  Lips.

  Tongue.

  Stubble rasping against my shoulder.

  Stiff cock slipping between my legs, rubbing against me.

  I arch back, squeezing my thighs.

  A soft groan at the increased friction.

  Lifting one leg, I reach between us and grip the cock between my thighs. Angling my body, I line it up with my opening, and press back onto it.

  It feels so good sliding inside me. Hot and hard and glorious.

  An arm wraps around me, a thumb stroking over my nipple, hips pumping up, driving the cock into me farther.

  It moves slowly inside me, each thrust dragging across that place inside me that makes me lose my mind. I gasp each time.

  Lips again on the skin of my shoulder, my neck. Fingers sliding over my leg, holding it up, keeping me open. I arch and gasp, spiraling higher with each slow drag in and out. It lasts forever, and it’s over too soon.

  Lightning flashes behind my eyes and pleasure races up my spine, radiating out from every pore as I clench and shudder, the cock inside me speeding up until it goes as deep as it can, our bodies joined and pulsing together.

  I snuggle back, the hand holding my leg gently releasing it and sliding around my middle once more.

  Warm. Safe. Happy.

  Sleep.

  When I wake up, light streams in through a crack in the drapes, illuminating the dim room. And I’m alone. Danny’s side of the bed is cold, like he’s been up a while.

  My mouth feels sticky and tastes nasty, and I sit up gingerly, mindful of the dull tightness pulling across my forehead. There’s a bottle of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on my bedside table. Danny must’ve realized I’d be a little worse for wear this morning.

  Thinking about him sends a delicious shiver down my spine as I remember the vivid sex dream I had last night. Moving to the edge of the bed, there’s a slickness between my thighs that betrays how aroused I was from the dream—still am, clearly.

  Padding across the room, I relieve my bursting bladder and claim one of the robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door before heading back into the bedroom to check the bedside clock. Danny keeps it turned away from the bed because he doesn’t like the alien green glow shining in his face while he sleeps. When I pick it up to look at it, I let out a gasp. It’s after eleven.

  Just then the door opens, and Danny pokes his head inside. “Hey.” He gives me a warm smile that lights me up on the inside. I like his moody growly face. But his smiles are sunshine and rainbows after a storm. He comes all the way inside and closes the door softly behind him. “I thought I heard you up. I was about to call Kendra and see if she could take over watching Eli until you woke up. How are you feeling?”

  A zing of panic chases away some of the warm feelings. “Don’t call Kendra. She’d know I slept here.”

  His smile dims a little. “Yeah. That’s why I haven’t yet. But if you’re not feeling up to watching Eli on your own, it might be nice to have an extra set of hands. We could wait till you’re dressed and call her then.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks the time. “Either way, I ordered you some lunch. Brunch. Whatever. I have to leave a little before one for the sound check. And then there’s a fan thing after, some kind of prize that Blaire organized with a local radio station. I won’t be back before the show tonight. We’ll have dinner there as a band. I’d like it if you and Eli could come. I’m pretty sure Kendra’s coming too.”

  I nod, forcing myself to relax. “Of course. We’ll plan on that.”

  He smiles again and crosses the room to me, letting out a sound of frustration when I dodge his kiss. “Sorry. I have the nastiest morning breath today. Thank you for leaving the water and ibuprofen, though. That’s maybe the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

  He gives me a weird look and kisses me anyway. “Number one, I don’t really care about morning breath. Number two, you need to raise your standards. You didn’t drink any water before bed, and were obviously feeling the effects of more alcohol than normal. Anyone with half a brain and a functioning sense of sympathy would leave water and medicine available.”

  Dropping my eyes, I smooth my fingers over his shirt. “Well, thank you anyway.”

  “You’re welcome.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, and when I raise my eyes to his, he looks thoughtful, his brows together like he’s debating whether or not to say something.

  “Everything okay?”

  He shakes his head, rubbing a hand down my arm. “About last night …”

  My cheeks flame immediately, and I drop my eyes again. “What about it?”

  One finger presses on the underside of my chin, tipping my face back up. “We’re okay? We’re … safe?”

  “Uhh … yes?”

  His eyes look back and forth between mine, the wrinkle between his eyebrows still there. “You don’t sound so sure about that.”

  Maybe because this is a weird conversation … that we didn’t even have the first time we had sex. I take a deep breath and nod. “Yes, we’re fine. I’d had a little more than normal to drink, but I remember everything. It’s not like you took advantage of me or anything.”

  He studies my face a moment longer, his features relaxing, and a smile curving his lips before he kisses me again. “Okay. Good. I just wanted to be sure.”

  I snuggle into his chest, wrapping my arms around him and giving
him a squeeze. He’s so sweet and caring. Grayson never checked on my feelings this much. It’s such a refreshing change, and despite my best intentions, I can feel myself falling for him a little more every day. Especially when he does stuff like this.

  “I should probably shower,” I say as I detach myself. “But I haven’t had time to bring any clothes over.”

  He clears his throat, and his voice sounds a little uncertain when he speaks. “Yeah, uh, I hope it’s okay, but I swiped your key card and went and got you enough for today a couple hours ago. I thought you’d prefer to be able to just get ready here rather than risking anyone seeing you wearing the dress from last night or a borrowed T-shirt.”

  I melt a little more. He really is the best. “Thank you.”

  He presses another kiss to my lips and steps back. “You’re welcome. Let me grab your things. Then you can take a shower. By the time you’re done, your food will be here, so don’t take too long.”

  “I won’t.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Danny

  Despite my prediction that my band mates would find out about Ava and me in almost no time, it’s surprisingly easy to keep our relationship under wraps.

  It’s been three weeks since we kissed, and no one suspects a thing as far as I can tell.

  I can’t decide if I’m more happy about that for Ava’s sake or annoyed for my own. Because as long as no one’s figured it out on their own, I’m still under strict orders not to touch her in front of others. Which gets harder every time she brings Eli to a preshow dinner after a fan meet and greet, or to watch from the wings while we perform, which she does at least once at each stop. She still hasn’t gotten the chance to experience a real show, and without a good reason to try to get Kendra to watch Eli one night to let Ava have that experience, trying to arrange it would arouse suspicions.