by Sylvia Fox
If anything, she's more than perfect, if that's even possible.
"Good girl," I murmur as I unzip my pants and bring out my dick. It's hard and heavy in my hands, so fucking ready to be inside Carrie's hot body. "Now climb back onto my cock."
She obeys me without an argument, such a contrast to how she's been all damn day. Truthfully, I like it when we fight, but I sure as hell like this even more.
Carrie climbs on top of me, and slowly sits on my rod. Her slick, hot walls engulf me, making fucking stars dance in my eyes. Holy shit, she feels good. Tighter than I thought she would be, and so wet that my whole dick is slick with her sweet milky juice. God, I want to lick that pussy. I could spend all night tasting her, flicking my tongue against her clit.
But right now, she's fucking me, and I'm already gasping with the need to squirt. She bounces on my lap, my dick hitting the back of her tight wall. I dip my hand between us, flicking my finger against her wet clit. She moans so loud I swear the whole bar will hear. But I don't fucking care, and neither does she.
She shudders against me, coming hard and coming fast. Faster than I'd expected. Her body twists and writhes as she grasps my hair tight in her hands. Panting hard, she falls against my chest, a dazed smile donning her lips. God, this makes me feel like a man, making her come so hard and so fast.
"Holy shit," she breathes. "I guess I needed that."
"No kidding, Carrie." I draw light circles on her back as she catches her breath. "You practically gushed the second I touched you."
She blinks up at me, almost shyly. "Does that mean it's time to go to the next bar?"
"No fucking way. I'm not done with you yet." I lift her from my lap and flip her over so that her ass is sticking high in the air. I slide my finger down her back, down her cheek, across her soaking pussy, before tracing slow and sensual circles around her second hole. She shudders, trembling as I flick my finger closer and closer to that hole.
"Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass before?" I ask almost too low for her to hear. Her ass is so fucking perfect, all I can think about is ramming her with my swollen dick from behind, taking her in every way I possibly can.
"No." She trembles, lifting her butt higher in the air. "But I want you to be the first. Please."
I don't need any more encouragement than that.
My dick is still coated in her juices, so I easily slide into her ass. It's so tight that I almost explode right then and there, but I force myself to hold back. I don't want to cum fast, at least not as fast as that. I want to feel her for as long as I possibly can. And oh my fucking god does her ass feel like a wonderland.
A wonderland only for me.
I start slowly, dipping my cock in and out of her sweet little hole. She cries out, pressing her hands hard against the wall of the photo booth. In a million years, I never would have put me here and now. In this bar, with this woman, having anal sex in the dirtiest of ways.
But right now, I like it dirty.
All I want is dirty. As dirty as we can fucking get.
My hips pick up speed, the need pouring through me overtaking my mind. I pound into her fleshy mounds, grunting as I feel her squeezing tight around my needy cock. I can't stop. Not now. I'm so close I can barely see straight. But I can't come unless she does, too.
I reach around and rub her clit, feeling my desire flip to maximum with her juices coating my fingers and her body trembling under my hand. It's all I can fucking take. My balls squeeze, and my cock explodes, seed pouring into her ass and dripping down her cheek.
It's the single best night of my fucking life, and it's not even nine o'clock yet.
9
Carrie
My head is fuzzy, and my mouth is stuffed with socks. Whatever I did last night, it definitely involved way too much booze. Wait a minute, I think, squinting my eyes at the bright white ceiling overhead. That's not my ceiling. The one in my apartment is stained gray from years of neglect. This one looks brand new.
Groaning, I twist my head sideways and see…
Shit.
Liam Landon, my boss and Enemy Number one, is sprawled out beside me. And he's completely naked.
My mind stutters, trying to make sense of my surroundings. How the hell did I end up here? In his bed? I'm also naked, I note. Memories flicker through my head of last night, of my actions, of the crazy set of events that got me here. Going out on a tour of the LES with Liam. Suggesting tequila shots instead of something much more sensible. Sneaking into the photo booth and climbing on top of him like I'd lost my damn mind.
Sex. Lots of it.
And then more sex after coming back to his penthouse.
Hot sex, I can't help but think. The best damn sex I'm likely to ever have. I even tried anal for the first time in my life.
Liam shifts, turning to face me and peeling open his own swollen eyes. Clearly, he's hanging as much as I am. How will he react when he finds me in his bed? Obviously, we let things get a little out of control. Will he regret it? My heart begins to hammer hard, fear and confusion pounding through me.
"Carrie?" he asks, sounding as confused as I felt when I first woke up. "You're…here."
Well, that's certainly not a great sign. "Yep. Looks that way."
With a groan, he pushes up onto his elbows, and my eyes snag on his impossibly sexy tattoo. I traced my fingers along the lines of the artwork last night, teasing him and taunting him with every touch. Does he remember what we did? And if he does…how much does he regret it?
"So, I take it last night escalated, to say the least." He takes stock of my lack of clothes, his eyes lingering on my breasts.
"You don't remember?" I grip the sheet tight in my hands and pull it high enough to cover my nipples.
"It's starting to come together in my head." He sighs and leans against the headboard, one that probably cost more than my entire year's rent. "I'm sorry, Carrie. I think the booze went straight to my head. I don't usually do things like that."
"Thinks like what?" I can't help but ask.
"Randomly sleep with women." He frowns. "Especially not ones I work with. You can see how that might cause problems."
"Cause problems." My heart lurches inside me, and I jump from the bed, frantically grasping for the clothes that are scattered across his hardwood floor. "Of course. How silly of me."
"Carrie," he starts to say, but I hold up a hand to stop him.
"This was a mistake," I say as quickly as I can. I can't bear to let him say anything else. The mortification is already too much. "We got drunk and got a little too friendly. Let's just pretend it never happened. Otherwise, the success of the bar will obviously be at stake."
"Wait," he says. "I feel like we're not leaving this in a good place. At least stay and have some breakfast. I have an espresso machine…"
"No can do," I say. "My friend needs me to look after her kids this morning. I'll…see you at work. Later."
And with that, I escape from his fancy penthouse as quickly as I can. Before he can see the tears in my eyes.
10
Liam
Well, it's official. I've scared Carrie away, the most perfect woman in the world. The biggest problem is, I don't know why. Either she was mortified to wake up next to me or she expected me to take her body for mine again this morning. Why didn't I? It's a question I keep asking myself, and one I can't even answer, even though it's been several hours she since ran out of my penthouse.
I'd certainly been confused when I first woke up. Memories were fuzzy. My head felt full of sand. To top it all off, there was a gorgeous woman in my bed. A gorgeous woman I'd said was off-limits.
Obviously, drunken me had decided she was as far from off-limits as she could get.
And all sober me wanted to do was repeat the night before.
I didn't communicate that very well though, and I'm pretty sure she ran out of here thinking I don't want her in the light of a brand new day.
God, she was perfect last night. No other woman can eve
r compare now that I've had her.
Clearly, I need to fix this situation. Stat. Especially when I want nothing more than to toss her right back into my bed again and have my way with her for hours and hours and hours…
It's time I take a trip to Chinatown.
Carrie answers the door wearing nothing but a towel. She almost drops it to the floor when she sees me standing on the stairs. Her mouth opens wide, and her eyes practically pop out of her head. Without a word, she takes two steps backward, as if she's trying to put as much distance between us as possible.
I do my best to ignore that. Otherwise, I might not have the balls to say what it is I came here to say.
"What are you doing here?" she asks. "I thought…well, I don't know what I thought. I just didn't think you'd come here? Is there something going on with the bar?"
"This is about us, and you know it, Carrie." I clear my throat, casting a glance behind us at the passersby on the sidewalk. "Should we go inside? You're catching a lot of male attention."
"Well, maybe I need male attention," she snaps. "You know, someone who appreciates me. Someone who doesn't think of me as a mistake."
"Those were your words, Carrie. Not mine."
"Yeah, well, it's not like you argued against them or anything." She pulls the towel tighter around her body, the body I was caressing and licking and fucking only hours ago.
"You didn't give me much of a choice. I'd just woken up. My head felt like a dog had taken a shit on it." I take a deep breath, clearing my mind. So far, this isn't going according to plan. I need to stop and think. Start over. "Just give me a chance to explain myself."
She crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes. "Go on, Boss Man. Explain away."
"Only if you let me inside." I take a step closer. "I don't like other men seeing you this way."
For a moment, I think she's going to argue. But then she nods and backs into the hallway of the apartment, pressing her back against the wall like she's trying to get away from me and that's as far as she's able to go.
Fuck it, I think. I don't know how to explain myself to her in words, especially not when her pink skin glistens under the overhead lights like this. My mind is consumed by a kind of desire I've never known before.
I press my body up against hers, gripping her wrists tight in my hands. Trapping her arms against the wall, I drop my head to lick the skin beneath her ear. She shudders, moaning and writhing underneath me. This is what I want. What I need. Without waiting even a second longer, I reach between us, unzip my pants, and then thrust my cock inside her.
The towel falls to the floor, and I slam her hard against the wall.
She cries out, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Fuck, Liam. Fuck! Please don't stop."
"That's right, baby," I growl, nipping her ear. "I'll never stop."
I fuck Carrie hard against the wall of her apartment lobby, her screams echoing through the empty space. I want to show her I don't regret our night together, that I don't think of it as a mistake. And this is the best way I know how to communicate my feelings, with my entire body, mind, and soul.
Because even though we started from hate, we quickly moved to lust. And even though we've barely begun, I know without a doubt my heart will soon be hers. All that hate, all that lust, it won't be long before it all becomes love.
Epilogue
"Liam!" My voice rings out in the empty bar. It's been closed for months while we've been renovating the space, but now everything is ready for us to open again. I can't wait for Hell Cat to be open to the public tonight. In the end, Liam went with all of my suggestions, though he insisted that we keep the espresso machine just in case.
The bar is definitely much cleaner than it's ever been, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. At least there are no weird puddles in the corners.
"Yes, baby?" Liam pops up from behind the bar where he's been inspecting the shot glasses with a kind of intensity that only he could manage.
"I have some news," I say, bristling with excitement.
Well, half excitement. I'm also kind of scared that Liam won't be as pleased as I am by this new development.
"Good news, it seems, from the look on your face." He smiles, an expression I've seen from him a lot more now that I'm a fixture in his life.
I nod, leaning forward onto the counter to meet his eyes. "The best news I've had in years."
"Well, in that case, let's celebrate." He grabs two shot glasses from underneath the bar and turns toward the impressive display of liquor lining the wall. "How about some tequila? It seems like only the logical choice after the way we ended up together."
"No tequila." I bite my lip, nibbling hard on my skin. The moment of truth is coming. "I can't have any right now."
He turns, an eyebrow raised. "Why? Did you drive here?"
"Liam, I'm pregnant," I spit out the words so fast that they're a rush of sound and excitement that barely make sense. But they're out there now, hanging in the air between us.
The world seems to slow as he stares at me, his face frozen in an expression of surprise. Clearly not the news he'd been expecting. Is this too much for him? Too much too fast? My heart flickers, fear pulsing through me. I don't know what I'll do if he says he doesn't want this, if he decides that being a father isn't what he wants and needs.
Because I want this baby. More than anything. And I want it with him.
"You're pregnant?" He repeats the words, like he can't believe them. "With my child?"
"Yes, Liam," I whisper, fighting back the tears.
"Oh my god, Carrie." He wraps his arms around me and lifts my feet from the floor, spinning me in circles around the empty bar. "Oh my god."
When he pulls back, all my fear and unease disappear in the blink of an eye. My own pure joy is reflected on his face, his eyes and lips lit up in a way I've never seen on him before.
"You're happy about the news?" I can't help but ask, even though I can see it with my own eyes.
"Baby, I'm fucking ecstatic." He pulls me close to his chest. "This is the best day of my life. A baby. Our baby. I can't wait to start a family with you."
My smile is so big it hurts my face. "Oh, Liam. Me too."
He lifts my feet from the floor again, and my heart goes up right along with it. When I first met this man, I thought he would be the bane of my entire existence. But as it turns out, he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. And we're only getting started.
Sneak Peek
Service Me, Mechanic
CHAPTER ONE
Callie
Sometimes life doesn’t go according to plan, but when one door closes, another door opens. Or at least that’s what I told myself as I stood on my big brother’s front porch with my bags in hand, broke and discouraged and taking a break from college life. I’d run out of money and hadn’t been able to get a loan from any bank in the country. So, here I was. Back home with my tail tucked in between my legs.
The door swung open, revealing Barry, who looked the same as he ever had, except for the wrinkles stretching out from his eyes. He wore low-slung jeans and a rumpled while t-shirt, his arms swirling with elaborate tattoos. Even though Barry was a good ten years older than I was, he’d never really grown up. He still drove fast cars and chased women, and I had a sinking suspicion he’d never settle down.
But his home was my home, and he’d welcomed me back without hesitation when I’d said I needed a place to stay for a few months until I could get back on my feet.
“Good to see you, sis.” He smiled and ushered me inside his small, cozy home. One that, I realized as I wrinkled my nose, really needed a clean. “I’d say sit down and make yourself at home, but Axel is in the shop waiting to meet you for your interview.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, my bags dropping immediately from my hands and crashing onto the floor. Heat flooded my cheeks, and I was suddenly very glad for Barry’s tendency to keep his curtains closed and the sunlight out. My face had to be ten different shad
es of red. “That’s happening…today? Already? But I’m not dressed for it.”
He nodded and glanced from my Converse sneakers up to my baggy university hoodie. “No big deal, Callie. It’s just an auto repair shop. Lose the hoodie when you go in, and you’ll be good to go.”
I fidgeted with the ends of my sleeves. Truth was, I knew Axel wouldn’t give a single fuck about my clothes. He needed someone to man the front desk of his mechanic shop and keep track of customers coming and going. I’d seen the kind of uniform he required. Which was to say, there wasn’t one. I could roll out of my bed and go in wearing pajama pants, and he probably wouldn’t complain, just as long as I was nice to his customers.
My outfit wasn’t the thing that freaked me out.
It was seeing Axel.
I’d assumed my interview wouldn’t be for a few more days, which meant I wasn’t mentally prepared to come face-to-face with him. Not yet. I needed to work up my courage, get myself ready, though I wasn’t entirely sure how to get from a bundle of nerves to prepared.
And even if he didn’t care about my clothes, I sure did.
I wanted to impress him. Axel Steele, the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life. He’d never noticed me before. Why would he? I’d been nothing more than a kid for most of his life. But I’d certainly noticed him growing up. As my brother’s best friend, he’d hung around a lot. Of course, not often enough for my liking. And not really in the way I’d been yearning for so long. I used to fall asleep imagining the way his strong and warm hands would feel roaming across my body.
That man knew how to work a car, that was for sure. He’d developed a reputation for being the best damn mechanic for miles. And if he was that good at using his hands when it came to oil and steel, there was no telling how good he must be at using his hands in other areas of life…