He stripped her panties off and smiled. He loved the little triangle of pale blonde hair above her pussy. He just loved her pussy, actually.
All of it.
He spread her legs, wrapped one around his shoulder so she could have the other to support herself, then got to business. He licked around her clit, ran his hands up her thighs, and spread her lower lips so he could see that pink, glistening pussy.
Oh, yes.
He fucked her with his tongue then his fingers then his tongue again, her sweet taste coating his tongue. He heard her panting above him, so he kept his pace the same, not letting her come until he was finished.
Not that he’d ever get tired of eating her out.
He sucked on her clit while his fingers found that little bundle of nerves and pressed down. She came apart, her pussy tightening around his fingers like a vise.
He pulled away while she was still coming, pulled his cock out of his jeans, slid on a condom, then pistoned into her heat before she could gasp.
“Fuck, Shea, you’re so tight.”
“Oh, God. I love it. Please fuck me.”
“That’s my dirty girl.”
He pumped his hips as she wrapped her legs around him. He gripped her ass, keeping her against the door. He buried his face in her neck as she tugged on his hair, hard.
Her hips met his stroke for stroke, so hard that the sounds of their fucking echoed in the room. He didn’t care.
He wanted her.
Now.
She let out a little gasp then tightened around him, coming. He slammed into her once more and came right behind her, his seed filling the condom.
He couldn’t wait until he could go bare with her.
They stood like that for a few minutes, his cock still hard as if he hadn’t just come. He wasn’t a young man anymore, but, fuck, he knew he could go again if Shea wanted to.
Finally he pulled out and let her feet hit the floor. He left her for a second, ran to the kitchen to get rid of the condom, and came back into the room.
Her gaze met his then lowered to his cock.
“Go sit on the couch,” she ordered, and he raised a brow.
“Shea…”
“Go sit on the couch,” she repeated.
“You saying you want to suck me?” He’d totally be game for that.
“I totally give great head. Just saying.” He laughed, loving the way she was starting to speak her mind and get dirty about it, a far cry from the Shea he’d first met.
He took off the rest of his clothes then stripped Shea’s dress off. She gave a little yip, and he laughed before taking off her bra.
“I thought I was going to do you,” she said, trying to sound firm.
“If you’re going to suck me, I want to make sure those tits are free so I can play with them at the same time. Sound good?”
He watched her nipples tighten. “Sit. Couch. Now.”
He strolled to the couch, his cock bobbing. Yep, heaven. Pure heaven.
As soon as he sat, Shea was there, kneeling between his thighs, a hungry expression on her face. He didn’t have a chance to speak before she’d gripped his length and started stroking. He was still wet from coming so she could slide easily along his cock.
She smiled at him, her eyes inviting, then licked the slit at the stop of his cock. He sucked in a breath then watched—and felt—as she licked around the bar bells at the tip of his dick. She sucked along the length of him, rubbing him down where her mouth wasn’t. Her mouth trailed to his balls and his ass left the couch, the pleasure increasing as she sucked one ball into her mouth, rolled it around, and then did the same to the other one.
“Fuck, you were right. You’re totally amazing at giving head.”
She pulled away and licked her lips. “And I haven’t even sucked you down yet.”
He swallowed hard, put his hand at the base of his cock to hold himself still, and lifted his chin. “I’m here, baby.”
She grinned then took the crown of his cock into her mouth. She sucked down, and he about lost it. Jesus, she felt good.
She bobbed her head, each time taking more of him. What she couldn’t swallow, her hands held and squeezed.
Unable to hold himself back, he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled. She let him go with a pop and frowned.
“I was busy.”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Shea. You okay with that?” He didn’t want to hurt her.
Her eyes widened, and she nodded. He lowered her head to his dick, and she swallowed the tip then let her jaw relax. He tightened the grip on her hair, keeping her in place, then pumped his hips, slowly at first. The sight of his dick sliding in and out of her mouth had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
She kept her mouth wide so she didn’t hurt herself on his piercings. If he wanted to go harder in the future, he’d have to take them out.
He fucked her mouth slowly, keeping a tight hold on her hair.
“Touch yourself, Shea. Make yourself come.”
She nodded, his dick still in her mouth, and then slid her hand down her belly.
He pulled her head back and shifted so he could still pump into her and see her fingers go in and out of her pussy. Her fingers came back wet, and he almost came.
He tugged on her hair then fucked her mouth just a bit harder.
“Touch your clit, Shea. Pinch it.” She moaned as she did. “Roll and pinch your nipples as you fuck your fingers, baby. I’m going to blow my load soon, and you have to come first. You got me?”
She nodded, eagerness in her eyes.
He watched as she fingered herself and played with her nipples, the sight intoxicating. Her breath came in pants around his cock until finally she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she peaked.
“Relax and swallow, Shea.”
Her gaze met his, and she nodded. He pumped into her mouth twice more then stayed there, his seed spilling on her tongue, down her throat.
Finally, he released her hair and pulled her into his lap. She curled into him, and he ran his hands over her body.
“You okay, baby?”
“Never better. You?” she whispered, her face in his neck.
“Heaven, Shea. Fucking heaven.”
Chapter Six
Shea swore the papers on her desk had multiplied over the weekend. She glanced at the stacks that hadn’t been there on Friday and swore. Her co-workers were crazy if they thought she’d organize their mess.
Oh, hell no.
She might have rolled over and done it before, but not now.
Not since Shep.
Okay, so, according to Shep, it was all her and he’d had nothing to do with the fact that she was growing a backbone, but she’d take it.
He’d made her smile, lose herself and find herself, all in two weeks.
Two weeks.
She couldn’t believe she’d known him for only two weeks. It didn’t make any sense that she should feel what she felt about him—even if she wouldn’t say the words—in such a small amount of time.
He made her laugh. He took her on the craziest dates. Who in their right mind would want to go to a cemetery in the middle of the night just to learn a bit more about their city and cuddle closer?
The image of just how close they got against the door, on the floor, in the bed, later in the shower, and then even later on the breakfast table, filled her mind.
She blushed so hard, she could feel the heat in her cheeks.
Oh yeah.
She liked the way he warmed her up in every way.
“There you are. Look at this mess. You chose to leave a perfectly good man for what? This squalor? I can tell from those piles on your desk you’re behind. You’re not even good at the job you left the family for, are you? God, what good are you?”
Shea froze at her mother’s callous words.
What the hell was that woman doing here? She’d never once stepped foot inside Shea’s office. Her place of work was too low
class for a woman such as her mother—something Shea had secretly loved since that usually gave her a break from the bitch queen of all bitches.
“Mother?” she gasped, the flush from thoughts of Shep cooling faster than a plunge in the Arctic.
“Of course it’s me. Who did you think it was? Is some other woman coming in here, knowing what I know? Of course you’re probably disappointing other people just as you disappoint me, but just remember, you can never disappoint others like you disappoint me.”
Shea had had enough.
“What is your problem, Mother? What have I ever done to deserve your scorn? You’ve beat on me since I was a little girl. Oh, you’ve never raised a hand to me. That would be too low-born. Yet you’ve never found me good enough. I’ve always been lacking. Tell me, Mother, what have I done?”
Her mother froze, her mouth gaping like a fish’s before it thinned. “What have you done? Nothing!” She threw up her hands. “Nothing. You’ve always been a worthless leech. I’ve done all I could to ensure your place in our society. I’ve planned and perfected the perfect marriage, and yet look what you’ve done. You’ve thrown it all away. And for what? A tattooed thug who wouldn’t be fit to lick my pumps.”
Her mother knew about Shep?
“How the hell do you know about my boyfriend? And, for the record, don’t talk about Shep like that. You know nothing about him.”
“I know everything about him, darling. Don’t you understand? I know all. It just takes a little money and a little shove and I know everything. I know about your trolling around town like a common trollop. He can’t even take you on real dates. No. He takes you to places like cemeteries. God. He’s an axe murderer waiting to happen, and you’re cavorting with him? No. Not anymore, darling. Not anymore.”
“You’ve had me followed?” Shea knew better than to assume her mother had followed her. There would be no way in hell her mother would lower herself to actually do the work on her own. Shea was surprised the woman had even taken the time to venture this far.
Something must be up the woman’s sleeve.
Dread crawled up her spine, and she raised her chin, preparing herself.
“Of course I have. I’ve never stopped, Shea. You think you’ve left the family, but you haven’t. We’ve let you take this break so you can find yourself, but now it’s time to come back. Richard was understandably upset you couldn’t make it to brunch, but he’s still prepared to take you back. Of course we’re compensating him for his trouble. It’s only proper.”
Shea blinked. “You’ve paid him to marry me? This isn’t Regency England! I don’t need a freaking dowry.”
“Watch your mouth and keep a civil tone. Richard will have to strike that out of you if it continues.”
Had her mother really just said her want-to-be-husband had to hit her? Jesus, the woman was certifiable.
“Mother—”
Her mother raised her hand, cutting her off. “No. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You will leave this job immediately. You’ve already shown me that you can’t keep up with the work. Just look at that messy desk of yours. A true Little would have at least excelled at their chosen profession. You couldn’t even do that.”
“That’s not my work. I’m great at what I do. Stop cutting me down.”
Her mother narrowed her eyes. “I don’t like this new attitude of yours. At least when you left the family before, you did it with your eyes downcast like the little bitch you are. Now? Now I blame that tattooed thug for putting thoughts into your head. You’re nothing, Shea. That thug is even less than you are. In another world, you two would be perfect for each other. Now? In this world, you’re nothing. You’re needed for the family, and you won’t be allowed to slack on your responsibilities any longer. I won’t have it.”
Rage poured through her. “You won’t have it? Who do you think you are? You’re not my mother. You’re just a shrewish bitch who doesn’t understand she can’t control me. Leave me alone. Can’t you understand that I’m happier without the family? You’ll notice not once have you mentioned Daddy’s name. Why is that? Is it because he doesn’t care one way or another? He’s never cared, Mother. I don’t care either. Just leave me alone.”
Her mother flinched at the mention of her husband.
Direct hit.
Sadly, it didn’t make Shea feel any better.
“Leave your father out of this. You’ve never been good enough for him either. You’re the reason he ignores the things he does. You.”
“Whatever you say, Mother. Now leave please. I’m tired and have work to do. Then I’m going to see Shep because I’m thirty-two years old and far beyond the age of caring what my mother says. Especially when all she spews is vitriol and hate. I’m done.”
Her mother’s lips thinned even more. If the woman wasn’t careful, she’d run out of lips to thin.
“You can try, Shea. Oh, you can certainly try. But if you don’t meet Richard tonight for dinner and say yes to his offer, I’ll ruin that thug, Shep, and everything he touches.”
Shea froze. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Watch your language.”
“Fuck my language!” she screamed. “Tell me what you mean. You can’t hurt Shep. He means nothing to you. He’s not part of your circles and thank God for that,” she spat.
Her mother raised her chin. “Oh, yes, he’s certainly not part of that. He’ll never be part of that. But what he is, is a lowlife with no college education who does something prisoners do in a jail cell.”
“Shep’s art is brilliant. You know nothing about him. Stop putting him down.”
“He’s nothing. With just a few phone calls, I can close that harbor of harlots, Midnight Ink. I’ll make it so he can’t even draw with chalk on the street without the police on his back for some crime or another. I’ll ruin him, Shea. Don’t think I won’t. And if you still refuse to stay away from him, I’ll ruin that other shop in Denver, Montgomery Ink. I’ll ruin them all.”
The determined glint in her mother’s eyes made Shea want to throw up.
As it was, bile filled her mouth, and she fought to control her shaking.
Jesus.
Who was this woman?
“You…you can’t do that,” Even to Shea’s ears, she knew her voice sounded weak.
Of course her mother could do that. The woman lived for things like this. She had connections through money and the family everywhere.
Shep could actually lose everything because her mother was a selfish, vindictive shrew.
Jesus.
“You know I can, Shea. You know I’d crush him under my shoe without even batting an eyelash. I’d enjoy it too.”
Shea swallowed hard. “Why? Why do you want to do this?”
“We need Richard’s family,” her mother snapped. “We might have money and power in this state, but Richard’s has it throughout the entire country. Together we can go even further. You know Richard has political ambitions. With you by his side, our family will be in the hallowed halls for generations. We will be remembered. Eternal.”
The woman had to be crazy.
Certifiably insane.
“If you don’t leave him, I’ll take it all from him, Shea. You have until tonight.”
With that, her mother turned on her expensive heels and left Shea standing alone in her office.
Broken.
Shea staggered back, her feet barely working as she bumped into her desk. A stack of papers fell to the floor, but she ignored them.
What was she going to do?
This couldn’t be happening. Her mother couldn’t just come into her life and try to regain the control she’d had for so long.
Shea closed her eyes, the tears she hadn’t noticed before falling harder.
She’d lose Shep.
To ensure his life remained as he knew it, to ensure his happiness, she’d lose him.
Her arms went numb, her chest tingling.
God.
She couldn’t
lose him. She’d just found him.
She’d finally stood up to her mother with her chin held high, and it was for naught. Her mother always had the upper hand, the ace up her sleeve, and now she had what would guarantee the end of the life Shea wanted to build with a man she loved.
No matter how much she thought she could fight it, her mother would fight harder to punish Shea for the faults and wrongdoings she’d never actually committed.
That was the type of woman her mother was.
Shea didn’t know how to fight against it.
Oh, she might have learned to fight for herself and would fight to the ends of the earth for Shep, but to risking hurting Shep beyond measure fighting against her mother when she knew she couldn’t win?
No.
She couldn’t do that.
She’d have to in order to make sure he could live without her.
She’d marry Richard and break completely in the process.
She’d do anything for Shep.
Even leave him.
She cleaned up the stack of papers she’d dropped and put them on top of the other stack of papers that she’d leave to the other accountants.
Hell. She was really giving up.
This was the person her mother had made her, the person she’d fought so hard not to be.
She hated it.
“Shea? I brought coffee.”
The sound of Shep’s voice startled her, and she dropped the papers in her hand on the floor. She cursed again—inwardly reminding herself she’d have to stop that when she married Richard—and bent to pick them up.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby, for scaring you. Here, let me help with that.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shep put down two coffee cups and a bag of something and walk toward her.
She had to turn away.
It hurt too much to face him.
She would just have to slink away like the coward she was.
“I’ve got it. I’m actually kind of busy right now. You’ve caught me at a bad time.” Her voice was ice, just like it had been before she’d walked into Midnight Ink the first time and clapped eyes on the man she’d fallen in love with.
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