Love Rehab

by Louise Bay

  I didn’t want there to be any doubt that I wanted her. There was something about her that was acutely familiar, but impossibly exotic at the same time. She was incredibly sexy but had a naïvety lingering under the surface that made me want to understand her better. The way her eyes flickered over my face as if trying to commit me to memory made me want to kiss her. “When I see something I want, I have a hard time sitting idly by.” I’d always been unbelievably driven and having her so close was sending jolts to my crotch. I knew I had to have more—so much for me keeping a clear head.

  “Oh yeah? What’s your M.O. in such a situation?” She moved a fraction closer and I leaned in until we were almost touching.

  I took a breath of lilac. “I like to tailor my strategy to the circumstances. So, in this instance, I might tell you how beautiful you look.” I shrugged as if my cock wasn’t hardening. “Probably tell you how I noticed you at the jukebox and wondered how your ass would feel in my hands.” Her mouth parted and her breathing became shallow. “I might lean forward as if to whisper something.” I dropped my lips below her ear and smiled at the way her fingers tightened around the edge of the bar. “Then tell you how much I’d like to kiss every part of you.”

  “Okay, I like that plan,” she replied, her breathing choppy.

  “I’m glad you do.” She had a smattering of freckles on her nose that would be cute if she weren’t so fucking gorgeous. The more I stared at her, the more I learned about her and the greedier for her I got.

  A beat of silence passed between us.

  She nodded slowly. “I’m just in town for a few days, and tonight I’ve been instructed to let loose. So you think you can help me with that?”

  I twisted my cap. “I think I can handle it.” Career choices would have to wait.

  “Good enough for me.” She threw back a shot.

  I left some money on the bar. Mackenzie’s hand on my leg, tantalizingly close to my cock, made me freeze.

  “Let’s go,” she said, but although her words were confident, there was a stiffness about her that made me think being with me was almost a challenge for her. I’d soon set her straight.

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  “Here we are.” I put the car in park and turned off the engine, keeping the headlights on. The light reflected in the still water in front of us and lit up the reeds on the bank of the lake, the stillness of the air, the heat and the light almost giving it the feel that we were indoors, or on a movie set.

  “Girls let you bring them out here?” Red asked, scowling out the windshield at the lake, her hands bunched in her lap. Part of our family’s land, this place was special to me and I’d been coming down here since I could walk. First to fish with my dad and brothers, then later to get perspective. There was never anyone here—it was like my own private sanctuary, a great place to think and plan for a world outside of Christie.

  I grinned, trying to put her at ease. “I have a very trustworthy face and anyway, it’s beautiful. Come on. We can just sit and enjoy the view. No pressure.” I cocked my head toward the door.

  She gave me a small smile and nodded. “Okay, Uncowboy.” She opened the door and hopped out.

  As I stepped out of the truck I took a deep breath of fresh, Christie air, grabbed a blanket and bottle of water from the back and headed out in front of the headlights to join Mackenzie, who stood facing the lake. Her hair glimmered a thousand shades of red. “This is like something from a book,” she said.

  “How so?”

  “You know, meeting a cowboy in a bar, driving to a spot like this to make out.”

  “Except I’m not a cowboy.” I shook out the blanket and laid it on the ground.

  I crouched, looking up as she turned. “Ah, yes. You have the wrong hat. So what do boys in caps do?”

  I reached out, encouraging her toward me. “I’m a biochemist.”

  “Not just a pretty face, huh?”

  I chuckled, took her hand and guided her into my lap. She settled between my thighs and relaxed against my chest as if we had known each other our whole lives and did this every weekend. Being here, in Christie, by the lake, with her, so obviously an out-of-towner, felt right. She seemed to fit here with me—both of us just passing through, lost and looking for something.

  I buried my face in her neck, breathing in more of her lilac scent. Her body heat merged into me as I circled her waist with my hands and she rested her arms on top of mine. How was it that holding a woman could sometimes be so much more intimate than fucking? “So what brings you to town?”

  She turned and placed her index finger over my lips to stop any more questions. Worked for me, we weren’t there to swap stories. I lifted my arms as she stripped off my T-shirt, then ran her palms over my chest. Working on the ranch had ensured all the McKenna brothers were fit, and I’d started running and doing a few weights to make sure I didn’t lose any definition while living in Oklahoma City. I found I needed the balance between the physical and the mental. It was part of the reason I could never come back to the ranch permanently—it just wasn’t enough.

  “You have a nice body,” she whispered.

  I grabbed her face, pushing my lips to hers, and pulled us both back onto the blanket. She tasted of whiskey and summer and I couldn’t help but groan at such an intoxicating combination. I traced my tongue along the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth, eager and hungry. I rolled her over as she thrust her fingers through my hair pushing off my cap. “I like you without the hat.”

  I bent, kissing down her neck, unbuttoning her shirt as I dipped between her breasts. She pulled her top free of her jeans and over her head. A red lace bra that matched her hair held her small, pert breasts. I sucked at her nipples through the lace, enjoying the way they hardened under my tongue.

  “Blake,” she whispered. “Blake, Blake, Blake.”

  I wanted my name to be a scream, not a whisper, when it fell from her lips.

  I pulled at the button on her jeans. Clearly impatient, she took over, pushing down the tight denim to reveal a skimpy red thong. The only thing better than a woman wearing a thong was a woman who wasn’t wearing anything. I took in a breath at the sight of the wetness darkening the lace. I couldn’t wait to taste it.

  “You’re beautiful, Mackenzie,” I said, hooking my index finger in the front of her underwear. “I think I’ll keep these.” I pulled them off and held them to my nose, breathing in the scent of her sex, then stuffed them in my pocket.

  She was naked apart from her bra, her smooth, milky-white curves highlighted by the lights of my truck, in stark contrast with the tumble of red hair—she was contradiction embodied. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen a woman look so sexy. There was something in the way she looked at me—reticence and impatience mixed together—that left her vulnerable and open and I wanted to reassure her, tell her I’d keep her safe. I took my time, gazing at her body, taking in every angle of her—her firm thighs she was squeezing together, her beautiful pussy begging to be tasted, her small, tight breasts, nipples puckering under my gaze.

  God, she was perfect.

  She shivered, breaking my concentration.

  “Are you cold?”

  She shook her head. “When you look at me like that, it’s like you’re worshipping my body.”

  I bent, smoothing my palms over her flat stomach. “I think I am.” I slid my hands lower and pulled her thighs apart.

  “What are you doing?” Her body tensed.

  I settled between her legs. “I’m going to make you scream,” I replied. I wanted to be surrounded by her, wanted to show her what I could do to her. It was as if I had something to prove to her.

  She tried to twist away. “I won’t hurt you.” Gently I pulled her back into position. “Trust me.”

  “I’m not sure … You don’t have to.”

  I wanted her to be sure. To be sure of me, of what we were doing. Mackenzie seemed sexually confident back at Jimmy’s. She kept surprising me at every turn. “I want
to.” How could she think that being buried in her would be anything other than what I wanted? I stroked my thumbs over her hip bones, leaned forward to kiss her stomach, once, twice and she began to sink into the blanket as she relaxed.

  Pressing my tongue over her clit, I slid down to her opening and then back up. She jerked up onto her elbows, squirming as if she were a little uncomfortable with what was about to happen. “Trust me,” I whispered. Was it because I was a stranger or was she like this with every man who wanted to go down on her, wanted to please her?

  I loved going down on a woman. Relished how every pulse, every throb, told me how I was doing—immediate feedback, no faking it.

  She sighed and opened her legs wider, and I couldn’t help but grin against her sex. I rounded my tongue across her clit, pressing and flicking. Red’s breathing got louder, turning into moans as she dragged her fingers across my scalp. She wouldn’t take long.

  I stroked her entrance with my thumb and she bucked against me. “Sorry,” she cried. She had nothing to be sorry for—she was so responsive it was intoxicating. Her hands slid into my hair as I went deeper. She tasted delicious, so warm and ready.

  My other hand reached for her lace-covered nipple. She shifted, pulling off her bra entirely and giving me access to her perfectly round tits.

  I sunk my thumb deeper and she cried out. The tightness around my fingers told me she was close, and I groaned at the thought of her clamped around my dick.

  I wanted to get her off as soon as I could, to please her, to make her mine in some way but at the same time wanted to draw the moment out forever—get her to confess all her secrets. Her confidence growing, she began to rock her hips against my mouth, and I tried to fight my smile at her obvious pleasure. My dick strained against my zipper, and I had to move my hand from her tits to palm my cock. Jesus I was going to have to get inside her soon.

  She whimpered at the loss of my fingers around her nipple, so I sucked and licked with increasing pressure, pushing my thumb in as deep as it would go and circling as much as her tight muscles would let me.

  Her body stiffened and she cried out, “Blake. Jesus, Blake.”

  I moved my thumb out and over her clit as I pulled myself up so I could watch her come. Eyes squeezed shut and her mouth parted, she looked wild and vulnerable.

  I pressed my lips against hers. I wasn’t nearly done tasting her. Instantly her tongue snaked around mine and she cradled my neck. I trailed my fingers over her stomach and she shuddered. Her body was hot and sensitive but limp—sedated.

  I could kiss her all night—her softness and her strength wound round me, pulling me toward her. There was no room for anything else. No room to think about my career, or my future. I was stuck in the moment—just where I needed to be.

  I wanted her, needed her.

  Yes, I was hard and she was ready, but the air buzzed between us suggesting that fucking her would move me closer to the answers I needed. And I couldn’t wait another second. Neither could she.

  “You’re good at that, Uncowboy,” she whispered as I kicked off my jeans.

  “I’m good at a lot of things.” I bent and sucked on one of her nipples as I fisted my cock in my hand.

  “I do believe that’s my job,” she said, replacing my hand with her own.

  I snapped my head back as her fingers surrounded me, though her grip wasn’t quite as tight as I knew her pussy would be.

  She twisted and pulled her hand over my dick, and it took every ounce of self-control not to let myself explode right that second. The thought of being buried in her was the only thing that stopped me. I didn’t want to end my pleasure now when I knew that being deep inside her would be even sweeter.

  I reached for my wallet and a condom.

  Mackenzie released my cock and it slapped against my stomach. She took the silver packet from me, and her eyes never left mine as she rolled on the condom. I bit the inside of my cheek at the greedy look in her eyes as she watched me trail my dick over her stomach and stop at her entrance.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “You can feel how wet you got me.”

  I didn’t need any other invitation. I bent forward so my forehead touched hers, and tried to concentrate on not coming as I pushed myself into her tight, wet pussy. God she was perfect. She pulled up her legs and with them circled my waist.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered. “So hard.”

  I was going to have to block out her words if I had a chance of lasting more than fifteen seconds. I pried her lips open with mine and took a deep, urgent kiss as I dragged out of her. I couldn’t bring myself to pull back too far; I just needed to create a bit of friction. I circled my hips as I pushed back in and she cried out into my mouth. I swallowed her noises, making them part of me.

  My lust wasn’t enough. I wanted hers, too.

  She trailed her hands down my back, then let her fingernails bite into my ass. I exhaled, grateful for the distraction the pain gave me. Maybe it would mean I’d last a few more seconds.

  I shifted. I wanted to see that beautiful skin, those piercing eyes. I kneeled back and pulled her up and onto my thighs. She cried out loud enough for the people at Jimmy’s to hear her. I swept my hand across her stomach, then lower, brushing my thumb over her clit.

  “Hey.” She grabbed my wrist.

  “Are you sore?” Selfishly, I wanted her to be, wanted her to remember tonight. Remember me.

  She moaned and twisted her hips. “What are you doing?”

  “Red, you gotta stop asking me the obvious. I’m making you come.” I pressed against her nub, pushing and pulsing as I stabbed my hips forward as deep as I could go.

  “No,” she moaned.

  I froze. “No? You don’t want to come?”

  She let go of my wrist and ran her hands up her body. “Yes,” she corrected. “I just—”

  She tightened around me. She wasn’t going to last long. I grabbed her hip with one hand and pulled her deeper onto me. She arched her back and screamed my name just as I’d imagined. I hoped the whole town heard. She was the sexiest girl I’d ever seen and getting her to come twice in just a few minutes made me feel like I could do just about anything. I couldn’t hold back—in three short strokes my orgasm barreled down my spine, pushing out from under my skin.

  I collapsed on top of her, spent, exhausted.

  Rolling to her side, I pulled her toward me until her head was on my chest, her hair sprayed out across her back.

  I kissed her forehead and she murmured, “She promised some magic.”

  “What did you say?”

  She didn’t respond and I couldn’t say anything more. She’d stolen all my words. I just stroked her back as she mumbled something incoherent and tucked my free arm behind my head, looking out onto the lake—my mind utterly blank.

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  The call of the herons nudged me toward wakefulness. As I opened my eyes, it took a second to work out where I was and why I was hearing wildlife rather than car horns. Christie, right.

  The smell of lilac and the warm soft body against mine reminded me that I wasn’t alone, that and the bone-numbing relaxation that came from great sex and sleeping under the stars.

  I checked my watch. Five-thirty. I’d promised to be up and ready at the ranch by six.

  “Red?” I asked, stroking her back. I didn’t want to wake her but wanted to be on the end of my sister’s sharp tongue even less.

  She stirred, running her hand across my chest as if we were used to sleeping together, as if it were natural to be waking beside a lake, naked and on top of a total stranger. The sun had started to come up, but it wasn’t light yet. It was the best part of the day, in a beautiful part of the world. The water shimmered and the air seemed even fresher than usual. Every day was a new start in Christie—that’s how life in the country worked, and sometimes I missed that.

  Mackenzie’s skin almost glowed, a mixture of the half-light and the reflection of her hair again
st her chalky body. My dick stirred as her hand slid across my chest. I tried to work out how I could fit in another couple of orgasms—I hadn’t quite had my fill of the girl beside me.

  “Sorry, I fell asleep.” She didn’t look at me but her body went rigid.

  I smoothed my hand down her back. “We both did, but I have to get back.”

  She sat up, wrapping her arms over her breasts as she searched for clothes amongst the tangle of blankets and limbs. “It’s already hot.”

  I wanted to stop and drink her in, have her look at me the way she had last night after she’d come against my tongue—as if she were letting me into a place she’d never showed anyone.

  “It is.” I grabbed my jeans and dressed, not able to take my eyes off of her as she shrugged on clothes.

  “Can you drop me off first?” She finally looked at me, panic in her furrowed brow and her narrowed eyes. Was she regretting her hookup? I’d not been looking for anything, but last night with her had been kinda perfect. An uncomplicated distraction—one night of losing ourselves in each other.

  “Of course. Where do you need to go?” I was going to have be quick.

  “McKenna Ranch. I think it’s just after the Welcome to Christie sign on the right, or it could have been the left.”

  Mackenzie

  “We’ve got ten minutes, you dirty whore.” Kennedy’s voice could carry across the state. “Get your ass out of that shower.”

  I grinned as the warm water cascaded over my body. Guilt mixed with excitement swirled in my belly. Last night with Blake hadn’t promised a future. In fact, it had promised nothing and it had been … liberating.

  Casual sex had punctuated my chapter of relationship failures.

  It felt good not to feel so bad, not to be mired in thoughts of Phil or worry about my plan. All I could think about was the present and the glorious new buzz in my thighs and why it was there.

  “Mackenzie,” Rose called from the bedroom. “We’re going to be late.” I glanced at the clock—twenty minutes to get unpacked, repacked, washed and dressed. I was wasting time, but I wanted to bathe a little longer in the memory of getting lost under someone’s tongue, the drag of his cock inside me, being free to come once and then again.