Screwed

by Kelly Jamieson

  He wiped his mouth on his shirtsleeve, then reached for Callie and dragged her closer, slamming his mouth down on hers. A rush of blood scalded his veins, and lust punched him in the gut. She made a muffled sound of protest, fists gripping his T-shirt, but her mouth opened to his, and their tongues stroked together.

  His lip stung, but fuck it, that was nothing.

  His mouth moved on hers, fierce and greedy, and excitement pounded through him.

  They drew back and stared at each other.

  “What was that?” Callie whispered.

  “You’re askin’ a lot of questions, the answers to which are pretty obvious,” he said, a smile tugging his lips. “That, darlin’, was a kiss.”

  She stared at him and swallowed. Her tongue touched her bottom lip, and he groaned and leaned in for another taste. Her hands slid up and curled over his shoulders, hanging on as he kissed her again, hot and deep and wet. One hand went to her breast, covering one soft curve and gently squeezing. She moaned into his mouth.

  His other hand curled around the side of her neck just below her ear, his thumb brushing her jaw, then her throat. Her skin was so damn soft. Desire tore through his blood. “We probably shouldn’t be making out in the parking lot in broad daylight,” he finally said, releasing her and stepping back. She held his gaze with dazed eyes as she shifted her legs into the cab, and he closed the passenger door. When he climbed in, she sat slumped in her seat, panting.

  Without a word, he started the truck and put it in gear, backed out of the parking spot, and exited the lot. It wasn’t far to Callie’s place, and neither of them said anything, heat shimmering around them in the cab despite the air conditioning.

  He jumped out as soon as he was parked in her driveway and hurried to help her out of the truck. Still not talking, she led the way to the front door, unlocked and opened it. He closed and locked the door behind them.

  She turned to him. “Come upstairs. I’ll clean up your wounds.”

  One corner of his mouth lifted. He liked the sound of that. “Okay.”

  He followed her up the wide staircase, his hands itching to touch her. She led him into a bathroom. “Have a seat.” She gestured at the closed toilet.

  He sat.

  She surveyed his injuries, then opened a cabinet and pulled out a couple of small packets of what appeared to be alcohol wipes and a tube of ointment.

  He tried to ignore her tits as she stood in front of him and ripped open a package. Then she laid gentle fingers beneath his chin to tip it up. She touched the cool cotton pad to his lip. He flinched at the sharp sting. “Ow.”

  “Come on, tough guy. If you’re going to brawl like a sailor on leave, you can take a little sting.”

  “I need you to kiss it better.”

  She paused and gazed down at him, her lips curved, eyes warm. “I thought I already did that.”

  His own lips lifted in a smile, his blood rushing hot at the memory. “No. I need a very specific kiss. Gentle. Right here.” He touched the place where his lip was split. “Or am I bleeding?” He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Nope. He waited.

  She bent over and feathered a kiss over his bottom lip. Heat surged to his groin. “Better?”

  “Mmm. Some.” He tilted his head and caught her mouth in a longer but still gentle kiss. “That’s helping.”

  She shook her head and opened another packet, then picked up his right hand. He looked down at her small smooth hand holding his big hairy paw with abraded knuckles. Jesus. He was such a yahoo. He endured the sting as she cleaned off drying blood. It felt much nicer when she smoothed antibiotic ointment over his wounded skin.

  She was kneeling in front of him now and sat back. “I’m not sure if Band-Aids will stay on your knuckles.”

  “It’s fine, darlin’.” He reached out with his left hand to smooth her hair back. “I’m fine. But thank you.”

  “You were crazy as a loon, you know?”

  “Nah.” Her hair felt so silky. He rubbed a strand between his fingers. “They were drunk and useless as a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest. They were no threat.”

  She burst out laughing.

  Something shifted in his chest. “Callie…”

  Chapter Eleven

  Callie’s skin tingled everywhere as she and Cash looked at each other. Then her breath caught in her throat when he reached for her and lifted her onto his lap. Straddling his thighs, she grabbed hold of his shoulders while his hands slipped down to her ass.

  “Callie,” he said again, and his eyes drifted closed as his mouth neared hers. “Give me your mouth.”

  She’d vowed this wasn’t going to happen again. She knew it shouldn’t. And yet…the magnetism between them was irresistible. Unstoppable. She was weak…so weak…but it felt so good. Giving in to it…in to him…felt right. Necessary. Inevitable. She closed her eyes and sank into the kiss, a long, hard press of his mouth on hers. She drew back. “Careful,” she whispered, touching a fingertip to his lip. “Your lip…”

  “It’s fine. God. Just wanna kiss you.” And his mouth found hers again, opening, his tongue sliding inside. Heat rushed through her body, centering at her core.

  She curled her fingers into his muscles, rubbed her thumbs over the thin skin at his neck, then slid a hand into his thick hair. He shifted on the toilet seat and pulled her closer to him, a groan rumbling in his chest. His hands roamed over her body—her back, her hips, her waist.

  “Bedroom.” He stood, bringing her with him, and she gasped, tightening arms and legs around him. His strength impressed her. Her heart fluttered, and her blood ran hot. “Last time I had you was in the kitchen. We are not doing that in the bathroom.”

  He strode out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom, clearly familiar with where it was. That night he’d brought her home and put her to bed… Oh God, if only she’d been more with it that night…

  Every nerve ending in her body tingled and stretched toward him. Her body craved his touch, her mouth longed to taste him, and her hands itched to touch him everywhere.

  He easily carried her into the bedroom. He turned at the bed and sat, and she was on his lap again. Somehow he shifted them both back so they were in the middle of her bed, her legs around his hips, her feet on the bed behind his back, the skirt of her sundress up around her thighs. Their mouths met again in a heated connection, tongues licking and tasting. She ran her hands up and down his arms, over powerful muscles and lean forearms. His hands in turn slid up and down her back, over bare skin, then down the fabric of the dress to cup her butt through it. His big hand squeezed there, sending delicious tingles through her body. She ached down low inside and shifted closer.

  His hands slid to her hips, gripping as if to still her. “Easy,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re such a hot little thing.”

  She moaned. “I am. I need you.”

  His hands glided up to her waist, then her rib cage, holding her tightly as his mouth devoured hers. She wound her arms around his neck and gave herself up to the long, hungry pulls of his mouth. Throbbing sensations coalesced behind her clit, her lower belly tight.

  Their mouths parted, and their foreheads rested together. Her arousal pulsed through her body, her heart beating frantically, her skin burning with anticipation. She shifted on his lap, almost crazy with need for him. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” she panted. “God, Cash, I need you.”

  “Are you aching, darlin’?” He rubbed his nose alongside hers.

  “Yes. God yes.” Her skin burned from her hairline to her toes.

  “So fucking hot.” His fingers curled into the bodice of her sundress and tugged it down. “Show me those pretty tits.”

  The dress was snug around her torso so she reached behind her for the zipper.

  “Let me.” Cash drew down the zipper with a fast tug, loosening the fabric. He groaned. “Christ, no bra.” His voice had deepened to a heavy rasp.

  “Don’t need one with this dress
.” She rubbed her cheek against his stubbled jaw and drew in a sharp breath as his palms covered her bare breasts. She pushed into his hands, a fever racing over her skin, heating her blood.

  “Goddamn, look at your naked breasts.” He rubbed over her nipples, which tightened into hard points. “And I fucking love how you respond.”

  “It feels so good.” She pushed deeper into his palms, coiling tension rising inside her. “So good.”

  She curved her hands around the back of his neck, and his hands glided up over her chest to cup her face. Their eyes met. “Beautiful, Callie.”

  “Thank you.” Her heart did a little flip, and then he kissed her again, softly.

  “Wanna see those perfect tits bouncing when I fuck you.”

  A moan rose in her throat, heat darting low in her belly at his dirty words.

  Again she ran her hands down his arms and back up, over his shoulders, then started working open the buttons of his shirt. He sucked her bottom lip, kissed her jaw, then her throat. Her head arched back as he sucked gently there. His shirt had come untucked at the Wild Turkey when he’d been fighting, and he hadn’t bothered to tuck it back into his dress pants. She shoved the fabric off his shoulders. “Oh, there.” She let out a slow breath, palms skating over his pecs and shoulders. “Oh, yeah.”

  He banded an arm around her back, one hand on her waist, and she rose up to press her breasts against his chest, now skin to skin. It felt so good, amazing, a sweet rush of pleasure right between her legs.

  He peeled off his shirt, and she swung one leg over to crouch beside him and work open his belt and dress pants. “Callie,” he groaned, falling back onto his elbows.

  She yanked down the zipper, and he reached for her breasts again, caressing them as she slipped her hand into his pants, palming his hard length through his boxers. An electric thrill raced through her at how he felt, hot and hard and vital. He made another low noise, and she leaned over to kiss him as she rubbed his cock. He touched her face, his body quivering.

  “Darlin’.” His voice came out rough. “Feel what you do to me. My cock is hard and hot for you.”

  Her inner muscles squeezed, and she pressed her thighs together, trying not to whimper. She dragged her tongue over his bottom lip, then rose onto her knees and hiked up her dress. She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her in nothing more than a pink thong.

  “Christ, Callie.” He watched her with hot, avid eyes.

  She reached into his pants again, but he moved, flipping her onto her back and kneeling beside her. Air whooshed out of her lungs, and her belly did a cartwheel of excitement as he bent to kiss her lips, his hand slipping between her thighs. She parted them for him, and her body gave a lurch of pleasure as he touched her through her panties, gently petting her, squeezing. He rubbed over the silky fabric, and sensation sparked to life. Jesus, she could almost come from this alone.

  He tugged down her panties, and his fingers slid into her folds. “You’re wet, darlin’.” He licked her bottom lip, then shifted to kiss her neck, her collarbone, the top curve of her breast…then her nipple. Hot, jolting desire speared through her.

  “I know I’m wet.” She lifted a hand to his face as he sucked on her nipple. “Oh God, I know.”

  “Tell me it’s me who gets you wet like that.”

  “It’s you, Cash. It’s really you.”

  His fingers slid through slick flesh, his mouth on her nipple sending streamers of pleasure straight to her womb. Her hips lifted into his hand, and when he brushed over her clit, she jerked hard.

  “Oh yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

  He continued to finger her there, finding her clit, pinching the skin around it, making her crazy with need, a primal, powerful feeling, fire streaking through her senses.

  He moved to the other nipple and tugged it into his mouth. “That feels so good.” Her head tossed on the bed.

  “Mmm.” He grazed one supersensitive nipple with his teeth, and her body jolted with electricity. “Sweet little nipples.”

  He kissed his way down her belly until he arrived where his hand still played. He leaned over and licked her.

  “Oh God!” Her hips jerked, and every nerve ending in her body jumped. He pushed a finger inside her and bent it while he licked her again, and again, stroking over her outer lips with his tongue, then deeper, and then right over her clit. The pressure of his finger inside her along with his tongue on her clit made heat spiral through her. Hot prickles of sensation swirled in her bloodstream. The flames licked higher and hotter, and a cry fell from her lips as pleasure exploded, sweeping through her from head to heels.

  “Oh yeah, good girl. Love making you come so hard.”

  Her thighs quivered, and she panted for breath as Cash rolled to the side to shove off his pants. Then he was back, kneeling between her thighs, and she studied him with heavy eyes. Lord have mercy, he was beautiful—wide at the shoulders, narrow at waist and hips, lean enough to see every gorgeous muscle beneath his tanned skin. She watched him roll on a condom, and then he edged closer.

  Their eyes met, his dark and beautiful and intense. Her lips parted. He lifted one of her thighs and pushed it back, his other hand guiding the head of his cock to her center. He rubbed up and down. “Nice and wet,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to where he was about to enter her. “So pretty, Callie. I’m dying to fuck you.”

  “I’m dying, too. Please. I need you inside me.” Her hips lifted to him.

  He was broad and hard, her body slowly yielding as he impaled her. A cry rose to her lips at the incredible sensation.

  “Okay, darlin’?”

  “Yes. Yes, I’m okay…it’s good.”

  He eased in deeper, and then deeper still, a delicate pain stretching her tender tissues.

  She cupped her own breasts and moaned as he moved inside her, then lifted her hands to reach for him. He caressed her legs, her hips, scratched his fingernails over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her body clench around him, and he groaned. “I can feel that…squeezing me. Christ.”

  Gripping her hips, he pumped harder, faster, lifting her hips to him. She pushed up on straight arms to watch their joining, the sight so erotic and beautiful, his thick cock shiny with the latex stretched thin over his girth, wet with her arousal, sliding in and out of her body. And it felt so good. Her body hadn’t stopped pulsing from the last orgasm, and he was building another inside her with every stroke, tingles swirling and spreading.

  His hands slid to her waist and held on as he bent over to lay a hard kiss on her mouth, their hips still pumping together. He fondled one breast with a squeeze just hard enough to make pleasure sizzle through her veins. She fell back to the bed, and he stretched out over her to bury his face in the side of her neck. His raw groans sounded rough in her ear, his breath hot on her skin, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent. God, he smelled good.

  She ran her hands down his back and up his sides, over the ridges of his ribs, then on to the bulky muscles of his shoulders, tightening her legs around his waist as he rolled his hips against her, his cock so deep inside her it almost hurt. Her inner muscles trembled, and yet she craved more of it. Of him.

  He pushed back up onto his knees, reaching for her hips again, lifting them to him so she was right off the bed. She dug her feet into the mattress as he slammed into her, slipping a hand down to her clit. She could come again…if she just touched herself…there. All the air left her lungs, her eyes fell closed as fire raged inside her, and then she burst into flaming pieces, shuddering, contracting around him.

  Cash roared as he came, his hands gripping her hips with bruising strength as he held their bodies together, pulsing inside her in hard jerks. Oh God. It was amazing that he was so affected by her, that it was good for him, too.

  A sigh leaked from her parted lips as she floated in a haze of languor. Cash maneuvered them onto their sides, still joined, and she opened her eyes to find herself l
ooking into his coffee-dark ones. “Okay, darlin’?” he whispered, reaching to sweep her hair back off her face.

  “I am so okay. I mean, better than okay. Oh my God, Cash.” Her heart swelled.

  So much better than okay. It had been raw and intense and shockingly intimate. She’d felt things she’d never felt before, a connection of not just their bodies, which had been dirty and hot, but of their spirits. Something rare and precious and…

  Oh no. No no no. She could not get all emotional about this. She’d vowed it wouldn’t happen again, but it had, so she had to reassure him that it wasn’t a big deal. She had to keep this light. She searched for something to say. “You have a magic dick.”

  His eyes popped wide, and his chin dropped. Then he burst out laughing, pulling her to him and tucking her face against his shoulder. “Christ. A magic dick.”

  She smiled, relieved that she’d shifted the mood from deep and warm to humor. “Seriously.”

  His body shook with laughter. “Nobody’s ever told me that before.”

  “I find that hard to believe. I mean, it’s pretty obvious.”

  He squeezed her tighter, then released her. “Callie.” The warmth in his eyes heated her face as he stared at her. Oh hell. Making him laugh was supposed to lighten things up, but now he was looking at her with so much affection, her heart was bouncing around in her chest again.

  She still smiled, though.

  “I better get the magic wrap off the magic dick.”

  She giggled, which had the unfortunate effect of pushing him out of her body. “Ah. Sorry.”

  He withdrew the rest of the way and rolled off the side of the bed. “You have a bathroom here, right?”

  “Yeah.” She waved across the room. “Over there.”

  She watched him stride across her bedroom on long, muscular legs, his ass muscles bringing a sigh of delight to her lips.

  As she waited for him to return, uncertainty filled her. Should she get up and get dressed? Wait in bed for him? Now what?