Willows, Jennifer - Bound by Accident [Moreland Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Jennifer Willows

  Charyn then supplied her a few bites of bagel, followed by kiwi. When the meal was finished, he took one mug filled with coffee, made the way they both liked it. He gave her a sip and took one for himself when she waved the mug away. After finishing the warm beverage, the mug was placed back on the tray. Taking a large yellow sponge, he lathered her, arms, legs, back, chest. She did the same, learning him. The sponge crumpled between them as she moved in, kissing him, tempting him into action. He rocked his cock inside her, and she responded, swiveling her hips back. Each motion answered the other, going back and forth, each stroke sweet and slow.

  Soon their passions needed more, and Charyn pulled the plug out of the water. He stood, Mak’s legs folded around his hips. He turned on the water, shower spray raining around them. Then he trapped her against the nearest wall, with her back wedged in the corner. He took her right there, the steam blanket smothering them. The smells of sex folded around them, drifting from the open window. He drilled her, cock bent on conquering her, and he tried to soften the blows. But he was helpless, mindless, his cock in her wet, clinging sheath the only thing that existed.

  He growled as she came, bit her neck, a lion claiming his mate. She was crying, the tears mingling and disappearing with the spray. He took her further, tugging her arms overhead, pinning them with one of his. The other was occupied, holding her around the seat her buttocks made. He sucked her lip, the salty tears altering her sweet taste. She came again, the gasp one of surprise, and cried out, “Charyn!” Mak’s head drooped, and she bit him, right where his shoulder met the thick cords of neck.

  It made him angry, her teeth clenching one of the few spots guaranteed to make him come. He didn’t want to yet, and, desperate, he stopped rocking his hips. But stopping didn’t help, as he was too far gone. Letting go was a foregone conclusion, and he did what nature dictated, cursing.

  “Fuck! Makenzie, baby, yes, baby…” His hips refused to stop rocking hers even after she siphoned every drop of semen he had to offer. God, this woman made him crazy in such a good way.

  They didn’t move until the shower, unable to put out any more warm water, iced down on them. Giggling, they both ran to the bedroom, water flying. The pair dabbed at each other with towels, and Charyn looked at the clock. Damn. It was eight ten, and he needed to get dressed. Reluctantly, he kissed her, wishing he didn’t have to go in, but he already had two non-negotiable meetings this morning. One was with a Japanese firm, and due to the time difference, it needed to start by nine. He told this to Makenzie as he dressed in brown corduroy slacks, loafers, and cream cable-knit sweater. Charyn didn’t want the morning to end. If anything, he desired to hole up with her somewhere quiet and listen to her scream while he drilled her pussy to dust.

  * * * *

  Makenzie had decided what she was doing with the rest of her day. When she got the hell out of Dodge, she was going to pack for a few days and go home to her mother. Hopefully, by then she could gain enough time to heal her heart and gain perspective. She tried to be nonchalant, but it was too difficult with him in her face.

  In the bathroom, standing at his side as they both used the mirror felt intimate and natural. Almost as if this moment was how it was supposed to be. As he dressed, she did the same, pulling on a wife beater and plaid pants, eschewing a bra. Sliding on the Birkenstocks, she struggled to pick her hair, tangled as it was. Adding a hefty portion of pink lotion, she brushed a ponytail, braiding the puff back, and pinned it down.

  She covertly watched Charyn pull on his boxer briefs from the corner of her eye. Even soft, his cock was the size of a battering ram, and she was amazed he was able to get her rarely used pussy to accept his extra-large shaft so easily. His foreplay was on the money, preparing her well. Though she was slightly sore and sensitive, Makenzie felt no pain from the erotic exertions of the night and morning. The only pain she felt was inside her heart, which she knew now belonged to the man next to her. The man was a lethal combination of masculinity and sexuality, and she wished that the night wasn’t at an end. There was so much more she wanted to try with him. Things she dreamed of when sleeping, and fantasized about when pleasing her body solo. But the morning had arrived, regardless of what she wanted.

  She had seized enough of the day. It was time to return to the real world and her life. As is, her reluctance to let him go showed her it was time to bail.

  When she took more than a cursory glance in the mirror Charyn was staring at her. The look was so intense and lustful it made her want to change her mind about her plans for today. He didn’t move, just watched her like she belonged to him lock, stock, and barrel. It was rude to ogle someone like he was. Better yet, it should be illegal to wield the soul-penetrating glare he used on her. It made her think he saw through her nonchalant air. As is, she was trying hard to feign self-assurance she didn’t feel at the moment.

  Every second that passed, Makenzie felt herself drawn in by him. His heated gaze wasn’t diluted one iota by the mirror translating it. She felt hunted and, to quell her nervous nature, busied herself with nothing, and packing the makeup bag gave her something to do. Aside from look at him, that is.

  “What?” She pretended that she didn’t know why he was staring at her so hard, like she was the last drop of water on earth and he was dying of thirst.

  “I can’t look at you now?” His face was a study of contrasts, hot eyes, quirked lips, and questioning brows.

  “Not like that, you can’t.” She was working on walking away, not climbing back in bed with the Master.

  “Like what, Makenzie?” His face was smug, and he had to know it. Damn him.

  She couldn’t help baiting him the same way he did her. “Like you are the big bad wolf and Makenzie is what’s for dinner.”

  Charyn chucked and replied, “I would love to eat you right now.”

  He kissed her lips, and she found herself drinking in his scent lustily. The kiss was long enough to slip her a teasing tongue, which parried hers once, no, twice. He sauntered away, and she couldn’t help drinking her fill of his ass, firm and slightly full. Charyn had a quarterback’s ass on a defensive linebacker’s body. A deadly mix of perfection and sin wrapped up in one fine specimen of the male sex. What the hell was wrong with her? She was walking away, and half the women in America would slap her for even thinking of it.

  “I’m coming home after lunch, will you be here?”

  Mak thought long about what to say. She didn’t want to outright lie to the man. She kept it simple, only saying, “Nah, I’m gonna go home.” He didn’t need to know what that really meant.

  “All right, I’ll call you later. Want to have me for lunch?” His eyes sparkled and smiled.

  “No…I think imma eat some real food,” she sputtered back.

  Makenzie knew he could see that she was nervous, and her attitude didn’t help any. She was fidgeting, biting her lip, playing with the hem of her beater tank.

  She hoped he didn’t know it, but the Tuesday boy shorts were already wet. She knew she was crazy to think of running. Any other woman would hold him close until he tired of her. But she would rather leave now, on a good note. Better that than the alternative, to have her heart and soul broken later. She had given him parts of herself that she couldn’t get back, true, but he had given her more than he ever took. No one had ever watched her at work, and only a privileged few saw the finished results. Even fewer could claim ownership.

  He was the only muse she ever had.

  * * * *

  Charyn didn’t want to let her go, but he had to get the jump on the Yakima merger so his youngest brother Marques could get his part of the negotiations finished in Japan. He asked Deven to meet him at the Hummer, even as he walked towards the door. Before leaving, he stopped in the doorway, gaze penetrating her, seeing what she was trying desperately to hide.

  Charyn could see the fear and longing for him in her eyes and knew she was going to run from him. Flee from their fledgling relationship. But he would let her, and enjoy
catching her. He had the element of surprise on his side. She didn’t know he knew. So he smiled, enjoying the last taste he would get of her, for now. Walking outside, he watched her backside swish, tick-tocking. Her gait was hampered slightly, and he could see a bruise on her shoulder. Remembering how he gave her the injured skin in the shower, back pinned to the wall, made him shudder. He was a large man and had never let go with anyone that way, giving them all of him, all the strength he was used to holding back. When she left he watched her back the ’cuda down the driveway, hitting the horses hard, car leaping away.

  Run, little rabbit, run, Charyn thought to himself as he climbed in the Hummer.

  “Spit it out.” Charyn knew Deven had something to say about his new lover but didn’t know how. If it were him, he wouldn’t know how to say the simple truth that was plain to see.

  “You know she’s gonna run, right?” Apparently Deven was going for the direct approach today. He must not have had enough coffee this morning. Charyn would have thought he would ask how she was in bed first.

  “Yep, can’t wait to catch her.” He couldn’t. She didn’t know it yet, but he already knew what she was going to do. His Makenzie was fleeing as fast as her legs and a Hemi could carry her.

  “You are a plumb country fool. Was she that good?” There’s the Deven he knew and loved, Charyn thought.

  “Better.” Words couldn’t describe her clinging wet pussy and fierce sensuality. She was all his, from the hair on her head to the tips of her delicate feet.

  “Damn. Great enough to let her run in your Barracuda? That’s close to a quarter-million-dollars worth of car. I’d hope you would get more out of it than one weekend.”

  “I will. By the time it’s done, Makenzie will know who she belongs to.” She already did. That’s why she was running scared.

  They made the rest of the drive to work in silence. The Hummer flew as Charyn handled the huge vehicle with ease, speeding and snapping in and out of morning traffic. Deven was thoughtful the whole way, and appeared like he was worried about his brother’s sanity. Charyn was pensive for a different reason. He was mapping out her flight from him, which could go one of two ways. Either A) she would leave with the ’cuda, making it a piece of cake to find her with GPS, or B) she would duck out with the rental car, making it just a hair tougher to find her.

  Charyn was guessing, but if she left town, she would most likely go to her mom. Their bond was close, parent and child by birth, friends by choice. He was fairly sure of the timeline she would leave with, too. She should be home now. In thirty, maybe forty-five minutes she would be on the road. She should be in Charlotte in three hours, three and half in traffic, pushing the Hemi. He could have the troopers on the lookout for her with a call. He could ask them to watch her, but not to issue her any tickets. He didn’t want to spook her until she arrived.

  Charyn also had several ways he could approach her running from him. Not sure of which was best, he drove on autopilot. No matter what path he took, all ended with her punishment. After which she would never run again. When they parked, he waited for Makenzie to start sowing the seeds of her downfall. Walking up the stairs, he arrived in the meeting room at eight fifty-five. Just quick enough to brief the other team members before the conference call.

  The meeting was started on time and ended before scheduled. Sending a text to Dev, he told Marge he was gone for the week and to farm the rest of his workload out. Her response was as expected.

  “So she ran from ya, hon? Makes sense…You were on her like white on rice. Probably scared the shit outta her. Same thing I did to Sal before we got married. When you catch her, better show her who’s boss. Or she’ll run you ragged. She still may either way. She looks the type.”

  He laughed, the twinkle returning to his eyes.

  Marge smiled back, and Charyn realized he was happier than ever before, even with Tami.

  Chapter 12:

  Make Me

  Makenzie’s day started as planned. She sped home, breaking the sound barrier with hefty rumbling of the Hemi. She cried most of the way, tears stopping only when the car did. When she arrived, she called the car company and requested a pick up. It would cost her a few bucks, but she wanted to get on the road, ASAP. She knew Charyn would be looking for her at lunchtime, and she wanted to be gone by then.

  She would leave the ’cuda here, keys with Charli. When he came by, then she could give him the keys so he could take it home. Packing enough clothes for a week, she crammed the duffel bag shut. She took the small makeup bag from last night. Grabbing her oil paints, brushes, and the like, she touched the work from the weekend of Charyn. Seeing the preliminary coating was dry, she packed it carefully, wrapping it in Saran Wrap and parchment first. Taking everything to the front door, she washed her face and unplugged the major appliances except the fridge. Calling Charli, she put the keys to her borrowed car in an envelope with Charyn’s name on it. She moved her bags and painting outside, locking the door behind her. Charli ducked out her door, face questioning.

  “What happened? Oh my god, look at that hickey! You gave him some? Had to, you’ve got a bruise on your back.”

  “Nothing happened, Charli, I’m just going to see mom, that’s all.”

  “Tell the truth and shame the devil, Mak.”

  “Fine, you want the truth? He blew my back out. I’m not woman enough to handle him, Charli, and the sooner I realize it, the better.” The words were slightly bitter to Makenzie’s ear, and she saw her friend wince.

  “Bullshit! If you weren’t woman enough, you wouldn’t have got the dick at all.”

  “I think I love him,” Mak said, voice small, trembling.

  Charli’s face showed her pity. “Oh, boo, I’m sorry. Don’t you think he cares about you? Or could grow to love you?”

  “No, I’m a small fish in a small pond. He’s a big fish in a big pond.”

  “That doesn’t matter. You are wonderful, just as you are, and given time, he may care for you. I know you didn’t want to fall head over heels, but even I would give my eyeteeth for a man like that.”

  “I just want to feel equal to the man I’m with. It feels so one-sided, I could never catch up. When he realizes that I have nothing else to offer, he’s going to leave me. Better now, when I have a chance at being okay with it in time. Later, I don’t think that’s possible. I don’t want to be broken beyond repair, unable to share myself.”

  “Mak, why do you feel so bad about yourself? You have much to offer, not the things he does, true. But what you bring to table, his money can’t buy.” Seeing her face, Charli hugged her tightly, asking, “What am I supposed to tell him?”

  “Most likely we will have already spoken. Just give him the keys, Charli.”

  “All right, I hope you figure out what you’re doing.”

  “I already did. The plan, remember?”

  Before Charli could respond, the rental driver pulled up, tooting the horn. They carried her bags out, hugging one last time.

  When Mak left town a quick thirty minutes later, she was obnoxiously bumping the speakers to reggae music. The small car, a Ford, was squeaky clean and barely used. Only thirty-five miles on her, and the engine had spunk. She pushed the engine, hard, hitting ninety at one point. She hit Charlotte in three hours flat, cruising South Boulevard, headed for her mom’s. Parking in the driveway, Mak walked up the stone path. Before she hit the porch, her mom bounced out, all hugs and kisses.

  When they walked inside, her mom helped with her bags. In the kitchen, her mom made tea, her usual favorite, chamomile. Mak opted for Chai Spice, wanting something stronger. She debated what she should say about her visit, hasty as it was. Taking a wait-and-see approach, she sipped in silence. Her mom just watched. When she was done, her mom said, “Now I will hopefully find out what the something is.”

  Makenzie told her everything, just carefully edited some of the steamier parts. Her mom had a glint in her eye that told her she knew there was a little more to the tale than she
alluded to, her only comment, “You gave him your cookies, didn’t you? I can see, you know. That hickey didn’t show up on its own. And don’t tell me that you ran into the vacuum, ’cause I wouldn’t believe it. If I was your age, I would have given in the first night.”

  Mom smacked her knees laughing, bent over. “He was sexy, and his eyes were all over you. So that’s why you ran?”

  “Basically.” Her mom must have ESP, as she hit the way she felt on the head.

  “Hmm, musta rocked your world to have you run all the way here.” Looking hard in her eyes, her mom broke down the truth. “Look, Makenzie, you’re a woman now. If you want him, take him. Real women don’t go running in the night. Girls do, and I ain’t raised none of them.”

  “I’m scared, mom. I just don’t want to lose myself.”

  “Like I did with your father?”

  Nodding her head, Makenzie acknowledged the truth. “Yes, I don’t want to feel the way you did when dad left you. I heard you crying at night. I heard you pace the floor, not eating. I saw all of it and decided I never wanted to give that much of myself. I just want to meet a nice guy, maybe have babies. You don’t need great passion for that, mom.”

  Her mom looked stricken, and Makenzie regretted telling the truth so baldly.

  “You’re right, Makenzie, but like the lotto, you can’t win if you don’t play. I’m not saying that he’s the only spark you’ll find. There could be others, but they will be few and far between, and your own choices may keep you from meeting them. You weren’t raised to be afraid. Life is too inconsistent for that. Things can change in the blink of an eye. Don’t ever be afraid to take life by the horns. Shoot, if you have to live with your choices, good and bad, may as well go for what makes you happy.”

  Mak shook her head, understanding now.

  “With that said, how do you feel about him?” her mom asked.

  “I think I’m in love,” Mak said, the only tear she hadn’t wept rolling its way down her face.