by Amelia Shea
“Now what?”
“C’mon.” He stood up, grabbing his beer. She hurried to do the same and follow behind him.
“Where we going?” she said to his back. He kept moving forward and turned toward the hall. No explanation needed. She knew exactly where they were headed. The same room from a week ago. His. Her stomach fluttered, and she rushed behind him. She wanted this too much. What was one more night with him? Just him this time. Or would Gage be joining them too?
She reached out grasping his arm. “Just you and me, right?”
She didn’t have any regrets with the threesome, but she wasn’t interested in a repeat performance. She just wanted Rourke. Again.
His tense muscles bunched under her grip and his jaw squared. His gaze flickered over her head for a brief second and then dropped to meet her stare. “You want Gage with us?”
“No.” Her response was too quick. She cleared her throat and licked her lips, feeling the heat rising up her neck. He pulled his arm out of her grasp and jerked his chin down the hall. He stood silent as she passed him, heading toward the end of the hall. His non-verbal response had Macy wondering if he had originally intended for Gage to join them. She spun around.
“Does it bother you that Gage won’t be here?”
He furrowed his brows, stepping closer and towering over her. The corner of his lip curled. “Does it look like it bothers me I don’t have to share you?”
“You’re kinda hard to read.”
His lips pressed together in a small smile. He leaned closer, inches away from her face. “I don’t wanna share you, Macy.”
She gasped. “Okay.”
His chest brushed against her breasts as he moved to his door. She followed closely as he entered.
She closed the door behind them and watched as he walked into the bathroom, leaving her alone. This was weird. Rourke was like no other man she’d ever been exposed to. She understood what he wanted. Sex. But did it mean they wouldn’t talk or anything? She didn’t have any illusion of them dating, or doing anything other than each other. The thought of bringing him home to meet her mom was scary and comical mixed into one. Yet, she could almost see him sitting on her mother’s couch. Snap out of it. This is just sex.
She waited by the door and finally inched forward, scanning his room. This guy sure loved black. The room was draped in everything black, even his curtains. A small shelf by the side of the bed was the only color in his room. She walked closer, leaning down to see the picture in a chipped frame. A little girl, no more than four or five, wearing a blue dress, smiling a big cheeky grin for the camera. Macy smiled.
His footsteps came back into the room, and she glanced over her shoulder. He stared back at her with a scowl. She turned around and cocked her head toward the picture.
“She’s adorable.”
He stared back as if she hadn’t said anything. She drew in a breath and smiled. “Is she your daughter?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “My sister’s kid.”
“Oh. She’s really cute. What is she, four?”
“Five.”
“What’s her name?”
“Emme.”
“Aw, cute name. You see her often?”
He sighed. “What’s up with the twenty fucking questions?”
Her face heated. God, he was hot and sexy but had the insane ability to turn cold in an instant. Less than a minute ago, he was telling her he didn’t want to share her, now seemed irritated when she asked about his niece. You’re not here to make a love connection. It’s fucking not dating. She rolled her eyes and sat on the bed.
“Just curious is all.”
How the hell was this supposed to work? Was talking not allowed in this little arrangement? She scanned the room then back at him.
“What do you wanna do?”
“Eat your pussy, so lose the fucking pants.” He gripped the hem of his shirt, ripping it off in one tug. His muscles bulged, and the small scars on his chest seemed to blaze through his skin. She half wondered how he got them all. Asking him was not an option. She stood up and unsnapped her jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly. This was a far cry from the other night when he undressed her. Maybe he needed Gage to take the lead on seduction. She doubted there were many women who wouldn’t be naked by now if he told them he wanted to eat them out.
Just the memory of what the man’s tongue could do sent a shiver up her spine.
He sighed heavily, and she glanced up to his impatient glare. There was nothing in his face that said he wanted her. What the hell? She slid her pants and panties down to the dirty floor and toed her way out of them.
“Get on the bed.”
Apparently, not wanting to share didn’t translate into him wanting her for anything more than another night. Isn’t that why I’m here too?
She slowly pressed her knee to the mattress and sat. Even knowing what he could do with his tongue wasn’t exciting her as much as last week. Maybe she should go. It was obvious she was nothing more than a warm hole for him. There were plenty for him to choose from in the next room. This whole experience was making her feel dirty and uneasy.
Time to go.
She looked up and watched him stalk forward. Before she could even get the words out, he gripped her ankles, slid her ass down the bed, and spread her legs open wide. He stood at the end of the bed, so massive, strong, and virile. She bit her lip, contemplating whether she should leave. This would be yet another fuck and flee, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, it bothered her. She couldn’t see any real future with Rourke, and he most definitely didn’t see her for more than anything but a quick lay, but still. Would it hurt to kiss her?
His hands wrapped around her ankles in a firm grip and he slowly lowered down, dropping his head between her legs. Without thinking, she jerked up, gripping his shoulder and gaining his attention.
He narrowed his gaze. “What?”
Her bottom lip fell open. What now? Did she insist on a kiss first? No, that would be awkward, right? Yes! She closed her eyes, releasing her hold and fell onto her back. “Nothing,” she whispered. She had to stop thinking this was anything more than sex. She drew in a breath and angled her gaze to Rourke, who was staring at her in confusion.
“You ain’t down for this, say the word.” His heated gaze told her everything. He would back off if she had a change of heart, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. That gave her a little ego boost. There was no doubt he wanted her.
“I want to.” Her voice was low, and from the jerk in his neck, she knew he was the one who now had doubts. She angled up on her elbows and cocked her brow, fueled by sarcasm. “Rourke, I want you to fuck me, eat me out, and anything else ya got planned and—” she paused, feeling her heart skip. “If you wanted to kiss me too, say before ya go down on me?” She bit her lip and shifted her gaze away from his. “I wouldn’t mind that either.”
The soft snicker caught her off guard, and her eyes flickered down toward him. His smile was small, and he gave a short shake of his head. Amused was not exactly the response she was going for.
“Or not,” she muttered. The heat spread across her cheeks. She didn’t have much time to focus on her slight embarrassment for asking for the kiss. She was caught off guard when he shifted across her body, planting his fists on either side of her face, forcing her to drop down on the mattress.
He leaned closer, keeping his gaze locked on hers. His lips barely skimmed her mouth as his nose brushed against hers. The weight of his body fell against her chest, and she sucked in a breath, giving him the opening he needed. His mouth descended on hers, and not in a tease like before. He was fully committed to the kiss, lips, tongue and all. She grasped her hands on his neck, earning her a growl that rumbled against her breasts. The sign of his arousal poked at her stomach, and she was now regretting the kiss. She was too eager to have him inside her. She swiveled her hips as his tongue penetrated her mouth. Ahhhh…yes. Ask, and she shall receive. This man could kiss.
Her fi
ngers lingered on his shoulders, broad and rippled. If he let all his weight go on top of her, she’d be gasping for breath. But he didn’t. He angled his head and deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue against hers, and making her nipples bead against his chest.
Macy had always been a fan of kissing and foreplay. Sometimes, it was better than doing the actual deed. She dug the pads of her fingers into his shoulders as he pulled away a fraction. His heated gaze wasn’t lost on her, and she figured, as much as he enjoyed their kiss, he was probably eager to move along. She smiled, slightly dazed.
“Thank you.”
He furrowed his brows. “For what?”
“Kissing me.”
He leaned forward taking her mouth again in a desperate, hungry kiss. His tongue stabbed against her lips, twirling against hers, and only breaking when his teeth grazed against her bottom lip. “Never gotta thank me for that, Mace.”
Mace. Her stomach fluttered. Nicknames were usually reserved for those closest to her. Hearing hers on his lips meant something. She may have been reading into it. Who cares? Enjoy it.
The corner of her mouth curled. “Is that your way of saying you like kissing?”
She expected a little break in his hard exterior, maybe just a tiny smile. She got nothing, except the perfect answer. “Like kissing you.”
“Good answer, Rourke,” she whispered. He stared at her a brief second longer, and she waited on his next words. There was something running through his head, she could see a flash on his face, but she couldn’t quite figure out what. He needed to say something, anything.
He didn’t. He dropped his gaze to her neck and leaned forward, caressing her chest with his lips. Making his way down across her nipples, she gasped when his lips covered the hardened bead. She knifed up, and he sucked harder, his hand gripping her hip, keeping her in place. Her soft moan echoed through the room as he made his way down her belly, licking a line down to her pubic bone. God, that feels good.
“Rourke.” It was a breathy moan, and she dug her hand into his soft thick hair, tugging at the ends. Another growl vibrated at his throat, followed by her gasp as his warm mouth suctioned on her pussy.
“Ahhh…”
His tongue slid across her clit in a gentle flicker, and she arched her back in pure ecstasy. It was like lightning slashing against her. His hands reached around, grasping her ass and lifting her hips, feeding from her. He suckled against her clit, sending her body into a trembling convulsion.
“Oh God,” she moaned, swiveling her hips to match his tongue. He lashed against her. So good, so fucking good. She stretched her hands against the headboard gripping on the post.
This man had a gift for oral. She peeked down through hooded lids and watched him devour her pussy. His eyes were closed, and his mouth moved over her mound in the most erotic kiss. There weren’t many men who could get her off, but she was practically coming from just his mouth on her for mere seconds. His tongue circled her bead and sucked hard sending her hips ramming against his mouth, and her legs shook uncontrollably.
The rise of her orgasm was like a flash as she gripped hard onto the bed and moaned. Her whole body tensed as he continued the assault on her clit. She had reached her peak, coming hard and rubbing against his mouth. Oh God.
She sank into the bed, hearing only her heavy breath and seeing speckled light in her vision.
The cool air flowed over her pussy when he moved, and she peeked down to see him reach over to the nightstand and open the drawer. He grabbed a condom, ripped open the foil, and covered himself. He said nothing, and neither did she.
He gripped her knee and turned her over to her belly. She probably could have fallen asleep right there, but he hoisted her hips up and drove his cock into her fast. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as he pounded inside her. She lost her grip on the sheets and slid forward, lying flat on the bed. Her cheek rested on the cool sheet as he fucked her hard and fast. The sound of the bed creaking and the thrusting of their slapping skin was making her so wet. He was bigger than Gage, and when he was fully seated, she could feel him everywhere. His strokes were long and deep. His hands gripped her ass squeezing to the point of slight pain. She cried out but not from pain. She was coming again. She gripped the sheets into her fist and screamed into the mattress, making a muffled cry.
Meaningless sex was so damn hot. Does it really mean nothing? She ignored her inner thought, reveling in how good he felt inside her. He pumped into her hard then slowly withdrew and slammed deeper into her pussy.
His hand on her ass trailed up her back gently then gripped a chunk of hair and pulled her neck back. She could feel the strain of her neck and tried to swallow, but she couldn’t. She reached back gripping his wrist. She was almost surprised when he loosened his grip and then intertwined his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hand as he drove deep and moaned. His chest pressed against her back. She lost her breath as she felt the sharp jerks of his cock explode inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his mouth close to her neck. When his moist skin trailed over her cheek, she smiled. She’d had a few lovers but never had a man groan in her ear. His weight lifted, the moment was over, and so was the night she assumed.
De ja vu.
She should have gone into this encounter, knowing what the outcome would be. Had she not learned anything from last week? She sighed, breathing heavy into the pillow.
He rolled off her, and she opened her eyes, staring back at the clock. Twelve thirty-five a.m. Shit! This is why I don’t go out on Thursdays. She’d have to be up in less than six hours, and she was still twenty minutes from her house. She lay still feeling the heaviness of her lids. If she let them close, she was fucked. She knew she’d pass out. The smell of his cigarette wafted her nostrils, and she scrunched her nose.
Time to go.
****
He sucked a hard drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He was contemplating breaking his no bedmate rule. Again. For her. Fuck it. She was staying. He was finding out quickly his rules didn’t mean shit when it came to Macy. He blew the smoke from his mouth and glanced down at her. She was exactly where he needed her to be.
He spent the last week pissed the fuck off with her for leaving. It hadn’t even occurred to him to tell her to stay. Most women needed to be told to leave, not stay. But she was different, and if he wanted to keep her around longer, he needed to remember that. There was no if about it, he’d keep Macy for as long as she was willing to stay. His attraction, desire, and need for her was foreign to him. He couldn’t remember a time when he was this drawn to a woman. Beyond being gorgeous, there was substance. She was smart and witty. Her one-liners amused the hell out him. Usually, she displayed more confidence than any person he knew with the exception of his brothers.
As much as she had bashed all bikers and the club in the audio from her apartment, it was done with purpose. None of the other brothers saw it that way. Rourke did. She was concerned for her friend. She was trying to protect Cheyenne from who she deemed dangerous. Her delivery may have sucked, but there was no denying her loyalty to Cheyenne.
Her back was to him, and he couldn’t see her face. From her stillness, he assumed she had fallen asleep. Perfect. Once he finished his smoke, he’d curl in next to her.
Or not.
Rourke watched as she pressed her hands to the mattress and got up on her shaky arms. She paused, rolling her neck as her hair swept across her shoulders. His hand itched to touch her locks again, though this time with a gentle hold. He’d gotten carried away earlier; he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Pleasure was the only thing he wanted to give her, and from her drowsy movements, he’d succeeded. She dropped her feet off the side of the bed and got up.
“Can you grab my pants?” she muttered while rubbing her eyes.
Rourke’s ease faded and his brows dipped in a scowl. There was only one reason she’d need her pants.
“Why?”
She glanced over her shoulder, and her gaze traveled over h
is naked body. Her cheeks reddened, and she turned away. He’d been balls deep inside her less than five minutes ago, and now she was being bashful. The corner of his mouth curled. Most women he spent time with didn’t blush at anything. Being with Macy was refreshing and something he wanted. Maybe too much.
He squinted, blocking the smoke from his eyes. It was his turn to peruse her body. She may be small in stature, but Macy’s body reminded him of a fifties pin-up girl. Curves for fucking days.
“I need to get dressed.” She slipped her shirt over her head.
Fuck. She was leaving.
“Why?”
She chuckled as she glanced over her shoulder. “What’s with the twenty questions?”
The corner of his mouth twitched trying to hold back his smile. He turned, stamping his cigarette in the ashtray on his nightstand.
“You’re gonna stay here. Too fucking tired to take you home.”
“I drove here myself.”
He jerked his head. “Thought you came with Chey?”
She shook her head and cocked it to the side. “Nope. So, can you grab my jeans, please?”
Ah, fuck me. He just assumed since she and Chey showed up together, she was Macy’s ride. He stared back at her, weighing his options. He knew the right thing to do was get her jeans and walk her out. This thing with Macy wasn’t going anywhere; she wouldn’t let it. He may not get to keep her forever, but he wasn’t quite ready to let her go just yet.
He shot out his arm so quickly she didn’t even see it coming. He clasped his hand on her wrist and pulled her across the bed. She stumbled forward, and he reached out, curling his hand over her hip and flipped her on her back.
“Not done yet.” His mouth came down harder than he planned, and his tongue penetrated her lips. She may have been caught off guard, but she didn’t fight it. Her soft hands slid over his back, up to his neck before sliding into his hair. God, her fucking hands.
Even with a short recovery time, Rourke was ready to take her again. He lifted the hem of her shirt, and she leaned up as he pulled it off her. His fingers unsnapped her bra, and he pulled it off of her, tossing it on the edge of the bed. His mouth came back to hers, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples into tight peaks. Her breathy moan filled the room, and his cock jolted into her stomach. He pinched her nipple, getting the exact response he wanted before dragging his mouth down to her chest to latch onto her breast.