by Elle Kennedy
“You’re not getting any more. Nothing, Bailey. Not until you say my name.”
Her throat dipped as she swallowed, her shoulders sagging in defeat. “Sean,” she whispered.
“Louder. Again.”
“Sean.”
He gave her his fingers again, and she was so wet it was easy to move them inside her, to curve them so that he stroked the top of her channel with each smooth glide. His thumb tended to her clit, offering the pressure she wanted, the tight friction he knew she needed.
“You’re going to say my name again,” Sean muttered. “All fucking night, Bailey. You’re going to say it again and again, and you’re going to scream it when you come.”
Her breathing grew labored, eyes wide as he fingered her furiously. Their previous encounter had taught him what she liked—and it sure as hell wasn’t slow and sweet. She liked it rough. Liked it hard. He added a third finger and increased the pace, and her head lolled to the side.
“Oh God.”
He stopped. Frowned.
“Sean . . .” she corrected herself desperately, and that final sign of surrender fueled the lust burning in his groin.
“Again,” he ordered.
“Sean . . . ohhhh . . . Sean . . .”
His name intermixed with her moans of pleasure. His fingers were soaked as he fucked her with them. He felt her muscles tighten, her pussy tremble, and he knew she was close.
He also knew exactly what it would take to get her there.
He dipped his head and tongued her clit as he fingered her, and she convulsed so hard the armchair shook.
“Sean.”
There it was. His name on her lips as she climaxed, her orgasm on his lips as he got her there.
He sucked her clit as the orgasm shuddered through her body, and when she grabbed the back of his head and rocked into his face, he grinned against her hot, quivering flesh. Oh yeah. She could deny it all she wanted, but he knew that no man had ever made her come this hard.
She finally grew still, her hands relaxing their death grip on his head, and Sean eased back on his knees and licked his glistening lips. No flavor in the world compared to the taste of Bailey. She was sweet and tangy and addictive. He’d gotten his first fix a year ago and had waited so long for another hit. Now that he had it again, he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon.
“That was just to take the edge off,” he said in a low voice. “I’m going to make you come again tonight, luv. And you’re going to say my name every time. Understood?”
She nodded, looking stunned. Confused. As if she hadn’t expected to come apart like that.
He yanked her to her feet and tore her shirt off, then crashed his mouth down on hers in a punishing kiss. She kissed him back eagerly. No, hungrily. Frantic hands shoved his sweats down his hips, and then her fingers dug into his ass and he groaned into her lips.
His cock was trapped between their bodies, leaving a streak of moisture on her flat belly. He rotated his hips and ground against it, growling when her tongue slicked over his. “Mine,” he muttered. “You’re mine, Bailey.”
She broke the kiss, anger blazing in her eyes. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“You do tonight.” When she tried to back away from him, he touched her face, gently curling his hand under her chin. “It goes both ways, luv. Because tonight I belong to you.”
Surprise flitted through her expression, deepening when he took her hand and placed it directly over his heart so she could feel its irregular pounding. “Feel that, Bailey?”
She nodded wordlessly.
“That’s how badly I want you.” He swallowed, oddly nervous now. “That’s how terrified I am that you might change your mind and walk out the door.”
Her breath hitched, gaze flying to his.
“I know I come on too strong sometimes, but I just want you to know that I . . .”
He trailed off, trying to find the right words, but Bailey didn’t give him the chance. Suddenly she was kissing him again, her earlier hesitation gone and her urgency returning as she slid her tongue into his mouth and looped her arms around his neck.
“Stop. Talking.”
Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers.
“What would you have me do instead?”
“For starters? Put your mouth to better use.” She grasped the back of his head and brought it down to her breasts.
Sean groaned as he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. He drew back, gauging her expression. “Too rough?” He raised a brow. “Or not rough enough?”
She responded by raking her nails over his scalp and pushing her breasts closer to his lips. Laughing, he captured her other nipple and lightly sank his teeth on the distended bud, and her moan of pleasure sent electricity racing up his spine.
“Trust me, baby. I remember what you like,” he whispered, his tongue licking a path around her areola. “I memorized every second of our first night together.”
Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the futon, proving to her that he did indeed remember. He tormented her with his tongue. His lips. His teeth—oh yeah, she liked the teeth. And she liked using hers on him.
His head reared back in pleasure-laced pain as she bit his shoulder, deep enough to draw blood.
“I have a good memory too,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not the only one who likes it rough.”
Sean’s chest clenched because he knew she wasn’t remembering him. Last time they were together, she’d thought he was Oliver.
“My name,” he squeezed out, strangled, urgent. “Say it.”
“Sean.” Her tone changed, softened, as if she’d read his mind and saw the old doubts and insecurities creeping in.
But then she brought her hand between them and gripped his cock so tight he saw stars.
“Sean,” she repeated, smug and throaty.
His lips found hers in a greedy kiss, tongue stroking her mouth in time to the hand stroking his dick. His body was on fire. Heart thudding with excitement, blood burning with need. But the fast pumps of her hand weren’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until he was inside her. Where he belonged.
He abruptly rose onto his knees, fisting his cock as he brought it toward her mouth. “Suck me,” he rasped. “Get my dick nice and wet so I can put it inside you.” Then he faltered. They hadn’t used condoms last year, but he realized he couldn’t just assume she’d want to do that again. “Unless you want me to grab a rubber?”
Bailey flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, and it took all his willpower not to thrust into her mouth. Shaking her head, she licked her lips as she peered up at him. “I’m on birth control. And clean, just like I was last year.”
“Me too,” he said gruffly. “I, ah, haven’t slept with anyone since you.”
Her eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“Don’t look so shocked.” He couldn’t stop the edge to his voice. “Not everyone is as slutty as your good chum Macgregor.”
She laughed. “Jealousy isn’t an attractive quality in a lover, you know.”
“Tough luck. Because I am jealous. I’m jealous as hell.” As the truth poured out before he could stop it, he suddenly wondered whether she’d like him better if he censored himself, if he curbed that blunt honesty that spilled out whenever she was around. But then her mouth closed around his cock and his brain shut down like a broken furnace.
“You have no reason to be jealous of Liam.” Her soft breath tickled his shaft. “I’ve never sucked him off, if that’s what you’re worried about. Never slept with him either.”
He’d known that, but hearing it loosened the tight knot in his chest.
Then she licked him again, and his muscles seized right back up. Her tongue was incredible. Dancing over his throbbing flesh as she worked him. Excruciatingly slow, as if she planned on torturing him all damn night. When those soft, teasing glides turned into the hot, wet suction of her mouth,
his balls tightened, and he choked on a curse.
“No. I want to come inside you.”
He pulled out, his cock weeping when the cold air met it, but he didn’t suffer long. He covered her body with his and with one hard thrust, buried himself deep.
Bailey’s nails scraped his back as he began to move. Thank God she didn’t have those manicured talons other women liked to grow or she would have ripped his flesh apart. Not that he’d mind the pain. Her urgency matched his own. The furious rise of her hips met him thrust for thrust. Maybe next time he’d take it slow, but right now, it was a race to the finish. A violent storm of need and lust that raged between them, threatening to consume them both.
Sean’s heart damn near burst when release blasted through him. The sizzling rush of pleasure had him sagging against her, but he kept pounding his hips forward, over and over until she cried out and joined him in that hot, mindless place that had turned his muscles to jelly.
They lay there for a moment, panting to catch their breath, their bodies glued together by sweat and sheer exhaustion. And then Bailey exhaled, and he felt her shut down beneath him.
She shifted and rolled away, and Sean experienced genuine loss the second he left the warmth of her body. He hadn’t expected her to cuddle, but he hadn’t thought she’d freeze him out either.
Her expression grew somber as she met his eyes and said, “You’re wrong.”
* * *
God, she could barely breathe. She was reeling from her second orgasm of the night. Stunned by the knowledge that Sean Reilly still had this power over her.
“Yeah?” he said warily. “Well, I’m wrong about a lot of things, so you’ll have to be more specific.”
She swallowed. “When you said we belong to each other. You’re wrong.”
A mocking glint lit his eyes. “Am I? Because it didn’t feel wrong when my cock was buried inside you.”
No, it hadn’t, but that word—belong—it brought back memories that cracked her chest wide open. Sean wasn’t the first man to say that to her. He wasn’t the first man who had thought he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her because she was his.
Trapped. That was how she’d felt at home. And with Daniels. And now with Sean.
Her desire for him held her captive, tied her to him. She’d never experienced anything like it, and she hated the powerless sensations that arose when she was with Sean.
“I won’t pretend that you don’t make me feel good,” she said tightly. “And you know how to make me come, I’ll give you that. But that doesn’t mean you own me, or my body. I’m choosing to have sex with you.”
“Gee, I’m so bloody flattered that you’d bestow such a wonderful gift on me.” He narrowed his eyes. “But what if I want more than your body?”
“You won’t get it.” She stared at him in accusation. “You said you understood that.”
“Oh, I understand, all right.” He sat up, resting his blond head against the wall as he stared back. “But when we’re around Rabbit, you do belong to me.”
“I already said I’d pretend to be your girlfriend,” she muttered.
“Well, you’re going to need to do more than hold my hand and stick your tongue in my mouth. I don’t want you on that man’s radar, which means that when Rabbit is watching, you need to be meek and silent and obey every word I say.”
His sharp tone raised her hackles. She understood why they had to put up that pretense in front of Rabbit, but she still resented being ordered rather than asked.
“Yes, sir.”
She started to get up, but he pinned her with his naked body, propping his elbows on either side of her head as a smoky look darkened his eyes. “What’s your hurry?”
“We need to get back to the other flat.”
“No. I haven’t had my fill yet.”
She became aware of the thick erection trapped between them. Long and hard, pulsing against her belly. She tried to fight the rising arousal, ignoring her swelling clit and tingling breasts, but she might as well have been asking the sun not to rise.
“You got what you wanted,” she protested. “I slept with you again. And trust me, I knew who I was with the entire time. We’re done here.”
“Are we?”
His hand found her breast, and when her nipple hardened against his palm, she cursed her body for betraying her. She was already wet again, anticipation surging through her veins and pulsing in her core.
Sean smiled. Slow and wicked and full of sinful promise. “I don’t think we’re done at all, luv.”
Pleasure shot through her when he pinched her nipple, lightly twisting it between his thumb and index finger.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He chuckled. “Yes, we’re done, or yes, that feels good?”
Goose bumps broke out on her skin as his hand moved between her legs. An anguished moan slipped out when he stroked her most sensitive place.
“We’re not done,” she whispered.
“That’s what I thought.”
His mouth captured hers in a reckless kiss, and then it was gone, traveling down her body and leaving shivers in its wake. He circled her clit with his tongue, hot and insistent, teasing and probing until she was reduced to a moaning, panting mess.
He lifted his mouth slightly. “Remember the rules, Bailey. You say my name when you come.”
He was primal and infuriating, and goddamn it, she was helpless to deny him. Orgasm hovered beneath the surface, and as hard as she tried to fight it, it still broke free, ripping through her body and shattering her mind. When she exploded, it was his name she called out.
And she hated herself for it.
His ragged breathing fanned over her sensitive flesh. She felt his excitement thickening the air and knew he would be inside her soon. She wanted him inside her.
In the back of her mind she wondered if she would ever not want this man, but then she lost the ability to think altogether because Sean climbed up her body and plunged deep, and a wave of pleasure swept her away to a plane of mindless bliss.
His thrusts were as urgent as before, hard enough to shake the futon frame, to make her gasp for air and cling to his shoulders. Sean was the only man she’d slept with who didn’t hold back during sex. Who didn’t treat her like she might break, or shy away from the rough play she enjoyed.
He came moments after her second climax, groaning her name as he shuddered. This time when he rolled over and pulled her to his chest, she didn’t move away. She lay nestled at his side, struggling to steady her breathing, wondering why the sex between them was always so damn explosive.
It was several minutes before he released her so he could duck into the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth. Bailey didn’t say a word as he cleaned her up. His touch was almost reverent as he swiped the warm towel over her core.
This was what confused her the most. The tenderness, completely incongruous with his overbearing personality. It was so much easier to keep her defenses up when he was being a jackass—
They both froze when a creak echoed through the loft.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
Bailey’s head shot toward the mocking voice of the man standing in the doorway.
It was Cillian Kelly.
Chapter 15
Why the fuck hadn’t his security alarm gone off?
Sean dove off the bed, his feet slapping the hardwood at the same time Cillian raised a gun in his direction. He didn’t have time to reach for the gun on the bedside table. And he couldn’t even throw a blanket over Bailey’s naked body because she was lying on the damn thing. Fully exposed to Cillian’s glacier blue gaze, which wasted no time sweeping over her pale curves.
Cillian glanced back at Sean. “You won’t be needing your weapon.” He smirked at Sean’s groin, the jutting hard-on that had gone from a lust-induced erection to a danger-fueled boner. “Or your gun,” he added, looking amused by his own joke.
As Bailey reached for the edge of the bedspread, Cillian cocke
d his pistol at her. “No. Don’t cover up. I like your tits.”
Fury pounded into Sean like steel fists. He was going to rip out that son of a bitch’s throat for saying that. For looking at her like that.
“I suggest you take your eyes off my girl’s breasts,” he said coldly. “Unless you’d like me to cut them out of your face.”
Cillian chuckled. “You were always a possessive bastard, Reilly.”
“And you were always a sick fuck. I remember you liked to watch—that was your kink, right?”
The other man just smiled. “All right, you win. You can both put some clothes on. We need to have a little chat.”
Wholly aware of the weapon pointed at them, Sean tossed one of his discarded T-shirts at Bailey. He shielded her from view as she slipped it on, and when she stood up and he saw the shirt hanging to her knees, he was suddenly reminded of how small she was.
Cillian was still watching her. No, leering at her, in a slimy, predatory way that pounded the last nail in his coffin—Sean was going to kill him. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. But he would die.
Sean wasn’t going to lose a wink of sleep over it, either. He’d never liked Kelly. The man had joined Rabbit’s crew a few years before Sean had left it, and it hadn’t taken long at all to see that he was a violent, sadistic asshole.
“What are you doing here?” Keeping a close eye on Kelly’s gun barrel, Sean tugged on his sweatpants, then strode to the security monitors. He cursed when he spotted the black screens. “What’d you do to my system?”
“Disarmed it, obviously.” Cillian rolled his eyes. “That’s what happens when you rely on wireless technology to keep you safe.” He waved toward the couch. “Sit down. Both of you.”
Lovely. His living room was about to host yet another unwelcome tête-à-tête.
Had Rabbit sent Kelly? He must’ve. Which meant that Rabbit hadn’t bought Sean’s sudden decision to rejoin the group the way he’d led Sean to believe.
Shit.
The three of them sat down, Cillian occupying the same armchair Flannery had used last night. He rested his gun on his thigh as he confirmed Sean’s discouraging thoughts.