Текст книги "Infatuation"

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Nineteen

Mackenzie

I wake with a startle the following morning. Naked and exhausted, my mind’s full of images from the night before.

“Oh, God. Yep it happened,” I tell the empty room. I roll to sit up, and my body protests in a good way.

Turning my head, I check the time on my alarm clock. Ten-o-five. Though I’m not surprised, I still curse myself. I hate sleeping in this late.

The price you pay when you stay up till sunrise, letting a man fuck you silly, Mackenzie.

My mind flicks back to the moment Beau walked into my room last night and saw me getting undressed.

I was angry, hurt, but most of all I was done. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me that gave me the confidence to stand there and expose myself to him, or maybe it was my need driving me.

Need to be wanted. To be devoured. By him.

I’m not sure what made me do it, but I knew standing there would be our last chance. He reacted, thank God, but what shocked me the most was how he handed all control over to me. He said it wasn’t something he wanted to throw me into, but I still picked up the subtle commands, the way he reacted when I sassed him back, and how he decided when I came. They were only indirect, but I still caught them and obeyed immediately.

It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. If anyone had asked me prior to last night if I’ve had hot and heavy sex before, I’d have said yes, plenty of times. But now? Now I can honestly say after last night, I’ve only experienced that level of arousal with one man. Beau.

He was different. He took the time to take me there. To make me come apart before even thinking about trying to get himself there. Yeah, the men I’ve been with always made sure I came, but not like Beau. Not where I was begging to stop.

After the first round, we took a shower, both of us exploring each other. By the time we were dry, we were ready for round two. Beau took control the second time, and surprisingly, I wanted more. I never thought I would see myself handing over so much. I know Beau hasn’t even begun to show me what he likes, and while it scares me a little, it’s not enough to push me away. I want to try to please him. I want to show him I would and could do anything he asked.

Even if my comfort level is tested.

The smell of coffee brings me back to the present. Pushing all of last night’s activities away for now, I roll out of bed and throw on his shirt. I forgo panties and go in search of him.

I find him in the kitchen, resting against the counter. Feet crossed in front of him, coffee mug in hand. His only clothing is boxer shorts, and I can’t help but stare.

His body is a contradiction of hard and smooth: broad, high shoulders, firm chest with pecs that bulge beneath the skin.

Smooth line after line separate ripples of ab muscle. His waist is narrow, hips lean and his ass. Ugggh, his ass is tight.

Seriously, the man is dangerously sexy.

“Morning.” I stop my ogling and step over the threshold, a little unsure how to act. Do I go to him? Pretend like nothing happened?

There’s no doubt last night was incredible. We both gave into temptation, and spoke about taking things slow, but would he regret it today? Would he pull away from me like he did last night in the kitchen?

He looks up at my voice. “Morning, darlin’.” I hang back, still feeling self-conscious and maybe even clueless. “You gonna stand there making this awkward, or you gonna come give me a kiss?” he asks, driving my nerves away.

“I thought I would just watch you there in your underwear all morning,” I sass back, before moving toward him.

He places his mug on the counter next to him and opens his arms for me to step in close.

“Is this a new dress code I’m not aware of?” he asks just as I press my mouth to his. His beard brushes against my lips, sending a zing straight to my clit, reminding me how it felt to have him between my legs.

“Hmm,” I murmur as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, coaxing them open and reclaiming my mouth. He tastes like coffee and Beau. The perfect mix I need this morning. The kiss takes on new life, as our tongues tangle, reuniting like long lost loves. Beau’s hands come to either side of my face, cupping me closer to him.

“Geez, woman, I’ve been missing out on this every morning?” He pulls his lips away and leans his forehead to mine.

“What can I say, it’s the beard.” He throws his head back in a deep laugh before planting a kiss on my forehead.

“I need coffee,” I tell him, almost desperate. He releases his hold on me and lets me step back. I don’t waste any time and take myself to the glorious coffee pot.

“Gotta say, I’m liking our new dress code, darlin’.”

I look over my shoulder at the playful tone in his voice and catch him checking out my legs. I turn back, roll my eyes and reach up into the cabinet for a mug. His shirt rises with me and I feel a little naughty knowing I just teased him.

Seriously, who knew yesterday morning we would be here, less than twenty-four hours later, acting like we hadn’t spent the last two months pretending we weren’t into each other.

“Please tell me you’re wearing panties.” Beau’s pained growl rolls through me as a new wave of need takes over. Everything becomes an unimportant blur as my body awakens.

“Ummm.” I laugh awkwardly, filling my mug with the black liquid. I don’t have a chance to taste my coffee before Beau’s front is pushed up against my back. His hard cock nudging me between my ass cheeks.

Holy hell.

“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” His hot breath skirts over my ear while his hand glides up under the shirt.

I sag against him as his finger finds my pulsing clit.

“You sore?” The soft rumble of his voice warms me as his finger glides down then drags my wetness up to my clit.

“No.” I whimper when he flicks my bud once. Okay, maybe a little sore, but I don’t tell him. I want him any way I can.

“Good. Spread your legs, darlin’,” he orders, and like a good girl, I do as he asks.

He sighs his approval, leaning closer to my ear. “This for me?” I become lost in my arousal as the words vibrate over my ear. “Answer me,” he urges, dipping his finger lower again, moving more wetness to my clit.

Oh, God, bossy Beau is here and I’m going to combust.

“Yeah.” I nod, my hands finding the counter to hold on.

“New rule, no panties at breakfast,” he commands, before sinking his teeth into the side of my neck.

“Good rule,” I pant, thrusting my hips upward seeking more friction. He lets me have my play, stepping closer to give me support.

“Now, seeing as you came to breakfast with easy access, do you want me to make you come with my mouth or my cock?”

“Mouth,” I answer too quickly, a little too desperately.

Way to play it cool.

“I’ll give you my mouth, darlin’ as soon as you give me yours.” He steps back from me, taking his finger with him.

I turn to face him ready to bargain, but my eyes fall to his cock, standing tall and proud in his boxers.

“You want me to suck you off?” I ask as a new wave of hunger takes over. We didn’t do this last night. In fact, he barely let me touch him.

“I want your mouth on my cock. Yes. Not sure if I’m gonna let you suck it, or if I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” I inhale a startled breath, the thought of him fucking my mouth leaving me wheezing.

“You want me to fuck your face, Kenz?” he asks, seeing my reaction.

I nod, but remember his rule of words. “I think so,” I answer before he can remind me. “Yes, I mean yes.” He smiles a crooked smile before giving me a wink.

Holy shit, can this man ever not be sexy?

“You remembered. Good girl. Now on your knees, darlin’.” I want to argue. I don’t know why. I want to be on my knees, but the defiance in me decides to question him.

“Here?” I ask, looking down at the kitchen floor.

“Here,” is all he says, pushing away any discussion otherwise. I nod and then step forward. My arousal between my legs grows, and for the first time this morning, I regret not putting on panties. The slick wetness slides between my thighs as I step forward and go down on my knees.

Without taking any more instructions, my hands reach for his boxers. Slowly and carefully I pull them down. His cock bounces free and before I can touch him, feel him, his hand fists it.

I look up at him, his gaze burns through me as he strokes himself, each one a sharp, rough caress.

“Is this for me?” I smirk up at him, using the same words he used on me.

“And then some,” he answers, releasing his cock. “Put it in your mouth,” he orders, pushing down on it to line the bulging tip with my lips. The small bar piercing through his head glistens with pre-cum. I want to reach out and lick it, play with it, but I know he’s testing me. Challenging me to push him. Not wanting to disappoint, I lean forward and open my mouth.

My eyes stay on his as he slowly guides himself inside.

“Fucking hell!” He hisses as I mold my lips around his width. A shudder runs through me as I accommodate his size. My arousal grows, sliding between my thighs.

Squeezing my legs together, I focus all my attention on what’s happening in my mouth. The cool bars from both of his piercings glide on my tongue and I take a moment to let my mouth memorize it.

“You control this, Mackenzie.” Beau coaches me, moving his hands to either side of my face. He continues to glide back and forth between my lips. I can’t take him all without needing to gag so he stops short, knowing just how far to push.

“You want to stop this, you stop. Simple,” he reminds me, giving me an out.

“Hmmm,” I acknowledge his words with a slight nod.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to relax your throat. I’m not going to hurt you, but by the time I’m done, you’re gonna take me whole.” He smiles down at me before picking up his pace. I keep my breathing steady through my nose, careful not to lose it. I haven’t given head like this before. Not with someone else in control, that fact alone makes it more erotic.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is heaven.” His encouragement relaxes me more, a new need taking over. A need to please him. Beau continues to control his strokes, in and out. Deep and precise. His moans grow wilder the faster he pistons his hips. The bar starts to hit the back of my throat, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it ignites me.

Can I come without even being touched?

Not sure it’s possible, I slip my hand between my legs and find my clit. My own touch is electric, consuming as I work myself toward my own release.

“Stop touching,” Beau barks above me, and instantly my fingers freeze.

“Hmm,” I growl back. Frustrated doesn’t begin to describe my feelings. I need this release.

“Not yet, beautiful. Want you to come over my mouth.” His admission soothes me a little, but not much. I purse my lips tighter and relax my throat, with hopes to move this along so I can have the attention I too am craving.

“Fuck, Kenz, gonna come too soon you keep it up.” I suck deeper, wanting it as much as he does. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling my hair in a sharp tug, and for a split second, I tense. The sensation of being trapped between his hands threatens to freak me out, but I force myself to let my fear go. This is Beau, not Chad.

Beau, not missing anything, reads my reaction. He releases my hair instantly and slows, but I don’t want him to end this. I want him to come.

Moving my hands to the thick muscles in his thighs, I pull him back to me, showing him I’m not ending this. He gets the hint and picks up his pace. Careful not to grip my hair again, he fucks my mouth over and over. His groans grow wild, his strokes desperate, until an uninhibited cry of satisfaction fills the kitchen, and warm cum explodes at the back of my throat. My stomach dips, the sounds of his orgasm sends spasms through my pussy. Trying not to focus on the taste, I swallow everything he gives me until his moans of pleasure quieten and he slows his movements. Allowing me to make sure I take everything he offers, he stills briefly before letting his still hard cock fall from my lips. I lean forward and run my tongue over his piercing. I look up under my lashes and watch him draw a sharp breath through his teeth.

“You have no idea how breathtaking you look down there, darlin’.”

I feel powerful. Sexy. Unstoppable.

“Come on, dirty girl. Your turn.” He bends at the waist and helps me up to my feet. Before I can wipe my mouth, he smashes his lips to mine, finding my tongue in desperate need, and strokes me to a new kind of ecstasy. Lust.

I’m consumed by everything he gives me. Everything he takes from me.

Jesus, the man can kiss.

He continues to kiss me for what feels like hours, until I’m pushed back against the counter.

“Up.” He drops to his knees, while I climb up and spread my legs open for him.

“Jesus, I’ll have to fuck your mouth every day, darlin’. You’re dripping for me.” He pushes his tongue between his teeth and with a devilish grin lifts it in two quick flicks.

Oh, God, yes please.

“Hands beside you, flat on the counter,” he orders, but this time I don’t want to comply.

“No. I want to touch you.” His eyes narrow at first, waiting for me to submit, but I don’t.

“Please, Beau,” I push, needing this more than he knows. I know he said it would be like this, but I need to connect with him on this.

“I’ll give you this one today, but next time you learn what happens when you disobey me.” He shakes his head before lightly nipping at my thigh.

My fingers move to his hair, spreading wide to pull the length between them. I want to ponder on what kind of punishment I would find myself taking, but time ceases to exist when the rough tingle of his beard lets me know his mouth is there. A moment later, his tongue spears my clit and two fingers fill me.

I block out everything else, too lost in what his fingers and his tongue are doing to me.

All thoughts of punishment gone.

“Do you have any other family alive?” I ask later that afternoon as we lay in bed naked. After Beau made me come with his mouth on the counter, twice, we sat and ate breakfast before racing back to bed where Beau made me come apart with his cock.

We’ve spent the rest of the day switching between the kitchen and Beau’s bed. I shouldn’t be able to walk, let alone talk with how many orgasms I’ve received in the last twenty-four hours. But I can and now we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.

“Only the club left,” he answers, his finger trailing soft circles along my neck.

“Did you grow up in Rushford?” I keep the questions coming. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt Beau is completely relaxed to open up.

“Yeah, grew up with Nix and the club. What about you? You always lived here?”

“I grew up in Los Angeles. My mom and dad were actors.”

“Yeah? Movies?”

“No.” I laugh. “I should say aspiring actors. They were in a few TV commercials, but my mom and dad were free spirits. They never really had a serious job, always floating from place to place.”

“How did they die?”

“When I was twelve they were in a car accident. I was at a friend’s house for the night. They were driving out to a party when a drunk driver ran a stop sign. My mom died instantly. My dad died three days later.”

“Sucks, darlin’, losing your parents so young.” He presses his lips to the side of my head, offering me comfort.

“Yeah, it was hard, I had to move to Redwick to live with my nan. I hated it at first, but every day was better than the last. My nan was great. She let me adjust, and have my moments until I finally came around. I took it hard when she died five years ago. She was the last of my family.” He squeezes me closer, breathing in my scent.

“I felt the same way when my ma died.” He offers his own story. “My sister, Missy, died first. It was tough on all of us, but Ma, she was a mess. Thinking back now, part of her died that day too. Then two years later when we all just got back to a good place, Dad died suddenly one morning. Aneurism. Fucking brutal. By the time she was diagnosed with cancer the following year, she was ready to go. It was bittersweet. I knew she didn’t want to fight, so in the beginning, I was fighting harder for the both of us.”

My heart breaks a little for him. To suffer the loss of his whole family over a period of a few years can’t be anything short of agony.

“It took a while for me to forgive her, leaving me for them. But I understand it now. She lost too much.”

I don’t know what to say. I mean what could I say?

Nothing.

I don’t offer words. I simply let him continue to stroke my hair, the silence comforting enough for both of us.

We must have drifted off shortly after, because the next thing I know, Beau’s shifting me off his chest to answer his cell phone.

“Yeah?” he answers in greeting.

I roll to my side and check the clock.

Just after six.

We’d fallen asleep for four hours.

“Yep. Can do.” He opens the drawer of the nightstand, grabs a pen and a pad of paper, writing on it quickly.

“Yeah, probably four hours.” He continues to write. “Okay, thanks.” He ends the call and then starts typing out a text.

“Everything okay?”

“Sorry, darlin’. I gotta head out.” He drops his phone to the nightstand, presses his knee to the bed, and leans over to kiss me. I want to ask him why, but I know it’s for someone in need.

“Okay,” is all I say, before returning his kiss. He doesn’t take it deep, just peppers three more along the corner of my mouth then pulls back.

“You wanna stay at the clubhouse tonight, or I can see if one of the guys can keep an eye on the house?” He moves toward his dresser and takes out a pair of boxers, stepping into them.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll be fine here. And don’t bother anyone.” I know Beau has been having some of the guys come and sit out the front whenever he’s away. Something I feel guilty about.

“Not gonna leave you all night. Gotta go out to Henderson, and back. Won’t be home till early morning. It’s either clubhouse or one of the guys will come around.” The last thing I want to do is head into the clubhouse. I just want sleep.

“I’m sure I can handle one night on my own.” I shake my head at his concern. Beau has the whole place set up with a security system. I’m as safe here as I am there; besides, there’s no threat to me here. Surely by now he realizes it.

“I’ll call Hunter.” He ignores me and tugs on a pair of jeans, this pair almost black.

“No, don’t. I’ll be okay. I’ll have a bath, find something to eat and then head back to my own room,” I add, not sure what the etiquette is. We live together in the roommate capacity. Does that mean we still sleep in our own beds?

“You’re not sleeping in here?” He looks over at me, still half-dressed.

“I mean it’s your bed. I have my own bed next door.” I shrug, not really sure what to say. Does he want me to stay in his bed when he isn’t here? Do I only come in here when we have sex?

Why does sex make you stupid?

“Want you in my bed, darlin’, but if you’re more comfortable in your room, I’ll climb in there.” He sits on the end of the bed and pulls his boots on.

“You don’t think it’s weird me being here while you’re gone?” I press on, voicing my unease.

“Fuck no. The only thing wrong with the idea is I’ll be thinking about it all night. Probably have a semi half the night. Jesse will probably give me shit.”

I laugh at the image. Yeah, Jesse will so give him shit. “I’ll see how it goes,” I finally say, watching him stand and put on his cut.

“Okay, but so you know, coming home to you in my bed would be a fucking dream.” He leans down and kisses me one last time. “Be thinking of ya, darlin’.” He stands to full height, and without a backward glance, he leaves me naked in his bed.

It’s not until later when I see Hunter’s truck parked across the road I realize he didn’t listen.

It makes me fall a little more for him.

Past Mackenzie

“I don’t know what you’re fucking thinking here.” A voice pulls me out of my groggy sleep and back to reality.

The past twenty-four hours come flooding back and then I realize I’m in a hospital.

“Don’t start your shit right now, Sy,” Beau’s voice answers and I keep still, wondering what they’re talking about.

“She’s fucking dangerous. Look who she’s connected to. This is bad shit, Beau.”

Me. They’re talking about me.

“What the fuck is your problem, Sy? You think I’m gonna walk away from her? I’m following this through. If you want to leave, fine. Fuck off. But we’re all this woman has right now. I’m gonna take her out of town away from that abusive-ass husband, with or without your help.” I hold my breath, then slowly let it out as I realize this man is truly going to save me.

“I’m not saying to leave her here. I’m saying call Tiny in. Have someone else do this. I’m worried about you. I haven’t seen you like this before.”

The room falls silent, the insistent beeping of the machine grows louder the longer no one talks.

Like what?

After what feels like ten minutes I decide to give up my façade and release a soft whisper, like I’m just stirring from sleep.

“Mackenzie?” My voice is called and I slowly open my eyes. Beau is sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed, Sy standing by the door.

“How did it go?” I take stock of my body, but can barely lift my head. The drugs are doing their job. Even my face is numb.

“Everything ran smoothly. They were able to reset your arm.”

I don’t answer, but nod as I try to move myself up to a sitting position. “When can we go?” I look toward Sy and see him quietly assessing me.

Oh, God. He scares me.

“Tomorrow. They want you to stay the night here, and then once you receive the all clear, we’ll be on the road.” Beau stands and passes me the remote to control the bed.

“I’m gonna go check in with Nix. Be back.” Sy turns and leaves us alone.

“I don’t think he’s too happy,” I murmur, more to myself than Beau.

“He has his head up his ass over his woman. Just ignore him. I do.” He rests back in his chair and stretches his feet out in front of him. Faded jeans, scuffed boots. I don’t say anything for a few minutes, until I can’t help but want to engage with him.

“Beau, why do you do this? Help women.” He regards me for a long while, and I wonder if I’ve overstepped some line I didn’t know was drawn.

“Ten years ago, someone close to me lost their life because she didn’t leave.” His face darkens, his brow dipping low, and then he shakes his head clear. Like he can’t believe he just shared a little of himself.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Beau.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. Now get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” He shuts down any more chances for me to talk. Deciding sleep sounds appealing, I rest my head back and let my eyes fall shut. He’s not leaving. I’m safe.

“Beau,” I call one last time, hoping he answers.

“Yeah?”

“I bet your special someone would be proud you do this.” I hope to offer him some kind of peace.

“Thanks, darlin’. I hope so.” His reply is soft, gentle and if you could breathe hope from my words alone, you’d swear he was trying.

“I know so,” I whisper just before sleep takes me.