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But none of them bless themselves after saying 'hell' or make me crazy to see them smile.
Do you know why you wanted to make me angry?" He spoke directly against her parted, panting lips. "Because you know it makes me hard. You know it makes me hot to fuck." He tilted his hips and pushed against her, demonstrating the effect of her words. "That means you're hot to get fucked. Good. Too bad you're about to get much more than you bargained for, hustler. Turn around.
Somewhere in Hayden's town house, her panties were still smoking.
Can I tell you a dirty secret?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Just hurry."
Derek's dark laughter increased her arousal, coating her in slick heat. Achingly slow, he sunk two thick fingers inside her. "If I could go back and do one thing differently that first night, I would taste your virgin pussy before I fucked you. I bet it would have been extra sweet.
Duchess, tug the top of that dress down just a little. Just enough that I can sit here and imagine sucking your nipples.
Then there was the one accompanied by his hand squeezing the front of his jeans. Sit on my lap, baby. I just need your weight right here.
Or the one that had nearly melted her into the seat. If I slipped my hand under your dress right now, no one would know but us. Think you could stay quiet long enough to come?
Derek frowned. "I guess I still think of her as a kid."
"I know. And it's very sweet how protective you are of my sister." She tugged on a fistful of hair. "In fact, it's kind of a turn-on."
Derek's eyebrows shot up. "Another one? Jesus, how many do you have?"
"I don't know. You keep discovering them."
He turned onto his stomach and crawled up Ginger's body, his eyes focused on her mouth. "Are you sure we...'
Another round of banging on the door.
"Mommy and Daddy!" Willa called from the hallway. "Zip up your pants and open the door."
Ginger kissed him one last time and ran from the bedroom laughing.
Derek smiled after her.
She'd once been told by her Sunday school teacher that she laughed loudly enough to distract Jesus from performing miracles.
I know I'm not who you'd pick for her. I'm probably not even who she would pick, but I'll change that. I'll give her everything.
What happens to impatient girls who try to tell their man what to do in bed?" She stifled a sob of pleasure. "They have to wait longer.
Story blew out a shaky breath toward the ceiling. "Dude."
Beside her, Daniel's body shook with silent laughter. "Did you really just say that?"
She rolled over to face him, a catlike yawn stretching her face. "In California, the word dude has over a thousand different meanings. Dude, Duuuuuude, Dude! It all depends on your tone.
You're going to be sore tomorrow. From me. From how I'm about to fuck you. Every time you walk, sit, or stand, you're going to think of me.
Oh God," she groaned. "We just named your penis. Honeymoon's over.
If she'd listened to Troy and refused her father's offer the first night in Quincy's, his life wouldn't be in danger. She'd done this to him. To them.
Ah, sweetheart, I don't fuck around with virgins." His head dipped, teeth closing around her ear and tugging. "But I'll get down on my knees and eat that untouched pussy like a motherfucker.
Hayden Winstead! Don't you dare! Don't you dare marry someone else. We will fix this, do you understand me? If it means I have to work ten jobs. Your family will be fine. You don't have to do this. Please, please don't do this." He banged his head against the door, grateful for the pain somewhere besides his heart. "I know I'm an asshole but I'm working on it. I'm sorry for what I said. So sorry. Hurting you ... it might be the worst thing I've ever done, but I don't deserve this. You don't deserve this. If you marry him, Hayden, I won't recover. I only got to spend one night holding you, but it was enough to know I have to hold you every single night.
Maybe it was the way she only reached his shoulder that sent protectiveness surging up to his jugular, while somehow - at the very same time - he wanted to seek refuge in her.
But as Derek watched himself holding Ginger in the mirror over the sink, her smaller, trembling body engulfed by his naked arms and chest, he felt the furthest thing from unaffected. Every sob or shudder that moved through her robbed him of breath. Derek wanted to decimate her sadness and anything causing it. Feeling powerless, he rubbed circles on her back with one hand.
Tell me. In your mind, what are we doing in that bed? Are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it?"
"I'm ... you're ... "
"Am I under you, watching your breasts bounce as you buck those hips? Or am I on top of you the first time? I could force those thighs wide and bury myself deep in between them." He leaned forward to lick the curve of her ear. "Maybe I'm behind you. Ah, fuck, I could get in so deep that way, gorgeous. Tell me what you want. I'll make it happen.
Love comes in many forms. It's not always sweet. Or comfortable. Sometimes it's selfish and consuming. Volatile.
Let me be clear, Ginger, since you insist on talking in circles. I want you underneath me in my bed. I want to be buried inside you so deep that I have to remind you of your own name. And I want those motherfuckers leering at you from the other side of the bar to smell me on you for a week afterward.
Belong to me, Story. Even if it's just for a little while.
Shh." His breath at her ear sent a delicious shiver down her spine. "Be very quiet and very still or everyone will know I'm fingering your pussy under this blanket. It needs to be our little secret, doesn't it, baby girl?
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"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"Why?"
"Baby, if I'm going to take you into a room full of men wearing that dress, I'm damn well going to be the only one who knows the color of your panties.
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Love few, love hard.
You made this fucking sound, Hayden. The first time you spread your legs to take my cock. I hear it everywhere I go. This goddamn ... moan? Sob? I don't know. All I know is if I don't fuck that sound out of you again soon, I'm going to completely lose my mind.
He didn't have words to describe her. She glowed. She'd somehow fallen out of the sky and landed in this unworthy place, with an unworthy man.
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She knew what he wanted to hear. Throwing her head back, she reveled in every word. "My man. My man is fucking me.
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When you look at me, baby, do I strike you as the type of man who lets the woman he intends to fuck walk into another man's hotel room?
Don't wrap my legs around you?" she panted. He grazed her lips with his. "I couldn't say it out loud. It's too sad.
If I were the kind of man who apologized for something he said, this may or may not be how I would go about doing it. Reed.
If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with the rain.
Are you still wearing those flimsy white panties?"
"Yes," Story breathed.
"Good. I need you to reach inside and pet your clit for me. Gently, like I do it.
It's so good because I love you Rita. It's good because you love me back. No matter the time it took. When it's right, it's right.
Despite his overtly masculine appearance, his reserve suggested he would be the type to order a glass of milk at the bar.
That offended her as a bartender and as a recreational drinker.
This isn't summer camp." Those hands clenched. Unclenched. "If you want to kiss me, you'll get everything. I'm not going to hold back.
Somehow she'd ended up in bed with the man mothers warn their daughters to stay away from. The kind of man fathers go after with a shotgun, their sobbing daughters trailing behind them in a wedding dress. She should have stayed away, because now that she knew what all the fuss was about, she would never be satisfied with anything less. He'd blindsided her, ruined her, and addicted her in one single evening.
There's something to be said for small victories when they're made out of chocolate.
Jesus, baby." He groaned loudly, shifted. "Been a while?"
Yes. "No. It's just you…you're…"
Brent sat up, putting his face right in front of hers. He bit her bottom lip and tugged. "I'm what?" When she tried to kiss him, he dodged her mouth. "Say it. What am I?"
"Huge," she whispered.
"That's right." His hands slipped up her back and gripped her shoulders. "And you're going to take it.
If she ever decided to stop pretending they didn't set each other on fire, she'd seriously have to woo his ass. And no, he didn't care if that made him sound like a chick.
Hey, sunshine.""Daniel.:
"Daniel.:
Good Lord, baby, Say my name again. I need you to say it in your sleep. When you touch yourself. To no one in particular. Just say it, say it, say it.
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Simply being in a relationship didn't necessarily equate to happiness.
Roxy had once called him the Pussy Whisperer, and it had kind of stuck. For the sake of brevity, though, they simply called him P-Dub.
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Ginger recoiled. She'd already made the choice to leave with him, but his high-handed tone infuriated her, made her want to change her mind. "You can't just demand I leave in the middle of my shift!"
"I can shut this place down with one phone call. Give me a reason to do it. Please.
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I'll have you over him in five minutes flat, babe." Biting my ear lightly, he fingers the snap of my jeans. "Let me take him right out of your head
Often times people make questionable decisions. And even though they already taste the fat regret sandwich headed their way, they do it with a smile.
Uh, yeah. Hello? Are you the contest winner?"
His Irish brogue is thick, punctuated by irritation. I pull my proverbial shit together and nod. "Yeah."
"About bloody time. Did you stop to sign autographs?
Now, gorgeous girl. What dirty little secret were you going to tell me? Let me know when I'm getting warm." His thumbs drew lazy circles on the insides of her knees. "Were you going to tell me that you woke up after our night together, all tight and wet for me, wishing I was still there to take care of you?
If you like being cuffed, I have no problem accommodating you, baby." "Actually," she returned, drawing the word out, "I was thinking I would cuff you." She held her breath. Any minute now, he'd scoff at her request and this charade would be over. Funny, she wasn't quite as ready to walk away as she had been moments ago. In fact, the thought of Brent's big body, restrained by handcuffs, was surprisingly appealing. That fluttering in her stomach had graduated into a constant tug, confusing her further. "Done." Hayden hid her shock as Brent leaned close and spoke gruffly near her ear. "Be warned, though. If you take away the use of my hands, I'll only make up for it with my mouth.
It's simple. You're for me, Ruby."
"I'm for you," she breathed.
He growled, equally exhilarated and annoyed by
the way she insisted on pushing him back. I'm going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You're going to hate how much you love it.
I just watched you bend over a pool table in those ridiculously tight jeans. Over. And over. You think I could stop at kissing?
It's inevitable, Willa. We are inevitable. When you stop fooling yourself, come find me.
She didn't want to be like these men. Didn't want to be a murderer. "Please," she said through clenched teeth. "You never saw me."
Gordy leaned down, his face hovering right in front of the gun's barrel. Unconcerned, possibly even excited by the weapon pointed in his direction. "Pull it. I dare you." When Ailish still couldn't bring herself to tighten her finger, he laughed. "You always were a tease.
You're late."
"And you're fucking gorgeous.
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I didn't say I couldn't touch." She gripped the collar of his shirt and dragged him forward, bringing their mouths an inch apart. "Just you." A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I'll make you beg for my goddamn hands on you.
How do you manage to see the best in everyone, Willa, but only the worst in yourself?
More than likely, his skill had been perfected with hundreds of women. And she'd just inflated his ego even more by acting out her own amateur version of Gone in Sixty Seconds against his leg
If you keep working that hot little tongue against mine, I'll have no choice but to fuck you.
If someone put a single scratch on your skin, I would go utterly mad, Ginny, and yet I burn to sink my teeth into your neck every second of the day. I don't know how to uncomplicate that for you.
Get your head out of the gutter, baby. You Catholic girls and your filthy minds.
You don't want to want me? Is that right?" A muscle jumped in his cheek when she glanced down. "Well, I plan to make sure you spend the entire day that way. Wanting me. Needing me. Until you get used to it."
Anticipation buzzed in her bloodstream, but it was tempered with nerves. "How are you going to do that?"
"We're going to eat lunch, goddammit.
When I had my tongue in it…when it started shaking for me…I thought I'd never taste anything sweeter. My smooth, wet Eliza.
Don't dump my stash. I hereby bequeath all manner of pleasure machines to you, my pasty, studious little friend.
Who do you think you are?" His gaze dropped to her lips. "I'm the guy who's going to kiss you tonight.
Do you have any idea how much it turns me on, knowing something of mine has been cradling your sweet pussy all day long?" Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers inside her with just enough force to make her cry out, bring her up on her toes. He didn't move them, only held them there, high and tight inside her. Ruby's head fell forward on a moan that was equal parts frustrated and relieved. He'd finally filled her. But she needed so much more from him, and he seemed determined to take his time. "You walked around with your naughty secret all day, didn't you? Did you think of me while you sat in class wearing my underwear? Did the thought of me get you all wet, baby?" His thrust his fingers deeper. "Answer me or you'll get no more.
Look at me. You own me. I'm owned." He shifted his hips, making her whimper. "You own this, too.
I should have left yesterday before I found out how hot you run. But I didn't. And now I'm fucked." One hand dropped from the wall to grip the side of her hip, squeezing and releasing. "That exquisite body of yours needs a lot of care and attention. I didn't even get a chance to use my tongue on you. I hate not knowing how you taste."
Her head dropped back against the door. When his hand slipped under her dress to run up the outside of her thigh, a moan escaped her lips. Unconsciously, she thrust her breasts upward, in the direction of his mouth.
"Yes, I see them, baby. I'd taste you there, too." Slowly, his hand slid around toward the juncture between her thighs. "You came so quickly for me yesterday, like something out of a fantasy. Were you neglected here?" He ran a knuckle along the seam of her panties. "I know how to make it better.
You know there's absolutely nothing you could do that would be wrong, don't you?" Biting his lip, he ran the smooth head across the seam of her lips. "You could lap at it like a kitten, and I'd come like the dirty motherfucker I am.
I've slept in your sheets and seen my sweat cooling on your gorgeous skin. I've spent myself in your mouth and between your legs.
Scoot forward," he asked in a gravelly voice. "Just a little. I promise I'll suck them so good for you. So good.
If you need servicing while we're stuck in this fancy-ass hotel for a week, I'm going to be the one to do it. No one else. Not Golden Boy. Not even your right hand.
This morning, he'd carved out daylight for her in that stifling basement.
Oh captain, my captain." The fighter slapped a hand over his heart, punctuating the heavy Brooklyn accent he spoke with. "Try not to endear yourself to me too quickly. We just got here.
Ginny," Jonas said thickly. "I'm lost."
"No. you're found. Stay with me.
You said you loved me. No one has ever said that to me before and it meant something. So if you think I'm going to let you get on a goddamn plane and fly out of my life, you've got another think coming." One strong hand grasped her knee and curled it around his waist. When he ground his erection into her damp center, her head fell back onto the mattress with a whimper. "I will follow you, do you understand me? You don't get to swoop in, make me fall in love with you, and bail. That's not how this is going to work." Daniel rotated his hips once, twice. "Can you live without this? Because I can't. I won't.
Give me a chance, beautiful girl.
How did I survive this long without you? I love you, Eliza. It's all I can feel. I'm made of it. If you've got even an ounce of this for me, I'm so damn grateful.
Baby, sometimes what I'm thinking doesn't translate into words. You're going to have to badger them out of me until I get better at this, okay?
I swear to Christ, baby, you were made for me. You feel that?" He pulled out of her, then slammed home once more. "Mine. My Lucy. Let me hear you say it.
What do you call sneaking out before the sun comes up?"
"Punctual," she decided. "I had things to do."
"We had things to do."
Heat settled low in her belly. "Did we? I don't recall you making an appointment."
"Keep running that mouth, hustler," he rasped beside her ear, making her shiver. "I've been impatient to fuck you for days. If you keep taunting me, I'll have no choice but to assume you want it as rough and dirty as I can give it. And, baby?" He nipped her ear. "I saw the way your back arched and your thighs squeezed together when you heard my voice behind you. I know how bad you want it.
I didn't make it one goddamn block yesterday, Ruby." He swiped an impatient hand through his hair. "Look, we're both stubborn hotheads, and we're going to fight. Early and often. But I will never make it more than one block before I come back. That is my promise to you. And I don't break my promises, either." Hands on hips, he breathed deeply as if attempting to calm himself. "If I let my fear of losing you keep us apart, I get the same damn result. The only way I can fight that fear is if you fight it with me.
Listen to me. I love your sister. I love her so much I can't wait for tomorrow. To see what she says, what she wears, which laugh she'll use. She's not your sister to me. She's Lucy. She's the girl who makes me feel human.
Daniel had one more question. He hated asking it, but her answer would be exceedingly important to him. The knot in his throat had returned, but he tried to speak around it. "Do you pity me, Story?" For the second time that night, she surprised him. "No. I pity the sixteen-year-old boy. Of course I do. How could I not?" Story rose from the windowsill and placed her hands on his chest. She waited until he met her eyes to continue. "But I don't pity the man. The man took a tragedy and used it to give himself purpose. The man is magnificent.
Daniel?""Tell me, sunshine."
"Tell me, sunshine."
Inhaling his scent like a lifeline, she leaned in and spoke urgently against his ear. "Take me home. Make it better."
His answering groan rumbled against her chest. He sank his hands into her hair. "Oh baby, I'm going to make it so much better.
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Would you like me to tell you what I did last night when I got home?"
"No." She shivered. "Yes."
Brent chuckled quietly, but it came out sounding pained. "I took off my clothes and lay down on my stomach in bed. Then I wrapped your silk panties around my hand and fucked them.
Hot damn, Wip. We've got a stone-cold fox on our hands."
Willa flipped Ginger the bird without looking away from the full-length mirror. "This touching family sitcom moment brought to you by the letters F and U.
Small favors often turn into full-time obligations.
His existence is a threat to my sanity.
That's right, girl. Fight me. Show me you give a damn.
Her hands moved to his chest, stroking over his shoulders. "So I've made my big, dramatic scene. Isn't this the part where you kiss me, Lieutenant?"
"I can't kiss you right now."
"Why not?"
His chest rose and fell with a shudder underneath her hands. "I'm looking at you sitting there all puffy-eyed from crying over me. If I kiss you right now, I'll never stop."
Her heart pounded a wild beat. "Just one little kiss?"
Derek groaned. "God, this is how it's going to be with you, isn't it? When I can't make love to you properly, you'll beg me for it? I think you're trying to kill me.
I'm not capable of turning you down," he said on a pained laugh, gaze devouring her breasts. "I'm going to take you to my bed and pleasure the fuck out of you. But the panties stay on. It's nonnegotiable."
Her entire system rebelled against his words. How could he touch her, kiss her like this, and refuse to take it all the way? It didn't make sense. Men didn't have that kind of willpower, did they? She certainly didn't have that kind of willpower. "W-what? Is it too late to give a different answer about why I changed my mind?"
"Yes. But don't worry, baby." Before she could
register his intention, he'd swung her up into his arms.
"Even with your panties on, it'll still be the best sex of your life.
Do you feel that, gorgeous? I keep my cock hot and hard for you. Only you. Any time you want it, you just crawl right onto my lap and take what you need.
When I saw you on the side of the road, Rita, I saw my wife, I knew.
New Yorkers hustled past in every direction, somehow managing not to run smack into one another. A dozen scents hit her at once. Car exhaust, meat being grilled by a sidewalk vendor, and was that...a slight hint of urine?
I've loved you up one side of forever. Now I'm going to love you back down the other.
When you think she deserves someone better? When you can't imagine being the one who actually gets to keep her? That's how you know you're the one who deserves her. Not some asshole in a puffy shirt carrying a sword.
As soon as I get a handle on myself where you're concerned, Ginny," he groaned into her neck. "I am going to fuck you endlessly.
I'm the type to ignore a pebble in my boot until it gives me a blister. I've made ignoring problems an art form.
Miss you?" He grated the incredulous question, dropping his mouth to her temple. "You left me without a soul. I can barely remember the days since you left. They passed without me feeling a single thing. Because you are feeling for me. You're the only thing that keeps me from being numb. Twice in my life you've turned me back into a living, breathing man, and missing you... missing you, Peggy, doesn't even begin to cover it. You revive me.
Who's got you feeling out of control, duchess?"
Hayden shook her head, knocking against his chin in a way he found so endearing, his throat hurt.
"Tell me so I can set them straight.