Part 3 (1/2)

”Perfect,” I whisper back. ”I knew you would feel like this. The best I've ever had.”

She smiles at my words, and runs her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and lean forward to bite her neck. My thrusts grow aggressive and I feel the need to dominate her intensify.

I pull back and look her in the eyes. ”Lean back and put your hands on the edge of the bed. I want to f.u.c.k you hard and watch my c.o.c.k go in and out of your c.u.n.t.”

I see her swallow and she nods her head. She leans back a little and I help steady her as she puts her elbows on the edge of the bed. I sit up a little and grip her hips as I f.u.c.k her in this position. Her body stretches out in front of me and her big t.i.ts shake as I pound into her.

I look down and watch where we are connected. My c.o.c.k drips with her honey and her c.l.i.t is swollen. She wants to c.u.m, and I'm almost ready to make that happen. I just need to hear a few things from her first. Part of me needs this. To know this isn't just some quick f.u.c.k for her. To know that I'm going to be a part of her life. The idea that she could toss me aside in the morning makes me chest feel hollow.

”Tell me you'll take me to meet your friends tomorrow.”

”What?” she asks in utter shock.

”I know you're in a club, and you don't have to take me there, but I want to meet your friends. I don't want to be a secret.” I know this will be the biggest hurdle to our being together and I want to squash it as soon as possible. Then maybe this feeling of unease will settle. It's been sitting there since the day I saw her picture, and each day it grows. The thought of losing her is too much.

She shakes her head, but I reach down and thumb her c.l.i.t. She tries to swat my hand away but I shut that down. ”Put your f.u.c.king hands where they were, Mackenzie, and don't move them again.”

She slowly puts her elbow back on the bed, and stares me in the eyes with a look that would probably kill a lesser man. It only almost makes me lose my load inside her.

”I'm not your dirty secret. And you're not mine.”

She nods her head in agreement, but I want the words.

”Say it.”

”I'll let you meet my brothers.”

”I'll be in your bed tonight, but you still owe me a night in mine.”

She nods her head again, but I strum her c.l.i.t some more, letting her know what I want.

”I'll make good on my promise. You'll still get a night in your bed.”

”Good girl,” I whisper, and there goes her blush again.

I speed up the pace on her c.l.i.t, and rub it in hard fast circles. I thrust my c.o.c.k, riding her hard, and it only takes a few more pumps before I feel her p.u.s.s.y start to c.u.m.

Her legs lock up, and her head falls back. She shouts my name, and the c.o.c.ky motherf.u.c.ker inside me grows ten feet tall.

I give one last hard thrust and bust my nut deep in her c.u.n.t, loving my name on her lips.

I rest my head on her chest as I try to catch my breath. I wrap my arms around her. Her arms twine around my neck.

With what little strength I have left, I pick her up and lay us both down on her little mattress. It's not much bigger than a twin, but I don't give a f.u.c.k. I'll be on top of her all night anyway.

I lie halfway on top of her, and hold her tight as I fall asleep.

”You're going to sleep on top of me?” she asks, but I hear the smile in her voice.

”It keeps you from sneaking out in the middle of the night,” I mumble into her hair.

”You know this is my house, right?” she says on a yawn.

”If you knew how many times I marked this place, you wouldn't be saying that.”

I hear her hum a questioning sound, but we both find sleep before I can answer.

CHAPTER FIVE.

CAS.

Warm fingers trace the scars lining my back, followed next by a soft mouth. Sweet kisses touch each of my picked wounds, making my heart squeeze inside my chest.

”You get these in the Air Force?” he asks, reminding me that he knows way more about me than I do him.

”No,” I answer honestly. Normally people don't see my scars. Most of my s.e.x is quick and fast, not even taking all my clothes off sometimes. Now I'm lying naked in my bed, with a man that will barely give me an inch of s.p.a.ce.

I feel his body lock around mine at my words.

”I'm guessing that folder you got on me doesn't have all the details of my life.”

”You get them while doing club s.h.i.+t?”

”Club s.h.i.+t?” I snap, giving a bite to my words and letting him know he'd better watch his step.

”Just answer me, Mackenzie,” he says, placing another kiss on one of my scars. His mouth eases my tension. He's worried.

”No. Not from there either.”

”You going to make me drag it out of you?” he asks, running his tongue along another scar, making me moan. I'm learning this is his game. He likes to tease my body until I tell him what he wants to hear. It should p.i.s.s me off that he can do that, but I'd be lying if I said I don't love it. My body craves him like it never has anyone else before. I find myself allowing him liberties I've never allowed another soul.

”I got them before I was in the Air Force.”

”But you were eighteen when you enlisted.”

”I was,” I confirm, letting him see a part of myself that few others know about.

”Oh, Mackenzie.” He breathes against my back, peppering kisses up my spine, and letting me know that my scars make no difference to how he feels about me. That he isn't disgusted by them. He may change his mind if he finds out what I did because of those scars. He could recoil at the ugliness I've been party to. It's a bitter reminder that what I have here with him isn't real. That I'm here to find out what he knows about me, and even if he denies it, he's probably here to close his case.

”Give it to me,” he says like it will come so easily. That it's his right to have.

”I can't give you anything. I don't trust you. I can't trust you to wear a f.u.c.king condom.”

Instantly I'm on my back with him hovering over me, his intense gray eyes staring into mine. ”Cut that s.h.i.+t, Mackenzie. I told you this isn't a game. I want you. f.u.c.k the case.” He leans into me so we're nose to nose, ”As for the condoms, you better get used to the lack thereof, because that won't be changing. Stop trying to wiggle away from me. Having you without a condom, my c.u.m filling your hot little c.u.n.t, reminds you there's no getting distance from me. You're mine.”

My whole body goes on alert at his words, making my heart rate pound like I'm on a mission. It would be exciting if it didn't scare the s.h.i.+t out of me. Vincent could leave behind a whole different type of scar. The kind that could shatter me from the inside out. It's hard to believe what he's saying, Pres gave me the rundown on him before I left the club. He is a decorated FBI agent who quickly moved up the ranks. Driven, will stop at nothing to get what he wants. The question was did he want me or the case more?