Addicted (Outlaws Book 2) (10 page)

“What’s so important you had to drag me out here?” Reese demanded.

He met her annoyed gaze head-on. Connor had told him to use every trick in the book, so tonight he was opting for a different approach. “I thought it was time we talked. Straight up, no bullshit.”

“I didn’t realize we were bullshitting each other.” Her tone was dry.

“You’re always bullshitting me, Reese.” He liked the way her name sounded on his lips. He suspected he’d like the way she
felt
on his lips too. Or beneath him as he fucked her blind. He swallowed, pushing aside the wicked images. “Whatever you’re planning, Connor and I can help you.”

She looked amused. “I’m not planning anything.”

“Again with the bullshitting.”

She responded with a smirk. “I don’t know what you think is going on here, Rylan, but I was up-front with Connor. My people are weak. I need them to be strong. End of story.”

He chuckled. “Baby, there’s much, much more to the story. I’m insulted that you think I don’t know that.”

She didn’t answer. She just stared at him with that veiled expression he loathed.

His first instinct was to push her, force her to talk, but he knew that would backfire. He’d grown up on a farm where he’d dealt with plenty of stubborn animals, including a willful terror of a horse that would refuse to get in her stall most nights. Rylan had discovered that a gentler approach was more successful in coaxing the difficult mare to do his bidding.

Connor would have bulldozed Reese into talking, but Rylan would continue to bide his time.

“Fine, we’ll keep playing this game, gorgeous. Just know that the offer is on the table. If you need assistance, we’re here for you. Outlaws have to stand together, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “One for all and all for one, huh?”

“Nice motto.”

“It’s not mine. Someone wrote it in a book a long time ago.”

“Yeah? Never read it.”

“You should. Wouldn’t hurt to broaden your horizons, honey.”

“I’m not interested in fiction. Just fact. Just what’s in front of me.”

And right now what was in front of him was a woman he wanted so badly that his dick was in a constant state of rigid agony.

He stared at her lips, lush and red and without a hint of makeup. Her skin was naturally beautiful too, smooth and creamy. But those lips… they were his favorite thing about her. They were capable of doing so many sexy things. Plumping when she was deep in thought, tightening when she was displeased, parting when she was aroused.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and touched her mouth. The slight trembling of her bottom lip was the only sign she gave that his touch affected her.

“I want to kiss you so fucking bad,” he rasped.

Reese didn’t even blink. She also didn’t slap his hand away, so he took that as permission to keep going. He traced the seam of her lips with his index finger while his gaze drank in the sight of her. She was a beautiful woman, with her big brown eyes, delicate features, and soft mouth. If he’d seen her from afar, he would’ve thought she was an innocent. Sweet and pure. But he knew better. He knew her tongue was sharper than his favorite hunting knife. He knew she was as open with her sexuality as he was with his.

“I want to feel your mouth against mine. I want to lick my way inside.”

She still didn’t answer. The moonlight brought out the brighter red highlights in her copper hair, making the long strands glint enticingly.

“I want to suck on your tongue,” he muttered.

Silence. She continued to watch him, and he continued to rub the pad of his finger over her lips. Jesus, he wanted to taste her.

After what felt like hours, her lips quirked beneath his fingers, curving into a mocking smile. “Are you done?”

Frustration squeezed his chest. Gritting his teeth, he let his hand drop to his side. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I guess I am.”

“I think you’ve had enough.”

Jamie let out an indignant squeak when Lennox swiped the half-empty whiskey bottle from her hand. She hadn’t even seen him approach, which was a testament to the superb job the alcohol was doing.

“Where’s your friend?” she asked, trying to snatch the bottle back.

Ignoring her, Lennox marched forward a few paces and deposited the bottle in the hand of Nash, who looked over in surprise, chuckled, then turned back to the curvy woman he was talking to.

“What friend?” Lennox stalked back to her.

“Chassie. No, Cassie. The chick you were screwing around with.”

“She went to bed.”

“Alone?” Sarcasm crept in. “Aw, are you losing your touch, baby?”

Lennox shrugged, which drew her attention to his shoulders. He had beautiful shoulders. It was a silly thought, but it was true. His shoulders were so deliciously broad. And his arms… utter perfection. Strong, muscled, covered with ink. Jamie’s entire body felt weak as she imagined those arms pinning her down as he pounded into her with his cock.

A wave of lust nearly knocked her off her feet, causing her to grab onto one of those firm arms in order to steady herself.

“You’re drunk,” Lennox muttered. “You should go to bed.”

“I’m fine.”

“You can barely stand.”

“I can stand just fine.”

His expression became stormy. “You almost fell over.”

“That wasn’t because of the whiskey. I…” Her mouth snapped shut. No. She wasn’t giving him another opportunity to reject her. She already had another man’s rejection weighing her down tonight.

As if he’d read her mind, Lennox’s voice lost its hard edges. “He does care about you, love. In his own way.”

She clenched her teeth. “I know.”

“Do you?” he said thoughtfully.

“I’m not as clueless as you think, Len. Of course he cares about me. Just not in the way I’d like him to.” She laughed scornfully. “But hey, at least he’s not scared to admit he wants to screw me. He doesn’t hide the lust he feels, or run from it.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“You know exactly what it means.” The frustration of the past two days came pouring out like water from a broken pipe. She wanted to scream at him, but they were surrounded by people, so her voice came out as a hiss instead. “What was that the other night, Len? Were you bored? Drunk?” Another harsh laugh was ripped from her throat. “Too drunk to realize it was me?”

His gray eyes flashed.

“That’s it, right? It wasn’t my pussy you were panting over. It was some other woman’s.” She smacked her palm in the center of his chest and he flinched. “You’re an asshole, Lennox. I’ve always known that. I’ve tolerated it, laughed about it. But you went too far the other night. You don’t want me? Fine. But don’t play with me like that. At least pretend to give a shit about my feelings —”

He struck like a deadly snake, grabbing a hunk of her hair and yanking her backward. His hand cupped the back of her head before her skull could slam into the wall, but his grip remained stronger than steel.

“
Pretend
to give a shit about you?” he spat out. “Guess what, honey? You’re
all
I care about.”

Her heartbeat accelerated.

“Every move I make is directly driven by my feelings for you.” His fingers tightened in her hair, his chest pressed right up against hers, a solid, immovable object. “When I make a decision, you think it’s
my
safety I take into consideration? It’s fucking
yours
. I don’t take a goddamn breath without considering how it would affect you.”

Jamie was stunned. And scared. And so turned on she couldn’t breathe.

“I knew exactly who I was with.” He shoved one large hand between their bodies and curled it over her. “This pussy? It was mine that night.”

His big body began to shake uncontrollably. Jamie didn’t know if it was from anger or lust, but it was goddamn beautiful. His eyes glittered like storm clouds releasing flashes of lightning. His pulse hammered in his throat. His hot breath incinerated her cheek.

“It’s been mine for years,” he hissed out, cupping her so hard she squeaked in pain. “I could’ve taken it whenever I damn well pleased.”

The ache between her legs was so acute she nearly toppled over. Luckily there was nowhere for her to fall. Lennox’s hard body was trapping her against the wall, and she could feel his chest trembling as if he was struggling for control.

She’d seen him like this before. It happened when he got frustrated, when he was faced with a problem he couldn’t fix, an obstacle he couldn’t overcome. The frustration would soon transform into rage or lust, depending on how he harnessed it. Depending on what he chose as an outlet for the aggression – his fists or his cock.

“Goddamn
mine
,” he repeated, and in that moment she knew he’d made his choice.

His mouth crushed hers, swallowing her moan of surprise. It was a brutal kiss, violent and forceful and not at all how she’d imagined it would be when she was younger. She’d fantasized about gentle lips and a sweet tongue, but Lennox delivered something entirely different.

He took greedy pulls on her tongue, not allowing her to come up for air. He suffocated her with his kiss until she was dizzy, until her lungs burned for oxygen and her frantic heartbeat was all she could hear.

And then his mouth disappeared. Jamie blinked, and suddenly he was on his knees in front of her.

Her legs snapped shut for some odd reason. The look in his eyes terrified her. It was dark and feral and gleaming with unadulterated need.

Lennox’s fingers locked around her closed thighs like steel bands. “Give me what’s mine,” he growled.

Her heart nearly burst out of her chest. She gazed down at him, throat tight, nipples tingling, core throbbing.

“You want me to take it, is that it?” His voice was low and silky. “Because I can. I can pry these sexy legs apart and fucking take it.” His thumbs scraped the tender flesh of her inner thighs. “But I won’t, because you’re going to give it to me.”

Jamie swallowed repeatedly, but her mouth remained drier than dust. Although they were hidden away for the most part, tucked in a shadowy corner of the rec center, she was wholly aware that people were watching them. She made out Beckett’s intrigued face, Bethany’s concerned expression.

“Look at me,” Lennox ordered.

Her gaze dropped to the primal, sexed-up man on his knees and she was suddenly reminded of a story her mother had told her a long time ago. About a box full of sins and the curious woman who’d foolishly opened it without considering the consequences. Well, Jamie had done the same damn thing. She’d goaded Lennox into opening this door, but she hadn’t been prepared for this. For
him
.

This wasn’t Lennox, her best friend. This was a terrifying, seductive stranger.

“Give me what I want, Jamie.”

Her legs parted as if controlled by a higher power. She couldn’t have kept them locked if she’d tried. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and Lennox’s hot gaze immediately zeroed in on her bare sex. He licked his lips and she shivered.

Then he grabbed the bottom of her dress and whipped it all the way up to her waist so that every inch of her was exposed. “Wider,” he rasped.

Jamie widened her stance.

His eyes burned brighter.

She knew he could see how drenched she was. That he could feel how slippery her inner thighs were.

“You think I don’t want you?” He was mocking her now. “You don’t know shit, Jamie. You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this.”

He traced her folds with one finger, rubbing the moisture clinging to her inner lips. Then that wicked finger trailed lower, breaching her opening with its tip.

She jerked from the shot of pleasure that hurtled into her.

“Open your eyes,” he barked.

Her eyelids flew open. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them, but Lennox clearly wasn’t happy that she had.

“I want you to watch who’s doing this to you.” The words were rough, seductive. “Watch as I lick you. As I shove my tongue inside you and fuck you with it.”

Oh. My. God.
 

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined those filthy words coming out of her best friend’s mouth. The thrill of it sent another gush of moisture to her pussy, and Lennox chuckled when he felt her arousal coating his finger.

“Yeah, that’s it. Get nice and wet for me, love.”

Her wide eyes stayed focused on him. On his mouth, as it slowly descended over her clit, as his lips gently rubbed over the aching bud. Shock waves rippled through her. Oh hell, that felt good. And then his tongue came out and it felt even better. Hot and insistent, but torturously slow as he lavished soft licks on her clit, then dragged his tongue up and down her slit.

Her breathing grew shallow. Her legs started to shake. Chuckling against her core, Lennox brought one hand to her waist and curled his fingers over it, holding her steady. His other hand stroked her thigh in the same languid tempo his tongue was using on her clit.

God, it wasn’t enough. Her hips started to move. She was helpless to stop it, because the light friction was becoming unbearable. She needed more, damn it.

Lennox growled. “Fuck yeah. Rub your pussy all over my face.”

She thought she heard herself moan. It was hard to tell because her heart was thudding louder than the bass line pounding from the speakers. She couldn’t believe Lennox was doing this to her. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt.

Everything about him was turning her on. The hungry noises rumbling in his throat. The furrow in his forehead as he concentrated on pleasuring her. The enormous bulge in his pants. God, that cock. She wanted it. She felt needy and empty and he was the only one who could make it all better.

“I need your cock,” she begged. “Please, Lennox, I need it.”

“No.” The husky response vibrated in her core, and then he buried his face in her pussy and sucked hard on her clit.

“Oh God.
Yes
.” Jamie fisted her hands in his hair and rocked harder against his greedy mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Grind down. Let me feel you.”

She was shamelessly riding his face now, but it still wasn’t enough. She cried out when his tongue lapped at her opening. A moment later, he pushed it inside her, releasing a savage groan as he lodged his tongue deep.