All For You (Boys of the South) (8 page)

“Are we done,
then?”

His eyes snap open.
“Hell, no.”

In one smooth
movement, he stands, unsnaps my bra and fastens his mouth to mine.
The back of my knees hit his bed and I fall down, West tumbling with
me.

Our bare skin
presses against one another, my breasts to his chest, his hardness to
my softness.

“You feel so
damn good.” He takes my mouth again, his tongue plunging
inside, while his fingers cup me between my legs.

A long finger
thrusts inside of me and I gasp into his mouth, then he pushes a
second one in. I grip his biceps, the initial sting wearing away to
something more pleasurable.

In and out he
moves, his fingers curling, finding a spot that makes me cry out and
move my hips restlessly against his.

“There you
go,” he says, his voice rough.

He presses
open-mouthed, hot kisses against my jaw and throat, finding my hard
nipples. He sucks one deep into the hot recesses of his mouth, and I
dig my nails into his skin.

Still his fingers
move in that same spot, making me wetter, making my head thrash back
and forth, as I sob his name. I’m so close, so close. Suddenly,
he slides all the way down my body and puts his mouth on me, licking
my clit firmly.

I go over the edge,
clawing at the bedcovers. I’ve barely have time to recover
before I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. He’s over me, pushing
into me, and I’m spreading my legs wider, wanting him as deep
as he can get.

My head falls back,
the pleasure/pain of him stretching me as I try to accommodate his
size overwhelming. His breath is harsh against my ear.

He rolls over,
pulling me on top of him, gripping my hips tight, so tight I’ll
have marks on my skin. “Ride me… ride me hard.”

I place my hands on
his broad chest, but instead of moving, I lean down and lick his
nipples, take one into my mouth and bite the tip. He jerks beneath
me, begging me to screw him senseless, only he uses a different word.

“Now,
McKenzie, I’m about to—”

I sit up, and rock
hard upon him, my hips moving in an awkward rhythm, until he helps me
find the right one.

“Lean
forward,” he orders and I comply.

My breasts brush his
face and he buries his face between them, licking the valley of skin.
He turns his head, sucking on one as I ride him. A corresponding tug
from where we are joined makes me squeal.

He swells inside of
me and I bear down.

“Sit up, sit
up… need to see you.”

I raise my hands
above my head, rocking my hips to his rhythm and let them down
slowly, caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and arching my
back.

“So damn
sexy.”

My hair brushes his
thighs and he shoves his cock into me, rubbing his thumb against my
swollen clit. I cry out, coming hard and seeing nothing, yet entirely
aware of everything.

He grunts, groans,
and growls a string of curses as he orgasms. His hands travel up and
down my back, bringing me to him. He kisses my cheek, my lips, and my
nose, sweet, loving tokens of affection that set my heart free.

“McKenzie,”
he whispers as we roll to the side. “McKenzie, McKenzie,
McKenzie.” It’s like my name is a prayer or a plea.

“I’m
here. I’m here. I’m here,” I assure him. I’m
not going anywhere. Not after this.

“Stay with
me.”

I nod, kiss his lips
and snuggle against him. “Forever.”

Toward dawn, he
wakes me again, his mouth between my thighs and his hands on my
breasts. I cry out my pleasure, but he keeps going, making me come
again and again, until I’m begging him to stop—to put his
cock inside of me.

“I need you,”
I say.

He lifts my legs
over his shoulders and thrusts deep. My hips lift off the bed.
“Sore?”

“A little.”

“Good.”
He does something with his hips that makes my eyes roll into the back
of my head. “Because I’m not done with you.”

“I’m not
done with you either.” I bite his arm.

He pulls out of me,
flips me on my stomach, shoves a pillow under my hips, and mounts me
from behind. “Ready for your next ride?”

All I can do is moan
in answer.

Chapter Nine

West

If this isn’t
the best winter break I’ve ever had, I don’t know what
one was. My days are filled with hanging out with McKenzie, at her
house, at my house. I make love to her as often as she allows in my
bed, in her bed. On the floor, in the shower.

Closing my eyes, I
thrust forward into her tight heat, sinking deep inside of her. She
clutches at my back, her mouth on my shoulder, hot puffs of air
scalding me.

“More,”
she groans, loud as ever. Last night, I had to cover her mouth with
my hand when she came, because the last thing I wanted was my parents
pounding on my door.

Today no one’s
home, so my girl can yell loud enough to wake the dead, and I won’t
stop her.

I pick up the pace
and push up on my arms, watching her tits bounce. Her nipples are
dark, tight, and begging for my mouth. Dipping my head, I nip at one
and she moans, squeezing my dick with her inner muscles.

My eyes water. This
girl is going to kill me.

Nuzzling her throat,
I tongue a path to her collarbone. She turns her head, her hands
moving from my back to sink in my hair. She’s urging me to go
harder, faster… until we’re banging my bed against the
wall. She screams my name and I growl hers, joining her a few thrusts
later. My hips won’t stop moving; I can’t stop moving.
It feels too damn good, even in the aftermath of my orgasm.

“West,”
she whispers in a voice I don’t recognize. Or maybe it’s
because I do recognize that voice that I finally stop moving.

I fix my gaze on
her, on her flushed face, her pretty eyes and full mouth. There’s
a hesitancy residing there. “What’s wrong?”

“Are we…?”

“Exclusive?”
I’d certainly thought so. I mean, we hadn’t come right
out and said it, but I didn’t want to be with anyone else but
McKenzie. And I was pretty damn certain that she wasn’t, and
that certainty, coupled with the fact that she hadn’t ever
slept with anyone but me, trampled down any jealousy threatening to
rise.

“A secret.”

“Oh baby,”
I say softly, tenderly kissing her nose, her cheeks, and her mouth.
“I’m proud, and you’re sure as hell loud, about
being your man.”

A giggle, and then a
sigh. “We don’t go out, on dates, at least not since last
week.”

“Kind of like
having you all to myself.” I move my hips slightly and her eyes
flutter close, then open. “But I’ll take you anywhere
you want to go in public; just don’t expect me to keep my hands
to myself.”

She smiles, all at
once shy, thankful, and sweet. “Julia said that there’s a
party at The Oaks this Friday, and I thought—”

Oh, shit.
“I can’t.”

“Why not?”
She licks her lips. “I have something appropriate to wear.”

“That’s
not it.”

“Then tell me,
because I’m starting to think the worst.”

“Because I’m
going with Charlie.” Her hands leave my hair and my head drops
to her chest. “Please don’t be upset. I have to it this
way. Our parents have certain expectations—especially mine, and
it’s going to be difficult as it is when I transfer to Carolina
next year. Besides I made a promise to her, and I think I owe her
that much, after all these years.”

She says nothing to
that.

I roll off her,
hopping up from the bed to dispose of the condom in my private
bathroom. When I get back, not even a minute later, McKenzie’s
still laying where I left her, but her gaze is on the ceiling.

I try again to make
her understand. “I made a promise to her, before you and I—”

“Hooked up?”

“You’re
not a hookup.” I crawl onto the bed and take her in my arms.
Her skin is cold and I try to warm it, by pulling the covers over us
both. “You’re my—”

“Bootycall.”

“McKenzie
Meadow Walsh,” I growl in warning.

“Rebound
girl.”

“What the
hell?”

“Stating the
obvious.”

“You’re
mine, damn it.” I lift her pointed little chin and land a hard
kiss on her mouth, punctuating every subsequent word with more hard
kisses. “Mine, my girlfriend, my lover, and my friend.”

“Then cancel
your date with her.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because she
promised that if I go to with her to this party, then afterwards she
would tell our parents that we were no longer together, and then
they’d stop waiting for a marriage proposal to happen.”

“And you
believe her?”

“Yes.”

“I think she’s
stringing you along, and as soon as this party is over, she’ll
come up with another excuse as to why the two of you can’t
share. Then another, until you forget why y’all broke up and
get back together with her.”

Her assessment of my
relationship with Charlie is spot on, but it pisses me off, because
my entire focus has shifted to McKenzie. I’m not that guy
anymore. “You don’t understand. After Friday night, I’m
free.”

She looks at me
skeptically.

“Please, baby…
you’re my everything.”

Tears fill her eyes
as she pushes me away. “If I were truly your everything, then I
wouldn’t have had to ask you to break your date with her. You
would have done it, before we got to this point.”

She leaves the bed,
her curvy body with its supple muscles gracing my room as she
dresses.

“Yeah, well if
I were
your
everything, then
you
would be more understanding of the barrel she has me over.” I
throw the nearest pillow across the room. Childish and ineffectual.

“Bless your
heart, Weston Diaz, for having to make a hard decision.” Her
lips smash shut and she slips on her shoes.

Damn Charlie, and
damn me to for putting McKenzie in this position. “Call you
this evening?”

She pauses at the
door, her hand on the frame. “If you’re not too busy with
Charlie.”

“I’m not
too busy with anyone,” I snap.

Her eyes turn hard.
“Good to know that the old West Diaz is still in there.”
Then she walks out of my room.

“Knew I should
have picked her up today,” I mutter to the wall. Then I settle
back down in bed, crossing my arms behind my head, and plotting my
next move. I’ll give her some time to cool off, and then do one
better than calling her.

I’m going to
drive to her house and take her out on a date. In public, with a
loudspeaker announcing our arrival, if need be.

If, If, If.

If she would have
stayed, we could be sleeping right now, dozing in and out of
consciousness, and then in a few I would have woken her up with my
mouth between her gorgeous thighs.

Aroused and antsy, I
climb out of bed. No way I’ll ever relax until all of this is
resolved. I put on a pair of grey sweats, a Georgetown t-shirt, and
my running shoes, heading outside to run. But as I put my hand on the
back door, my dad stops me.

“We need to
talk,” he says, motioning for me to follow him.

Heart pounding, I
trail after him.

Chapter Ten

McKenzie

I haven’t felt
this numb since high school, since the Monday West never showed to
pick me up, and decided that I no longer existed. My brain and my
heart are warring with each other, one telling me to go to his house
and bring the pain, while the other tells me to give him another
chance.

Maybe I should have
let him strip in the parking lot of Tanaka’s, and left him
stranded after all.

“What did
those plants ever do to you?” my dad asks.

I start at the sound
of his voice, almost overturning the clay pot of baby ferns.
“Nothing.”

He moves to stand
beside me, rubbing a frond between his fingers. “Looks good.
Who’s it for?”

“Me.”
Like everything I grow, I’m the only one who sees it. Well,
besides my dad. “Maybe Julia, but she kills plants just by
looking at them.”