Banged Up (17 page)

He just wanted to fuck the shit out of her. But he didn’t reach out. He waited to see what her game was. The anticipation was going to kill him, but he loved it.

She licked her lips, and he thought it was more out of nervousness than teasing. But when one hand went up and started unbuttoning her shirt and the other went to her mouth, he started to question his own theory. She slid one finger into her mouth and sucked on it while slowly drawing it back out.

He didn’t know where to look: the finger between her lips or the fingers working the buttons out of their holes. Her shirt was gaping enough now he could get a glimpse of a dark green bra, almost the same color as her eyes.

He didn’t have to decide what to look at when she slid her wet finger down her gaping shirt and into what he supposed were her panties.

Mace twitched on the couch and his fist wrapped around his shaft. He was leaking already, the pre-come flowing hot and steady.

Colby paused what she was doing and gave a sharp “No.” Mace jerked at her tone, surprised it had come from her, and in his surprise he automatically released his cock.

Damn
.

But he was not going to complain. If she wanted all the control tonight, well, he was not going to fight it.

She went back to unbuttoning her shirt one-handed, and when the last one was released, her open shirt revealed enough he could see her other hand was definitely,
definitely
, down her panties. Her panties were the same color and fabric as her bra, but he didn’t care about that. He only cared about what was going on underneath the green fabric. He could see her fingers moving, knuckles shifting, her wrist sliding under the cloth. She ran her free hand over her bra, pushing the shirt to the side more, giving him a better view. She threw her head back and gasped.

Her legs buckled. Before he could reach out to keep her from falling, she lowered herself to her knees and freed both her hands to grasp his ankles. Mace jerked at the unexpected contact.

She traced her fingers up both of his calves, past his bent knees and over his thighs, being careful of his injury. She moved herself closer so she was pressing in between his legs, while she slid her hands around his hips, over his clenched stomach, and lower, once again. She circled the root of his cock with two fingers and squeezed.

Mace pressed his lips together to keep from cursing, while his stomach clenched even harder. His fingers dug into the couch cushion. One reason was he was trying not to come. The other was to keep from dragging her up and over his lap, to impale her. Deep.

The two fingers circling his cock became her whole hand as she leaned over his lower body.

Christ, there was nothing which excited him more than seeing all her fire-red hair in his lap. It brushed against his thighs, it swept against his groin, and it tickled his lower stomach. He was sure he would come if she kept brushing her hair against his cock. It was just so silky…

He sucked in a breath and his hips rose off the couch when her hot little mouth enclosed over the head of his cock. Her tongue whisked away all of his pre-come, like a kitten lapping up cream. She took him all the way in, almost to the root. Her lips bumped against her own fist before slipping back up to the top, her tongue teasing the small slit for a moment before her hot, hot, hot mouth enclosed almost his whole length again.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

When she shot him a look, he realized he might have said that out loud. Not even a moment later, she picked up a rhythm with her tongue and her lips, stroking his length while her fist squeezed his root.

He leaned his head back and couldn’t watch, if he did he was going to lose it. He didn’t have to watch to see what she was doing. It was burned in his brain. He would remember this forever.

When her other hand gently cupped his balls and squeezed, his eyes flew open and he heard someone cry out. It had come from him.

His brain was so addled, she could tell him to jump and he wouldn’t even ask her how high. He would do anything,
anything
, she told him to. Especially when she started to lick the head like a Tootsie Pop, trying to see how many licks it took to get to the center. He was either very tasty or she was very hungry…

Her steady rhythm down his length began again and he couldn’t resist: he sank his fingers into her hair and began to thrust. His hips rose to meet her at every stroke. His fingers tightened in her hair and he tensed. He wanted to blow his load. He needed release. His balls were so freaking tight, and it didn’t help she was playing with them, squeezing them, rolling them between her slender fingers.

She pulled her head away and, when her mouth was free, said, “No, I want you to come in me.”

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and glistening. He would have been happy coming right where he was. But she wanted to be the boss.

And so she shall be.

She came to her feet and stepped back from the V of his legs, just out of reach. She slipped her opened shirt off her shoulders and stood, looking
oh so
edible in her shiny, matching green bra and panties. Her panties looked a little darker at the apex of her legs.

That made him smile.

“I need help.”

Mace lifted one eyebrow in question. He wanted it to look roguish, but the truth was he couldn’t get any words past the lump in his throat.

“I want you to take these off,” she said, turning her back to him. She stepped back closer to him before lifting her hair up and out of the way.

The clasps of this bra were in the back, which was not the norm for her. He reached out and smoothed his fingers over the smooth, fair skin of her back, along the edge of her shoulder straps before reaching the double clasp. He popped one, then the other, her bra falling away to the front.

He ran his palms down her sides, reaching the top of her panties. He slid his fingers under the edge of the elastic and around to the front, so he was almost hugging her waist.

Sliding his hand back to her hips, he pushed them down. Slowly. His touch lingered here, there. Over her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, until the green scrap of fabric dropped to her ankles. She lifted one foot out before kicking the panties away with her other foot.

She still stood facing away from him, her arms now crossed over her breasts, her hair covering her back like a cape. She couldn’t be shy now. She lost her inhibitions during sex, she didn’t get more. So she couldn’t be hiding herself from him.

And, oh shit, she wasn’t.

When she turned to face him, she was kneading her own breasts, plucking both nipples, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She released one breast and worked her hand down her stomach, once again to the fiery patch below. She parted her pussy lips…

“Don’t—” he blurted out, making her pause. “Oh, God, don’t.”

“You don’t like?”

“Oh, no, I like. I like a lot. But I will end up losing it all over myself.”

“Scoot back.”

He did. He pressed himself to the back of the couch and offered his hands to her. She accepted and used his arms to balance while she climbed over him, placing a knee on each side of his hips. He caught a whiff of her scent, it was hot and musky and so freaking female. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and taste her. But that wasn’t how it was going tonight. Tonight, she was in charge.

She lingered above him, putting her weight on her shins. She was so far above him.

Too far. She needed to be closer. Much closer. “Condom?” he squeaked out. He held onto her upper arms making sure she didn’t lower herself yet. Not until some important business was taken care of first.

“It’s taken care of.”

“Okay, uh…”

Colby leaned forward and placed her lips by his ear, whispering, “I’ve been on birth control, but I wasn’t sure before… Now, I am. I want just you, only you, inside me, nothing in between.”

Mace groaned in anticipation; it sounded like a good plan to him. His cock jerked and it brushed against her damp curls, which in turn made him thrust his hips up in response.

Colby laughed huskily. “Down, boy.”

She spread one open hand against his chest for balance and grabbed his shaft with the other; she rubbed it against her slit, making it even slicker, if possible. She lined it up in perfect position, and he was ready, so ready to send it home.

She made small circles with her hips, lowering herself. She’d go down one inch, come back up until only the tip was in her, go down two inches, and come back up. Then down three inches before coming back up, all the while keeping her inner muscles tight and circling her hips.

He was going to pass out. Any second he was going to just drop over dead. With the biggest fucking grin on his face, too.

When she sank down on him, swallowing him whole, he lost his train of thought. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her there. She ground circles against his lap and he pressed his face between her breasts, air hissing from his lungs. He struggled to catch his breath when she started rocking against him, letting out little mews and gasps.

Her sounds vibrated through her chest against his cheek as he nuzzled her breasts, moving until he caught a nipple in his mouth, drawing down on the tight, hard nub. She rocked faster and he sucked harder.

Suddenly her movements became frantic, and within seconds she stiffened, clenching her inner muscles around him and letting out a long wail. He thrust up and felt the heat rolling through him. He released himself deep within her, his cock jerking along with her orgasm.

Colby collapsed against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and sighing.

“Wow,” she whispered into his hair.

He chuckled. “Ditto.” He nuzzled her neck and kissed her damp skin.

She said, “I need to get off your leg.” But she made no effort to do so.

“No. You’re fine. I don’t want you to move.” His leg was only spasming slightly. It would settle down soon.

The phone rang, making Colby jerk against him. She eyed the phone worriedly.

“How about now?”

“Still fine.” He stretched over and plucked the cordless phone from the side table.

“Hello?” Silence greeted him. He tried once more time. “Hello?” A soft laughter answered him before he heard a click and the dial tone. Mace’s stomach dropped.

He pushed the “end” button on the phone and slammed it on the tabletop. “Well, we know now who
wasn’t
making those calls.”

Colby’s arms tightened around him and she buried her face against his neck. He traced his fingers up and down the crease of her spine.

At first, he’d been hoping it was some stupid kid pranking the house. After Craig had showed up, he’d just hoped it had just been the bastard. But he was getting a very bad feeling about this. He was at the point now where he was going to have the Bureau trace the calls.

He cupped Colby’s ass cheeks. He wanted to get to the bottom of this soon.

Chapter Eleven

Colby walked through the aisles of what, at first glance, looked like junk. It wasn’t, though. Antiques and other household items lay in long rows on the grass. Every so often, something—a unique piece of furniture or knickknack—would catch her eye and she would hesitate, investigate, and inspect.

If she liked it, it would go on her list along with what she thought it was worth or at least what her limit was while bidding. Since her funds were limited when it came to furnishing the house, she had to keep herself under control. Renovations were her priority. Having a non-leaking roof over her head was more important than an antique settee.

As it was, auctions had a tendency to get her caught up in the moment and before she knew it, she had spent way too much on an item. Auctions were fun, but addicting.

She couldn’t believe Mace had wanted to come with her and Martin today. Recently, Mace seemed to want to stick close to her. Any time she had to run an errand, he would either insist on doing it for her or at least want to go along.

She didn’t know if he was trying to be helpful or just being overly possessive. Either way, he had tagged along today. Not long after arriving, Martin and Mace had wandered away talking about what pieces of furniture would go nicely with the wainscoting and wood molding in her house.

She preferred the auctions held during the week and during the day, because those usually had less competition for an item she wanted. However, this auction was loaded with people, because it was a beautiful Saturday morning.

The property was only about a mile away from hers and the auction was being offered by the estate of the late owner. The house itself was being auctioned off, but it was in very bad shape, even worse than hers had been when she bought it. Whoever bought it today would most likely have to tear it down and start over. But though the house was in disarray, the old wood furniture had been kept up. Classic, stunning pieces littered the yard.

She strolled down another aisle until she found a particular piece she had seen listed in the auction catalog. It was a beautiful Victorian dresser made from a burl of walnut.

She pulled open a drawer to inspect the dovetailing. The mirror was large and the wood around the glass was hand carved. The top was made of molded and variegated marble, white in color, a stunning contrast with the rich walnut color of the wood. It was in excellent condition for a piece of furniture which had survived since the 1860s.

Colby stepped back to stare at it. She really wanted it. But knew it was going to bring a hefty price. She sighed in disappointment. Some collector would snap it up at a price way out of her range.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Colby jumped at the deep male voice which came from right over her shoulder. She turned quickly to face the stranger. “Yes. I’d love it, but I don’t think I’ll be able to afford it.”

“How do you know you can’t afford it? This is an auction. Deals can always be found at an auction.”

The tall but stocky man had dark brown eyes and his hair was just as dark. His complexion was darker than Mace’s, more olive-toned, and unmistakably ethnic even though he didn’t have an accent. Something about him made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was just because he was standing too close; he was invading her personal space.