Banged Up (8 page)

Colby shifted away from him, her eyelids still heavy from need. “Are you all right?”

“No.” He made a fist, cursing again. “Oh, God, I want you so much.”

“I know, I know.” She brushed his hair off his forehead. “We’ve got to take it slow. Maybe it’s better this way.”

“No, it’s not, believe me. I’ve got two places that hurt. One we can ease. The other we can’t. The problem is the one we can’t help is the one ruling my life right now.”

“Should I get your pills?” Colby stood, refastening her bra and closing her shirt.

Mace felt like screaming. Not from the pain, but from the hurt on Colby’s face. From the way she was trying to hide it. From having to give up, when he was so close to fucking the hell out of this beautiful woman.

Damn the bastard who shot him. Hopefully he was rotting in hell where Mace had sent him. On a one-way ticket.

He didn’t argue when Colby helped him up the stairs and into his room. He lay on his bed, clenching the comforter, his thigh muscle going into spasms. He wanted to scream every curse in the book, but ground his teeth instead. He was one who didn’t like to lose control of a situation. And he was damned if he was going to let this pain control him.

But he admitted to himself he was relieved when Colby returned with a glass of water. She grabbed the pills from his dresser and, after reading the label, gave him two.

She sat down by his side and waited until the spasms subsided.

A few minutes later, Mace unclenched his jaws enough to thank her.

“Do you need me to help you undress?”

“No. I think you’ve helped me enough,” he snapped. He instantly regretted his tone when she made a little wounded sound. He grabbed her hand, halting her escape. “Colby, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself. I appreciate the help you’ve given me. I would love for you to take my clothes off,”
and see you with your
shirt off again; I would love to suck and lick your breasts, those nipples,
“but not right now. Not in this type of situation. I hope we would both enjoy it a lot more.” Mace still felt like a heel. He didn’t want her to leave him just yet. “Please. Stay with me a little while.” He patted the bed next to him. “Lie next to me.”

Colby looked at him skeptically.

“Come on. I’m harmless right now and it’ll make me feel better.”

“Just for a little while,” she said, carefully lying down next to him. She lay in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest.

This woman felt so right in his arms. She was so warm and soft. Perfect.

His breathing deepened, and before he knew it he was asleep.

———

Mace jerked awake. A heavy weight pressed down on his chest. His hand automatically moved to push it off, but connected with hair. And skin. Warm, smooth skin.

He turned his head toward the alarm clock on the nightstand. 12:15. He wiggled his fingers into the plait of her braid and he heard Colby sigh in her sleep. The room was dark, but he didn’t remember turning off the light. Had she? Had she gotten up and turned it off and still felt comfortable enough with him to cuddle up next to him? She had to have gotten up at some point. Her hair was back in the tight, controlled braid of hers.

Oh, yeah. Her still being in his room meant she was definitely more at ease around him. He didn’t mind the dark. Lose one sense and the others make up for it. He might not be able to see her, but he could feel her and smell her sweet scent.

Her head was settled on his chest, her hot breath going in and out of her parted lips.

It rustled the hairs around his nipple, making it pebble and tighten. Suddenly he was very aware of where the rest of her body was. Her shoulder was tucked under his armpit and her breasts were pushed into his left side. Her lower body was away from his legs, probably to not cause him any further pain in his thigh.

She had one arm draped over his bare waist, her hand resting on his right hip. He reached over and stroked her arm from shoulder to fingertip. He grasped her fingers and slid her palm over his bare lower stomach, letting it settle on the V of hair inversely rising out of his cut-offs. Her fingers twitched in her sleep and he was suddenly very, very hard.

And crooked. He adjusted himself which brought the head of his cock so close to her fingers. So close.

His left arm was draped behind her and he brushed his fingers along the small of her back, dipping them into the gap between her shorts and her skin. He spread his fingers until he brushed the tips along the top of where her ass cheeks met. He was so tempted to stroke along its crevice until he found her tight hole. He would guess it had never been touched by any man. Instead, he traced the skin along the edge of her waistband to the front. To her soft belly. He circled his thumb around her navel. And with the third pass, he stretched the rest of his fingers out. They were long enough to slide between her shorts and panties. His fingertips brushed against the thin elastic band—he wondered if they were pink satin.

Colby shifted, and her breathing quickened. It felt like little puffs of steam crossing his skin; a telltale sign she was awake. Either that or her body thought she was in a really, really good dream. He rolled onto his left hip, gently laying her on her back. He folded her arms over her head onto the pillow. He couldn’t see if her eyes were open, but he drew a thumb along her jaw line and then over her lips. They were parted and he swore he felt her tongue against the pad of his thumb. He dipped his thumb in and … she nipped him. His cock twitched against the tight confines of his boxer briefs. It wanted to come out to play so badly.

Mace drew one hand down her neck and traced her collarbone, one side and then the other before he followed the outer curve of her breast. He used his other hand to pop the top button of his shorts and slide the zipper down. He shoved his underwear out of the way, his fingers sliding over the head of his cock, slippery with pre-come. He fisted the head and pushed hard into his palm, arching his hips off the bed.

He stroked himself; long, slow strokes with his left hand, while using his right hand to continue its course around the curve of her breast. He circled and circled, smaller and smaller, until he was just tracing the edge of her areola through her shirt and bra. He brought his finger and thumb together to pinch the hard center. She gasped and he felt a hand on top of his. She said nothing, and he wasn’t sure if she wanted him to continue or stop. But she pushed his hand, not off, but to her other breast. He squeezed that one too.

Her breath came broken through her lips and she gave a small moan.

One palm stayed on his left hand to encourage while the other found his right hand still stroking the length of his erection. Her fingers felt along his wrist down to his fingertips, and she worked her own underneath his to take over the stroking. Her hand was smaller, so much smaller, but, damn, it felt so good. She circled the head, collecting some pre-come, using it to lubricate the rest of his shaft while she stroked from root to tip.

Without breaking contact, he settled above her, catching her lips, her warm breath, and her gasps as he twisted and plucked her nipples. Their tongues tangled and fought, stroking against each other until they were both gasping for air.

He pushed her shirt and bra up over her breasts, moving down to replace his fingers with his mouth on her exposed nipple. He suckled and nudged and licked until she squirmed. She pulled on his cock harder and faster and more pre-come leaked out, making her fist slick like a tight little pussy. He was losing his mind. The faster she stroked the faster he sucked her nipples. He raked his teeth against the hard tip and felt her body convulse. Her fist squeezed down on his cock so hard, he thought the head would pop off.

With a groan he yanked away from her, quickly going to his knees between her calves. He ripped her cotton shorts and panties down and she kicked them free from one leg and then the other. He shoved his shoulders into the backs of her thighs, pushing them up while spreading them wide, opening her up to him. He wished the light was on; he wanted to see her flushed, plump flesh. Just by feel alone, he could tell she was trimmed, but not shaved; he really wanted to see the fire red hair framing all her goodies.
Next
time,
he promised himself.

She smelled hot and ready, a musky scent which made him want to come right then and there. He pushed the thought out of his head and stretched out between her legs. He was going to enjoy the feast. He ran a finger along her wet slit, up and down, up and down, a little deeper each time until the tip of his finger brushed against her swollen clit.

Her hips jerked. He used an arm to wrap around her thigh and across her hips to keep her in place.

He dived right in; his lips finding her little pleasure button and he plucked at it, sucked at it. His tongue danced along the edge and flicked, making her squirm against him. His ran two fingers over her slick folds, dipped them in quickly before continuing on to her anus. He circled the tight hole with his damp fingers. He so wanted to break that barrier, but it was too soon. He made his way back up and slid them home into her pussy, as deep as he could get them. His lips, tongue and teeth continued to play with her clit.

Somewhere in his foggy mind, he heard her whimpering and crying out. Her fingers dug into his hair, grabbing tightly, causing pain, clenching and unclenching. He moved down and licked the folds of her labia, his fingers driving in and out. Even though he was holding her down, her hips fought against him to match every thrust.

He couldn’t take anymore. His balls were so tight, his cock so hard, it was the most painful pleasure he’d ever experienced. She tugged on his hair, lifting his head up. She grabbed him under the arms trying to lift him over her, but he was too heavy. He gave her clit a last lingering lick, savoring the taste, and rolled away from her, feeling his way in the dark for the nightstand drawer. He located the drawer and soon found what he was looking for within it. He gave a silent thanks to himself for remembering to buy a new box. He ripped open the condom and rolled it down his length.

Mace rolled onto his back, his cock sticking straight out from his body. He didn’t think it had ever been this hard in his life! He felt out in the dark and found Colby’s arm, moving her closer. He reached over, grabbed her waist with both hands and lifted her up and over him. She settled, straddling his thighs, his cock brushing against her wet curls.

She moved forward and rubbed her pussy along the length of him. The warm folds nestled his balls, rode along his cock until she slowed and paused when the head prodded her opening. She raised herself up, wiggling her hips until the crown was lined up perfectly. Just the tip was tucked into her wet heat.

He reached out to touch her breasts. She had finished removing her shirt and bra so they hung unhindered. He palmed the weight of them, pushing them together so the nipples were touching. He snagged both tips and rolled them between his fingers and thumbs.

She collapsed onto him with a moan, burying his cock deep within her. She continued to writhe around him as he twisted and plucked her nipples. She rode him hard, wildly, easing all the way up before slamming herself down, taking every bit of him and clearly wanting more. The harder he pinched, the deeper she ground herself against him.

He released her nipples so he could grab her ass cheeks. His fingers dug in, controlling her movements, slowing her down. He thrust up as she came down. He reached underneath her from behind and could feel the wetness and her folds spread, the delicate skin stretched, engulfing his cock. He ran a finger between the strip of skin between her pussy and her anus and back again. And once more. His finger was wet with her juices and he circled her virgin hole. He was so tempted, so, so tempted. He pressed against the tightness. He fought against the urge because he didn’t want to scare her.

She was riding him frantically, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles. Her inner walls were hot, silky and tight. Shit, he was going to blow his load soon. Colby appeared to be on the edge once again, herself. He stroked her tight rim and felt it relax a bit, before making his move. He slid a finger in and she screamed and convulsed around him, spasming with orgasm. With his finger deep within her ass and his cock even deeper in her cunt, he let go. He came and came and came while her vaginal muscles milked him dry.

As she collapsed, he let her go, tucking her limp body against his. His heart was pounding frantically and his cock was still twitching. He slipped off the condom and wrapped it in a tissue. He’d get rid of it later. He couldn’t move even if he tried. That was un-fucking-believable.

Before losing consciousness, he realized neither of them had spoken a word.

Chapter Five

The sun felt warm on her cheek. Colby wondered why she was sleeping in the park with her dog. Had she just eaten a picnic lunch with her parents and fallen asleep?

Colby opened one eye and was blinded for a second. Her childhood dog was
not
lying next to her. It was Mace. She was in his room, not the park, and was on his bed.

Naked.

She did a body check. It was true. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. There was an equally naked, but hairy, leg thrown over her thigh and a hairy arm across her chest, pinning her to the bed. Worst of all, one hand cupped her breast possessively. She snuck a peek at the owner of the appendages. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he was still asleep, his breath softly escaping his parted lips in a steady rhythm.

She had made a big—no, no, no,
huge
—mistake letting her emotions—or was it her hormones?—get away from her, and sleep with a man she hardly knew. She realized she had only known Mace for three days. Okay, four now. And there was still so much she didn’t know about him.

She had promised herself she wouldn’t get into this type of situation again. Never again.

But here she was…

Dumb, dumb, dumb. She slowly eased out from under his arm. It would be best if they both forgot about last night. She was not prepared to enter another relationship. With this man, or any other.