Crushed (Rushed #2) (21 page)

Jealousy is a wicked, cruel beast. I'd seen him looking at Alexis and gone completely green. I had to convince myself I was more attractive than Alexis. That he could want me for me. I would
make
him want me for me.

And bring this damn period on. No more pregnancy scare. No more fears about what I would do. About being irrevocably linked to him forever. Dak out of my system. Good for all.

I took his hand. "What are you waiting for?"

"Is that a come-on?" His eyes were round and dark. He was already turned on.

I glanced at the bulge in his pants. "Keep talking and I'll lose the mood."

He took my hand and led me to his room. Neither of us spoke as he locked the door.

I kicked off my shoes and shed my coat. He did the same and took a step into me.
 

I wanted him. Wanted him so badly. He put his hand at the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. I opened my mouth to him and reveled in the taste of him as I ran my tongue over his lips until he shivered.

He grew tired of my teasing and pulled me hard against him, holding my lips to his with bruising passion as he ground his boner against me. Kissing wasn't supposed to be part of the equation. Kissing was too personal. Kissing him, I wanted more from him than just sex. I broke free and unzipped his jeans.
 

I let him pull my blouse off over my head and helped him shed his shirt. He tossed it onto the pile my clothes were making on the floor.

"Shit, you're beautiful." He kissed the tops of my breasts.

I was too impatient for a slow seduction. I needed things fast and hard. Impersonal. I unfastened the front hook of my bra and slid it off over my arms, standing before him and giving him a good look.

His eyes became even darker and rounder. I watched the gentle rhythm of his chest rising and falling, running my fingers over his chest. I sucked his nipples until he gasped and unzipped my jeans. I pulled back and shimmied out of them, letting him watch my breasts bounce. Bouncing them for his sake.

"Get out of those boxers." I tried to distance myself from the emotions that could break me.
 

He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. "Get out of those thong panties."

"Why? Too much of an impediment for a big guy like you?" I liked taunting him.
 

He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his big, hard boner, sliding a finger beneath the waistband of the panties and inside of me. "You're already wet."

"I've been wet since the car." I squeezed his finger.

"Fuck." His breathing was shallow. He pulled his finger out and my panties down.

I kicked them aside.

He pulled me into him and took a step back toward his bed. I read his intention—he wanted me on top.

"No." I shook my head.

"No? Now?" He looked incredulous.
 

Whatever Dak was, he wasn't a rapist. No meant no. I knew I could trust him that way. "Save the story about how much pain you'll be in if we don't finish." I gave him a seductive smile. "I'm not saying no to sex. I'm saying no to that way of having sex." I grabbed a pillow from the bed and tossed it on the floor. "We do this my way."
 

I ran my fingers along his jaw line, wanting him. Wanting his love. If I couldn't have that, I was going to give him something to remember. His body would always want mine.

I ran my fingers down his body as I bent to suck his dick. Guys didn't need blowjobs, but they sure made them happy. I grabbed his butt and licked his dick like a big, pulsing ice cream cone. I sucked and licked until he moaned. I teased him to the edge. "Don't you dare come. I'm going to let you have me like no guy ever has."

I pulled away, stood, and turned my back to him as I went down on all four on the floor.

"What—"

"Run with me." I put my head on the pillow. "Come closer. Back up behind me and hold still. Let me do the work for now. Your turn is coming." I laughed at the double meaning as I went up in a partial headstand and walked my legs up until they were around his waist.

"We're having a naked wheelbarrow race?" His voice was ragged. "Should I grab your ankles?"

"No." I bit my lip and swallowed hard, concentrating, squeezing him between my legs. I rested my arms next to my head on the pillow and positioned myself over his dick. "Grab my hips and hang on."

"Naked hot yoga?" He grabbed my hips.

"Stop talking." I rubbed his dick between my legs, positioning him as I curled my legs against his chest, my head still on the floor on the pillow. This was an impersonal position, but erotic. Which was exactly what I wanted. No eye contact. No face-to-face. Just sex. This position was supposed to hit my G-spot and give me the climax of my life.

His hands were hot on my hips. I was totally wet for him. I took a deep breath and slid him inside me.
 

He swore beneath his breath.
 

I gently moved my hips. "What are you waiting for, QB? Fuck my brains out."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He pounded into me so deeply my G-spot went wild. I rode him, upside down with my head on the pillow, letting him ram into me again and again.

Sex in this position shouldn't have been easy. Our rhythm should have been off and taken time to find. But it wasn't. Our timing was perfect. We moved like we belonged together. Almost like we were one. As the blood rushed to my head, every part of me tingled.

Wave after wave of pleasure built with each thrust. The rush was a total high. My arms went shaky. My head pounded into the pillow. Just when I thought I couldn't take another thrust without climaxing, the biggest orgasm of my life crashed over me. I moaned and called out his name. "Dak, Dak, Dak!"

"Morgan!"
 

I swear I felt him ejaculate into me.
 

I rested my head on the pillow, my arms shaking. My heart breaking. My resolve leaving. My body sated in a way it never had been.

He pulled out. I slid my legs down him and rested on the floor, curled over my legs, arms outstretched, trying to catch my breath and my sense of reason.
 

"Wow!" He sounded stunned.

I thought he would leave me there. I pictured him flopping back on the bed behind him. Instead, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed.
 

He set me down gently, like a true lover, and lay down beside me, cradling me in his arms. "I have never had such an earth-shaking orgasm before. That was…indescribable."

I felt myself breaking. I couldn't look at him.

He brushed my hair back out of my eyes. "Is that a bruise on your forehead?"

"Is it?" My voice was shaky, like the rest of me.
 

"Could be a floor burn." He kissed it gently. "How will we ever explain this?"

How could we explain anything? I tried not to look at him. He was being too tender. Too lover-like. Part of me wanted him to put on his pants and act like a hookup, impatient for me to go. Part of me was begging him to love me.

He looked me in the eye. "I love you." His voice was husky. He looked almost as surprised by what he'd said as I was.

I covered my face with my hands and started to cry. "It's too much."

He pulled me against his chest and held me tight, with his hands cradling my head. "I'm overwhelmed, too. It will be all right."

It would. Once my period started.
 

I love you.
That was what all guys said after hot sex. It was only code for
thank you
. I knew that. But I hoped…
 

Hope was a terrible bitch.

Chapter Fifteen

Dakota

I held Morgan until she stopped crying. What the fuck had I said to upset her? I love you? Yeah, said after mind-blowing sex, it sounded like total BS. But I meant it. I was as surprised as she was. In that moment, anyway, I meant it. Would it last? The thought scared the shit out of me. Morgan was the one girl who could break my heart. I'd already let her get too close.

I stroked her hair and held her. I was ready to go again. And it was blatantly obvious. Holding a naked girl as hot as Morgan, I would have to have been dead not to get another boner. I couldn't get the sight of her hips and her toned back out of my mind. Or the way she felt when I entered her. Or the way she'd rocked me to my core. But I also felt tender and protective of her.

She stopped crying. I brushed her lips with a gentle kiss. She gave me a sad smile and disentangled herself from me.
 

She glanced at my dick and away again just as quickly as she sat up. "I have to go."
 

I grabbed her arm as she slid off the bed. "Stay."

She shook her head, shook off my arm, and stood up to look around for her clothes.

"Finding your panties—ten points." My dick still hadn't realized it wasn't getting a second shot at her.
 

She made a distracted noise as she put her bra on, totally missing my humor.
 

I slid off the bed and grabbed my boxers and jeans. "I'll walk you home."

She'd found her jeans and was slipping into them. She shook her head. "No, that's okay. I'll be fine."

"Drive you, then?" I teased. I wanted her to stay.

"Don't you dare!" She pointed her finger at me, and her voice was fierce, like she didn't see I was kidding. Her eyes were moist again. "That's what got us into this in the first place. I broke my no-hookup rule…never mind."

I grabbed her hand and kissed her finger with the lightest of kisses, trying to ignore the barb about hooking up. I sure as hell didn't see it that way. But I knew she was right. I wasn't ready for a relationship with her. "I'd get behind the wheel again if it would get me laid like that again."
 

"Don't press your luck." She slid her blouse on and bent to pick up a shoe.
 

I grabbed my socks and sat to put them on as she slid her second shoe on and grabbed her coat.

"See you around." She blew me a kiss and raced out the door before I could stop her.

I thought about going after her, but what was I going to say? So I let her go, wondering if I'd just had a pity fuck. Wondering if she'd been imagining I was Zach. Wondering if I was ever going to get over that.

You had your one fuck, buddy
, I told myself.
She's out of your system now.

But I lied. I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was in my blood now. I couldn't get her out. I was a weak guy. But I'd be damned if I texted or called her. She clearly didn't want me.

Morgan

Dakota didn't call or text or send me a smoke signal. Not like I thought he would. That was the way of hookups. I knew that. I had been a convenient lay to forget Alexis. Just like the time before. Nothing more.
 

But my heart broke all the same. Somewhere along the way, I had been falling in love with him.
 

Of course, I'd used him, too. But it, and all the vitamin C, hadn't worked. I felt better, though. Except for being desperately period-less, I felt normal. All those male hormones in Dak's cum had apparently cured me. The nausea disappeared. I had energy again.
 

By Tuesday morning I had convinced myself I wasn't pregnant. I'd imagined it. If my period didn't start by Thanksgiving, I would see my doctor. I mean, if I was preggo, wouldn't I still feel crappy? I wasn't far enough in to feel better.

I needed to think. I needed coffee and the buzz of disinterested people around me. I needed to get out of the house and study where my brain could fly. I went to The College Grind, ordered a pumpkin-spice latte, and found a table as far out of the draft of the door as I could. Which is to say, a cold breeze blew in every time the door opened. There was no safe spot.

I hung my coat on the back of my chair and took out my laptop. I was quickly in the zone, deep into working on a paper. In that mode, I shut the rest of the world out. Someone could call my name and I wouldn't hear it. I ignored the cold blasts that clutched their way to my small corner of the coffee shop.