Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) (20 page)

“Mary.” Alex was once again at a loss for words.

“I have moved past all of that, and am now stronger
because of it. Even though it took a lot of tears, I did it on my own.” The
waiter came by to check on them, breaking up the melancholy that filled the
space between them. When he left them alone once again she said, “So, have I
scared you off yet?” He loved that she was looking for humor in a situation
that clearly cut her deep.

“No.” He shook his head and reached out for her hand
again. “You could never scare me off.” Being with Mary was so different from anything
he had ever done, and what he felt for her was like nothing that he had ever
experienced before. There was no doubt he would not be the same with her in his
life, not anymore. His pulse increased, beads of sweat dotted his temples, and
he knew that there was no walking away. He wanted her now, and he would always
want her, no matter what. He was falling hard for this girl, and he wasn’t
about to stop it from happening.

For a moment a plethora of emotion passed across her
face, and he wondered if she had seen how much he wanted her, but it was gone
as quickly as it had become visible. “I’m adopted, and growing up with Margo
was hell in itself.”

“Margo?” He liked that she was sharing all of this
with him, and liked that she trusted him.

“My sister.
The one getting married next weekend.
She’s two years older
than me, and even though I was adopted as an infant and we grew up together, I
never felt like I belonged. I’m not the stuffy, rich type like my family and
the people they associate with.”

Alex had never wanted to hit a girl, but hearing
that Mary’s sister had made her feel like that had a new kind of anger
surfacing. In his mind, he’d just beat the shit out her ex twice. She placed
her hand on her chest and stared directly into his eyes.

“I don’t mean to dump so much information on you, or
make you look at me any differently, because I like the way you look at me,
like I’m the only girl you’ve ever seen.”

God, she was tearing him up inside, and he didn’t
know what to say to wash that almost hopeless expression off her face, the one
that had been brought up as she gave a piece of herself to him.

“Mary.” She had once again averted her gaze from his,
but he wanted those beautiful blue eyes looking right at him. When she did just
that he said, “When it comes to you, there isn’t any other female that I want.”
His expression was hard, serious. “You’re it for me, Mary.”

Chapter
Fifteen

Alex couldn’t keep his hands off of her, but that
was okay, because she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. After they left the
restaurant all Mary could think about was being with him in the most elemental
of senses. To hear Alex Sheppard tell her there was no other for him had
everything else fading away, had her heart pounding like a drum in her chest,
and had a sense of euphoria washing through her all at the same time. He must
have seen what she wanted in her eyes because all other conversation ceased, he
paid the bill, took her hand, and got back to his place faster than she knew
was legal.

She had told him so much about herself, things she
had never uttered to another person. Her fears when she was younger, the way
Lance made her feel, hell, what he had done, all of it had been something she
kept deep down inside of her, afraid to reveal it to another living person. He
had let her talk, didn’t judge her with looks or words, and never made her feel
embarrassed or regretful opening up to him.

“You smell so good, Mary. Taste so fucking good.” He
took possession of her mouth again, dragging his tongue along hers, and causing
so many sensations to pass through her body that left her confused. Here they
were, in the cab of his truck in his driveway making out like high school
teenagers. It was exhilarating. The lights were off in his house, and the fact
he told her no one would be home for hours had her wanting out of this truck
and in his bed now.

“Alex.”

He continued to kiss her, and then moved his mouth
down her neck to lick at her pulse that beat frantically right below her ear.

“Can we possibly finish this inside, on your bed?”
He groaned, and she grinned. She had already sent Darcy a text saying she wouldn’t
be home tonight, and the response she got back was two crude designs made from
numbers and symbols of a penis and vagina.

“Say that again.” He cupped her breast, and she let
her head fall back against the headrest.

“Say what?” Her words were short and breathy because
what he was doing to her body should have been illegal.

He was doing wicked things to her nipple with his
forefinger and thumb. He tweaked the tip, rubbed it between his fingers, and
had the blood rushing to the surface.

“Tell me you want to be on my bed.” He gently bit
her neck, and a sigh of pleasure left her. It felt so good, he felt so good,
and he knew just the right place to touch her that lit her up faster than
pouring gasoline on an open fire.

“I want to take this upstairs to your room, where we
can lie on your bed … naked.” She added the last part as a little tease,
because if he could torture her with his hands and mouth, then she would do it
with words.

“What you do to me.” He didn’t phrase it as a
question, but at least he moved away from her so she could suck in a much
needed lungful of air. In quick moves he was out of the truck, moved around the
front and had her out and in his arms on seconds later. After a prolonged kiss,
one where he had pressed her against the truck, cupped her pussy, had had her
so wet she had actually ground herself on his hand to relieve the ache, they
had quickly made their way inside an up to his room. A streetlight across the
street came through the single window in his room and washed the room in a
muted yellowish glow. They looked at each other for only a suspended moment
before they clashed together, hands tearing at each other’s clothes, mouths pressing
together in bruising force, and sexual sounds emitting from both of them.

Once both of them were nude Alex stepped fully
against her, his hardness to her softness. There wasn’t a part of him that
wasn’t tone, ripped, and defined. He was wholly male, and she had never felt
more controlled than she did when he touched her. A low rumble left him, and he
flattened his tongue at the base of her throat and dragged it up slowly. She
let her head fall back, closed her eyes, and didn’t focus on anything except how
he made her feel.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Mary. This
isn’t a quick fuck against the lockers at Frost.” His voice was scratchy and
vibrated against her neck. He cupped one bared breast, rolled the nipple
between thumb and index finger, and moved to the next. He did this repeatedly
while continuing to drag his tongue up and down her throat, like he was some
kind of animal and marking her so there was no mistaking who she belonged to.
It was a heady sensation, one that made her feel owned in the best kind of way.

He wrapped his huge arms around her, ground his
erection into her belly, and then turned them so the bed hit the back of her
legs. He used his upper body to push her back, and when the mattress greeted
her he claimed her mouth once more. Spreading her legs so he could settle his
lean hips between them, she felt the air leave her when all of his weight
pressed her into the bed. After he kissed the shit out of her he placed his
hands on either side of her head, and pushed himself up so his upper body no
longer touched hers. Mary felt caged by him, by his strength and muscles, and
by the sheer determination that she saw on his face. He reminded her of some
wild animal, about to claim his prey … and she was that prey. He stared down
her, and with a touch far gentler than she thought he could give her at this
moment, moved his finger between her breasts. Up and down he did this, causing
her flesh to pucker from the sensation. He never took his eyes from her, not
even when her chest rose with so much force she grew lightheaded form lack of
oxygen
..
He trailed his finger lower, and as he held
her gaze with his own, all she could do was
wait
with
bated breath until he touched the part of her body that ached the most for him.
When he reached her belly button Alex moved the digit around it in a slow circle,
and then continued lower until he reached the top of her mound.

“I want to taste you here, Mary.” He twisted his
hand so he could cup her pussy, and a startled gasp left her when he pushed his
middle finger into her body. “Will you let me?” Lowering his head so their
faces were nearly touching he said, “I
need
to lick your pussy, Mary. I want to drag my tongue through your cunt until you
come all over my face.” Alex was vulgar in his description, but instead of
turning
her
off it made her want him more. He slowly
started to pump his finger in and out of her pussy, and pressed the heel of his
hand on her clit at the same time. The dual sensations were explosive, and she
gripped his bulging biceps and dug her nails into his arms. He hissed out,
“That’s it, baby. Fucking dig your nails into me, make me realize I’m not
dreaming this up.”

“God, Alex.” No man had ever eaten her out before,
and the thought of Alex sucking and licking at her had moisture seeping out of
her, making Alex’s finger thrusting slick with her need. She was burning alive,
and there was no escape. “I want you to.”

He didn’t respond, just trailed his lips down her
body and stopped when he got between her thighs. His warm breath brushed along
her cleft, and even though she should have felt some semblance of
self-consciousness that his face was so close to
that
part of her, the only thing that consumed her was unrestrained
desire.

“
Ohhh
.”
Neck
arching, nails digging even further into his strong
arms,
and her breath leaving her violently, Mary stared at the ceiling when Alex ran
the tip of his tongue along the opening of her body. He then moved it up her
slit, circled her clit until she was thrashing her head back and forth, and
dragged it back down to her opening where he slowly penetrated her.

“Fuck, I knew you’d taste like this.” He took his
thumbs, pulled her lips apart and started to devour her pussy with rapid, long
licks, and powerful suctioning to her clit. His grunts fuelled her desire and
sent shocks of vibrations to her core. She was close to coming, and he hadn’t
penetrated her, not really, not with the part of his body that she absolutely
craved. Tensing and holding off because she didn’t want this to end, Mary let
of a string of short pants in the process. “Don’t fight it, Mary. I want you to
come so fucking badly.”

It was those erotic, dirty words that were her
undoing. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she tugged on the short, silky strands
as her climax tore through her. Alex never once stopped licking her, and in
fact added another thick finger inside of her right at the peak of her
pleasure. It was intense, mind numbing, and something that she had certainly
been missing.

When the tremors left her and she lay there sucking
in air, Alex slipped his fingers from her still clenching pussy, moved up her
body, and kissed her. His tongue tangled with hers, and the flavor of her,
mixed with everything that was Alex invaded her taste buds. “You’ll let me do
that again sometime, baby?”

“God, yes.”
He
chuckled and kissed her soundly, and she wasn’t quite so bashful at the fact
she had all but purred those two words. His erection was a living entity
between her thighs, hot and hard. They looked at each other for a moment before
he moved away from her, grabbed a condom from his bedside table, and rolled it
down his shaft. She looked at his nightstand, hating the fact she was thinking
the thoughts that were going through her head at the moment. Firm fingers
gripped her chin, and Alex turned her head so she was looking at him.

“I have never had another girl in my room. You are
the first and only female on my bed, and I plan on keeping it that way.” Of
course he would know what she was thinking, because Mary was quickly realizing
that she couldn’t hide anything form Alex. Whether that was a good or bad thing
was still left to be decided.
“Yeah, Mary?”
She
trusted him more than she trusted anyone before, and that comforted her but
scared her all at the same time.

“Yeah.”
He
looked pleased, and she also saw a hint of relief. He smoothed his fingers over
her cheek, as if memorizing her. He took his other hand and moved it between
their bodies, positioning
himself
at her entrance. At
the feel of the thick head of his shaft breaching her opening, she didn’t hold
back the groan of satisfaction.

“Wrap your legs around me, Mary.” She did what he
wanted and crossed her feet against his lower back.
 
A grunt left him when her moving around,
trying to get into position, had another inch being pushed inside of her. He
didn’t tease her this time, just slowly pushed every bit of his cock into her. A
mask of ecstasy washed over his face when he bottomed out inside of her. “It
feels so good, Mary. You’ll never know how good you feel to me.” He pressed his
face into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply.