Devil's Despair Box Set: Books 1-3 (46 page)

“I get it. She’s like a kid sister to him. I would’ve loved having that when I was growing up. I probably would’ve made fewer mistakes.”

“Mistakes?” he asks with pointed anticipation.

“Nothing perverse; don’t get excited.” Turning around to look at the door, I nod toward it. “Are you going to head out?”

“I wasn’t going to, no.”

“No?”

Walking toward me, he stops short of contact, moves my loose hair off my shoulders to my back and wraps his warm hand around the nape of my neck. “We’re going to finish what
you
started.”

“Travis just went to bed.” I state the obvious, not at all confused by his intent. “And the music would wake him if he’s already sleeping.”

“Not the dance.”

“Right.”

“Were you serious or were you flirting?” he asks me with anticipation.

“I don’t know.”

“Serious or flirting.” He repeats the same words, this time voicing with demand.

“Serious,” I blurt, not taking time to filter.

My heart beats wildly in my chest as I lean my body into his, waiting for him to do or say something. My confusing and uncertain thoughts surrender when his mouth comes down and takes mine. His tongue is warm when it pushes against my lips, and my mouth falls open in response. His hands grasp my back and I feel him through his jeans when he does what he did on the dance floor; his hips grind into me with a heavy thrust.

His frenzied assault on my mouth stops only long enough to grab my thigh, pulling up and pushing himself deeper into me. My skirt is split, pushed nearly over my waist and I’m shamelessly enjoying the feeling of his hard cock against my sex. His mouth on my neck sucks at the skin behind my ear.

He’s tasting me.

“I’m going to Hell for thinking what I’m thinking about you right now,” he whispers with a jagged breath.

Naïveté and alcohol has me pausing to ask, “What are you thinking?”

I know his words, the way he says them with meaning when talking about dirty-minded sex. So I’m not at all shocked when he informs me, “I’m going to taste you.” His hand slides down the thigh I’ve still got wrapped around him and his fingers play with my panty line slowly, teasing back and forth. “I’m going to taste you.
Then
you’re going to say my name when I fuck you.
Then,
finally
,
you’re going to be all out of jokes, Lacey.”

“Oh, God.” My eyes roll back in my head as he dips his head lower, biting my hardened nipple through my thin shirt and working his way down. In order to accommodate him, I drop my thigh and he uses it as an opportunity to move his hands to the top of my panties and pull them down enough for his thumb to find purchase on my aching clit.

I stand on my tiptoes to help, but he braces his face in my chest while sliding his finger inside me. “Fuck me, you’re tight,” he says between pants. “And wet.”

“Hayden.” His name on my lips echoes between us, said in a type of plea but more so giving him permission to continue.

“Say my name again, and don’t fucking move. Let me feel you, Lacey.”

At his words, my insides grasp him. He groans again while getting on his knees in front of me. Panic of several degrees has me start a negotiation of sorts. Looking down on that beautiful face, I watch him look at me while moving my skirt up further with the hand not inside me.

“Travis is in the other room,” I gasp, trying to get his attention, but I’m ignored. “Hayden,” I say louder on a whisper.

Ignoring my attempts to stop this, Hayden’s mouth moves on top of my sex and he bites the sensitive flesh under the barrier of linen holding us hostage from ultimate contact. “That’s right,” he breathes. “’Hayden.’ Keep saying my name.”

Pulling my panties down over my thighs and around my high-heeled shoes, he throws them to the side without looking at me or hesitating. Moving my thigh up over his shoulder, his tongue darts out and makes contact with my clit. My head hits the back of the wall and my leg reacts, holding his body forcibly into mine. Grabbing my other leg, he puts it over his other shoulder and then the sexual assault goes full-force like a perfect storm. His tongue dips inside me and moves. My senses are on overload and I’m about to come.

“Hayden, I’m close.”

He doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t stop. He continues between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of my body, spiraling me into climax. My legs lock around his head as the wall holds me in place. I’m moaning loud enough that Travis may hear me from out here.

Once the orgasm hits, I’m bracing myself against his mouth, pulling his hair roughly and gasping for breath. “Hay . . .” I can’t finish. My eyes close as I let myself enjoy the warmth of his mouth as he takes in all of me, openly accepting what he’s caused.

After I’ve finished, Hayden gently drops my legs and slowly stands before me, securing eye contact. My body is limp and unmoving; my legs feel languid and relaxed.

“I’ve never . . .” I start to say the words, but stop. I’m breathless.

“You’re fucking perfect.” His voice is strained and hungry.

I don’t say anything before I reach for his shirt and pull him toward me. Tasting myself in his mouth, I keep his tongue busy while my hands shake in search for the button of his jeans. Moments after an epic climax, I’m readying for another.

Reaching into his back pocket, he stops my attempt. “Hold on. Condom.”

I nod while waiting patiently for him to pull it out of his wallet. He holds the condom in his teeth while dropping the wallet to the floor beside us. Unzipping his jeans quickly, I watch him pull his cock out and his hand glides over the shaft in frenzy to free it.

Opening the packet, he hands the condom to me and I take it, reaching down and sliding it on. Before I’m even sure if it’s secure, Hayden lifts my body and bites my neck at the same time he slides into me.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Lacey.”

“Shhh,” I say, trying to lower his voice. He’s seated into me entirely, both of us completely dressed except for our connection. “Go,” I say, tugging on the back of his shirt.

“This won’t be gentle. Brace for it.”

“Braced,” I whisper, grasping him from inside.

I wasn’t ready. The man knows exactly what he’s doing and how to get a woman to her end within seconds. He’s thrusting so hard my back climbs the wall with each pound.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”

“Floor.” It’s a desperate demand, but it’s all I can say.

Lifting me from the wall, he gently disconnects us and puts me on my feet. He grabs a pillow from the couch and pushes me back to get me where he wants me. We’re still dressed but his hurried movements don’t offer time to remove our clothes.

Coming down over my body, his hand grabs the back of my knee and pushes it into my chest for a deeper penetration than was just granted against the wall. I moan with satisfaction as I feel him seat himself further into me.

“Let me on top,” I mumble, unsure who’s listening. His heavy pants continue as he releases my thigh and grabs my arms to free himself from my hold.

“Not yet.” He laces his fingers in mine, giving me the full weight of his body, and lifts them over my head. “I thought you
tasted
good, but you
feel
fucking amazing.”

“So do you,” I return, sucking his neck and letting the taste of his skin ignite me further. My hips move in time with his, causing his thrusts to become harder and more hurried and desperate.

After only a few more thrusts in this position, my body is on fire. His dirty talk in my ear continues and becomes my final sated end. I start to shout his name but he catches my intent and holds me to him by one thigh as his other hand covers my mouth. When he stills in me and releases himself, I settle quietly. He releases my mouth when he’s finished and looks down at me from above.

The moonlight from outside shines on his face and neck, allowing me to take in his smile. “Fuck, Lace,” he says, panting heavily. “That felt good.”

“Yes. It did.”

“That was with clothes on. Unsure I would’ve lasted that long if you’d have been naked.”

Sliding out of me, he reaches for the condom, ties its end, and places it in the pocket of his jeans. He stands and offers his hand to pull me up. I take it and adjust my skirt as soon as I can.

“You okay?” he asks, adjusting his own shirt and pants.

I reply while wiping myself off my face, which I would normally find crude and without humor, but not right now. “Yeah, I was just thinking about that first kiss the other day.”

“More jokes?” he states in challenge. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Hayden. I’m fine. You weren’t my first time.”

“Sure as fuck felt it. How long has it been? My fucking back hurts from your heels digging in.”

“Don’t be crass! It’s been a while,” I admit.

He looks down at the floor and for the first time I see a shadow of vulnerability seep through. “Honest to God, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“It’s all right. I’m a big girl, ya know.”

“You’re not going to screech at me like a crazy woman or call us a couple now, are you?”

“Oh, God, no.”

His
nervousness is making
me
nervous. He’s running his hands through his hair forcefully while looking to me, then the door. “You can go, Hayden. I’m going to bed.”

“I just . . .”

“What?”

Walking to me softly, he kisses the crown of my head, making it the only contact he allows. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Put your number in my phone.”

Taking the phone from his outstretched hand, I quickly put my number in—with sarcasm included, then text myself so I have his. “Okay, done.”

“Done.” He nods and opens the door but stops before walking through it.

I won’t allow him to ruin this. We had a good time and I still have the taste of his skin on my lips. “Go home, you shameless flirt. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He smiles before walking out the door, leaving me alone in Trav’s living room with the visual mess I’m reliving against that wall and the floor.

I may have just fucked up, but holy Hell, my body ached for that release.

CHAPTER NINE

Hayden

I’M AN IDIOT. Of epic proportion. This isn’t the first time I’ve thought this to myself. Trav’s sister is off-limits, a no-go, and I, of course, went there.

All day I kept my tempting thoughts at bay. I buried them under the mindless errands and shopping we had to do for Rae’s party. I disregarded her almost completely, searching for ways to forget the attraction I feel toward her. It wasn’t fair to her; I acted like a moody ass.

I’m an idiot.

Fuck.

When she walked into the hallway before we headed out, wearing what she was tonight, I felt my cock tighten by her appearance alone. The familiarity of just being around her as I held her for those two minutes on the dance floor, the drive home with her at my side, watching her stick up for Sarah as I wanted to, and the way she was looking at me with resolution when I pulled her into me—I reacted in the same manner my friends fucking hate. I had made up my mind; I was going to fuck her.

And I did.

Women don’t say my name. I don’t push it because usually I forget theirs anyway. I don’t need reassurance from them to know who’s fucking them because an hour later, I don’t give a shit if they remember who it was who did.

The sound of Lacey’s voice saying my name while I had my hands on her, rings in my ears as I walk up my driveway. The taste of her on my tongue while remembering how it felt to lick her core still thrives, and the feel of her under my fingertips as I grasped her body into mine is causing my briefly sated state to wane.

I want to be with her again. This is new and sure as fuck unsettling.

“You’re back.” Jenna’s voice sitting on my darkened porch tosses cold water on whatever peaceful rest I could’ve had tonight after leaving Lacey.

“What are you doing out here?” Checking my phone, I see it’s past one in the morning.

“Can I come in? I don’t want to go home.”

“I was heading to bed, and I’m not really in the mood.”

“Not in the mood? That’s a change,” she says, standing up and walking closer to me. When her hands reach to touch my chest, I step back.

“Nothing personal. I . . .”

Her face lightens in the shadow of the porch light and she smiles sweetly. Jenna and I have a fair relationship, each understanding we’re not each other’s only option to fuck.

“Oh,” she says, still smiling. “Got it.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here waiting.”

“Nothing else to do, I guess. Can I come in for a few minutes? Marti’s entertaining a guest so I’m avoiding having to go home.”

Her roommate, Marti, is a tool, so I can’t imagine she’d have much company if she were home alone or not. Many times in the past Jenna has stayed at my house to avoid her roommate.

“Sure. It’s late. You can stay here.”

Jenna winks as we enter the house. “I knew you’d change your mind.”

“I didn’t,” I tell her calmly, in no way wanting to replace the memory of Lacey with her.

“Where were you earlier?”

“Trav’s.” She doesn’t need to know the play-by-play of the evening.

“I’m going to change. Are you sure you don’t mind me staying?”

“It’s no problem. I’ll take the couch.”

“The couch?” Understandably, she’s not used to this arrangement.

“Yeah. I’m
really
not in the mood.”

“O-okay,” she stutters but walks to my room to grab whatever she can sleep in. We’ve done this several times before; she and I both know the routine.

After getting myself a shot of whiskey, I pull out my phone as soon as I hear the text come across.

Seduce Me 01:48 a.m.
What are you doing?

Seduce me?
Lacey’s sense of humor doesn’t wane after sex, I see.

01:49 a.m.
Seduce me? Cute, Lace. Nothing. I’m about to fix your name in my phone, though.

Seduce Me 01:49 a.m.
To what? I thought it was fitting.

01:50 a.m.
Sex kitten.

Seduce Me 01:50 a.m.
Is this you flirting?

01:51 a.m.
Nope. It’s me remembering. I can still taste you.