Torn (The McKerricks Book 1) (15 page)

“
Well… like maybe why you always have your arms covered.”

Her whole body tenses up, and that relaxed look leaves her eyes. Maximum guard.
“Don’t ruin the night by asking about that Angus.”

“
Then something else,” I say trying to recover. “Just something personal. I don’t know a lot about you.” Except what you tell me when you’re asleep and you don’t remember. Except the things you don’t know I know.

“
I…don’t… like men,” her eyes are still guarded so I know this is something important. This is one of those things that she hides.

“
You…” my body is still while I try to contemplate all the meanings of that statement. “You don’t like men? You prefer women?” Christ it would be my fucking luck to fall in love with a lesbian wouldn’t it.

“
No,” she says with a laugh. “I’m not… getting near another womans lady bits. I mean I don’t trust men. They make me nervous.”

“
I… all men?”

“
Yep.”

“
Your doctor?”

“
Carrie.”

“
Your,” I try to think of something that would be related to her work. “Editor?”

“
Tanya,” she replies with a smile.

“
Your OBGYN?”

She gives me a look that says you
’re kidding right? Before she answers. “Liz.”

“
Your therapist? Cause you’re going to need one if you really have that big of a problem with guys.”

She looks down and laughs in an almost self demeaning way before her eyes reconnect with mine.
“Her name’s Nora, we’ve been working on it since I was nineteen.”

“
And uh, where do I fall into this category? Have I gotten past that?”

She smiles in that sad way of hers as she answers,
“the only people I trust more than you are my mom and Nora.”

The words ignite something in me. Henley is mine.
Mine
. She was made for me. Now I just need to prove I can be the man she can trust. The silence builds between us at the weight of the statement goes unanswered. A server brings out dessert. The final course. And it couldn’t have come any sooner. I need to get Henley out of here and show her with my body what I don’t know how to show her with words.

When Henley takes her spoon and dips it into the dessert, I know I
’m golden. This dessert has at least a weeks worth of prep work put into it. Her eyes lock onto mine as she places the first bite in her mouth. She tries her best to keep a straight face, but for someone like Henley who loves desserts, it’s a tall order.

“
That looks a lot like the face you make when you come little author.”

“
Hush,” she practically moans. “What is this?”

“
I don’t know. I told him I didn’t care what he fed us as long as you’re dessert was the best thing you’ve ever eaten.”

“
It is,” she says with a sigh on her lips that is almost like a whisper.

I enjoy just watching her savor the dessert, as I pay for the bill. Even if Henley were to send me home, I would be content. I enjoyed being with her. I enjoyed getting to know her, spending time with her. It is a first for me, enjoying the womans company instead of just her body. Which I plan to enjoy immensely as long as Henley will let me.

I wrap my coat around her shoulders, before we head out into the chill Seattle air. My hand finds hers as we step through the door, and she lets me hold onto her like that.

Micky is waiting outside, and I toss him a scowl.

“What was I supposed to do tell her no? You told me to give her whatever she wanted.”

“
I didn’t say show her your dick!”

Henley laughs as Micky turns a weird shade of scarlet.
“You said you didn’t see anythin’ when the towel slipped.”

“
I lied,” she replies with a pleasant smile.

He just groans and holds the door open for us in silence. I really cant blame him. She
’s too crafty.

I slide into the back of the Bentley after her, and she hums in appreciation, pressing her body close to mine. Micky already knows to take us to a hotel, so I hold Henley close and hope that will sate the hunger growing in my body at least until we can get there.

We don’t speak, and she seems content to stay curled up against me. Luckily when you’re in the middle of Seattle nice hotels aren’t hard to come buy, and it doesn’t take us long to get there. When I help Henley out of the car she looks at the building and breaks out into a grin.

“
Presumptuous of you. What if I say no?”

“
You would say no to a night of sleeping a super luxurious bed in the presidential sweet? I hear they have all you can eat ice cream.” I give her my most innocent face.

“
You know that’s not why we’re here.”

“
You ever hear what they say about assuming?”

With a laugh she puts her arm in mine and we stroll in and right up to the presidential suite. I really booked it for the view. Was I hopeful? Hell yes. Am I still hopeful? You bet your fucking ass I am.

With a laugh Henley trots up to the floor to ceiling windows that circle the entire house. This room doesn’t offer the best view of the bay and the mountains. My condo does that. But it offers an extraordinary view of the city.

I walk up behind her, skimming my hands up her arms and burrowing my face in the crook of her neck. She smells amazing. She looks amazing. Everything about her is amazing to me.

“Do you know why I picked this dress?”

“
Hmm. You like purple?” It’s as good a guess as any.

“
No,” she replies with soft husky laugh. “I picked this particular dress because if you undo that one clasp… the whole thing comes right off.”

I breath out against her skin, and pull her closer putting my lips right against her ear, and my hands right against that said clasp.
“You’re a naughty little thing aren’t you.” The clasp gives a little pop as it comes apart and the dress falls to the floor.

“
Only for you,” the sigh is off her lips as she turns toward me and steps out of the dress.

Henley in nothing but four inch stilettos and lace wraps on her arms is stunning. And I mean nothing. This whole time Henley wasn
’t wearing any panties. I can feel my cock get even harder in my pants at the sight. And against Seattle at night her eyes are practically luminescent. Her lips are parted begging to be kissed. But I’m not ready to give in yet. I just want to look. I want to watch.

“
Henley,” her eyes drag up to mine. The flush in her cheeks is noticeable against her smooth skin. “Touch yourself.”

Her body gives a noticeable start, as color floods her cheeks. I can tell by the wide eyes look in her eyes this is something she doesn
’t normally do. So with a reassuring smile I take her hand in mine, and walk her toward the bedroom. When we step past the bedroom threshold, I can hear hear breath begin hitching faster. Each exhale is like a little pant, and I know she is just as wound up as I am. We are a pair she and I.

I lead her slowly over to the plush bed, and sit her down in the middle of it, letting her back rest propped up against the pillows. My body follows her on, my hand resting at the uncovered curve of her ass. Slowly I let it work against her thigh, and down to the curve of her knee where I hook my hand around it and slowly spread her leg out, leaving her heel resting on the flat of the bed. I do the same with her other leg until she is spread wide for viewing. When she is positioned, I take her hand and run it gently along her collar bone. Her breathing is ragged, and her chest heaves delicately beneath the touch of her hand. I use her hand to trace a slow track to her breasts, swirling the fingers around one breast and then the other. Using her own fingers to pinch at her nipples.

Her eyes are thin slits watching her hand travel across her body. Watching her hands slide against the her silken skin. I use her hand to travel lower, skimming past her pussy to slowly drag at her thighs. She lets out a low whimper when we pass it up, but continues to let me use her body how I want. Slowly I work circles against her thighs as I bring her hand back up. I run her fingers along the outside edge of her pussy, garnering a whimper as she begins to writhe her body against her own touch.

Her head leans back on a groan, as I circle back to the top before plunging her fingers and mine through the slick wet folds of her pussy. The warm wet heat coats both of our fingers, drawing a groan from the both of us.

I draw back before I am unable, leaving her to play with her pussy on her own. I take a few steps away from the bed to grab a chair, position it at the foot of the bed, and just
watch
. My breath hitches in my throat, and my hand moves of its own volition, unbuckling my pants and letting the full hard length of my cock spring free.

Henley lets out a whimper at the sight, and I use my hand to grip and stroke myself in time with the movements of Henley
’s fingers. I groan at the sensation of feeling the tight stroking against my cock and watching Henley gently circle her fingers around her clit. With a soft moan she dips the tips of her fingers further into her pussy, and I can see her juices coating her hand.

I use my fingers to squeeze my cock
’s swollen head, swirling my fingers through my own juices. Using the wetness to stroke the ridge of my cock before, sliding my hands roughly down the underside, and once again taking my cock in a firm grip. The shudder that runs through her body while she watches me do this is almost cataclysmic, as she continues slowly fucking herself with her fingers.

We are both eying each other up like a last meal, and I know I have to take her soon. Before either of us comes. I know if I’m too close to the edge the moment I push into her too tight cunt I’ll be done for, so reluctantly I drag my hand away from my cock and push myself up onto the bed. Her hand stills instantly her eyes watching my slow approach.

The sweet musky scent of her sex practically buckles my knees as I position myself between her thighs. She is lust and sex. A goddess among the world of men. A creature to be worshiped. Every silken inch of her. So that
’s what I do. I worship her.  I worship her with each pass of my hands against her skin, with each drag of my fingers against her flesh, and eventually I am positioned over her our lips a breath away. This close I can see the want in her eyes. The fierce need that mirrors my own, but instead of taking charge she waits for me to guide her. She trusts me to guide her to the pleasure we both seek. She is leaps and bounds from the woman I fucked in a bistro scarcely two months ago.

With a final sigh, I close the gap between our lips, mine brushing gently against hers setting the pace for a slow easy kiss. She complies, letting her lips move gently against my own. They are soft, plump, and taste of the chocolate dessert. With the taste of her on my tongue, and the musky sexual scent of her in the air I can
’t stay gentle for long. My tongue begs entrance into the sweet cavern of her mouth even as my hands clamp tightly around her arms pinning her to the bed beneath me. Her tongue wars with mine, sending fire through my body, every muscle tightening begging to get on with it. 

My hips buck gently, rubbing my cock along her inner thigh, eliciting a moan from the both of us. The slick wet juice from her pussy has dripped onto  her inner thigh, and each thrust drags my throbbing cock through it soaking the skin.  My lips move from hers, and she tilts her head giving me greater access to the nape of her neck, as I use my tongue against her skin. With each lick she shivers under my touch, and by the time I make it to her collar bone I
’ve even been able to elicit a few soft whimpers.

My lips travel further down, my tongue sliding a slick trail across her sweet flavored skin, as I slowly kiss and suck my way around the outside of one breast before doing the same to the other.  She moans and writhes against me, trying to force her pebbled nipple closer to my mouth, and with a soft chuckle against her skin I consent. I aim to please after all.

So when her nipple is close enough, I lock my blue eyes on her lust darkened green ones and let my tongue flick out once against the puckered skin. The gasp alone that whispers out between her lips would have been enough of a reward for me. To know that she felt me. To know that I am the one that affects her so. But to my body? One lick would never be enough. So with a growl I pull the whole of her puckered nipple into my mouth, my tongue laving against the swollen surface. I can tell the electricity of my touch goes straight to her core, by the way she begins bucking her hips, sliding her wet cunt closer and closer to my cock with ever thrust.  I feel it too. To the point that I’m practically fucking her inner thighs, the tip of my cock rubbing along the wet folds of her pussy. I can feel it popping against her clit and every time it hits, her body gives a tight jerk against me.

She whimpers against me, but I want her to beg. Maybe it
’s a sick sadistic part of me, but I want her to beg me for it. So I pull back, and blow against her saliva slicked nipples, and that whimper turns into a wanton cry. My name is a whisper on her lips, and I know she is close. It’s not ‘Angus’ she murmurs over and over like a mantra. It’s Connor.