Unworthy Heart: The Donnellys, Book 1 (10 page)

Chapter Fifteen

Maiya rinsed their mugs in the sink and then loaded them in the dishwasher. Ryan seemed to be taking a while so she wandered around the lower level of his home. Now, she noticed the things she hadn’t seen when she’d first gotten there. A pair of kid’s sneakers by the front door. A random toy or three lingered in each room, and crayon-colored pictures hung on the fridge door.

There was only one baby picture in the formal living room—a young, red-haired woman holding a child. She was smiling. Was this Jacob’s mother? Maiya took it into her hands and stared at the image. It didn’t escape her notice that she resembled the woman in the picture. She’d give that more thought later.

Maybe it wasn’t the mother, but Maiya could see from the picture she had the same green eyes Jacob had. It had to be her. Damn, she was pretty too. A pang of jealousy rose in Maiya’s gut. Before she could give the nasty emotion any thought, Ryan entered the living room behind her. She set the picture back in its place and turned to face him.

He glanced at the picture. “Her name was Tammy.”

“Was?”

“She died about a year ago.”

“Oh, wow.” She covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry, Ryan.”

“Some days, I am too.” He shrugged. “Some days, I’m just glad Jacob is safe.”

The comment caught her off guard. She was afraid to even ask what he meant—wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

They faced each other in the dim room and silence settled around them, until finally he spoke. “I’m sorry I left last night.” He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

She placed one hand on his chest. “Why did you?”

“Many reasons, but the biggest is asleep upstairs.” He looked away and took a breath. “I need to make sure his life is stable. You understand, right?” He rubbed her arms.

“Of course I do.”

“I don’t really date, and if I do, I don’t bring anyone home to meet him.”

“I see. I didn’t know we were dating, Ryan.”

“We’re not.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. “We’re just…having fun I guess.”

Her tummy quivered and a bolt of excitement shot through her at the light touch of his lips, but it was diffused when a pool of disappointed welled up too. Guys like Ryan didn’t date girls like her. She swallowed the hard lump in her throat and forced a smile. “Fun…sure. Exactly what I was thinking too.”

Maiya wound her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, hoping to hide the unexpected feelings that no doubt were plastered all over her face. He grabbed her waist, pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

She let him, knowing full well it couldn’t go beyond this, not with his son asleep upstairs. Regardless, heat spread through her, loosening her limbs. At the same time, the juncture between her legs tightened and she flexed her thighs in response. Breathless, she broke the kiss. “I should probably go.”

“Probably.” He kissed her again. “But I don’t think I want you to go.”

She looked toward the stairs. “Yeah, but…”

“Hang out a little longer. Watch a movie or something.”

For someone who was adamant about not dating, he sure did want to spend a lot of time with her. Part of her wanted to take him up on his offer and her body warmed further at the idea of cuddling with him on the couch. But the prospect of having this time alone with him made her want more than he was willing to give. She’d be wise not to think about it so much because she was already too invested in him. The little case of the feels she tripped and fell on last night still lingered. If she gave them light, she might not be able to keep her heart in check. “You think that’s a good idea?”

“It’s a great idea. Besides, it’s still raining out, and a perfect night for a movie.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the family room.

She let him lead her into the other room, though his actions pricked at her independent side. “Okay then. I guess I’m staying a bit longer.”

He hadn’t waited for an answer, just made the decision for her. Why did she give him this kind of control over her? It was as if she didn’t know how to say no to the man.

“You want something else to drink?” He paused in the kitchen. “It’s amazing how chilly it gets when it rains.”

“Coffee?” She rubbed her arms. “It is a little chilly.” She
did
feel a chill, but she was certain it was more from the loss of his body heat and how he elevated her internal temperature to a thousand degrees when he was close to her.

“You got it.” He kissed her cheek and moved to the counter. “Why don’t you pick a movie from the pay channel?”

“In the mood for anything specific?” She rubbed her cheek with her fingertips. “It may not be a good idea to trust me to the movie picking.”

“I trust you.” He filled the coffee machine with grounds. “Besides, if it sucks, it’ll be your fault and not mine.” He chuckled.

“Fabulous.” She rolled her eyes and left the room. Damn, what kind of movie would he want to watch? He probably figured she’d pick some chick flick. Boy wouldn’t he be surprised.

Ryan started the coffee brewing and sorted through a couple of pieces of mail. Maiya was in his house. She’d met his son and didn’t freak out. She acted as if she liked him too. It’d shocked him. He didn’t figure her for a kid person. Many people were nice to kids, but that didn’t make them kid people.
Jacob likes her too.
He chuckled remembering how Jacob had whispered to him that Maiya was pretty. Yeah, she was pretty. Also funny and smart and…

He shook his head. Maiya was many things.

He fixed her coffee the way he’d seen her do it and walked into the family room, both mugs in his hands. He stopped short when he caught sight of her.

Maiya sat on one end of the couch, legs curled under her with the afghan from the back of the couch over her lap. She’d taken her hair down from its ponytail and the sandals she’d worn were on the floor. The lights were off, yet the glare from the TV highlighted her.

His chest tightened at the sight. She fit perfectly among his things.

Maiya was a puzzle piece he never imagined fitting into his world. With her wild red hair, her tattoos and her bright-as-the-sun smile, she managed to fit anywhere she went. From a rough biker bar to a fine restaurant, she was comfortable in her own skin. It made him envious. Could he ever dare be like that?

He liked it, liked her. Damn, he wasn’t supposed to like her this much.

She looked over at him then, and tilted her head to the side.

Their gazes locked and he walked the rest of the way into the room. “Any luck?”

“Yep, all ready to go.” She took the offered coffee and sipped from it. “Perfect.” A satisfied look graced her face.

“I’m good like that.” He sat on the couch and kicked off his shoes. “Feet cold?”

Maiya set her mug on the table. “A little.”

“Let me rub them.” He slid over and patted his lap.

She crinkled her nose. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I
am
a nice guy, you know.” He palmed one of her feet. “Jesus they’re like little ice cubes.”

She scooped up the remote. “I know you’re a nice guy, Ryan. That’s part of the problem.”

“Oh, yeah? What problem is that?”

She eyed him and arched her brow, but didn’t answer.

He tickled her toes.

“Hey!” Maiya yanked her foot away. “None of that now.”

He grabbed it again. “Tell me?”

“No.” She laughed when he raised his hand, threatening another tickle. “Let’s watch the movie. And no more tickling or you might get kicked in the face.”

He rolled his eyes and squeezed her foot. “Fine. What chick flick did you pick?”

“I didn’t, smart ass. It’s
Fast Five.
”

“Oh, damn. Really?”

She snorted and turned back to the television.

“You’re amazing.”

“Why, because I picked a movie you’d like too?” Maiya gathered up her hair in a loose bun and wrapped a tie around it.

“Exactly.”

“Wait till you see how I drive your car.”

He squeezed her foot again. “You are
not
driving my car.”

“Bet I am.”

“Bet you’re not.” He tugged her pinkie toe. “Shh, watch the movie. You talk too much.”

“I do not!” She stuck her tongue out. “You do.”

“You’re still talking.”

“Be quiet. Pain in my ass.”

“Now that’s gonna earn you a spanking.”

“Let’s hope so.” She wiggled her toes. “Just no tickling. Now hush, it’s starting.”

He mumbled a curse under his breath. She
wanted
him to spank her. Damn, that was hot. His cock twitched in his pants. Ryan rubbed her feet and ankles, and watched the movie. A bit later, he moved her legs off his lap and motioned for her to shift. He slid in behind her and then covered them both with the blanket.

Maiya glanced over her shoulder at him, her expression blank, but her eyes…her eyes held something in them he was unable to decipher. He kissed her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist. She settled her bottom against his groin and rested her arm over his, cradling his hand in hers.

Ryan pressed his nose to her hair, breathing her in. Maiya fit against him as if she was made to be there. Each soft curve melted into his hard angles. The scent of her shampoo teased his senses, and the softness of the loose strands from the bun caressed his cheeks.

He sighed, pulled his hand from beneath hers and ran it along her hip to her thigh, studying the curve of her body. She felt so good. Ryan didn’t want to stop touching her. Continuing his exploration, he ran his hand up the front of her leg to her stomach and along her ribs. She flowed like a perfect landscape and he wanted to explore each hill and valley. Ryan touched his lips to her shoulder again, and then her neck.

She let out a soft breath and shifted her hips against him.

Fuck, she was like heaven in his hands, and his cock definitely woke up and took notice. If she kept pressing against him like this, he was going to be hard enough to pound nails. How the hell did he get so lucky to have her here in his arms again? Ryan tugged at her shirt and pulled it from the confines of her pants.

He needed to feel her soft skin. She moaned when his hand made contact. Trailing his fingers up her stomach to her breasts, he stroked through the center of her cleavage. So warm. He cupped one full mound in his palm and squeezed. She arched against him and he rocked his hips forward, pressing his hard length against her ass. He sucked at the tender skin of her neck and then dragged his tongue to her ear lobe and nipped it. “I want you,” he whispered.

“We can’t.” She grabbed his thigh. “Can we?”

Tugging one cup of her bra aside, he found her nipple and rolled it between his finger and thumb. Maiya’s breath hitched and she shifted to her back.

Propping himself on one elbow, he gazed at her. “How quiet can you be?”

She giggled. “I don’t know. You want to gag me?”

He raised both brows. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He tugged her nipple and she groaned, biting her bottom lip.

“I don’t know.” She rolled to her side, facing him. “I’ve never been gagged before. Then again, I’ve never been spanked before either.” Raising a leg over his hip, she pressed her center against his groin.

“You liked that too, didn’t you?” He gripped her ass and ground against her.

She leaned in and sucked at his neck. “What do you think?”

“I think you liked it…a lot.” He ran his hand up her back and unhooked her bra. “I think you liked it so much you want me to spank you again.”

His mind raced. Could he have sex with her with his son home? Married couples did, of course, but Maiya wasn’t his wife. Hell, she wasn’t even his girlfriend.

“Maybe.” She ran her nails down his side.

He growled and she rubbed against him.

My God, he wanted to be inside her heat. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He tugged at the buttons on her shirt, opening each one.

She reached between them and stroked his cock through his jeans. “Does it turn you on?”

Ryan pulled her shirt apart and pushed her bra up, revealing her breasts. With a thrust of his hips, he pressed himself into her hand and then flicked one of her tight nipples with his thumb. “Yes.”

She jerked against him, so he did it again.

Chapter Sixteen

Maiya whimpered, clawing at his jeans while he played with her nipples. It was the most intense kind of torture, and it drove her nuts that he had this much control over her body. She responded to him even when she was angry. Had her body consulted her mind, they would’ve been in all-out war, but she was sure her body would win.

Maiya’s nipples peaked in impossible tightness, tingling each time he passed his fingers over them. She’d never been into pain during sex before, but she wanted him to bite them and suck them and give her that delicious bit of sting.

She wasn’t certain she could give herself over to him in some sort of submissive role, but her body sure as hell was on board because of how he responded when she did what he asked. It made her want to see how far he would go with this kind of game. Maiya unbuttoned his pants and tugged down the zipper. “Ryan, do you want me to be your naughty girl?”

He dipped his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “I’d have to punish you if you were naughty.” He circled the tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his hot mouth.

She hissed, arching her back. “Fuck, but…but do you want that?” She managed to get her hand down his boxers and gripped his length in her fist. His skin was like satin in her palm.

“Hell, woman. Yes, I want that.”

He
wants
to punish me for being naughty.
Maiya had to see what would come next.

Ryan shifted his hips forward, driving his length through her palm, and then snaked his arm up Maiya’s back and into her loose bun. Tugging her head back, he bit her neck.

“What else?” She writhed against him, still stroking his prick. “You want me to be your slut, hmm?”

Ryan pulled his mouth from her throat and gripped her hair tighter. “You are fucking killing me.” He kissed her hard, driving his tongue into her mouth.

Maiya stroked it with her own, tasting and drinking him in. When he pulled away, he bit her bottom lip. The sting of pain drew a whimper from her throat and she gripped his prick tighter in her hand. “Tell me I’m your slut, Ryan.”

Ryan grabbed her hand, stilling her motion. “Be careful, Maiya.”

“Make me your slut, Ryan.” She licked at his bottom lip. “Please?”

She couldn’t believe the words flying from her mouth. She never talked like this—never wanted to be anyone’s slut, either. But as the words slipped past her lips, he grew harder in her palm, and a thrill sprinted through her. She loved it. The power filling her when he responded to the dirty words she used aroused her body and mind more than she could’ve ever imagined.

Ryan rolled over her and then settled between Maiya’s thighs. Using one hand, he pinned her hands above her head. “I’m about to fuck you good and proper.” He trailed the fingers of his free hand down her cheek and then cupped her chin. “Tell me you want it, Maiya.”

Circling her legs around his hips, Maiya met his eyes. “Which part? That I want you inside me?” She rolled her pelvis. “Or that I want to be your slut?”

Ryan moved his hand to her throat and gripped it lightly. “Yes.” He kissed her, but then paused and looked up at her. “Is this okay?” He flexed his fingers on her throat.

Maiya thought she might explode into a million pieces beneath him. Her mind twirled in confusion while anticipation thrummed through her at a steady pace—her clit pulsing in time with it. The man had his damn hand around her throat and she knew for sure this was
not
something she liked or ever wanted anyone to do to her. He wasn’t choking her, just making his presence known, but with him, it turned her on. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but, yeah. It’s okay.”

She arched against him again. Her nipples scraping across his shirt sent a bolt of electricity through her. She needed her hands free; she wanted to rip his shirt off and drag her nails down his back.

Every muscle in Ryan’s body was strung tighter than a suspension bridge wire. Maiya was driving him into a lust-filled madness. Even through their clothing, the heat of her core scalded him. The things she’d been saying to him were enough to make him go alpha male on her fine ass and slide his dick in her every hole until she begged him to stop, then begged him to start again.

He’d always liked things rougher in bed, but he never had a partner who was as into it as he was. Tammy wasn’t interested in this sort of play. There had been a few women he’d screwed around with in the years before and after Tammy, but he never had a woman want him to call her his slut. Or respond to him the way Maiya did.

For Christ sake, she practically begged him. That had to be a big deal to her. When he circled her neck with his hand, he did it more to see what she’d do. When would she call a foul on the play, so to speak. He was beginning to think she wouldn’t because when he tightened his grip, with gentle but firm pressure, she got hotter and writhed against him more. Even still, he needed to be sure, and was rewarded with the answer he hoped for. Adding to everything, she
wanted
to be spanked,
she wanted
him to call her his slut and she
wanted
him to take control. Ryan was all too willing to give her what she wanted and more. Rising to his knees, he released her wrists and ran his palms over her breasts. “Leave your hands above your head.”

“But I can’t touch you if I do.” She pouted.

He pinched and tugged her nipples “I know.” She mumbled a curse, but obeyed his command. “Good girl.”

He wanted to push her to see how far she’d let him go, but he had to remember tonight was not the night for testing limits. Even so, he intended on making her come so hard she’d never forget his name. The need to feel her writhe beneath him and scrape her nails down his back while she came all over his cock trumped everything else. He’d happily kiss her lips to keep her little moans and whimpers quiet. He groaned—the thoughts alone were enough to bring him to the edge.

Ryan leaned forward and sucked each pretty, caramel-tipped nipple, circling each peak one at a time with his tongue. God, he was glad Jacob was a sound sleeper. With his mouth on her soft skin, Maiya panted and whimpered, arching beneath him. Moving his hands to her pants, he made quick work of the button and zipper, then pushed them over her hips. He ran his tongue down the center of her stomach to her belly button and she arched again. Ryan placed one hand on her hip, stilling her. “Don’t move, baby.”

“I can’t help it. You’re making me crazy, Ryan.”

“Impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh!” She gripped his hair in her hands. “Oh fuck. Say it again.”

He stopped and looked up at her. “Where are your hands supposed to be?”

She stared at him, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She didn’t say a word, just raised her hands back above her head and then licked her lips.

She was a fantasy come to life, and he blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Maiya, I want you. My God, I want you now.” She nodded, drawing in a breath. He pulled her pants the rest of the way off her legs, and then stood and shed his own clothes. “Take your shirt and bra off.” Ryan grabbed his wallet out of his pants and removed a condom.

She did as he asked and tossed them on his pile of clothes. “Ryan, are you sure about this?”

He knelt between her legs on the couch and pulled the afghan around them. “No, but it’s happening because I can’t wait another goddamn minute to make you mine.”

“Let me do this.” She took the condom from him and tore the package open.

Mine.
Ryan gazed at her through heavy lids. Maybe she hadn’t noticed his slip about making her his. The statement had shot from him before he’d had a chance to stop it. His head fell back and he had to take a couple of deep breaths while she teased the head with her fingertips before sheathing his length in the thin barrier.

He smoothed his hands down her inner thighs. Gripping behind her knees, he raised her legs, spreading them farther. Ryan glanced at her core and his head spun with desire. The delicate skin of her sex was flushed and swollen with arousal. Her clit was hard beneath its hood of skin and protruded just enough to taunt him. He licked his lips. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Running his finger through her folds, he gathered moisture to spread around the taut bundle of nerves.

She gasped and her hips rose off the cushion. “Jesus, Ryan. The things you say to me. I think you could make me come with words alone.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “That’d be fun to try. You taste like heaven, Maiya. Do you know that?” He ran his fingers through her folds again and dipped two inside her opening. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” He raised his hand, her moisture glistening on his fingertips. She sucked in a breath, and then her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Lick my fingers, baby. Taste how sweet your honey is.”

She parted her lips and he pressed his fingers inside the warmth of her mouth. Maiya’s eyes fluttered closed and she sucked them, curling her tongue around the sides of each finger.

“The things you’ll do for me.” He shook his head. “It’s amazing.” Ryan pulled his fingers from her mouth and then sucked them between his own lips. Leaning forward, he settled between her welcoming thighs and kissed her, long and deep, and with all the passion welling up inside him. Ryan was starving for her and he might never get his fill. He pressed his hardened length into her mound and shifted his pelvis forward dragging the shaft over her clit.

Maiya rocked her hips in time with his and moaned into his mouth. Back and forth they moved while he kissed her until they both gasped for breath. “Ryan, please?”

He thrust forward again. “Ask me to fuck you, Maiya. I need you to say it.” He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain some control of himself—once he was inside her, he’d be lost.

She gripped the back of his hair. “Fuck your slut, Ryan.” She bit his lip and then released it. “Please?”

“Jesus, where have you been all my life?” He raised his hips, positioned the head at her slick opening and slid in until his hips met hers.

She cried out and then bit his shoulder. He held himself still for a moment, allowing her time to adjust. Pausing gave him a chance to breathe too. She was tight and hot and wet. Her internal muscles flexed around him, squeezing his prick, and his need for her skyrocketed to the moon. Ryan shifted his hips, pulled out and then slid back inside her. Her walls flexed again and he growled, grabbed her hips and moved inside her. “Woman, you feel like heaven.”

Maiya couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to him when he slid inside her. Her inner walls spasmed, gripping his prick, over and over again. Mini orgasms spread through her and her whole body shook in response.

She couldn’t stop them—why should she stop them? She’d never felt this kind of pleasure with anyone. Even the orgasms she’d given herself weren’t this good. It was like her body had been waiting for his cock to be inside of her for her entire life—in complete awareness of what it would do for her.

She was filled with his thickness and her body kept sucking him in deeper. Each time her channel rippled, Ryan growled and pressed into her again. She whimpered and sucked at his neck and shoulder, struggling to keep herself quiet. Maiya grabbed his ass, digging her nails in. “Ryan. Oh, God.”

She panted and raised her legs higher, changing the angle of her hips. The shift of her pelvis caused him to graze over her g-spot, drawing a cry from her throat. He kissed her, swallowing her cries. Pulling from her lips, Ryan raised himself up on his fists. Sweat dripped from his body on to her chest.

Maiya gripped his biceps. “Harder. Fuck your slut harder.”

His jaw tightened and then his gaze traveled down the length of their bodies to where they were joined. She looked too.

Ryan slid out to the edge of the head. “Look at me. You want it harder, slut?”

Meeting his eyes, a nod was all she managed. He slammed into her with such force, the lamp on the end table jiggled.
Holy God.
Maiya bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming the pleasure rolling through her. The pressure was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life. Her insides tightened with each push, sending waves of heat through her body until every nerve tingled.

He shuttled, slow, but with power, into her. Maiya held on to his arms, panting in time with his movement as the orgasm built from deep inside her core. Her cunt spasmed again…

Ryan groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Maiya, baby, you keep doing that and I’m not going to last.”

“I can’t…” She tried to catch her breath. “I can’t help it. Oh God, Ryan!”

Shifting his weight to one arm, he smoothed his palm down her chest to one breast and pinched her nipple. She hissed and bit his arm, and her core tightened around his length again.

“Maiya, you’re killing me.” He dragged his hand away and circled her neck again.

She released a ragged breath and gripped his ass with one hand. Ryan growled when she dug her nails into his skin and then increased his momentum, fucking her with hard, concentrated thrusts. The head of his dick dragged over her g-spot and his pelvis rubbed her clit with each roll of his hips. Maiya’s orgasm rushed fast and hard at her with the equal stimulation of her clit and g-spot. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

He squeezed his hand a little tighter, not enough to cut off her breath, but enough to feel the pressure. “Not until I say you can. Your pussy, all wet and tight, feels like it was made for me. So damn good.” He kissed her, catching and biting her tongue.

Whimpering, she held on to his ass while he continued the incredible repetitive motion. Over and over and over he moved within her, and over and over she met each thrust. Higher and higher she climbed until she gripped her legs around him as tight as she could. “Ryan!”

“Come, Maiya. Come for me.” He released her neck and grabbed both of her hips, tilting her pelvis off the couch.

She exploded and buried her face in his neck to stifle her scream. The spasms were endless. Little tremors spread from deep inside her channel and clit through her body to her limbs. She closed her eyes unable to breathe.