Body Shots (8 page)

“Trent.” His name. It was a plea on her lips. But he wanted to push her beyond pleasure, beyond contentment. He wished to show her true rapture.

Wrapping his arms around her bottom, Trent anchored them together and rose to his full height. Standing, in all his crazed and fevered hunger, Trent kept himself deep inside Crystal and continued to thrust into her, harder and harder. He slammed his hips into her, holding her perfect ass in his palms as he fucked her.

He was a breath away from coming. His body flexed, leg muscles steady as he moved her bottom up and down onto his thick shaft, showing her without words how to get the greatest amount of pleasure.

He recognized the instant Crystal began climbing that intoxicating peak again. Soon they were both burning like an out-of-control brush fire. Crystal clutched on to him, digging her nails into his shoulders in a kind of pleasure-pain. He groaned, lowered his head to her neck, and bit down hard, marking her. Crystal slammed her hips into his, then screamed as yet another delicious climax gushed forth. Her smooth inner walls contracted and he joined her this time, her body milking him dry.

It was as natural as breathing. It was euphoria. He knew in that moment that beauty had a name. Crystal Shaw.

Trent vowed she would know him as intimately as he was so eager to know her. If he was moving too fast, too fucking bad. It was not his way to tiptoe, especially not when he saw something he wanted.

Watching the dark fires in her eyes burn bright was as addicting as any drug. When her little pink tongue darted out, licking at his chest, swirling over the dark patch of chest hair, Trent knew a kind of tenderness he had never known with any other woman.

Crystal closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. Her exotic scent swirled around him, tempting him. He would know her scent anywhere now.

It wasn't until Trent felt her body go limp against his, trusting him to hold them both up, that he shoved back the covers on his bed and lowered her to the cool sheets. He made quick work of disposing the condom and slipped in beside her. When he pulled her atop him, blanketing his body with her silky curves, she sighed, content and replete. Trent kissed her pretty brown head, before pulling the covers up and over them both.

“What about dinner?” she mumbled.

“I'll text Josh and reschedule,” he answered as he grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and sent his brother a quick message.

The last thought that ran through his mind before succumbing to the lethargy of his sated and exhausted body, was that she would not walk away from him come morning. If he had to kidnap her to keep her by his side, Trent was not above doing so. He would happily use everything he had at his disposal. A woman like Crystal came along once in a lifetime, and he was not so stupid as to let her slip through his fingers.

Abruptly he thought of Mac. He knew his friend was every bit as taken with Crystal. Together they would make her see that she belonged to them. And if she wanted only one of them? What would they do, fight over her? Trent tossed the uncomfortable thoughts aside and concentrated on Crystal's lovely curves instead. There would be plenty of time to worry about that later. For now, he had a beautiful woman tucked up close to him and he intended on relishing every moment with her.

6

M
ac was miserable. He hadn't seen Crystal since Friday night, and it was now Monday. It'd been two days. Two days of dreaming of Crystal's perfect skin, exotic eyes, tight pussy. They'd talked on the phone. They'd texted each other. But it wasn't the same. He wanted to see her. What was wrong with him? Never had he been so obsessed with a woman before in his life. Now he kept imagining the way she'd looked when she'd come for him and Trent. And just like that, he swelled and hardened. He had to shift around in his seat just so his dick didn't feel strangled. “Fuck,” he groaned.

Worse were the feelings of jealousy he harbored for Trent. He'd known that the two of them had shared an intimate evening together. Getting jealous over a woman wasn't like him. Neither was waiting on a woman to call. The night before he'd tried to flirt with another woman at the club in a lame-ass attempt to get over Crystal, to hell if it had worked. He'd only ended up even more frustrated. His dick hadn't wanted the redhead. Only Crystal.

“Goddamn it,” he muttered and started to add the numbers again. Mac loved running the nightclub. He was a night owl by nature, and the fast-paced night life at Kinks suited him to a tee. Still, did there have to be so damn much paperwork involved? He hadn't realized how much elbow grease went into keeping the club afloat, either, staying in the black. Did Trent find it this demanding? Mac doubted it. Because he had a feeling his difficulty today had nothing to do with the hard work and everything to do with Crystal.

Still, as he finished tallying the previous night's profits, he did see the appeal in owning his own business. Mac had always been so involved in being a lawyer. So when he and Trent had given up their legal careers to run the club full-time, it'd been a huge change. Before that time, he'd never considered branching out on his own. Now he couldn't imagine doing anything else. He'd fight tooth and nail to keep Kinks.

A sound outside the office drew his attention away from his thoughts. It was a woman's voice. And not just any woman. He'd know Crystal's voice anywhere.

He rose out of his chair and was in the kitchen before he even realized how eager that would appear. He should have played it cool and stayed in the office. Forced her to come to him.

But she
was
here. Finally. But was she here to see him or Trent? He couldn't wait to find out.

“He knows me. Just tell him it's Crystal and I want to talk to him.”

That from Crystal, who, in all her splendor, was staring daggers at his manager, Marcus. Marcus was a big, beefy man, not about to be intimidated.

“Look, lady, he's busy. Come back tonight like all the other women.”

“No.”

“Is there a problem?” Mac asked, drawing their attention immediately. Marcus was the first to speak.

“I've told her you're busy, but she insists on seeing you.”

Crystal stepped around Marcus. “I know I didn't call, but I certainly didn't think it'd be this difficult to see you.”

Her eyes were shooting so much fire at him it was a wonder he wasn't burned. Mac crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “It's okay, Marcus. She doesn't need an appointment.”

Marcus looked at him with a grateful expression on his face and growled, “
Buona fortuna!
”

He didn't know what Marcus was saying, but clearly it wasn't good, and he didn't much care for the way Marcus was acting toward Crystal. “Crystal is very important to me,” he stated. “You will show some respect.”

Marcus paled visibly, before turning to Crystal and mumbling, “Sorry.”

Crystal rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Marcus threw up his hands and started cursing again.

Mac sighed. “Come on, angel.” He motioned for her to follow him as he left the kitchen and headed back to his office. No way was he taking her upstairs. Way too much temptation there.

When he entered the small room, he rounded the desk and sat down, then indicated she do the same. He watched her sit, her back ramrod-straight, her purse clutched in her lap. God, she looked good. The dressed-up version was downright edible. But this T-shirt-and-jeans version was just as appealing. With her mass of dark hair tied back in a ponytail and no makeup on, she looked all of eighteen. Holy shit.

He heard Marcus shouting obscenities still and groaned. “I may be forced to defend your honor soon if he doesn't shut up. I can just see me challenging that big bull to a duel at dawn.”

He saw Crystal's eyes light with humor. She was so lovely when she smiled. He wanted to see her laugh, even. Christ, what was his deal? He was acting all lovesick or something.

“What brings you here?”

She looked down at her lap. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Did you miss me, angel?”

Her gaze darted to his. “Maybe.”

In Mac's mind that single word was a victory. He wanted to shout in his triumph, but he had other ways of celebrating. Mac came around the desk and cupped her face in his hand. “I missed you, too. Like crazy.”

“You did?”

“Hell, yes,” he groaned as he dipped his head and tasted heaven. Oh yeah. The woman was made for loving. Damn, he'd missed her taste. Her scent. Everything about her. No woman had ever gotten to him the way she did. It was as if they'd known each other forever. It pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.

Mac locked his thoughts away and began to devour Crystal's plump lips. He licked, torturing her with ideas of more, then he teased his tongue back and forth over the seam. He was only too glad when she parted them. It was a small sign of surrender, but Mac would take whatever he could get. She twined her arms around his neck and melted against him. He ached to be inside her tight heat. Just as he was about to pull her closer, he had the presence of mind to reach behind him and flip the office door lock into place. He'd been dying for another helping of Crystal's delicious body, and he wasn't taking any chance they'd be interrupted.

Bending at the knees, Mac lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the desk. Without really paying attention, he swept everything off one side of the desk and onto the floor. Crystal's spine went stiff, and she attempted to push him backward. Mac let her, but only so he could taste the delicate skin on her throat. His hand came up and wrapped around the slim column. His cock went hard, and he let loose a low groan of need.

“Mac, wait.”

Mac looked into her eyes, seeing the need, but also the fear. “For what?”

“We're not alone here, and I'm not into exhibitionism.” She took a deep breath and said, “Besides, I didn't come here for that.”

Mac smoothed his palm down her body until he was cupping her buttocks. He squeezed and felt her shudder. “Then why did you come here?”

“I thought we could go to lunch.”

“I'm all for that,” he replied. “But first a taste. Something to hold me over.”

He held himself in check, giving her the ultimate decision. Her answer was pure Crystal.

She bit her lip and said, “I suppose it can't hurt.”

“I like my dessert first anyway,” he murmured, as he went back to kissing her neck and feeling her lush ass. She had some damn sexy curves. Lush. He thought he heard her say his name, but it was so faint he couldn't be certain. All he really knew was that she still had too many clothes on.

He lifted away from her. Now that he knew she wasn't going to bolt for the door, he was willing to give her a few inches to breathe. He locked the office door, then said, “Take off your clothes for me. I need to see you.”

Crystal blushed. She'd been brave enough to seek him out, but apparently that was as far as her bravery went. She had such a soft inner core that had Mac feeling fiercely protective.

She quickly got herself under control and started to undress, her movements uncontrived. She was a beauty, but so untutored, as he'd found out firsthand when they'd had sex. A few straps wrapped around Crystal's smooth hips connected in the center by a vee was all that made up her panties. The vee happened to be blue, and see-through. Mac could see her tempting curls beneath and he could make out the sweet nub of her clitoris. He yearned to lean toward her and give her a good, long lick. He could smell her scent already, a potent combination of dewy arousal and eagerness.

The matching bra she wore was enough to entice him into a horny stupor. And, like a fucking missile, his dick pushed against the zipper of his fly in a lame attempt to get up close and personal with Crystal's hot body. Soon, she was nude and nothing kept him from her creamy perfection.

Mac couldn't sit still and not touch. Reaching out, he grabbed Crystal by the hips and scooted her closer. She let him have his way, a sassy smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Are you turned on, angel?”

“Very much. And watching your eyes heat up and your body go all hard for me is making it worse.”

“Come here then, and I'll make it all better.” He pulled her out of the chair and took the seat himself, then sat her onto his lap.

Mac kissed her as if he had all day to drown himself in her flavor. He wanted her with a wild sort of eagerness that made him almost angry. It wasn't normal to want a woman as badly as he wanted Crystal. She sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and opened her mouth for his demanding tongue. Not taking a chance she might disappear like the ethereal being she seemed to be, Mac slipped between her lips and tasted every inch of her dark passion. Crystal moaned and he pushed upward, letting her feel the hard length of his arousal against her bare ass. God, he wanted her. Needed her.

He leaned into her, took one protruding nipple into his mouth, and sucked, hard. Crystal grabbed the back of his head and held him against the fleshy orb. She was every bit as anxious as he was for this. Done with playing it safe, Mac let one hand slip down her body to cup her mound, swiftly sinking two thick fingers all the way into her tight, wet heat.

“Mac!” Crystal shouted. He lifted away from her long enough to see the wide-eyed need on her face. He took her other breast, biting and sucking, while his thumb played over her hard clitoris. Crystal moved against his hand, fucking his fingers until suddenly she was crying out his name, her body squeezing and contracting as she came long and hard.

He let her ride out the feelings before he slipped his fingers free of her and stood. His hands went to his belt, gauging Crystal's reaction as he pulled his cock free. When she licked her lips as if imagining his taste, a drop of fluid appeared at the tip. The sight of her standing there so ready and anxious for him sent Mac over the edge.

He clutched her hips and turned her around so she faced the desk. “Grab hold of the edge, angel,” Mac said as he pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on. He took Crystal's ass in his hands and spread her wide, her glistening folds opening, inviting him in. “Now,” Mac growled, as he entered her in one smooth stroke, extracting a husky moan from her.

“You and I fit together perfectly. Remember that,” Mac said, as he leaned over her, bracing his arms on the desk beside her, caging her in, and bit her shoulder.

Crystal pushed her hips backward, seeking more of him. “Deeper, Mac, please. I need you.”

“I've been going crazy for you,” he told her. “You have no idea.”

“Then stop torturing us both and take me,” she said in a rough whisper.

He smiled, a rumble of primal male satisfaction rising. “That's what I wanted to hear.”

Then he gave it to her, fucking her hard and fast and with a furious need to leave his mark on her. He wanted every other man to know she belonged to him. His cock swelled as he thrust into her over and over. He reached around to her front and flicked a thumb around her clit, igniting her passion all over again.

Crystal went up in flames, pushing against him. Her hand came to rest over his on her mound as she fragmented and shattered. Mac moved faster, thrusting once, twice, until finally he burst wide and filled her.

He took his other hand off the desk and stroked her hair away from her face. Both of them were sweating and shaky. Crystal tilted her head sideways, giving him her mouth for a kiss. He took it, softly, lingeringly, before releasing her and pulling out of her. Mac fixed his clothes then turned Crystal around and helped her with hers. A soft smile lit her face, making him wonder what she was thinking. “So, lunch?”

She laughed. “I'm famished.”

“Good, because I know a great Italian place. Best Alfredo in the world.”

“Great,” she said. “I don't have a lot of time because I'm supposed to meet Mollie. We're going apartment hunting.”

He unlocked the office door, then turned to grab his keys and cell phone off the desk. “Mollie is the woman you were with the night we first met?”

She nodded. “She's been letting me stay with her until I find a place of my own.”

As they headed out to his car, Mac leaped at the chance to get to know more about Crystal. “That sounds like a long story.”

She shrugged as she got into the passenger side of the car. “Not really,” she said after he got in behind the wheel. “I was in a bad relationship. When it ended, I moved here to start fresh. Mollie was nice enough to help me out, but I'm sure she'd like to have her space back. It's been months.”

Mac wanted to know more about the “bad relationship,” but he didn't want her to feel cornered. Something about Crystal made him think of a wounded cat. Unpredictable and ready to lash out. He needed to be patient with her, and that had never been one of his strong suits. “I'm betting she's enjoyed having you, but I do understand the need for your own place.”