Cocky F@#ker (Tangled Desires #3) (12 page)

“Maybe you should tell them about what happened.”

“They’ll look at me like I’m broken, Chelsea. That I’m fucked in the head. But I’m not. I’m just a little…”

“Bent? You need time to deal.”

“Yeah. And maybe see a shrink or something, because I don’t want my family to be scared of me. I don’t want you scared of me.”

“I’m not.” I shift so I can cup his face in my palms. “And they won’t be. We all know you’ve always been overprotective when it comes to your family. They’ll get it, especially Razer. If you tell them.”

I need to tell him that family is going to include one more. That the reason I’ve been avoiding him is because I don’t know how to tell him about the mini Hadley. Or how I’ll deal with his pig-headedness, or that over-protective streak of his.

But right now I’m not sure I can. He’s already dealing with so much, and I don’t want to push him. This particular accident can wait a little longer, can’t it?

“And you know your sister is a grown ass woman who doesn’t need you to protect her anymore, don’t you? She’s been in love with that man since she was too young to know what love is.”

“It’s not her I worry about.” He stares at me in a way that has my insides flip-flopping all over the place. Then his hands grip my waist, his thumb stroking the line of my hip. “It’s him. He’s never been the guy who wants more. What if he doesn’t now? What if he does?”

“Then your sister will pull up her big girl panties and deal. You need to trust that she can handle this.”

“I’m going to push him,” he says. “I’m going to make him fight every inch of the way. I know it’s an asshole move, but I’m not going to make it easy on him. He needs to want her so bad it hurts to be around her and not be the person she wants to spend her life with. And then he’s going to have to fight for what he wants.”

I’m not sure we’re talking only about Razer and Claire anymore. His gaze drifts to my mouth, focuses there, making my mouth water, my lips tingle with the need to be pressed to his. “Do you think he will?”

I’m not sure what to think. Maybe I’m reading more into what he’s saying because I want to believe he’s talking about us, that maybe we have a chance to get it right this time.

“I think he’d be stupid not to.” He brings his mouth to mine, lingering over my lips, his tongue stroking inside as he lifts me to straddle him. “Any man who wouldn’t fight for the woman he can’t breathe without would be a fool.”

I’m sure I’m supposed to say something to stop his hands roaming under my tank top. It’s probably not smart to let him kiss me the way he is. After all, this never ends well and there are important things we need to deal with. But my mind goes blissfully blank under the caress of his lips, my body heats under his touch. Everything else can wait, can’t it? For a little while anyway, because right now all I can think about is how much I want to believe him, and how much I want to be with him.

Mace

After today the last thing I should be doing is kissing Chelsea. It’s clear my head isn’t on straight, that I’m damaged. I should definitely find a way to deal with that first. So I absolutely shouldn’t gather up her shirt and yank it over her head so I can get my mouth on her tits.

I shouldn’t be dragging anyone into my crazy, not my family and certainly not her. I’m no good for anyone like this.

But I meant it when I said I couldn’t breathe without her.

I’m done trying to.

I flatten my palm over her heart, watch her as she arches into my touch. She’s so pliable in my hands, her chest rising and falling while I inhale her. She smells like fucking flowers, always does. Her scent and soft skin gets me hard, sets me on fire while I lick and suck each breast.

Weeks of her giving me the cold shoulder is more than I can bear. It makes me crazy, demanding, needing to taste her sweetness, to get inside her. I’m pretty sure she can feel what she does to me. “Tell me you want me, Hells. I want to hear you say it.”

I want her to tell me we can put everything that’s happened behind us. That she doesn’t want to fight me anymore. That she fucking feels something for me that can’t be ignored.

I’m dangerously close to telling her exactly how I feel about her still, even now.

“I don’t want to,” she whispers. “You make me crazy.”

She’s right about that last part. She makes me crazy too, making me fucking insane with how much I want her. I cup her ass cheek with my hand and squeeze as I dive the other into her sleep shorts and under her panties. Her arousal coats my fingers, and she whimpers as I rub her clit, leisurely, methodically. “Then tell me again that you don’t want me. Tell me you want me to leave.”

Her eyes go big and she bites her lip, as though that could keep her from telling the truth. But it’s all there in the way she looks at me, and she grips my biceps a little tighter while she rocks onto my fingers. Still she says nothing for a moment, and it feels like a lifetime. Then she shakes her head, her words all breathy. “I don’t want to do that either.”

“Then say you like the way my fingers feel lodged inside you, that you want me to keep touching you until you orgasm.” I slide my fingers deeper inside her, fucking her with long, deliberate strokes until she lets out a low moan and her eyelids flutter. “Tell me you want me to make you cum on my face, and then you want me to plunge my cock inside you, over and over, until you’re a sweaty ruined mess, too incoherent for anything more than screaming my name.”

I can tell when she gets close. The buck of her hips is more measured as she grinds her clit into my palm. It sends all the blood to my dick. I’m so hard it fucking hurts. I want to strip her out of her shorts and panties and fuck her. I want to shove everything off the ottoman and lay her down on it so I can get inside her. To hell with the antique globe that survived us as teenagers. I want her in my mouth, and I want her on my cock.

“Say we’re not just friends, darlin’. Say you want me.” I don’t know why I push her. I don’t know why I need to hear her confess that she’s not done with me. This thing between us should have been over before it began, but I’m not sure she didn’t fucking ruin me the first time I met her.

“You say it.” She brings her face to mine. We’re so close I can feel her breath on me, and the vibration of her skin is like a current along my own. Her hand covers mine between her tits and she darts her tongue over her lip and makes this little
unh
noise that has my cock so hard it strains painfully against the fabric of my shorts. I fucking love that sound. It’s for me, because of what I do to her. It’s mine, and I damn well chase it.

“I’ll never be good at being your friend.” Surging forward, I capture her mouth, and slant my tongue along hers greedily. “I don’t want to be. Never have been able to think of you as a
friend
.”

Hands bunched in my shirt, she trembles, clinging to me. “I don’t want to be your friend, either.”

“Good.” I groan into her mouth as I stroke her faster, deeper. “Because there isn’t a day since I was seventeen years old that I’ve thought, that girl’s my friend.” I sense the moment she starts to cum, her pussy throbbing around my fingers, and I feel like my chest might explode at how good it feels to know I do this to her. “I’ve daydreamed about fucking you, about making you cum. A lot. I’ve thought about how much I want you. How I can’t breathe without you.”

I put my arms around her, pull her firmly into me. “I want you. I’ve wanted you even when I shouldn’t. Even when I fought it with every fiber of my being.”

“Is that why you didn’t bother to say goodbye in Vegas?” She trembles, her voice going higher, tinged with uncertainty. “And why you froze me out for so long before you left home?”

“I was jealous of Rush, and I was an asshole.” I raise my hand to cup her face, to bring her gaze to mine. “I probably always will be. But this asshole is yours if you want him.”

She blinks, her long lashes brushing her cheeks for a millisecond. Trying to shut me out, I think. It’s the first time I realize she’s scared. Not of me the way she said that night, but of what I make her feel. Of how easy this could all be, if we hadn’t fucked it up over and over again.

If she’d never dated my brother.

If I’d given us time instead of fucking her the minute he left.

Then maybe he wouldn’t have continued to be the ghost in the room.

And I don’t know if he’s still here now, or if this mess is entirely one of our own making, but I want her to say she wants me. Only me.

I want to watch her mouth form the words.

“I need you to say you want me,” I say, standing her up and pushing her shorts and panties down her hips one long inch at a time until the triangle between her thighs is bared to me. “Because I’m dying to get my mouth on your pussy, but I’m not going to until I hear those words come from your lips.”

One hand to my shoulder, her other finds one of mine, and then she’s slipping out of the material completely. “I want you.”

I lie back on the couch and pull her to me, positioning her knees on either side of my shoulders, her pussy right in front of my face.

She’s staring down at me, her arm braced on the back of the lounge. I can’t think of a moment where she wasn’t as perfect, as beautiful as she is right now. She does something to me, this sexy, gorgeous woman that makes my chest feel like it might explode.

Inhaling her scent, I’m lost in her. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve put my head between a woman’s thighs, this woman’s thighs, and each time the need to eat her up, to gorge on her has me losing my mind.

I touch the tip of my tongue to her swollen clit, still sensitive from cumming on my fingers, and her thighs tense. The taste of her arousal makes me greedy, but I’m not ready to make her climax any time soon. I want to linger over her, savor her, so I take my time licking along the length of her slit and circling her clit.

“Mace,” she whispers, needy and desperate, her hair tumbling around her face as she bucks her hips to my mouth.

It’s too much, her pussy pressed to my mouth. Whatever restraint I think I have around her peels away, and I pull her down hard on my face, plunging my tongue inside her, licking and nibbling at every part of her until her quiet whimpers turn to sobs.

Then I eat her harder, craving the feel of her cumming in my mouth.

“Fuck, Mace,” she cries out, but it’s more like a scream. A full blown, tear the walls down scream as her entire body tenses, her inner muscles squeezing as her orgasm shudders through her.

It’s fucking beautiful, fucking glorious, the way she cums for me.

I don’t move her off me while she catches her breath. Her chest is heaving, her lips are parted, her legs trembling around me. I want to soak it all up. I want to lie here and take her in, but I’m not done with her yet.

I pick her up and set her on the carpet, then I shove everything off the ottoman. Fuck, I can’t even count the amount of times I imagined taking her right here in the middle of this room, on this fucking table. “Plant your ass on the ottoman, Hells.”

“What? Why?” She glances at the long tufted surface and then back at me, tucking her lip between her teeth while I pick up the globe and move it across the room. “That’s my mother’s. You can’t come in here and rearrange things.”

But I have and I’m going to. Step by step, until she realizes I’m so ingrained in her life she can’t possibly shake me. I move the tray that holds our cups, coasters, and a few magazines to the floor.

“I’ll put it back after,” I say, brushing her hair from her shoulder so I can sweep my lips up the length of her neck. “No one will ever know that you had those sweet lips wrapped tight around my cock and that I fucked you right here in this room.”

“You want me to suck your cock?” She inhales, and I swear the idea turns her on.

“Ten years I’ve fantasized about your mouth full of my cock. Ten fucking years, I’ve wanted to know what it would feel like to push between your lips.” I touch her again between her legs, feel how wet she still is. “And you’ve tortured me for weeks, Hells. Left me with nothing but dreams and my hand. So yeah, I want you to plant your ass on the ottoman and put that gorgeous fucking mouth on my cock.”

I wait for her to tell me she won’t. That I’m being a jerk. That I’m cocky and arrogant and a bastard.

Instead she does what I told her to, perching on the edge of the ottoman and tucking her fingers into the waist of my shorts, pulling me to her. She gives me that half-smile, the one that makes the world feel right, and pushes them down until my cock springs free.

Her gaze locks on my dick, and her lips part. She’s at the perfect level for me to push into her mouth, and my erection twitches as she darts the tip of her tongue out along her lip, almost as if she wants nothing more than to wrap that glistening pout around my shaft. Pre-cum beads on the head of my cock, I’m so turned on by the sight of her with her mouth open and ready to take me.

Then she leans forward and swipes her tongue over the crown, gathering up that little bit of pre-cum as she glances up at me. It’s one of those moments in life that you can never un-see. She’s so fucking beautiful, poised with her tongue to my cock.

“Fuck, Hells. I want to fuck your mouth so bad.” But I’m scared if I push into her the way I want to I won’t be able to stop. That I’ll twist her hair into my fist and fuck her mouth until I cum down her throat.

But she rips all thought right out of my head as she opens up wider and takes me in, enveloping me, inch by inch. The small noises she makes as she runs her mouth up and down my shaft send vibrations down the length of me, making it hard to let her keep control. Then she wraps her hand around my shaft, jerking me while she sucks greedily, cheeks hollowing with each tug.

Watching her watch me with those big eyes and her mouth enveloping my cock has me close to cumming. It’s almost impossible to maintain control, and I have to rip away from her before I fill her mouth with my spunk. Sinking onto my knees in front of her, I cup the nape of her neck and draw her mouth to mine. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

“You didn’t cum,” she says, as I spread her legs, settling between them and using my finger to trace a line from her clit to where she wants me most. She’s so wet, the suede of the ottoman underneath her is slicked.

I kiss her gently, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth. “I was this close to cumming in your mouth, Hells.”

She smiles, this cat got the proverbial canary smile that makes my pulse stutter. I wonder if it would have been wider if I had cum in her mouth. Next time I’m sure as hell going to find out.

“For now I want to cum inside you,” I say, pulling her up so I can sit where she was, ready for her to straddle me. I pull my T-shirt over my head. The idea of forgetting about the crazy pee-stick Cinderella story awaiting my brother is tempting. Getting Chelsea pregnant would strip away the excuses she uses to keep me away from her. I can almost imagine her carrying my spawn. But I’m certain as soon as I think it, that it’s perhaps the most asshole thought I have ever had and there is no way I’m ready to deal with the kind of baggage my brother currently has. Not after the way I lost it earlier. “But we need a condom.”

Chelsea

“A condom?” I can count on one finger the number of times I’ve used a condom. It’s probably sad that I can, and even sadder that the one time I did, I ended up pregnant. So I don’t understand why there’s a sudden need for protection when we’ve never been that careful.

“Yeah.” He stares at me expectantly. “You know, a thin latex construction that wraps around a guy’s cock to prevent him from knocking a girl up.”

“I know what it is,” I snap. “I just don’t understand why you expect me to have one.”

“Because I thought you’d be the type to be safe when you’re fooling around with a guy.” He stands up. “Except I don’t know why I would have thought that since you’ve never bothered with me.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at him. “I’d think very carefully before you say whatever you say next. Unless you’re insinuating—”

“Fuck.” He winces, grasping both my hands in one of his large ones. “That came out all wrong. It’s just I found out today that Tommy’s managed to knock some girl up.”