OGs: Deep Down (12 page)

He caressed her ass, then splayed his hands on her hips, her stomach, and up to those gorgeous breasts of hers, his eyes eating her up, while his cock was tenting his sweats and trying to jump her.

She was trembling, but she straightened up. Her voice was nothing but a frail tendril. “You can have what your dick wants. You can have me, but you will have to kiss me. Or what? Are you afraid of kissing me?”

It was as if a dam had broken. He cupped the back of her head and brought her to him, his mouth crashing against hers. No technique, no teasing, no foreplay, just pure, roaring need. God, he was dying for her.

She might be offering herself to him, but she didn’t surrender to his kiss; she fought him for dominance with her tongue and her teeth, taking as well as she was giving, fueling his passion.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He needed to bury himself deep inside her body, because that was when he’d last been happy. Without thinking or even checking if she was ready to take him, he pulled his sweatpants down and thrust into her, forcing her to take all of him. She screamed into his mouth, her tiny pussy spasming, trying to accommodate him, but she didn’t pull away; she buried her hands into his hair, fisting it, her legs tightening around him. “Yes.”

She felt so damn good. So fucking hot, so fucking snug.

His memory hadn’t been playing tricks on him; if anything, having her was even better than he recalled.

Man, he was fucked. Utterly, completely fucked.

He pulled out and then sank back in, the bar of his piercing tugging at him as the beads dragged against her pussy walls, and he fucked her mouth with his tongue.

That was why he’d walked away from her the other day, when she was rosy from coming, shaking with arousal on her kitchen counter and going for his cock, her eyes pleading, her pussy soaking wet and still clenching from her orgasm. Open and ripe for the taking. Because he knew once he got inside her, that would be it. Game over for him. He would lose himself in her. And that was what was happening here. In two seconds flat he’d had his tongue deep in her mouth and his cock deep in her pussy, and he was falling under her spell. He wanted her so much. He had to get some perspective here; he had to keep his head above water, or he’d drown in her again and never resurface.

That thought, and the panic attached to it, gave him the strength to jerk her away from him and put her on her feet.

She looked at him, confused, her eyes glassy. So damn beautiful. “Mike?”

He swirled her around, facing the tiles, her long wet hair slapping at her skin from the force. “Hands on the wall,” he ordered before she could complain. He couldn’t look at those eyes. There was desire in them, but hurt too. He couldn’t face that.

“But—”

He lifted her left leg, hooked his elbow around the back of her knee, and wrapping his other arm around her stomach, he slammed into her, his balls pushing against her pussy lips.

Kyra screamed, her fingers curling on the tiles. She grabbed a metal handle on the wall and held tight as he pounded into her mindlessly.

“Mike,” she said between choppy pants. “Slow down. Condoms.”

He ignored her. He couldn’t slow down any more than he could prevent the sun from setting. And there was no way in hell he was going to suit up. Not with her. Never with her.

He understood this was madness. He was behaving like a caveman, but for the life of him he couldn’t stop himself. He got a glimpse of them from the fogging side mirror. Her naked, toned body jerking from his thrusts yet yielding to him, never mind how rough he was being, at his mercy, him powering between her legs. His sweatpants and his T-shirt were drenched, his shoes too.

He was fucking her so hard the sound of their bodies slapping together was louder than the water falling over them. Kyra was clutching the handle with both hands, her pussy tensing around him. His grip on her was so tight and his thrusts so out of control that the foot she’d had on the floor was not touching it anymore. And she was panting, loud, screaming every time he slammed into her.

For a moment he feared he was bruising her, but that thought didn’t have any real power. His brain had been hijacked and didn’t understand anything but the need to get deep inside her. Deeper than anyone had ever been. Deeper than that husband of hers, the one she’d chosen over him. He pressed his eyelids shut, trying to get rid of the rage he felt when he thought of that bastard, and continued with his fast tempo.

He was not going to last. He moved his hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clit.

Letting out a ragged moan, she turned her head to him. “Mike, please. Kiss me.”

He didn’t.

“Are you protected?” he growled against her skin. He could already feel his cum on the tip of his cock, his orgasm gathering at the base of his spine, gaining momentum, unstoppable now.

“What?”

“Are…you…protected?” he asked, getting one word out with every savage thrust, stroking her clit the way she liked it, in tight circles. “Patch.” Thrust. “Pills.” Thrust. “Protected.” Thrust.

God, she’d better answer now, because he couldn’t hold it any longer. He was going to come. And by the look of her, so was she.

“Yes,” she managed to get out an instant before flinging her head back and going over, her pussy clamping like a vise around him.

He pounded into her a couple of times, and sinking his teeth onto her shoulder and locking his legs, he emptied himself in her.

It took a century to come back from that high. A high he hadn’t felt in…seven fucking years. As he regained his bearing, he realized Kyra was smacking at his hands. “Let me go,” she bit out.

By the sound of her voice, she might have been slapping at him and asking him to release her for a while.

He did, feeling bereft as soon as he didn’t have her weight to hold. Or her pussy hugging him.

A bit wobbly, she stepped away from him and grabbed a towel, shooting daggers with her eyes. “You didn’t use a condom.”

He shrugged her accusation off. “You said you were protected.”

He took a tentative step. Yeah, his legs still worked. He moved away from the shower and took off his drenched shirt.

She’d wrapped herself with the towel. “Yes, I’m protected against pregnancy, you idiot, not against all the shit you might have caught during all those years of fucking everything that moved.”

He sneered, kicking his shoes off. “I’ve always used protection. No other woman has gotten my seeds inside her. I don’t think you can say the same. Or what? Are you going to tell me now that no man has filled you with his cum? Is Sam an immaculate conception? Can’t be adopted; she’s your spitting image.”

“Fuck you,” she spat at him.

“Just done that, babe.” And he got rid of his pants.

“You’re an asshole,” she fumed, gathering her clothes with one hand, the other clutching the towel.

“Why the fuck are you so pissed? You are the one who dumped me, remember?” He lashed out. “I warned you; I told you I would fuck you if you didn’t tell me to leave. You didn’t and I did. And you got off too. Hell, I can still feel your pussy strangling the living shit out of my cock.”

“Why the fuck am I pissed? Are you going to make me spell it out for you? What is it, you want to humiliate me?”

Mike saw red. “You want to talk about humiliation, babe? Humiliation is watching the woman you love more than life itself turn your marriage proposal down because she wants to live wild and free and doesn’t want to be tied down and then see that same woman a year after, married to someone else and with his baby in her arms! That’s humiliation,” he roared, grabbing her by her arms. “Humiliation is looking at that kid of hers, that beautiful baby girl who looks like the love of your life and wishing with all your heart she was yours and not some fucking asshole’s. For six years I’ve hated him for being the father of the kid that should have been mine. Mine! Do you understand? I loved you. I needed you. You fucking left me.”

“That wasn’t a marriage proposal!” she yelled at him, trying to wrench away but not succeeding. “You were blackmailing me! As soon as I said I wanted to take that job, you bought me a ring and expected me to fall in line. God forbid Kyra would follow her dreams.

“I made mistakes. I might have jumped the gun when I took the job, but I wanted you at my back, by my side. I wanted, for once in my life, someone to stick with me and believe in me. You didn’t. You turned your back on me!”

Mike clenched his teeth, his heart twisting so badly it hurt. Bought her a ring the second she spoke about taking the job with a cruise line? She had no fucking clue what she was talking about. He let her go so fast she staggered back. “I thought getting to fuck you was going to be worth my while, but it isn’t.”

“Go to hell,” Kyra spat.

His laugh was rough. “Been in there.”

“So have I!” she yelled, but he ignored her.

“What the fuck is your problem now? Rebound dick not sweet enough for you? Or is it that you expected flowers and rainbows? Or a fucking declaration of love from the town dunce?”

“You ass, you are no good as a rebound fuck because you are so much more! And don’t give me bullshit, because I came back for you!” Kyra screamed. “I came back for you, and I saw you with her! And you saw me! So don’t you dare talk to me about humiliation, you fucking hypocrite!”

MIKE STILLED AT her words, looking confused.

Shit, she hadn’t wanted to blurt all that. She tried to leave, but he held her by her arm.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Forget it. Let me go.” She was breathing hard, adrenaline coursing through her, ready for fight or flight. She would have gone for the latter, but Mike had other plans.

“No way in hell, Blondie. Start talking. Now. What is this bullshit that you came back for me? When did you come back for me?”

She stared at him. He wouldn’t make her relive that moment just to spite her, would he? He looked so genuinely perplexed; could it be there was an explanation for what she saw? She shook her head. Of course there wasn’t.

“You know very well what I’m talking about,” she whispered, glaring at him, tightening her hold on the towel, feeling completely exposed, much more now than three minutes ago, when he’d been fucking her hard and fast from behind. He’d done it again, like in her kitchen. Shown her who was the boss. And she, stupid glutton for punishment that she was, had given him the power and as he’d so crudely put it, got off on it. However he wanted her, he got her. She was trembling, from fury, from shame, his cum dripping from her, her throat raw from her screams. “So don’t you talk to me about being humiliated. Now if you don’t mind and you’re through fucking me, I’m heading home. You already made your point about who’s in charge here. Leave so I can change.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and braced his legs. He was naked. And hard again. It mortified her that after the way he’d taken her, she still noticed that and her body reacted. “You are not stepping out of this gym until you explain yourself to me.”

She looked into his eyes. His determined eyes. Yes, short of knocking him down, which was impossible, she was going nowhere.

“I came back to Alden, to you, a month after leaving with the damn ship. It was your birthday. I called you, left you a message. Told you how sorry I was, that I’d made a mistake. I told you I was coming back, that I wanted to talk to you. I was going to be late, so I asked you to meet me at our place on the lake.”

He stilled. “What? I never got that message.”

Yeah, right. “You don’t need to lie. It’s evident that sparing my feelings isn’t one of your priorities.”

He grabbed her by her forearms. “Swear to you, I never got that message. My phone got fucked.”

She tried to wrench away, but he wouldn’t budge an inch. “You were at our spot on the lake. With Jess. I saw you, and you saw me and continued letting her touch you.”

He shook his head, stunned. “Kyra, the night of my birthday, I ended up fucking drunk. I don’t have any recollection of it. I went to the lake all by myself. I remember Jess walking toward me, asking if she could sit down. I didn’t answer. She started chatting about some shit I wasn’t even listening to, and I frankly don’t have a clue what happened after that. What I do remember is sitting there, feeling fucking miserable because I mattered so little to you that you didn’t even bother calling me for my birthday. I remember drinking beer after beer. After that everything is fuzzy.”

“You’re lying. You looked straight at me while you were holding her head against your lap.”

“What? No!”

“You were fucking her mouth and looking at me!”

Mike’s face was stony. “I’m telling you the truth.”

“What about the message I left you? You knew I would be at the lake, and you made sure you were there too, with her.”

“Never got it. I told you my phone got fucked.”

“Right,” she snorted. “Whatever.”

He lowered his eyes, looking embarrassed. “I…smashed it against the wall in rage. I was sure you were going to call or text me, if only to congratulate me. You always did.”

Kyra stilled. Yes, she’d never missed his birthday. She always made a big deal out of it.

“I’d spent a couple of days checking my cell every two minutes. Waiting for you. The morning of my birthday, I threw it against the wall. When I got a new one several days later, there were no messages.”

“You never got the message?” she asked in a trembling voice, unsure for the first time in all those years of what had really happened.

She’d left that message the day of his birthday after disembarking. It had taken a few more flights to get to him.

He stared into her eyes. “I would have crossed the fucking ocean in a bathtub if I’d heard you wanted me back.”

She covered her mouth. “I thought you were proving a point. Showing me how little I mattered. I arrived there, and when I saw you guys, I almost lost my stomach it hurt so much. She was on top of you, kissing you, unbuttoning your shirt. And you were letting her. Then you turned to me and stared at me as you pushed her head on your lap. You don’t have a clue what that did to me. It destroyed me.”