Twister: Party Games, Book 3 (6 page)

Her pussy squeezed tight, the turbulent emotions filling it with thick need and her body with nervous uncertainty. God, she’d put herself in this situation. Hadn’t she learnt anything from the hell of Andre’s betrayal?

At the name of her bodyguard—a man now little more than worm fodder in a neglected grave somewhere in Sydney—her heart beat faster. An image of the massive ex-army soldier flashed through her mind. His bulk pinned her to her bed, his eyes crazed, his hideous hard-on rammed to her belly an insistent promise.

Cameron caught her breath. Did she really think Lachlan McDermott was anything like Andre?

No, she didn’t. He wasn’t. But that didn’t change anything.

Coming here was a mistake. Yes, she wanted to meet Lachlan, but not as Kole. She wasn’t Kole anymore, and it was stupid of her to pretend otherwise. The model was a garment she’d worn for a while and then shoved to the back of her closest. She should have left her there. The woman who wanted to meet Lachlan was a thirty-six-year-old photographer, not a seductive, prick-teasing
eighteen-year-old. Oh, Jesus, what was she thinking? What was she doing? She shouldn’t have come, she shouldn’t have—

“Stand up.”

The command rumbled in Lachlan’s throat, deep and rough.

Cameron’s heart thumped. She fought the urge to gnaw on her bottom lip. Lord love a duck, she’d never been so damn nervous. When had the night taken such an unexpected turn?

When she’d seen how turned on by Kole Lachlan was? When she’d decided to come to the party dressed like she was? When she decided to come to the party, period?

She tilted her chin, her arousal feeding her nerves, nerves responsible for her current behaviour. For
Kole’s
behaviour.
“Why should I?”

Lachlan’s eyes narrowed at her taunting response. “Because I told you to.”

Her pussy constricted again. Her pulse beat harder in her throat. She cocked an eyebrow. “So?”

What was she doing? Did she even know anymore?

She didn’t. And that fact both scared and excited her.

His stare raked over her. “Do I need to remind you I just won?”

“Do I need to remind you, you said you didn’t want me?”

An unreadable heat flared in those dark eyes of his. “Do I need to remind you, you pointed out I was lying?”

Cameron’s breath caught in her throat. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, her pussy suddenly wet. And tight. And hot. “We both seem guilty of that tonight.”

She expected him to respond. He didn’t. Not with words at least. With one step, he closed the minute distance between them, pressing the side of his right foot to her ankle and slowly, slowly inching her legs wider apart. It was an act of utter domination and Cameron’s body reacted. Fiercely.

Her heart leapt into furious flight. Her pulse slammed in her throat. Her pussy contracted again. She gazed up at him, unblinking.

He stared down at her, jaw bunched, nostrils flaring. “Damn you for being who you are.” The curse was little more than a murmur.

Cameron drew a shaky breath. “And who am I, Lachlan McDermott?”

That same indefinable heat flared in his eyes again, hotter this time. “My only weakness.”

Before Cameron could digest the mysterious claim, he dropped to his knees, cupped the back of her head with one firm hand and claimed her mouth with his.

The kiss was just as aggressive, just as demanding as the one that had wreaked havoc on her senses earlier on the stairs. This one however, came with an extra kick. She was locked in a room with him. She knew the significance of that fact, and by the purposeful arrogance of Lachlan’s mouth, he knew it too. His tongue plundered her mouth, conquering and taking. He sucked at her bottom lip, bit into its fleshiness and sucked on it again.

Cameron whimpered. What more could she do? The sheer pleasure surging through her at Lachlan’s possession of her mouth made it impossible to do anything else
except
whimper her submission and kiss him back. And she did. Belly fluttering, she raised trembling arms and buried her fingers in the thick, cool hair at his nape.

He groaned, his kiss growing hungrier. With an abrupt shift in position, he was between her spread thighs, the steely-hard curve of his muscled knee pressing against her folds. Urgent delight ribboned through her core, making her suck in a swift breath. Lachlan groaned in response, rubbing his knee harder to her sex. Her clit throbbed, instantly swollen with hungry need. She pulled his head closer to hers, surrendering her mouth to his masterful one.

He continued to wage battle on her lips, her tongue, his teeth nipping with growing ferocity even as his knee drove her closer to an orgasm she hadn’t prepared herself for.

She wriggled on the floor, her skimpy little black knickers riding higher on her butt cheeks as she did so. The plastic sheet beneath her was cool and yet clingy on her backside, drawing a rational part of her mind to the situation. She was making out on a Twister mat.

With Lachlan McDermott.

Just as the thought finished forming in her mind—a mind well on its way to becoming fogged with pleasure too raw and charged to contemplate—Lachlan tore his mouth from hers. For the briefest of seconds, he gazed at her with eyes beyond conflicted, beyond tormented, eyes that spoke of a desire far more elemental than just lust, and then he was looming over her, expression arrogant and demanding again. He planted his hands on the floor, framing her with arms straight and steady on either side of her shoulders, and pressed his lower body to hers.

“Oh…” The gasp left her on a breathless cry, the weight of his body, the contact of his groin, undoing any hope she had of finding words. His erection ground against her folds. Its rigid length—trapped by his jeans—both punished her flesh and drove her wild. There was nothing threatening in this, despite his dominating position. Why, Cameron didn’t know. It was carnal need, elemental desire, raw lust, feverish hunger, but not threatening intent. It awoke in her an aching want she’d long forgotten. Long believed unnecessary.

But, oh God, how could this ever be unnecessary? How could this ever be—

He thrust his hips forward and she cried out again, shards of wicked pleasure spearing through her from the abrasive caress. The crotch of her knickers was sodden. She knew it was. With every ragged breath she took, the taste of her rapture on the air told her so.

She pushed herself to his hard heat, wrapping one leg around his hip as she did so, wanting him to know how he affected her.

His eyes fluttered closed for a heartbeat, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a swift breath. A low groan rumbled in his chest—Cameron could feel it vibrate all the way through his body into hers—and he shoved his denim-trapped cock to her again, a violent thrust that spoke of an urgency Cameron understood all too well.

“Lachlan—” she rasped.

He silenced her with another searing kiss. A kiss that forced her slowly to her back. His mouth moved over hers, his tongue mating with hers as he stroked his contained erection repeatedly over her spread sex.

Cameron arched beneath him, scraping her nails at his bare shoulders. His muscles coiled at her wanton touch, his tongue lashing hers with greater demand. Another groan vibrated through his chest, deeper this time and he jerked his right hand from the floor, seeking out her breast under the silken material of her barely there shirt.

Oh yes!

The cry resonated through her head, her nipples puckering into hard peaks at the intoxicating sensation of Lachlan’s palm on her flesh. With every ragged breath she took she tasted the musk of her need. She raked her nails over his flesh, her right hand smoothing over his chest until she found his left nipple, her left hand covering his right hand on her breast.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her lips, bucking into her when she pinched his nipple with her fingers. “Fuck that feels…”

He didn’t finish. Instead, with a sound close to a snarl, he yanked the silver strip of fabric aside and closed his lips around her exposed nipple.

“Oh God, yes!”

It was incredible. The warm pressure of his sucking mouth, the fierce flicking of his tongue, the growing nips of his teeth…she closed her eyes and rolled her head, placing her hand atop his on her other breast. Incredible. Incredible.

He suckled and bit and tormented and teased, his mouth driving her crazy, his hand equally as punishing. Cameron had never experienced anything like it. She wasn’t inexperienced. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d had her fair share of lovers in her early twenties. Lovers highly skilled and attentive, but no one had taken such utter control of her body’s pleasure. Was it the anger still boiling beneath his desire? An anger she didn’t understand but wanted to? Was it his undeniable power? His physical perfection?

Or was it something else? Something raw and almost desperate she felt thrumming through him like hyper-charged energy?

Does it matter?

It didn’t. Not now. Now all that mattered was the swelling, rising tension in her core, the contracting heat in her sex. All that mattered right now was the exquisite pleasure consuming her. The bold need filling her. The undeniable want to be claimed by him, pleasured by him.

Only him.

The man she’d fallen in lust with the second she saw him climb off his bike in the dark street.

The man she was attracted to before even meeting.

Lillian’s protective, confident, focused, caring brother. The man who gave away millions to humanitarian causes without the world ever knowing. The man who’d awakened the sensual woman she was, she’d always been, with just a look.

She pinched his nipple and raked her nails through his hair. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, holding his head to her breast.

He moaned around her flesh, thrusting his cock—impossibly thick and solid and hard under his jeans—against her pussy before lifting his head. His eyes were dark worlds of hunger. “I won
you
, remember? Not the other way around.”

Her pussy squeezed with wicked excitement at his growled statement. “Your point being?”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, his gaze holding hers. “
I
get to say who does what to whom.”

She tilted her chin, her heart thumping in her throat. “So if I do this…” With a quick push at his chest, she shifted him just enough to capture his nipple with her lips. The sensation of his beaded flesh under her tongue flooded her pussy with impatient moisture and she sucked, greedy for more.

He hissed, his body tensing, his cock jerking against her pussy. For a still moment, he held himself bowed, his groin rammed to her folds, his spine arched, his nipple taken captive by her mouth… And then he shoved her back to the floor, his face strained, his breath ragged. “Then I would do this.”

Stare never leaving her eyes, he dragged one hand over the curve of her breast, her ribcage, her waist, her hip, until his fingers slid beneath the rising hem of her skirt high on her thigh and nudged it higher. Higher. High enough to grant his hand access to the junction of her thighs.

He stroked one fingertip over the seam of her pussy through the drenched silk of her knickers, watching her reaction. She fought the need to moan, the urge to lift her hips to his hand.

“And this,” he said, before hooking the same finger under the silk and slipping it into her wet folds.

She gasped, jolts of raw want unfurling through her.

“And this,” he continued on a drawl as, with a twist of his wrist, he wriggled his finger deeper into her sex. Deeper.

“Oh…oh…”

His eyes flickered dark conceit. “And this.” He slipped another finger inside her, scissored them both together, slowly withdrew both and then plunged them both back within her.

“Oh y-yes…” she panted, writhing beneath him.

“And finally,” he whispered, hand once again withdrawing from between her legs, “this.”

Before Cameron knew what he was doing, before she could recover from the delicious pleasure of his talented, strong fingers stroking her inner walls, he lifted himself from her body. He raked his hand over her thigh, shoving the hemline of her skirt higher up her legs and, tugging aside her knickers with strong fingers, he replaced his hand on her sex with his mouth.

“Oh yes!”

Cameron bucked her hips upward, driving her pussy to his mouth. Wild swirls of hot colour painted her vision. The orgasm hit her hard, fast. Totally blindsiding her. She wasn’t ready for it. Hell, who would be? It shook her to the core and made her cry out like never before.

Her nails clawed at the top of Lachlan’s head, her toes curled, her heels skidded for traction on the Twister mat. The pit of her belly knotted, a tight series of pulses rolling through her very centre. Lachlan lapped at her sex, her clit, his hands smoothing over her hips and under her butt. He yanked her harder to his mouth, dipping the tip of his tongue past her folds before laving her clit again with its broad width.

Cameron moaned, her legs beginning to tremble. Or was it her whole body? Was it the orgasm still resonating through her sex?

Lachlan’s teeth gently closed down on her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut. No, it wasn’t the fading orgasm. It was a new one. Rushing at her, faster and faster with every sinful touch of Lachlan’s mouth and lips and tongue and teeth on her sex.