Unattainable (14 page)

Cage lost it. His brain blanked out and
his emotions took control. The next thing he knew he was tackling
her, forcing her down to the ground, onto her back, yanking her
flimsy green tank top up, baring her small breasts, roughly palming
them before grabbing handfuls of her long skirt and shoving it up
over her ass. He ripped her underwear to one side and pulled open
his leathers.

“
I’ll remember this time,
bitch,” he gritted out, palming his cock.

“
Fuck you, asshole,” she
said angrily. “Fuck you!”

Seething, bursting at the seams with
anger, more than sick of this bullshit with her and not really
aware of what he was doing but at the same time aware that she
wasn’t fighting him, he grabbed her calves, bent her knees, and
pushed her legs open, maneuvering his hips so the tip of his cock
hit her pussy. Sliding it over her slit, he positioned himself at
her entrance.

“
Fuck you?” he shouted.
“You fuckin’ got it!”

He pushed hard. Pulled back out and
pushed harder. Pulling back out, he pushed again, finally sliding
inside of her. Three more times and he was fully seated, her pussy
clamped tightly around him as he glared down at her.

“
You feel that, you mouthy
little cunt? You feel my small fuckin’ cock stretchin’ your shit
wide open?”

Pulling nearly all the way out of her,
he slammed back inside.

Tegen’s lips trembled and her eyes
squeezed shut. Cage watched a tear slide from her left eye and down
the side of her face, disappearing into her hair. His thoughts took
a tire-squealing turn in a different direction and he stopped
moving and just stared down at her. What the fuck was he doing? Had
he lost his fucking mind?

He’d just attacked her!

Cursing, he went to move, ready to pull
out of her and get the fuck away from her, when her eyes suddenly
flew open and she reared up, grabbing hold of his biceps and
squeezing.

“
No,” she
breathed.

For a moment they only stared at each
other, unblinking, not moving.

But while he was staring down at her,
into her almond-shaped bright green eyes, taking in her milky white
skin glowing in the moonlight, and seeing her lips, pale pink,
parted, breathing in…and out…and in…and out, her breath quickening
the longer he stared.

He felt a new feeling, one he didn’t
recognize. It was lust, but not the sort of lust derived from a
giant pair of tits bouncing in front of his face, or because his
cock was getting stroked through his leathers, or because some
bitch’s skirt was riding up and he was getting a sneak peek of
ass.

It wasn’t anger- or adrenaline-fueled.
He didn’t know what it was.

But his body did. It recognized
something in her and responded in kind, excitement filling his
stomach. He breathed in again, suddenly recognizing these
responses, remembering them, but also knowing it had been a hundred
women ago the last time he’d felt them.

“
Teacup,” he rasped,
reaching up to cup the side of her face. “You’ve never let me say
it before, babe, but I really am sorry for what I did.”

“
No, you’re not,” she
whispered, trying to turn away from his grip on her face. His thumb
shot out under her chin and locked her in place.

“
Yeah,” he continued. “I
am. I was nineteen. I was a fuckin’ asshole and it shouldn’t have
gone down like that. For your first time, baby, you deserved a lot
fuckin’ better than me.”

Her mouth fell open and his thumb,
already on her chin, slid inside and pulled her bottom lip
down.

When she said nothing, made no protest
either verbally or physically, just stared up at him unblinking, he
quickly bent his head and covered her mouth with his. His tongue
slid inside and a soft moan escaped her throat. Her mouth opened
further for him and his hand moved, gripped her hair, while the
other ran down her back, over her hip, and under her thigh,
stopping on one small, firm ass cheek, and squeezed.

Ah, damn. He remembered now, remembered
why he’d loved fucking women. That damn feeling—the anticipation,
the burn, the need to touch, to taste, to take a female over, to
rule her body, outside and in. Not just to come, but to make her
want to make him come, to make her want it so bad she worked for
it.

“
Cage,” she whispered
frantically, trying to shove his cut off his shoulders. He pushed
off her long enough to shrug out of it, to pull his T-shirt up over
his head and toss it aside, and then he was back on her, his mouth
closing over a freckled breast, pierced through the
nipple.

Sucking first the nipple into his
mouth, and then nearly the entire breast, ahh, fuck him. He’d
always loved big tits, fat and heavy, with a lot to grab and
squeeze. But being able to fit all that flesh inside his mouth and
just suck?

It was fucking hot. And what was even
hotter, Tegen was mewling—little panting, breathy whimpers. Her
hands were in his hair, gripping, pulling, and she arched her
chest, pushing more of her into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around
him, her thighs cradled his waist, and she ground herself over his
cock in jerky, circular motions.

The anticipation, the burn,
the need to touch, to taste, to take a female over, to rule her
body, outside and in. Not just to come, but to make her want to
make him come, to make her want it so bad she worked for
it.

He slid an arm beneath her and, holding
her close to him, rolled them so she was on top of him. Bracing her
palms on his chest, she pushed herself into a sitting position.
Astride him, she breathed hard, staring down into his
eyes.

“
Take it,” he said
hoarsely, grabbing her hands and interlocking their
fingers.

When she didn’t move, he lifted his
hips, circling them, eliciting a gasp and a squeak from Tegen. Her
pussy clenched and her slim fingers squeezed around his much
thicker ones.

“
Take it,” he growled,
jerking his hips up hard. “Fuckin’ take it, Teacup.”

Even as her mouth opened in a silent
moan, her eyes narrowed.

He stared up at her, hoping she’d keep
her mouth shut, hoping she’d take what he was offering her, hoping
like hell she’d let go of all that hate and give them what they
both wanted.

Jesus, he hadn’t felt anticipation like
this in so goddamn long.

“
Please,” he groaned.
“Just fuckin’ take it, babe.”

Her lips split into a smile and his
breath caught. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d seen
her really, truly smile and, fuck him if it didn’t transform her
completely.

But before he could recover, she
started to move. Faster and faster until…

And then she took it.

She worked for it—
she worked him
hard
—and she took it all.

I awoke in darkness to the heavy weight
of a warm body pressed against my back, hot breath fanning my
cheek, one large hand palming the flat of my stomach between me and
the mattress, another gripping the back of my thigh, and Cage
sliding inside of me from behind.

Clutching the pillow, I
gasped.

“
My turn,” he growled in
my ear.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed my body,
concentrating only on the slick slide of Cage, slow and gentle, in
and out of me.

“
Feel good?” he
whispered.

Oh, hell yes. It felt like the physical
equivalent to an ice cream sundae, the kind my mom used to make me
when I was sad. Two scoops of vanilla, one scoop of chocolate,
crushed walnuts, sprinkles, cookie crumbles, whipped cream, and
drizzled chocolate sauce, topped with cherries.

“
Fuck off,” I breathed.
“And shut up.”

He laughed and my breath caught. I
could feel his smile against my cheek, the vibrations in his chest
on my back.

In the woods behind the house we’d come
together fast and furious, then we’d fallen apart and lay side by
side under the stars, not touching, not speaking, barely breathing,
until Cage stood up. He helped me up, helped me dress, and then
took my hand in his and walked me around the side of the house
where his bike was parked, and he’d said…
it.

A string of eight little words, eight
very stupid, insignificant words that meant absolutely nothing to
Cage and absolutely everything to me.

Get on the back of my bike,
Tegen.

How many years had I dreamed of him
saying just that to me? Dreamed of being his “old lady,” on the
back of his bike and in his bed? Me and only me.

How many years of anguish, of
repressing memories and trying so hard to move forward, to shut my
feelings off, trying to replace Cage with another, had I fucking
spent? Too many.

The first half of my life I’d spent
falling in love with him, and the second I’d spent trying to fall
out of love with him.

And stupid, STUPID me had just lost the
control I’d tried for so hard and so long to attain, all because of
stupid Hawk AND REALLY STUPID CAGE. So now, here I was in the arms
of the man I’d loved since I was a kid and he was a boy, and there
was no way out of this that was going to leave me
unscathed.

My resolve had long since cracked, and
emotions were seeping inside me at an alarming rate. I felt my
anger, my long-time internal suffering, slipping away and my body
beginning to ease, welcoming the comfort this man was offering
me.

There was no choice to be made now. I’d
left my options at the dinner table when I’d allowed Hawk to get
under my skin and when I’d knowingly, willingly stopped fighting
Cage and let him, finally let him, touch me.

I was going to have to ride this out
and hope to God I came out all right on the other side. No, I would
come out all right. I’d come this far, suffered through this many
years; one night wouldn’t change anything. One night would never
again change the course of my life.

So I’d thrown caution to the wind.
Silently, I’d climbed on behind him and allowed him to take me home
with him.

He led me through the
small, dark house, up the stairs and into his room where’d he’d
stripped naked, letting me see exactly what I’d never been able to
stop thinking about over the years.

He was bigger now, taller,
his arms and thighs thickly muscled and his face, his squared
features more defined with age and, God, he was beautiful. He was
so fucking, unfairly beautiful. He always had been, and I’d always
been—

I felt suddenly awkward,
uncomfortable in my own skin, and embarrassed by what I lacked in
physical beauty. I felt not good enough; I’d never been good enough
for Cage.

“
It ain’t like that for
me, baby.”

From across the room I
watched him light up a blunt, flop belly-down on his bed, take two
quick drags of the roll before extending his arm and offering it to
me.

Without thinking, I stepped
forward, reaching for it, but Cage snatched his hand away and his
other arm shot out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward. The
roll pressed between his lips, he jumped to his knees and yanked me
onto the bed.

Then it was me being
stripped naked and Cage was taking long, leisurely looks up and
down my body. Pulling the blunt from his mouth, he brought it to my
lips and I took a long drag. As I exhaled, he took another drag,
then he stubbed it out on his nightstand, placed his mouth over
mine, and blew the smoke into me.

Then he was inside of me
again, rolling us over, bringing me on top and telling me again to
“take it.”

I forgot all about my
insecurities and my anger and I took him, rode him hard and fast,
watching with indescribable satisfaction as he fell victim…to me.
Every groan I elicited, every eye-closing, head-thrusting,
body-jerking jolt of pleasure I caused, every growled syllable of
my name, every desperate stare, his hooded eyes begging me to
finish him off. All of it had only increased my own pleasure. I’d
never come so hard before in my life.

Then, sexually sated and
emotionally exhausted, I fell asleep in his arms.

Now he was taking it, and I was loving
it.

As his hips continued their leisurely
slide, he gripped my chin, turning my head as far as my neck would
allow, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Slow, sloppy,
lip-sucking, tongue-plunging kisses, out of sync with his hip
thrusts. And yet, slower still, deliberately prolonging every long,
wet stroke.

His mouth was bigger than mine, taking
my mouth inside his, pulling on my lips, biting softly, engulfing
my lips…my chin…my neck.

Oh God. Nothing, no one had ever kissed
me like this. No one had ever fucked me like this.

I reached around me, grabbing hold of
his head, crushing him to me, and I kissed him harder, fiercer,
needing, wanting, oh God, wanting.

My belly seized, a shiver tore down my
spine, and I came hard, crying out against his mouth, shaking
beneath him.

“
One more, babe,” he
muttered. “Gimme one more.”