“Yeah, oh.”
She shifts her hips slightly, the movement brushing against the most sensitive part of the tip of my cock.
A low growl rumbles from deep within my chest as I tighten my grip on her wrist. The adrenaline from the fight, the testosterone still coursing through my veins, and the fact that I haven’t touched a woman in well over six months has me throwing all caution aside. Before I can over think it, my free hand wraps around her neck, pulling her forward as I crush my lips against hers. Her mouth parts, our tongues touch and I seal myself there firmly, taking everything that she’ll give me.
It isn’t just a kiss—it’s raw, primal, and all-consuming. A surge of heat and instinct overtakes every sense, leaving nothing but hunger and the wild need for more from her. I can taste her scent, her pleasure, like cherries on my tongue, intoxicating and sweet. My tongue glides into her mouth, claiming her as I twist her wrist behind her back, pulling her hips harder against me.
Nowshe can feel exactly how much I want her. I know that therigid length of my cock is pressed against her like a steel pipe ready to burst.
Her words said she was over me, but the way she kisses me back tells a different story. And maybe it’s wrong for me to kiss her knowing that at one time she’d had a crush on me, but I’m too far gone now to care. At least I won’t let her touch me tonight—that I can control.
She moans against my lips and rocks her pelvis forward and down to get more friction. I pull back, looking between us as I watch her humping my leg, her dress bunched around her thighs. When she catches me staring her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“Sor-sorry.”
I shake my head, “You can ride my leg all night if you’d like but I have something better in mind for you.”
I grip the back of her neck again and tilt her face upward so that I can suck up and down the column of her slender throat. A throat that I’d like to see if my cock could fit inside.
My hands shift forward, now wrapping tightly around her neck and feeling the wild pulse of her heartbeat race against my thumb. I watch it flutter under my fingertips as she pants, her eyes fixated on my chest, hand pressed over my heart.
When her gaze reaches mine again, I know now’s my time to stop this thing before we go too far. She’s young, has held a crush on me for years and I know better.I’mthe one who needs to put an end to this.
But then she presses her throat forward into my grip like she enjoys being choked and my fingers instinctively clamp around the flesh, tightening.
Maybe sheisactually past me. Maybe thisisa bad idea, but at the moment, neither of those possibilities matter as I lean into the present.
Fuck me…
I lower my lips again, tongue sweeping around inside her mouth as I feel her fingers rake through my hair.
“Let’s celebrate your win. Iwant you,” she moans, sending the vibrations of her voice through my body and down into my pants.
I shake my head, “There’s no way I’m disrespecting you by fucking you inside this dirty gym where there are people outside the door that don’t deserve to see your goodness in the light nor the night.”
I glance around the grimy room and spot a worn-out bench in the corner. Draping the towel from my neck over the cracked leather, I guide her to sit down, making sure she’s settled before stepping back and dropping to my knees in front of her.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, but I still intend on you coming. Now spread those beautiful legs for me.”
Chapter 16 – Maggie
Am Ireallyover my crush on Clay?
Who am I kidding? I’ll probably never fully get past my attraction to the youngest brother in the Cameron family.
But did I come to his fight in San Angelo tonight hoping he’d finally see me as the woman I’ve grown into, maybe even fall madly in love with me?
No, not at all.
I’d made my peace with the idea that whatever we had—if anything—it was never going to be like that. I thought maybe we could even be friends this summer while I’m home. I was excited to tell him I’d found a hobby and possibly even open up to him about my condition, explain how this will help me manage things better and get my dad off of my back with his incessant worrying.
But then I saw him in that ring, and every logical thought flew out of my head.
Agirlfriendwould’ve been terrified watching him take hit after hit, noticing the split in his cheek as blood trailed across hissharp jawline and down past his neck over that thick vein that pulses angrily when he is pissed off.
Awifewould have been downright furious that he was doing this.
But I was neither of those things. Hell, I wasn’t even sure he considered me a friend and knew nor cared whether I was there tonight.
