Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Maggie—
Once we’re outside, Keno keeps moving, leading me around the side of the log structure, then stopping in the dark shadows away from the porch lights. jerked
I’m afraid to hope what this means. Are we just friends?
Lately it seems like so much more. My heart lifts whenever he’s around, and when he’s not, I feel like a part of me is missing.
He’s got the power to hurt me, and tonight he did just that.
I refuse to be jerked around and treated less than I deserve.
I yank free, and my hands go to my hips. “What the hell, Keno?”
“Are you kidding me with that shit in there?” He gestures toward the building.
“What?” I bite back.
“What the hell were you doing drinking shots with that guy?”
“I was having a good time, just like you,” I throw back at him, leaning closer to emphasize the last three words.
“Oh, is that what that was all about? You’re jealous?”
“Does it matter?”
One thing I know about Keno in all the years I’ve known him is he’s more about action than words. He proves it again by grabbing my hand and leading me farther into the darkness, near the rear of the building. I pull my hand free again.
“I’m not some sweet-butt you can jerk around like your personal property.”
He totally ignores that and circles back to my question. “What do you mean why does it matter?”
“You and I.” I gesture my hand between us. “It can’t happen; besides, you were occupied.” I lift a shoulder. “So I might as well go have fun with some other guy.”
“The hell you will.” He crowds me against the building. “We both know I’m the only one for you.”
“I don’t—” Before I can finish my thought, he grabs my face and pulls me to him, his mouth coming down on mine.
This kiss is filled with need and desire and sexual frustration, all tangled together.
It has me losing myself, and I kiss him back just as ferociously.
I’m desperate for this, for any sign he feels what I feel, just as deeply and strongly as I do.
Sometimes he makes it seem like it’s so easy to walk away, and I hate that.
I want him to want me with the same desperation.
But deep down, I know there’s something Keno needs more than me—his club. My heart breaks at the thought. I want what I can’t have, and a part of me hates him for it.
We break apart for air, and he leans his forehead against mine, his chest heaving. “Don’t tell me you want to have fun with anyone else.”
I sigh, trying to catch my breath. “Keno, you never—”
Someone walks out to their bike and whistles. “Get a room.”
Keno drags a hand through his hair. “It’s times like these I wish I wasn’t a nomad. I wish I had a room in this clubhouse like the rest of them.”
“And what would you do if you did?”
He grabs my face in his hands and stares into my eyes. “I’d take you there.”
“Do you mean that?” I whisper.
“More than you could possibly know.”
More people exit, and we watch Rock and Evelyn walk hand in hand to his bike, then pull out.
“She gave me the key to his room,” I whisper, watching the taillights disappear.
Keno’s head whips back to me. “What did you say?”
“She said we could use his room. I have the key.”
I barely finish the sentence before Keno has my hand and leads me back inside, his pace making me jog to keep up.
He drags me through the crowd and down the back hall. Once we’re through the doors that separate it, the deafening sound dies.
“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t even pause, just throws the answer over his shoulder. “To finish what we started.”
I trail behind him as he pulls me along. He stops at a door and holds out his hand. “Give me the key.”
Once we’re through the door, he locks it.
I stand in the center of the room, unsure, and if I’m being honest, excited. I glance around. We’re in an office with a desk at the far end and a fireplace to my right, a couch to my left.
The low embers of a dying fire still burn in the hearth. Rock and Evelyn must have been in here earlier.
Keno squats and tosses another split log on the fire, sending sparks flying. The wood crackles.
He straightens, leaning a hand on the mantle to watch the flames catch and lick up the sides of the log, his face glowing in the golden light.
“I like a fire. Don’t you?” he asks, lifting his gaze to mine.
I nod, unable to find words. The man is so damn sexy it makes me melt just to look at him. He paces the few feet toward me.
“Want a drink?”
“No.”
“Good. C’mere.” He tugs my hand, leans against the desk, and pulls me between his spread legs until I’m pressed against him.
Our faces are level. He drags the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, his eyes on it.
“You want me to lay it out for you, Maggie? I’ve wanted you since you were seventeen.
I knew then you were too young, plus there was my friendship with your brothers.
I made a promise to Derek I wouldn’t touch you.
And Goddamn, that promise was getting harder to keep every day.
I knew I couldn’t stay for reasons someday I’ll tell you, but don’t ever think I didn’t want you.
I did. I still do. Right now, I want to kiss you so bad I can already taste you. ”
“Then kiss me.”
“If I do, I know I won’t stop there. I’ll take you through that door to the bed in the other room, strip you naked, and kiss every inch of you.
Christ, I haven’t wanted a woman more than I want you in a long time.
So, if that’s not what you want, if that’s not a road you want to go down, then you need to tell me right now. ”
I don’t say a word. Instead, I cup the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine.
His hands land on my hips and pull my body against his. I feel his erection through his jeans—proof that every word he said is true. That or the stripper did her job well.
The thought makes me break away, both of us breathing hard. “Tell me this isn’t just because that naked girl got you all hot and bothered.”
A grin pulls across his face. “Hot and bothered?” He hefts me into his arms, and my legs naturally wrap around his waist. I’m above him now, and he has to tip his head back. He stares dead into my eyes and dispels any worry I have. “No, ma’am. This is all you, Maggie. Swear to God.”
I drop my mouth to his, and his tongue doesn’t hesitate to sweep inside.
He moves around the desk, then sets my ass on it right in front of the chair.
“Here?”
“Door’s locked. No one’s coming in.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
“Don’t worry. I’m only going to use my mouth. But if I don’t get a taste of you…” He doesn’t finish his thought but drops into the chair. His palms glide up my outer thighs, his fingertips slipping under my hem, and he pushes my dress up.
“Keno…”
“Lean back, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks, my hands hitting the desk behind me. His burrowing fingers find my lace panties and curl into the fabric at my hips, then drag them down my legs, past my sexy heels and off. He shimmies my dress up enough to expose my bare pussy to his eyes.
Oh, God. My thighs tremble at the intimacy and the molten heat in his gaze.
He spreads my knees apart, his eyes between my legs. “Look at that pretty pussy. Goddamn.”
I lift my hips toward him instinctively, wanting his first touch, needing it so badly.
He dips his head. I watch, mesmerized, as his tongue sweeps over me. At that first glorious touch, I throw my head back, my mouth falling open. He moans, and the vibration only adds to my pleasure. I tilt my head because I can’t resist the urge to watch him work me with his mouth.
I struggle to bring myself closer to him, but he holds me tight, teasing me with soft licks and flicks of his tongue until I’m squirming with the need for more. He teases me, dragging out every sensation and giving the word foreplay a totally new definition for me.
“Like that, Six?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
His hands shift down, and those thumbs brush over my clit until I’m shaking and dripping wet.
“So pretty.” His voice is rumbling from deep in his throat. “So wet for me. You have no idea how badly I want to sink my dick in there.”
His thumbs spread me apart, and he dips his head, his mouth latching onto my clit. He sucks hard, and I shudder. My arms are shaking, and he uses that moment to insert two long fingers inside me.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
He searches, stroking and curling his fingers until he finds that trigger that sends my hips jerking. I can barely catch my breath before he adds his thumb to strum my clit.
“Show me those pretty tits, baby. Let me see them bounce.”
They are bouncing because I’m fucking his hand. I’m gripping the edge of the desk so hard I’m going to have marks on my palms. I’m not sure I can let go.
“Do it, or I stop.”
I yank my dress down until my bare breasts pop free.
“Beautiful. I knew they would be.” He doubles his efforts with his stroking fingers and thumb, his eyes on my bouncing chest as I thrust against his hand. He gets a rhythm going that I can’t fight, and I buck against him out of control.
He leans forward and latches onto one nipple and then the other, licking and sucking until I can feel myself building toward the mother of all orgasms.
“You close?” he breaks free to ask, gravel in his voice.
I nod vigorously, unable to speak.
He reaches up with his free hand and pinches one of my nipples, and I detonate, sucking in a breath and tightening my thighs.
They hit his immovable shoulders, and there’s no way to escape the onslaught as he keeps stroking, extending the orgasm longer than I’ve ever experienced.
Finally, his mouth drops over my clit and laves it tenderly.
I fall against the desktop, my breath sawing in and out, my body slick with sweat. “Oh, Sully.”
He laps every drop as my breathing slows.