33. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
I spotted Mallori several times on the second day of the book signing event. Okay, if I’m being totally honest, it was more than a few . My eyes tracked her every move. She’d worn a black skirt with matching sneakers and a bright-yellow T-shirt, which made me smile. My Little Bee.
Her eyes found me several times as well, raking down my suited body with a look that made my toes curl in my black shoes.
Mallori had told me she wasn’t very experienced. That normally would have made me think twice about being with her. I wasn’t the kind of man who normally took a novice to his bed, but I found it didn’t bother me with her. In fact, it gave me a small sense of elation.
Experienced or not, the woman was sex in a ponytail. The first time I’d seen her walking down one of the aisles this morning, I didn’t miss the fact that her long, honey-colored hair was pulled up as I’d directed. Just the fucking sight of it… Christ. I’d had to adjust myself in my suit pants more than once.
Unfortunately, Bode noticed as he passed my sector on rover duty. “One of your lady friends give you some crabbies last night, big guy? ”
I didn’t even look at him, but I could tell he was smiling even as I replied with a curt, “No.”
“You sure?” he asked in a mocking tone. “That’s the second time I’ve seen you mess with your dick in the past hour.”
“Maybe we should address the fact that you seem a little too obsessed with my dick. Does Landree know about this?”
He laughed and stood beside me, copying my position with his hands crossed in front of his groin as we watched the crowd.
“Who was it last night? The brunettes?”
I tried to contain my sigh. “No.”
He leaned a little to the left, searching. “The curvy one over there with the afro?”
“Nope.”
“That curly-headed blonde?”
Jesus, he didn’t give up. “No, asshole.”
“That group over there?” He tipped his head to the left.
“Yes,” I said sarcastically. “I fucked seven women in one night.”
“That’s a record even for you.” He paused. “You know your penis is going to literally fall off one day, right?”
I chuckled. “I guarantee you get more tail than me, ace.”
“Yeah, with my wife .” He sighed contentedly. “Every. Single. Day.”
“Landree is a fan of the curve, huh?”
“I’m honored you know so much about my cock, dude. That means a lot.”
Snickering, I said, “Not by choice. You sent that entire series of unsolicited dick pics in the group chat, remember?”
“That mole was very concerning,” he argued. “I needed some people I could trust to take a look. ”
“You ever heard of a doctor?”
“I didn’t want to just go into the doctor’s office and wave my penis around on a whim. That’s why I asked my friends for their opinions first.”
“I’m still disturbed by those photos. I may need therapy.”
“Yeah, and I was overwhelmed by the lack of concern from the people who are supposed to have my back.”
“But not your front,” I pointed out. “Never your front.”
“You didn’t answer my question earlier. Why are you being so secretive about who you banged last night?”
“Because I spent the night alone, okay?” I blurted.
Bode’s eyebrows shot up. “I figured you’d jump at the chance. I can’t imagine you have much opportunity to get your stinger wet since you have a house guest.”
The mention of the word stinger made me think of Bee, and my eyes instantly sought her out, smiling when I found her laughing with one of the authors.
“You all seem to think I’m some kind of animal, incapable of being celibate for a few months. It’s not that big a deal.”
His eyebrows lifted in surprise, and then he snickered. “Whatever you say, Pope Hawk of North Carolina.”
I gave him a mirthful shake of my head as he wandered off to continue his rounds.
I parked in the garage and entered the house through the kitchen to find Mallori pulling a pan out of the oven. Even wearing one of my T-shirts and a forest-green oven mitt, she looked stunning.
“Hey,” she said, smiling up at me as I approached. Cupping one hand possessively around the back of her head, I pulled her to me for a long kiss. When I released her mouth, she blinked flustered eyes up at me. “Wow, that’s quite a greeting.”
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”
She wrapped her hand around my tie and tugged until my lips met hers once again. “And I’ve been wanting to do this.” We made out for a long while, her gloved hand curling up around my neck.
Mal patted my face with the oven mitt once we’d ended the kiss. “Go sit down. I made chicken and sour cream nachos.”
This all felt so… domestic and completely unlike me. Weirdly enough, it also felt natural. She felt natural.
“Good, I’m starving. Thanks for cooking.”
“No big deal. You’ve been on your feet for two solid days. Sorry it’s not a very fancy meal. I got distracted by my book, and when you called and said you were on the way home, I slung this together.”
“Are you kidding?” I scoffed, tugging off my tie. “I’m a guy. We would eat nachos for every meal if we could.”
Mal slapped me on my ass and shooed me toward the dining room. “Go sit down, frat boy. I already put the beer on the table.”
The nachos were fucking delicious. Mallori had coated the chunks of chicken with some kind of sour cream sauce before spooning the mixture onto chips and covering them with cheese and jalape?os. I took a long pull of my beer and eyed her.
“You’re being awfully quiet, Bee.”
Her eyes rose from her plate and she gnawed on the tip of her thumb like she always did when she was nervous. “You’re really big,” she blurted.
I took her hand and pressed my lips to the back of it. “I know, sweetheart, but it will be okay. Your body was made to take mine, and we can take all the time we need, all right?”
Her lips tipped up into a soft smile, and she looked so goddamn beautiful with her big vulnerable eyes. “Okay. I just worry since it’s my first time.” With her cheeks pinkening adorably, she dipped her chin.
The nacho I had in my hand fell back to my plate. Did she just say…
“Ever?” I croaked, and she nodded.
“Yes, I’m an official V-card carrier, still have my lady cherry, a rookie, my cork is unpopped, I have yet to open Pandora’s box, my treasure map is uncharted.” Her eyebrows lifted when I barked out a laugh at her list. “Are you surprised?”
“You could say that,” I managed to say. Rising from my chair, I rounded the table and lifted her before sitting with her in my lap. “How the hell are you still a virgin, Mal? Did you grow up in a colony populated by blind men or something?”
She giggled, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “I wasn’t allowed to date in high school. When I went to college, I still lived at home, but my mother couldn’t really stop me from having a boyfriend then.”
“Was your boyfriend really religious or something? ”
She gave a mirthful shake of her head. “No, not at all. When Curtis found out I was still a virgin, he said he wanted us to wait.”
“Dumbass,” Hawk muttered into my hair.
“We did other things though.”
Jealousy speared through me. Which was crazy because I was certainly no saint.
“Are you sure about this, Bee? I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything.”
My feelings were mixed about what I wanted her answer to be. Of course I wanted to be the first one to slide into that tiny pussy of hers. What man wouldn’t? Besides that fucking moron Curtis.
On the other hand, her first time should be with someone special, not me.
Her big eyes looked up at me. “I don’t feel pressured. I want you to be the one, not because we’re in love or anything. I just know you’ll take care of me. I don’t trust anyone else.” Her hand lifted, and she nibbled on the tip of her thumb. “Unless doing it with a virgin grosses you out or something.”
She looked vulnerable as hell, and that bothered me. If this woman needed to be reassured, I would motherfucking reassure her.
Cupping her chin, I lifted it until our eyes met. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, Mal. I. Will. Take. Care. Of. You.” I enunciated each word and punctuated them with soft kisses against her full, pink lips.
Then Mallori nestled her face into the side of my neck, caressing my skin with her nose. “I know you will. I trust you.” Her words worked their way inside me, filling me until I wanted to burst. The nervousness in her tone was gone, the statement resolute, and my dick stirred to life.
“I like you wearing my shirt,” I told her, plucking at the U.S. Navy tee she had on. The damn thing swallowed her, but to me, it was the sexiest thing she’d ever worn. “I’m going to go take a shower, and then I’ll come find you. We can watch a movie and relax for a while.”
I didn’t want to watch a damn movie. I wanted to bury myself inside Mallori Fitz until I forgot my own name. But I also wanted her relaxed and completely at ease. Maybe some Hawk cuddles on the couch would accomplish that. Then we would see where the night led.
Walking out of the bathroom, I rubbed at my hair with a towel and then draped it around my shoulders. Wearing only black boxer briefs, I headed to my dresser to get some pajama pants when my feet stopped working.
My eyes fixated on the black door across the room. More specifically, they were locked onto the gap between the door and the frame and the soft light spilling out of the Den of Sin.
That door had been closed when I went into the bathroom. Hadn’t it? The tiny nerves leading from my brain to my feet finally reconnected, and I was once again able to walk. That ability was stolen from me once more when I pushed open the door and took in the room.
Mallori was on the bed against the left wall, her lightly tanned skin creamy against the black satin sheets .
Yeah, yeah, a cliché, I know. But there was a certain sensuality about the slide of the silky fabric over a person’s skin while they were entangled in the most carnal of acts.
My Bee looked tiny on the California King. A small, welcoming island in a sea of black. She was curled up on her side with one hand tucked beneath the pillow she rested on, the top sheet covering her. Her eyes met mine.
“Hi.”
My breath lodged halfway between my lungs and my mouth—seriously, was I having some kind of brain stem stroke?—before finally exiting my body on a question. “We’re not watching a movie?”
“No,” she said with quiet decisiveness, “unless that’s what you want.” She pushed up on one elbow and lowered the sheet to reveal what she was wearing.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. If I’d been a cartoon character, my eyeballs would have shot across the room on springs before popping back into my sockets with a snap.
Mallori had on a black bra made of lace so delicate I could see the color of her areolas through it. Matching panties were cut high on her legs, a thin string arching above her hips. The triangle covering her pussy was minuscule. Barely a scrap. The kind of thing that made one wonder, why wear anything at all?
But the answer was evident: because the effect was alluring and so fucking feminine it made my molars ache. My Little Bee was seducing me and doing a goddamn fine job of it. Beneath all that sass and sweetness hid a vixen, and tonight… she’d come out to play.
And I was ready to enter the game .
“No, I don’t want to watch a movie,” I replied, turning away to close the door with an audible click. Before facing her again, I inhaled a deep breath, attempting to rein in my dark desires. For a man who prided himself on his control, I was struggling to find even an ounce of the stuff.
This room was my domain, and yet I felt slightly off-kilter with Mallori here. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling though.
Straightening my spine, I crossed the room on bare feet, loving the feel of her eyes on me. For as long as I could remember, I had everything that attracted women to me like flies to honey. Tats. Finely honed muscles. Scars. A dark and dangerous demeanor. Big dick.
But all I cared about right now was what Mallori thought. If the gleam in her eyes was any indication, she liked what she was seeing.
She drank me in like she was dehydrated and I was the only glass of water left on Earth. From my dark, tousled hair, down over my tats and abs, and directly to the bulge in my Calvin Kleins.
When I reached her, I didn’t say a word, just pushed my index finger against her shoulder until she reclined onto her back. Then I began seducing the seductress.
The tips of my fingers traced every feature on her face, without hurry, appreciating every soft curve. Mallori’s blinks slowed at my touch, telling me she was falling into the moment.
Then I moved down to her neck. She really did have a lovely neck, and after learning every inch of it, I tested her, placing my hand around the smooth column. Fingers on one side. Thumb on the other. Palm against her throat. Not squeezing, simply holding.
Her lips parted on a soft gasp, but the infinitesimal curl at the corners had me growing harder. Moving my hand to one shoulder, I trailed two fingers lazily along her bra line, down to one breast, across the other, and up the other side.
I was looking only at her—at the pretty flush that followed my every touch—but I could feel her aqua gaze locked onto my face. “Did you wear this for me?” I asked. The question was rhetorical, but I wanted to hear the answer anyway.
“I did. Do you like it?” Boldness mixed with vulnerability in her tone, and it made my toes numb.
Yep, definitely experiencing some kind of neurological defect.
“I do. It’s almost as sexy as the woman wearing it.” Her blush deepened.
My hands continued their exploration, bumping across ribs and sinking into the dip of her waist. I thought I knew every inch of Mallori’s body until I found a previously undiscovered freckle above her belly button and one over her right hip.
I’d apparently been in too much of a rush the previous times I’d seen her undressed, but not tonight. Tonight I was going to take my time. She needed it.
So do I , I realized. After kissing each of my new discoveries, I drew a line back and forth across her belly, a scant inch above her panties, before pausing at the pretty satin bow at the center. My thumb brushed the tiny pearl dotting the center as Mallori’s fingers brushed back the hair over my ear.
Normally, I’d scold any woman I brought to this room for touching me before I gave her permission. Perhaps tie her hands to the headboard to teach her a lesson. But this woman? This one right here with a soft touch and goosebumps scattering her skin? I wouldn’t deny her touch tonight .
I twisted my head and kissed her wrist before settling between her thighs, my shoulders holding her open wide. With my hands on her hips, I nuzzled her sex with my nose, dragging it up and down, side to side, until all I could smell was her. Clean soap and desire mixed with the scent of Mallori’s delectable pussy.
Her aroma was unmistakable. If I’d had to participate in a vagina-sniffing lineup, I’d be able to choose hers any day.
Then, as promised, I ate her through the lace. My tongue lapped against the fabric, which was soft, but not nearly as soft as what I knew lay beneath. Scrapes of teeth and gusts of hot breath had her writhing as pleading whimpers rose up from her sexy mouth.
Occasionally, I’d allow my tongue to sneak to the side and lick her inner thigh. Wet velvet on bare skin. That drove her wild, and she begged me to slide her panties to the side so she could feel the strokes against the flesh of her pussy.
“Not yet, Bee,” I told her, returning my attention to the lace-covered treat in front of me. I licked and sucked, pressing my stony cock into the mattress. As I continued to edge Mallori, I was also edging my fucking self. An unintended consequence, but one I’d gladly accept.
Pulling up to my knees, I flipped her over onto her stomach, smiling at the frustrated groan she let out. I leaned forward and whispered against her ear, “Patience, angel. Let me learn you.”
Then I continued my reconnoitering on her back side. No inch was left untouched. Kisses were placed on each vertebra. The skin of her legs was memorized by my fingertips.
When I reached her left foot, I bent her leg at the knee and kissed each toe before nipping her arch with my teeth. Her foot jerked, and I lowered it to the mattress before repeating the same process on her right side.
Grabbing a pillow, I wedged it beneath her hips, presenting myself with the view of a glorious, mostly bare ass. I allowed myself one press of my cock between her cheeks before reining that horny fucker in.
My finger slipped beneath the string over one of her hips and wrapped it once, twice, three times before snapping it with a violent yank. Then I ripped the other side loose and tossed the ruined panties aside.
“Hawk!” she gasped in outrage.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll buy you more.”
And then I’ll rip them from your perfect body too.
Mallori didn’t protest any longer because two seconds later, I was flat on my belly with my face buried in her pussy from behind.
Fuck. Yes. She tasted even better than I remembered, and I was soon rewarded with a post-edging orgasm that racked her small frame. Those were the best orgasms in the world, filled with the final culmination of what she'd been waiting for while I’d taken my time with her body.
Sweat coated my hand when I rubbed it up and down her back. “Tate, my god. That was… so… good.” Her words came out between pants of heavy breathing.
“One more, Bee, and then I think you’ll be ready for me.”
“I’m ready now, dammit,” she said with her trademark sass, and I chuckled.
“One more,” I repeated, pushing two fingers inside her before diving back in for more. “You’re so fucking tight.” And now I know why.
The next orgasm was slower, washing over her as she pushed back against my mouth and fingers, her spine arching and lowering with each wave of pleasure.
I was so goddamn hard, my dick threatened to pierce the mattress beneath me, so I removed my underwear and gave him a conciliatory stroke as I rose up onto my knees. He’d been patiently throbbing away between my legs, but now it was his time.
Laying myself over Mallori’s back, I growled in her ear. “You’re ready for me now, aren’t you, Bee? You’re ready to be fucked?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice high and needy. I wrapped my hand around her ponytail—like I’d been dying to do—and tugged lightly to the side until I could take her mouth in a searing kiss.
Releasing her and reaching to the night stand, I snagged a condom, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled it on with practiced fingers. Then I checked in with Mallori one more time.
“Are you ready, Mallori?”
Her tone was impatient. “Yes. I’m ready, Tate. Please.”
I grinned as she wiggled her needy ass against my groin. Gripping her hip with one hand, I used the other to smooth the head of my dick up and down her slit. She dripped all over me and tilted her hips up an inch higher.
Yeah, she was more than ready for this. I pressed forward, taking the first inch of her, and groaned at the tightness that gripped me.
“Fuck, baby. You’ve got the best little pussy I’ve ever felt.” My eyes drifted shut at the overwhelming pleasure, and I fed her another inch. The pressure around my cock was almost unbearable, and I opened my eyes to find Mallori’s hands balled into fists against the black sheets .
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, the strain evident in her voice. “Just do it. I want you to.”
Gripping her hips with both hands, I pulled her back onto my cock and tried not to come like a fucking teenager. I slid halfway home and then pulled back out to the tip.
My gaze dropped, wanting to watch myself stretch this tight pussy, and I paused mid-thrust. Streaks of red stained the condom. Blood. Mallori’s blood.
The sight of that snapped something in my brain, flooding me with guilt.
Fuck, what are you doing man? This isn’t right.
I’d promised to take care of Mallori, and then I popped her cherry doggy style in my goddamn sex room. Not exactly my finest moment.
When I slowly pulled out of Mallori’s body, my cock protested with an angry twitch, and I silently chastised him.
This isn’t about you, asshole.
It’s about her.
The gorgeous-as-sin woman in front of me looked over her shoulder, concern shining in her eyes when I pushed off the bed and stood. “Did you change your mind?” she asked quietly.
I shook my head and stroked my hand down her face. “No, baby. Never.”
“Then what…”
She quieted when I lifted her in my arms and kissed her soft lips.
“Not here, Bee. Not like this.”