12. McKenna
McKenna
T he moon wasn’t getting any lower as it blared through my bedroom window, the giant glowing orb almost mocking me for my inability to fall asleep after tonight’s events.
I’d debated closing the curtain, thinking maybe that was the reason my heart wouldn’t stop racing, but the full moon was bright enough to light up every pine tree, acting as a spotlight on the forest surrounding my house.
If someone was out there, I’d see them. And that was exactly how I wanted it.
Living in a small town in northern Idaho, we had an overabundance of pine, so even though my home was nestled in a quiet neighborhood, it still felt like I was in the forest. I couldn’t see my neighbors from any of my windows besides the front, so I rarely closed the curtains.
I was sure if Austin knew about that, he’d get pissed—his favorite attitude lately—and tell me I needed to be more careful.
But who wants to hear a noise outside and have to gather the courage to pull back a drape?
Not me, that’s for damn sure. I wanted to look that snooping fucker in the face. Especially after the man at the rodeo.
Plus, the only asshole who seemed to be in the mood for stalking me and not actually killing me was Austin, with his stupid fucking mask and perfectly sized arms and the way his voice grated on my nerves and my?—
Nope.
Not thinking of him while in bed.
Although, it hadn’t been the first time.
Fortunately for me tonight, I had half the mind to block out the man I couldn’t stop hating yet also couldn’t quit craving. Teasing him had become more of a hobby recently than I’d like to admit.
I needed some damn ice water or maybe a shot of vodka to snap me out of this so I could sleep. My shift tomorrow was from open to close, so if I didn’t get at least a few hours, I’d regret it in the morning.
Flinging the comforter off of me, I scooted out of bed and headed for the kitchen. On the way, my grumbling stomach reminded me I hadn’t eaten since lunch, so I figured I might as well grab a small snack as well.
After Brynne and Booker had met us at the truck, we promptly left.
Austin told them what had happened, and I’d stayed silent.
For once, I wasn’t in the mood to bicker with him.
To correct his details or tell him he was exaggerating.
Because, in truth, he’d remembered everything I’d told him perfectly.
Brynne had felt bad for not realizing what was happening, but I’d reassured her that it was okay. None of it was her fault .
Then, much to my surprise, they’d dropped me off at my house. Alone.
Everything had been eerily quiet since.
I rounded the corner and grabbed a plastic cup from the cabinet, then went to the fridge to fill it with ice.
As I watched each cube land in the cup, the memory of me and Austin in that freezer days ago came floating back.
The way he’d lifted my skirt, each little touch making my body hum.
And when he’d slid the ice inside of me…
I pulled the cup away from the lever and moved it to the water dispenser. My head shook of its own accord, ridding the image from my mind. Just like in bed, now was not the time to be having dirty thoughts of Austin.
Once the cup was full, I brought it to my lips for a sip, thankful for how the cold liquid cooled my heated core.
As I did, I turned to grab a granola bar from the pantry.
Water went down the wrong pipe as I found someone staring at me from the entry to the kitchen, wearing all black—gloves, boots, jeans, a sweatshirt, and… a mask.
The cup slipped from my hand, landing on the floor and splattering its contents all around me. Austin’s head cocked to the side as I tried to control my coughing fit and the rapid beating of my heart.
“I could have fucking choked to death,” I sputtered, a hand plastered to my chest. A chest which, I quickly remembered, was completely bare save for my thin, white tank top.
The material hid nothing from sight, and it seemed he noticed as his chin slowly dipped, eyes taking in my attire behind his mask before they landed on the mess below me .
I inhaled a deep breath, swallowing the tickle in my throat. “You need to stop stalking me!”
“Watching you is my favorite activity, McKenna.” His head lifted, his focus entirely on me. Enraptured with me in a way that held all the truth of his words. “Studying the things you do. How you try to tease me. Try to turn me on by kissing my best friend’s girlfriend.”
I really wished I hadn’t dropped my water.
I needed to splash it all over my damn face to keep my mind from going utterly insane with the way he spoke to me.
The confidence with which he flirted—if stalking and being obsessed was even flirting—made my clit throb beneath my sleep shorts.
I always wanted to find someone who wasn’t afraid to take what they wanted.
I scoffed. Both at him and myself. He wasn’t someone I’d ever be with. We were simply…hate fucking, but without the actual fucking.
Actually, what the fuck were we doing?
I moved to the paper towels on the counter, careful not to slip on the water and ice. “You bring it up like you want me to do it again. Which, by the way, I’d be happy to.” I paused, the roll gripped in my hands as a smirk bloomed on my mouth. “I tasted her, but I didn’t taste her.”
With the subtle flexing of his fists, satisfaction hit me. He couldn’t seriously be jealous of Brynne.
My shoulder rose in a small shrug before I took a few steps and kneeled in front of the puddle and now-melting ice.
“That’s not what I want,” he went on, not giving in to the way I baited him for a reaction.
Darn .
As I let the water seep into the paper towels, I asked, “What is it you so desperately need at”—I glanced at the clock on the microwave—“two in the morning?”
I bunched the towels up in a ball before laying down a few more, and as they darkened with the water, Austin’s boots entered my line of vision. My gaze trailed up his jean-clad legs, past his clearly erect cock, before landing on his skull mask.
That should not make me wet.
His hand moved toward me, a gloved finger tipping my chin higher before it trailed along my jawline. “I want to see how strong that jaw of yours really is from all that gum smacking you do.”
I batted my eyelashes. “Does my mouth keep you up at night, cowboy?”
He ran a thumb over my lower lip, and I fought the urge to nip at it. “Fuck, I wish it did.”
Forgetting about the remaining water and ice on the ground, I shifted so that I was on my knees, perched with my breasts pressed together and my eyes big and beady.
There was no resisting this. Hell, I couldn’t stop thinking of the man.
Maybe I was still annoyed with him for putting my best friend in a situation where she was in danger, but even I couldn’t deny I was attracted to him.
How was the entire world not attracted to this man?
He had those perfectly sized muscles and tan arms from working outside all the time.
A big, blazing smile, messy brunet hair, a laugh that made not only my ears perk, but also my pussy.
Which should be embarrassing, honestly, but I couldn’t help it.
I think that’s why I tried to hate him, because how dare he make my body betray me like this without even really trying?
My hand ran up his leg, my movements slow so I didn’t seem too eager. I needed him to think I was doing this to appease him when really, it was his cock in my mouth that’d likely be my undoing.
In my peripheral, his fists clenched again, his restraint wavering with each inch my hand got closer to his bulge.
Once I reached it, I placed a firm palm over it, stroking upwards.
“Is this what you dream about?” My voice came out soft, curious, but laced with seduction.
He stared down at me, not answering.
That was fine. He was in denial. That made two of us.
My other hand came up to undo his belt, the buckle falling away before I got to work on the button and zipper. Once his jeans were undone, I pulled his pants and underwear down so his cock sprang free. My fingers wrapped tightly around the base, the tip so close to my lips.
“You’re speechless, I get it. I tend to make a lot of men lose their train of thought.”
My lips parted and my tongue lapped at the head of his cock, savoring the salty taste from the bead of moisture that had built.
As if some feral need overtook him, his hand fisted in my hair and he thrust forward, his cock parting my lips and hitting the back of my throat.
Not expecting it, my eyes watered, a gag forcing my hands to his thighs as I braced myself.
“You don’t know speechless, McKenna.” He held his position as I tried to calm my reflex. I wasn’t usually one to gag, but the unexpectedness of how quickly it escalated caught me off guard. “Now show me how strong your jaw really is. Prove to me it’s good for something other than talking.”
Taking his instruction, I breathed through my nose, calming myself enough to hollow out my cheeks and suck.
He kept his grip on my hair but gave me the room to move.
My lips coasted over the head of his cock, and then I was swallowing it whole again, my tongue flat against the underside as I flexed my throat against his length, no gag coming this time.
Austin hissed in a breath, eyes heating behind his mask. “Jesus, McKenna.”
I did the same movement over and over again, picking up my pace with each pass.
One of my hands reached up to cup his balls, but I wasn’t gentle.
He didn’t get gentle from me. Not as I let my teeth graze the delicate skin, his cock twitching in response.
My hand was punishing as it squeezed him, but he seemed to like it.
He let out a curse that sounded more like pain than pleasure as I tightened my grip, and I pulled my mouth off of him, letting drool slide down my chin. His eyes lit with feral need at the sight of it.