8. 8 ADRIAN
8 ADRIAN
After I secure Mckenna to the bed with soft cuffs, I leave her and check my email.
Still unable to shut off my brain, I do a quick twenty-minute workout on the treadmill, and then I cool down, running through everything that has happened since leaving Club Lust.
The interrogation.
I could have been harder on her, but I wanted to see if she would soften up to me, and she did.
I thought if I was gentle to her, like enticing a small bird to eat, she’d have her guard down and let something slip about Davis.
Because I have never believed that he was innocent.
But the business isn’t why I can’t sleep.
Coming back into my bedroom, I pause, looking at Mckenna asleep on the mattress.
She’s twisting and turning, moaning softly in her sleep, and I wonder what she’s dreaming about.
The look on her face when I took her through the day I metaphorically blew up MM Industries was so raw and painful that it twisted my heart.
But I have to steel myself against her and any feelings I might have had for her, once upon a time.
The way her face is all slack with sleep, the hardness of her expression for me gone, makes me remember when I asked her about senior prom.
Even though her family was well ensconced with all the other rich sobs, there was something about Mckenna that always kept her apart from the other girls. She never ran with the mean girl crowd that my sister Ava did.
Mckenna kept to herself. She was smart and always had a line of kids, including myself, asking for her help in chemistry or algebra.
I sit on the end of the bed, my foot rubbing against her soft calf.
I can remember how she looked, her hair in a messy braid, trailing over her shoulder, holding a stack of books to her chest.
“Hey, Mckenna,” I leaned against the wall, trying to be casual.
But my heart was jumping around like a trapped wild animal.
I was popular. On the football team and the volleyball team.
My parents were always on the news, and everyone knew who I was.
This was the third time I was going to ask Mckenna out.
Even though some of my buddies would laugh at me for bringing a girl two years younger to my senior prom.
“Adrian.”
She glanced up, her big green eyes startled, as if it were a surprise to find me there. Her gaze landed on something behind me, and she took a step back, her back brushing against the window in the hallway.
“My senior prom is coming up.”
“Yeah, I saw that,” Mckenna gestured to the poster on the wall and bit her lip.
“I know we’re having dinner at your parents’ house tomorrow.”
“I know. My mom wanted to have it on Sunday, but your sister has a performance.”
“Yeah, she always gets in the way of the best plans,” I smiled at her, wanting to reach out and taste her lips covered in a sparkly gold gloss.
“Guess that’s the fun of having a younger sister,” Mckenna kept looking everywhere and I placed a hand on her shoulder.
She jumped. “Adrian?”
“Do you want to go to prom with me?”
“Oh. I…” her face flushed. She looked down at my shoes, and I knew that she was going to say no.
“It’s fine, Mckenna. Don’t worry about it,” I backed off. “You won’t do anything good for my rep, anyway.”
She frowned and looked like she was going to say something, but I turned my back to her just as the bell rang and went on with the day as if my heart wasn’t shattered again by Mckenna Moran.
Now, Mckenna turns in her sleep onto her back. Her breasts are soft and perky. I look at her areola, which is a slightly darker shade than the rest of her skin.
I want to touch her and caress her.
What happened to her and her mother was awful, but there was no way to protect them from it, not without alerting Mckenna’s father, and it had reached the point where I had tried to do everything I could.
I had planned to help them after the cloud cleared and the charges against Mckenna’s father were laid.
But everything spiraled out of control.
I’m a control freak. I hate when I can’t predict someone’s next move because it leaves me unprepared.
I never thought that Mckenna and her mother would run away to Detroit. I don’t know what I expected them to do when the authorities arrived.
That’s not true. I know exactly what I wanted her to do.
I wanted Mckenna to pick up the phone and call me for help.
Fury rolls through me, making me grind my teeth.
Why couldn’t this woman do something sensible for once?
She can’t say no to me now.
Before I talk myself out of it, I’m sliding to the floor next to Mckenna on her mattress. I’m touching her breasts, squeezing them gently. Her nipples harden against my palm.
She moans, parting her perfect lips. She grabs the blanket and tries to pull it around her, but I cover her with my body, breathing in her scent, being comforted by her familiarity.
Because I had missed her these past twelve months.
I had missed her dropping into the office with a request to save a mare from the slaughterhouse again or her homemade chocolate sweet rolls.
I brush my lips against her neck, tracing the diamond birthmark. I can’t believe she is here with me.
My cock is half hard as I bring her sleeping body to me, thinking I want to hold her because while she sleeps, I can let myself be softer with her.
I can caress her, take care of her, and protect her in ways that I can’t do when she’s awake.
When she’s awake, I have to keep my defenses up because she hurt me once, and I need to make sure she knows that isn’t acceptable.
No matter my feelings for her, I can’t let her destroy the future I am building.
But my cock doesn’t care about the logic, and before I can stop myself, I am pushing down my sweats. My hand is slipping between her thighs, inching to her soft folds.
Her chest rises and falls. She must be exhausted from the evening’s events, and that suits me fine. I hope she stays asleep so I can indulge and explore her without feeling the anger I do toward her when she’s awake.
She moans but doesn’t wake as I slide a finger along her labia.
Her skin is so delicate, so soft. I stoke her warm folds, feeling her clit harden under my touch.
I press my lips to her neck.
Spreading her labia lips apart, I slide two fingers into her opening, scissoring them.
My cock throbs.
Still asleep, Mckenna’s legs flop to either side, giving me more access.
I kiss her shoulder. She makes a soft little gasp as I brush my lips down her arm while I finger fuck her.
The sight of her legs open for me does something to me. It flicks a switch in my brain that chants, “Mine.”
Mckenna doesn’t know it yet, but there’s no way I’ll let her go.
Even if I can’t forgive her, I’ll make her suffer for what she did to me over and over until I have no anger left. By the way her body responds to me in her slumber, I know she can take it.
My fingers are wet and slippery, covered in her juices.
Her head lolls back against the pillow, and her hips arch up to meet the pressure of my hand. I keep my fingers working in her pussy, feeling her wetness coat my digits.
I lean over and take her sweet nipple into my mouth. She lets out a long sigh as my tongue rolls around it.
All the blood rushes to my cock because the taste of her nipple is so damn good, and I can enjoy it while she is silent with sleep, not having to remember the hatred I feel for her.
She moans, and her body tenses. I think she’s going to wake up, so I come off her nipple and watch her face.
Her eyes stay closed, and she turns as if reaching for something. Her arm flings out across my chest.
I take her other nipple into my mouth and give it a long suck.
And it’s like the best hard candy I’ve ever had in my mouth.
She pulsates around my fingers. I keep moving them, wondering if I can make her orgasm while she’s asleep.
She moans again, a high-pitched sound I hadn’t heard from her before and closes her legs hard on my hand.
I nudge them open with my foot, and dammit, I want to be in her pussy.
I want to pound her while she’s asleep. I want to let myself imagine what life could have been if she said yes to me at least once in our long history together.
Sitting up, I straddle her, bracing my weight on my arms, as I kiss her neck, brush my lips along the dip between her cleavage.
My cock is pulsating. I can’t wait to sink into her sweet pussy and empty of my seed into her.
Slowly, I sink into her, inch by inch. I want to pound her so hard the walls shake, but I don’t want to wake her. Oh, damn. She is fucking heaven. I can’t help but thrust, slowly, biting back a groan of pleasure, as her cunt takes all of me, so deep, so good.
“Mckenna!” I groan out her name. Her eyes open at that moment, she mumbles, still almost asleep.
“Adrian?” she reaches for me, grasping my biceps.
“Shush, hellion. You’re sleeping.”
“You feel too real to be a dream.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock like it never wants to let go. I thrust, rocking deep in her hot pussy.
“If you were awake, would I do this?”
And like I’ve wanted to, from the very first moment I entered that dressing room at Club Lust, I kiss her pretty mouth.
She responds with a soft whimper, and I thrust, long and deep.
Her tongue meets mine. I’m gone. I know this is dangerous. This woman can’t get anywhere near my heart, but I can’t resist her.
She moans into my mouth. I tangle my tongue with hers, demanding that she open more, unable to take this slow pace anymore. I pound into her.
Mckenna grabs me, her fingers stabbing my neck. Her eyes close again, and I am so deep in her, so damn sated, that I feel like I am dreaming.
“How does it feel to be fucked awake by my cock, hellion?” Sweat breaks out on my back.
The high-pitched breathy sounds she is making are sweet music to my ears, and I can’t hold back much.
“Oh! Adrian, your cock feels good.” Her eyes flicker open for a second, bright green jewels meeting mine.
It sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “Fuck, hellion. You’re so tight. I’m going to come in your needy cunt.”
“Oh, you feel…ahhh.” Her body suddenly becomes tense, her hips rise against mine with force.
“How do I feel, hellion?”
She loops her arms over my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin.
“Fuck you.”
I skim my hand between us, finding her breast. I squeeze her nipple frantically, wanting her to hurt.
“What was that, hellion?”
“Fuck you, Sir!” Mckenna screams as I pinch her nipple, twisting it and pulling it to the ceiling.
“I’m going to come so hard and deep inside you that my cum is going to cover every inch of your pussy. What do you think of that?” I’m breathing out the words as I rock.
“I don’t know. Can you go harder? I can barely feel you.” The smirk she gives me is like kryptonite.
“Brat.” I lean down and bite her shoulder. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she screams, but I keep my teeth sunk into her flesh. Her skin tastes clean with a hint of my body wash. “Fuck you, Sir.” Her legs wrap tighter around me.
I lick the bite mark and shift slightly. “You’re so wet. You want this, don’t you?”
“It’s what I signed on for,” Mckenna says.
And that sparks a new wave of fury through my system. My balls feel like they are going to burst, but I bury myself in her even more and pound into her with the anger I feel for her.
My rage penetrates the air.
I’m thrusting and grunting, and then I’m finding her mouth. My lips slant against hers. She whimpers at the contact.
My balls are so tight, I can’t wait another second, but she tightens even more around my hard length, and her eyes pierce mine as if she’s daring me to take her.
But I want her to come first. I need her to come before I do, because I want to take this orgasm from her. I want her to know that I can command her body, even if she doesn’t like it.
I thrust so hard, Mckenna shifts on the mattress.
“Adrian! Fuck.”
“I feel good, don’t I, hellion? My big cock feels so good in your pussy that you’re going to come for me right now.”
“Yes! Your big cock feels so good,” she murmurs the words. Her nails dig into my shoulder, scratching a trail down my back.
A flush spreads up her neck, and I feel the moment the orgasm tows her under. She grabs at my shoulders, thrusting her head back, exposing the long column of her neck.
I lean down and nibble it, marking her there.
She cries out, a long, keening sound that bounces off the walls and that ramps up my need.
“I’m coming right now!” I come so hard, emptying into her heat with such force that I see stars.
I’m breathing hard as I brush my lips against hers. “Good hellion.”
“Did that really happen?” Her words come out thickly.
“Oh yes, Mckenna.” And I can only be so distant because I can’t help but wrap my arms around her, cocooning her body against mine. “Sleep now, because your nightmare continues tomorrow.” I can’t help but smirk as I think of what will happen to my beautiful, luscious enemy tomorrow.