20. 20 ADRIAN
20 ADRIAN
Her lips against mine feel so damn perfect. I kiss her heatedly, working my hands in her soft hair, loving the feel of her against my body. I don’t know how I have lived without touching this woman. Her breathy noises urge me to kiss her deeper, twirling her hair lightly around my fingertips. I kiss her until her lips are swollen under mine, then break off the kiss. Mckenna places her hand on my thigh as I drive the golf cart behind the main property.
I make the thing go as fast as I can because all I want to do is ravish Mckenna.
“Adrian! You’re going to make us crash!” She grabs my arm, her laughter so intoxicating I can’t help the silly grin on my face.
“You’re safe with me, hellion.” I turn up the paved road that leads to the cottage and bring the golf cart safely to a stop.
“Time to eat.”
“I enjoyed the ride,” Mckenna grins.
I help her off the golf cart and thread her fingers through mine. We stride up the cobbled path to the wooden door of the cottage.
“This is a charming little cottage. Your director friend needs a side hustle?” Mckenna gives me the shyest smirk.
“He has people to manage the place for him, but he inherited this operation from an aunt. The place has such a good reputation he didn’t want to change it.”
“Why mess with a good thing?”
“Exactly.” I hold the wooden door open.
The interior is surprising, open, and airy, with equestrian photos hanging on the walls. You’d think it would look like antiquity from the outside, but the place is fresh and modern.
A woman with dark hair comes rushing over to us.
“You’re a little later than I thought, but that’s okay! We strive to accommodate all our guests. My name is Beth, and I’ll be looking after you this afternoon. Are you ready to eat? If not, you can walk around the gardens.”
“We’re ready to eat,” I reply, my gaze zeroing on Mckenna.
Beth claps her hands together. “I was hoping you’d go with that option! Come into the dining room. It’s all set up for you.”
We follow her into a dining room with an oval table and backless chairs. The floor-to-ceiling windows give us a view of the gardens, and we can see horses grazing in the pasture.
Mckenna strides over to the windows.
Watching the delight on her face, my hand curls into a fist. I feel a sharp pang of jealousy, which I try to brush off.
“I’ll be out with the appetizers in just a moment.” Beth gives us a nod and backs out of the room.
“You know one thing I’ve always admired about you, Mckenna?”
She turns, and the sun lights her hair to a deep reddish brown. She’s so gorgeous.
“You’ve always known exactly what you’ve wanted. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve talked about being a vet.”
Mckenna pushes her hair behind her ears. “I would have been finished by now.”
“I know.” I shove my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her, sensing that, at this moment, she wouldn’t welcome my touch. I don’t want her to take it because she’s bound by a contract.
I want her to come to me for my touch because she wants it.
Because she craves it.
“I don’t know where I would have been working, though. Here? Back home in Boston? I thought of going to Maine or Oregon.”
“I’m sorry.” The apology is out of my mouth before I can stop it.
“Are you?” She tips her head to the side, studying me.
“Mckenna, my whole life, I’ve been groomed to take over the business, told everything that my father did is my legacy to continue. When we found out that there was tampering with the mafia, what did you want me to do?”
“Talk to my father? Investigate?” She crosses her arms over her chest, and her nostrils flare.
I take a step closer to her. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but we did. For a year. I had accountants trace where the money was going, and your father was seen talking to a suspected mob member. I had to pull the plug while I could still salvage it.”
“In all of this, there are a lot of supposed to’s. But the Feds found no evidence of conspiring with the mafia. No evidence that my father talked to the people you said he did.”
That’s true because our video wasn’t of the best quality. It showed Davis in his hat and overcoat, but the man’s track record with money was damning against him.
“They didn’t find evidence of criminal activity, that’s true. But he is wanted for questioning. What we did find was enough not to trust him.”
“But he wasn’t formally detained,” Mckenna’s eyes flash with an anger that I want to soothe. “And you threw out decades of a working relationship.”
“I know this has been hard on you.”
Beth comes in with another staff member, their hands full.
“Sorry to interrupt!” Her cheery voice falls flat against the solid ice in the room.
“Thank you,” I smile at her. “Can I have a whiskey neat?”
“Of course! I am sorry I forgot to take your drink order.”
I trample down my annoyance, trying not to be bothered.
“Make it two,” Mckenna says.
“Coming right up!” Beth and the staff hurry away.
“Come eat, hellion.”
“Yes, Sir,” Mckenna stomps to the table, sitting across from me.
We stare at each other, ignoring the food in front of us. A staff member sets our drinks before us and closes the doors behind them.
“Remember when Ava wanted to quit competitive riding?” Mckenna throws back her drink in one swallow.
I grimace because all of my sister’s tantrums seem to be lodged in my brain. “Ava wanted to quit lots of times.”
“The time she threw a fit in the lobby of MM Industries?”
“The staff had gone, but our parents were there.” I can’t remember the occasion, but I know my father was annoyed that Ava wasn’t on time.
“Yeah. Your parents were taking us out for dinner. That’s when they won the award for Best Innovation but didn’t announce it to the press yet.”
“Yes, I had forgotten that. My mother always insisted on celebrating achievements privately before going public with the noise. That was quite a scene Ava had made. My mother was relieved the staff had gone home.”
My mind plays the memory like a movie in slow motion. Ava is standing in the lobby with her hands on her hips. She’s wearing a yellow dress. My father rushes to her as she screams at them. My mother, frustration written all over her face, as my father holds up a palm, placating her.
Mckenna’s mother rushes forward to try to help soothe the situation. My mom turns to Davis with an exasperated expression that she only has for my sister.
And I was off to the side, staring at Mckenna behind the receptionist’s desk, trying to stay out of the way.
“The reason she gave them was that horses were too dirty, and she was tired of getting her nails dirty. It was taking her too much time to clean them before practicing.”
“My mother tried to offer a compromise of having someone groom the horse for her.”
“That’s ridiculous. Horses need touch and connection. You build a bond by taking care of them.”
“What’s your point, Mckenna?” I grab her wrist, holding it firmly.
“My point is that we like different things. I like smelling of horses with hay in my hair. I want to come home feeling exhausted, with my bones aching, too tired to cook anything after looking after someone’s beloved pets all day. I want to throw a frozen dinner in the microwave and watch reality TV.”
“And you think I won’t like you with dirty nails?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I don’t know. Will you?” Her emerald eyes blaze with anger.
“I am not my father, Mckenna. It’s true I haven’t thought of doing life differently than expected of me, but you make me think of a different future. As long as you’re in that future, I can do anything. Even if it’s riding a horse or having dinner waiting for you when you get home. I told you, I want to be the stay-at-home dad.” I hold up a finger as she starts to protest. “Or the kept husband. I don’t care.”
And I’ve had enough of this talk. I lift out of my seat, grab her face, and kiss her. My mouth crashes over hers, hungry and needy. She whimpers but kisses me back. The blood rushes to my cock. “We won’t fight, Mckenna. And if I ever get angry with you, I’ll just spank you until I’m not.”
Her startled laugh is a sweet reward.
“I know we’re meant to be.” I rub her wrist in little circles where I had held it.
Mckenna looks away. I take a pastry bite and hold it to her mouth. “Open. You’re going to need your strength.”
She opens her lush lips and takes the morsel from my fingers.
It’s not that I think being together will be smooth sailing. I know my parents are going to question my decision. I know the pearl clutchers at home might have an opinion too, but for once, I’m doing what I want, not what obligation or legacy has dictated I must do.
Does that make me selfish?
Then fine, I’m selfish.
I know I can give Mckenna a good life, and we’ll be happy together.
We eat the rest of lunch, then pile back on the golf cart and drive to my car.
“This was nice, Adrian. Thank you,” she brushes her lips against my cheek.
My cock is throbbing because the sound of my name from her lips in that soft, breathy tone is one that I want to hear over and over again.
“I want to make you happy, Mckenna.” I hold open her door and then come around to mine.
“Home, Mr. McIntyre?”
“Yes,” I nod to my driver before settling into the back seat. I rest my hand on Mckenna’s leg, noticing she’s blinking back tears as we leave behind the horses.
“There are other stables.”
“Yeah.” She sounds like she’s going to cry, and I can’t stand that.
“Mckenna, you’ll be back with your horses soon.”
For a moment, I wonder if I should tell her that Penelope is okay, but I’m saving that for later in case I need to sway her opinion.
Is that a dirty trick?
I don’t care.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s back with me after I drop her off at Club Lust tonight.
“I know. I’m just thinking of Grace and why she didn’t contact me.”
This I can at least tell her. “Grace and Brett divorced.”
Her eyebrows rise to her hairline. “When?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. Not that long after MM Industries ceased to exist. I like her a lot.”
Mckenna smiles. “Yeah, she’s great.”
Grace is a stern taskmaster and the only person who has ever told off my sister.
“She and Brett had an amicable divorce from what I hear, and I think she’s ended up in Oregon.”
“She talked about that a lot,” Mckenna murmurs. “I need to stop thinking about the past.”
“I want you to think of the future,” My pulse races and I feel like a nervous schoolboy.
“I know,” Mckenna’s green gaze drifts to mine and my heart leaps.
“Our contract obligations are over tonight. I hope you’ve enjoyed our time together. Even if it’s been painful,” I smirk.
“I’ve liked everything you’ve done to me. I know that’s twisted.” She chews her lip, her eyes downcast.
The need to soothe her is so strong, I can’t resist it. “No, Mckenna. When you let go in your submission, it’s beautiful. Don’t think there is anything wrong with it. I think you liked it so much because, in the back of your mind, you knew you were safe with me.”
“Maybe,” she glances out the window. “Or maybe I just wanted you to hurt me, to turn my brain off.”
I cup her cheek in my palm. “Did it work?”
“Yes, until I thought about the past.”
My hand slides down her breast, over her flat stomach, to her waist. She spreads her legs without me even asking. “Good girl, hellion.”
“Please!!”
“Love hearing you ask for it.” My cock is as hard as iron. I brush my fingers along her folds, dipping against her clit. She’s so sweet. I bring my other hand up the path of her body to her neck.
“Open.”
“Yes, Sir,” she parts her lips, and I shove my fingers into her mouth. Her lips around my digits are soft and she’s gorgeous as she hollows her cheeks, taking my fingers further into her mouth.
“Mckenna, I want to make you suffer so much that you don’t ever think about the past.” She clamps her lips over my knuckles. “I’m going to have my way with you one last time.” I pull my fingers out of her mouth.
“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” she whines.
“Then don’t think, hellion,” I swipe my fingers back down between her breasts, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
Her eyes close and her soft breathy sounds are the best music. I give her other nipple the same treatment before brushing my fingertips over her stomach, back to her pussy.
I finger fuck her, hard and fast, my fingers quickly becoming slippery, coated with her juices. Through her sundress, I see her nipples peak.
“Grab your nipple.” Her fingers grasp her nipple through her dress. “Squeeze it for me, more. Even more.”
She whimpers and squirms, grasping her nipple firmly. The sight of her eyes wide, her breathing hollow, is delicious. Her pussy tightens like a vise around my fingers. “Very good. You please me so much, Mckenna. Are you needy enough to come right now?”
The car turns onto my street, and Mckenna rolls into my body. I stroke her tongue in the same rhythm as my fingers and feel her clench down. I notice her fingers have stopped squeezing her nipple, but I let it go because I know she is close. I want her surrender.
I want her to remember the power I can wield over her and how much she likes it.
If she leaves me tonight, I want her to think about this moment.
The way her eyes dilate and her pussy tightens on my hand tells me that she is so close.
I brush my lips against her temple. “I want you to want it so much that you beg for it.”
She moans around my fingers.
The car rolls into the curved driveway, coming to a stop.
I take my hand out of her mouth and wipe my saliva covered knuckles on the back of her cheek.
“Time to play,” I whisper against her ear.
She startles into a laugh.
My driver opens my door, and I come around her side and let her out.
Whistling as if I’m not desperate for this woman, I unlock the door and disable the alarm.
“Last few hours while we are bound by a contract where you are mine, strip Mckenna.”
She licks her lips, stares me right in the eyes, lifts the hem of her dress, and throws it at my face. Her hand clasps over her mouth as she giggles. I bunch the dress up, toss it over my shoulder. “Think you’re a funny girl?”
“Maybe.” tongue out at me. I stalk toward her, keeping my gaze on her pouty lips that are trying not to smile. I grab a fistful of her hair.
“Ow!”
Ignoring her protest, I unclip the front closure of her bra, freeing her breasts.
“Not so funny that you’re going to disobey, right, hellion?” I wrap her hair around my fist and pull upwards, so her throat is exposed. Then I lean down and graze it with my teeth, feeling her pulse jump as my lips brush her soft skin.
“No, Sir.”
“Good answer.” I suck her throat, lapping the bite mark with my tongue, feeling her pulse under my tongue. I want her now, but I’m going to play with her first.
I want to see what she’ll do in these last few moments when she’s wrung out emotionally.
There’s a huge part of me that wants to heap orgasms on her, and I will, but right now? I want to know how much she’ll fight to give me her submission.
Dropping her hair, I point to the floor. “Down, now.”
“Yes, Sir,” she bites her lips but lowers herself to the floor.
“Spread your knees further apart, hellion. Very pretty.” I kick my shoes off. “Put your hands behind your head.”
She glares at me, but follows the order. With her breasts thrust out like this, her body on display for me to look over without the simmering hatred of when she first arrived makes me salivate.
I walk around her in a circle. Stopping at her back, I lift my foot and drag it across her shoulder, around her breast, stopping at her tummy.
“Take off my sock for me.”
She swallows, but keeping her eyes down, she pulls off my sock, her fingers tremble.
“For the rest of our time together, this is how I want you, under me, Mckenna. Tell me, where do you want to be?”
Her eyes are dilated pools of green. “Wherever you want me, Sir.”
I rub my foot along her torso, stopping at the valley between her legs. “Correct answer.”
With the indrawn breath I watch the way all the tension leaves her body, I’m sure she’s slipped into an altered state of mind. “I can smell how wet you are.” Weaving my fingers through her hair, gripping it lightly, guiding her to her feet as I do. “What do you want?” I curse myself as the words leave my mouth because I take her out of the space.
Her eyes narrow, and her hand pushes against my chest.
“I don’t know. You. Freedom,” her tone raises and I need to soothe her, so I cup her face and press a gentle kiss to her mouth.
“I want to make you feel good and safe. I want to prove to you that I can take care of you.” My phone rings, and I curse, glancing at the number on the screen. “One moment.” I put the caller on hold. “Come with me.”
I take the stairs two at a time, knowing she is right behind me. In my closet, I find the rabbit vibe I want to use on her.
“Use this on yourself and get yourself ready. No coming until I come back. Got it?” She is still mine, still under contract, and I smirk as she realizes that.
She takes the vibe from my hand. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be waiting.”
“Perfect.” I caress her shoulders, press one more kiss to her birthmark, then stride out of the room, intent on taking care of business so I can get back to making her scream my name.