Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Willa melted under his touch.
His mouth was warm and so, so soft. That big hand that threw a ball and pushed huge men aside cupped her face gently yet possessively.
And that was the thing about Decker McKenna. He was grumpy, hard, and cold. But at the very same time, he was sweet, generous, and—underneath that stony facade—deeply caring.
And now, she knew why. As a child, his needs were ignored. He was lonely, isolated, and no one looked out for him. But he found a way to suppress his pain by obsessing over numbers. His life became about stats and breaking records.
Understanding him was her downfall. Because now, he was so much more than a road trip buddy.
She was crazy about him.
His hand moved to her neck, wrapping it in a light cuff. A gentle kiss flamed into hunger, and her blood went hot, surging high and fast. Her hand pressed the back of his head with a firm message. Don’t stop.
Don’t cut and run on me.
Every time they got too close, he shut down. Please, not this time. Not when her hands itched to travel the hard planes and valleys of his muscular body. When the pulse between her legs demanded release. If he pulled away, she would die.
But he surprised her by sliding a hand under her ass and giving her cheek a hearty squeeze before dragging her down until she was flat on her back. He pulled her toward him, their bodies pressed together, her hips rocking against his very hard erection.
If she just stayed quiet, if she didn’t do anything to break the spell, maybe he’d relieve this ache spreading through her like a fever.
He slid a hand under her T-shirt, skimming up until he reached her breasts. “Take off that bra. Been dying to taste you.” When he pulled back, his lids were heavy with lust.
She pulled up the shirt and tossed it, and before she could reach behind, his fingers were already unclasping it with a deft flick. The straps sagged, and he peeled the cups away, exposing her nipples to the cool evening air.
That big, calloused hand cupped her breast, and his hot, wet mouth covered her nipple.
He licked with such greed, her head tipped back, and sensation washed over her.
Despite the desire rampaging through her body, she felt so free, so…
wild. “God, Decker.” The urgency in her voice made him squeeze lustily, and he pressed kisses down her belly.
His fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties and dipped into the heat between her legs. When he brushed her clit with his thumb, her hips shot off the mattress, and he swallowed her cries with a kiss so ravenous she clamped her hands behind his neck and held him tightly to her.
His knee shifted like he might move closer, but he hissed in a breath.
In getting carried away, they’d both forgotten about his ankle.
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. He just deepened the kiss and pumped his fingers into her throbbing core while his thumb circled her clit.
The lick of his tongue, the rasp of his shirt on her sensitive nipple, and the heightening tension sent her into a whole other realm.
She lost herself in his touch, his hunger, and his masculine scent.
Desire rose to a crescendo so intense her skin tingled, and the tension grew unbearable. She never wanted to lose this feeling of hovering on the edge of relief.
“I want to taste you so bad,” he murmured. “When I get this boot off, I’m fucking feasting on you.”
And that was all it took to set her free. She burst into a weightless bright, white universe glittering with silver stars. “Decker,” she cried, clutching his back and pumping her hips. It was so good, so delicious, she never wanted it to end.
One climax after another hit, and she didn’t know when she’d ever felt such bliss.
When her bottom settled back on the mattress, he kissed her and rolled onto his back. His cock strained against his jeans, and he palmed it. “I should get the pie.”
But just as he started to get up, she pulled on his shoulder and knocked him back down.
Locking eyes with him, she unbuttoned his jeans.
His pained but desperate expression only fueled her hunger.
She reached beneath the waistband of his boxers and grasped his very hard, hot cock.
Everything about his man was big, solid, powerful, and it thrilled her.
She gave him a light pump, just to get the feel of him, and circled her thumb around the smooth, silky head. When he hissed in a breath, she knew she had to taste him. But she knew enough about his past to hesitate—just for a fraction of a second.
He caught on instantly. “Got tested five days ago. I’d never put you at risk.”
She believed him, and that was all she needed to release her doubts and submit to her desire. The moment she flicked her tongue over the head, he shuddered and gave her a hard, pointed look. Don’t tease. She smiled right before sucking him deep into her mouth.
His back arched, his fingers curled into fists, and his body shuddered.
Oh, yeah.
As her tongue traced the ridge and throbbing vein, she gripped him at the base and stroked him. She loved the feel of him swelling in her mouth, loved the way his hand clamped on the back of her head when she sucked him in hard. His hips pumped, thrusting himself deeper, as he groaned.
The cool night air washed over her, and dusk faded into darkness.
This moment was surreal—she’d been sure she could never have this kind of connection with him, that she’d spend her life imagining—so to be pressed skin to skin, to hear him losing his mind…
she just…she’d never felt so sensually alive.
Her free hand slid under his shirt and skimmed his belly, his chest, tracing the carved lines of muscle beneath warm skin, and when she reached his nipple, she pinched.
His ass jerked up, and he cried out, his head shifting restlessly.
Watching this controlled, disciplined man lose his mind was the biggest turn on of her life.
“Not gonna last. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better pull off.”
Oh, but she did. She wanted all of him. Every single thing he had. She wanted to consume him, absorb him. They might only have a few weeks together, but she’d take as much of him as she could before they went back to their separate worlds.
She would never forget this time with a handsome quarterback who’d shown her the beauty of true connection.
She sucked harder and met his reckless thrusts. He fisted the blanket, his hips twisted and writhed, and his neck arched as he cried out, “Mother-fucker-holy shit-good god.” When the vein beneath her tongue thickened, she was ready for him.
With his release, his whole body jerked, and he thrust deeply into her mouth.
He cried out, lost completely in the pleasure she gave, and it made her feel powerful, sexy, and stripped down to the truest version of herself.
When his ass hit the cushion and his body relaxed, she released him and collapsed against his side.
Together, they lay on their backs, staring up at the star-studded sky. “I didn’t expect that.”
“I did.”
“What does that mean?” She turned to study his profile. “You’ve kept me at arm’s length this whole time.”
“That’s when I thought we were both leaving. Now, we’re both in town for a few weeks, and Wills, I am going to get my fill of you.”
When Willa woke up on Monday morning, she checked the clock. Finally. It might be a little early, but she couldn’t wait another minute. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she called Finlay.
“Ugh.” Her friend sounded sleepy. “What time is it?”
“Are you done doing matrimonial things? Can our friendship resume?”
Because I slept with Decker McKenna.
Well, not literally.
But it was the best sex of my entire life.
Finlay laughed. “Oh, believe me, that ended the moment we walked in the door last night. All the McKenna men were here—well, not Decker—but the other guys made a blanket fort. Scratch that. They constructed a blanket, sheet, towel, and rug city. There were tunnels and private rooms. Even a look-out post. It took up the entire downstairs.”
“That sounds awesome. Did you guys sleep in it?” Water rushed through pipes, letting her know Decker was up.
“We totally did. After they all left, we brought in pillows and blankets and watched a movie. It was so much fun. But honestly, you try sleeping with a seven-year-old and a husband who both sprawl like starfish.”
The image made Willa’s heart so full. Growing up, Finlay’s parents had never really been there for her. She’d always felt so alone. Now, she had everything she’d ever dreamed of.
“I wish I could’ve had more time with you. You got back to New York last night?” Her friend yawned. “Wait, shouldn’t you be in meetings all day? Your case started this morning, right?”
“I took a leave of absence.”
And I put Decker’s wiener in my mouth.
She wanted to tell her so badly.
“Oh, no. What happened? Hang on.” Finlay murmured to someone, then came back on the line. “I told Jude to get Cody breakfast. Girl, we need to talk. And start from when you told Nate you were ready for more. I don’t think you’d be taking a leave if you were blissfully partnered up with Law Man.”
“Uh, no. Not even close. Because he’s engaged.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yep. To my sister.”
“What are you even talking about? No way.” She exhaled into the phone. “Man, a girl gets married and misses out on everything. Are you all right?”
“It was a rough day, but the hardest part wasn’t about Nate. It was that my mom knew what was going on and didn’t give a rat’s ass about my feelings. She basically said, ‘They’re a better match. Get over it.’”
“What the hell? Oh, Wills, I’m so sorry. This is awful. I don’t understand that woman at all. Are you okay?”
Better than okay because my body’s still humming from last night. “I am. Maybe it’s a good thing. For the first time, I’m seeing my mom for who she is.”
“But it’s so hurtful. Wait, how did you keep that from me the entire time we were getting ready for the wedding?”