Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5) (49 page)

Give me all you got girl.

And I’ll give you all of me.

Her arms snaked around my waist as I tried to find the key, causing me to stop what I was doing and glance down at her dainty fingers that splayed against me stomach. I laid my hand over hers and turned the key, taking her hand I pulled her around me and lifted her into my arms. I kicked the door open and carried her into the house.

I thought I had it all figured out.

I figured I had the good, lost it and never would have it again.

But I had nothing until I had everything.

Until I had her.

I didn’t bother turning on the lights as I kicked the door close and started straight for the stairs, to the bedroom that was now ours because there was no way in hell I was letting her leave me now. She’d move in with, paint every room in this house a crazy color, but this was her home now.

I was her home.

And she was mine.

I sat her down on the foot of the bed and took a step backwards.

“We’ll talk,” I started, shrugging my leather jacket off. “We’ll talk until there is nothing left to say but not now.”

She unzipped her jacket and drew the sleeves down her arms.

“Not now,” she agreed.

“I need a quick shower,” I groaned, staring at her mouth as she wet her lips with her tongue.

“Go,” she ordered. “You have five minutes.”

I let out a laugh as she pulled out the rubber band that was holding her hair back, letting her hair fall in waves around her face.

“Blackie, you keep staring at me like that and I’ll take your five minutes away. The only reason I’m even agreeing to it is because I know you’re probably dying to take a shower in your own house.”

“Lots of things I’m dying to do, girl,” I hissed, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt over my head. “Got a lot of time to make up for.”

“Shower. Now.” She demanded, pointing her finger toward the bathroom, then her eyes zeroed in on my chest and her hand dropped. “When did you get that?” she asked, stood from the bed and walked over to me.

I glanced down at my chest and ran my fingers over the music notes that covered my left pec.

“Before I went away,” I revealed, dropping my hands to my jeans and continued to undress, drawing the zipper down.

She stepped closer, brushing away my hands and forcing them to my sides.

“Why music notes?” She asked as traced the ink on my chest.

“To remind me of a dance I had with the girl I love…,” I dipped my eyes to the tattoo. “…to a song I never knew existed until she asked me to dance with her.”

“Leather and lace,” she whispered, lifting her eyes to mine.

“Love you, Lace,” I murmured, bending my head to cover her mouth with mine.

It took all the self-control I could muster up inside of me to pull away from her, knowing when I let myself take her there would be no end in sight.

She moaned as my teeth grazed her lower lip.

“Blackie.”

“Five minutes,” I promised, releasing her lip before I turned around and walked straight into the bathroom.

“Three!” She shouted from behind the door.

I laughed as I turned on the water and took the quickest shower of my life. Tomorrow I’d take one for an hour and enjoy the little things like showering in the comfort of my own house and not a fucking federal prison.

Tonight I’d enjoy the bigger things, like fucking my girl, making up for every night I couldn’t.

I opened the door and walked into the bedroom, stopping dead in my tracks when I spotted Lacey in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a sheet tucked under her arms.

“You were longer than five minutes,” she pointed out, cocking her head to the side as her hair fell over one shoulder.

“We got all night, girl,” I said, walking toward the bed. “All night, every night, forever.”

She smiled as she raised herself up on her knees, hugging the sheet over her breasts.

“Lose the towel,” she ordered.

“Lose the sheet,” I demanded as I brought my hand to the knot hanging low on my waist.

I watched as she drew her lip between her teeth and diverted her eyes to my waist, walking on her knees to the edge of the bed as she clutched the sheet to her chest. I took another step, my knees hit the edge of the mattress and just as I reached for the sheet she reached for my towel.

She threw her head back and laughed, swinging the towel in the air, claiming victory.

But the victory was all mine because the sheet fell from her body, exposing the body I have been dreaming about, night after night. Her laughter died when I reached out and grabbed her hips.

“God, you’re perfect,” I muttered, bending my head to press my mouth against her shoulder blade. “So, fucking perfect,” I growled against her skin.

Her hands snaked around my neck as my mouth crossed her collar bone and kissed her other shoulder. I worked my hands up her sides until they found the sides of her tits. I bent my knees, bringing myself eye-level with them, taking one erect nipple between my teeth.

Lacey’s nails dug into my neck as I tugged on her nipple before flicking my tongue over the sensitive flesh.

“I like that,” she gasped. “Give me more,” she demanded.

I moved to her other breast, rolled the puckered nipple between my fingers, tugging on it before I dropped my head and sucked it into my mouth.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “So good.”

I released her nipple, straightening up and let out a groan as my cock brushed against her stomach.

“Lay back,” I growled. “And spread your legs.”

She did as she was told, playing with her tits as she laid her back against the mattress and spread her legs as wide as she could. I wormed my way between her legs, spreading her pussy, coating my fingers with her wetness.

I had gone straight to hell, got myself kicked out and came home to the sweetest heaven known to man.

“Missed this,” I growled, as my fingers pressed against her clit and sent her squirming beneath me. Her hips arched, her body begging for more as a moan escaped her lips. I removed my fingers and peered up at her as I trailed the same two fingers up the center of her body, to her mouth.

Her lips parted, and she took my fingers into her mouth, sucking what was left of her off them.

Fucking lucky.

So, fucking lucky.

I pulled my fingers back and charged them into her tight cunt.

“That’s a girl,” I rasped as she clenched around my fingers making me work to slide them in and out of her.

That tight cunt was all mine.

Only man to get inside that heaven.

Her hips lifted off the mattress and rotated against my hand.

“Get it, girl, work for it baby,” I said, letting her pussy take my hand and work it to her advantage. I fisted my cock with my free hand, stroking the beast as she quickened the pace of her hips, riding my hand until she came.

“Give it to me, girl, work that pussy,” I commanded.

“Keep talking, dirty,” she pleaded, as she brought both hands up and threaded her fingers through her hair. Her tits bounced up and down with every thrust of her hips, driving me fucking crazy. I hadn’t fucked in months and if she kept at it, this shit would end real fast.

“Let me pull my fingers out of your cunt and give you my mouth.”

“More,” she yelled, shaking her head from side to side, detangling her fingers from her hair to grab her tits.

What a fucking sight.

No dream compared.

I ripped my fingers from her pulsing cunt and bent my head to her bare pussy glistening with her arousal and licked her up and down before flicking my tongue over her clit.

“Goddamn it yes, Blackie, give it to me,” she pleaded. “Give me all of you.”

Always, girl.

Until the day I die.

My teeth grazed the bundle of nerves and her hips bucked as she began to slowly ride my mouth, quickly finding a rhythm that suited her. Her hands found the back of my head and pressed my face against her cunt.

“That’s my girl, take it,” I hissed against her heat before diving back into her.

And I’ll keep giving it.

“I’m going to come again,” she panted. “Oh God.”

Cover me girl.

I was going to lose my fucking mind if I didn’t get some kind of relief. My dick felt like a piece of steel between my legs that was going to explode any minute.

Patience.

Take what she’s giving.

My tongue lapped at her as she came down from the orgasm, her legs spread wider and her back dropped back down onto the mattress.

“Oh that was so good,” she exclaimed breathless. I pushed back on my knees and took a deep breath as I watched her chest rise and fall. I grabbed my cock, wiped the pre-come on the head of my cock before lifting my eyes to hers.

“If I don’t fuck you now I’m going to explode,” I huffed, groaning as I watched her move onto her knees.

“I want to be on top,” she expressed.

I fucking loved that she wasn’t shy in the bedroom, demanding what she wanted of me and taking it. I rolled over onto my back and slapped my hands against my thighs.

“Get on,” I urged.

She smiled as she straddled me, teasing my cock by rubbing her pussy against it.

“I’m not going to last that long if you keep doing that, girl,” I grunted.

She leaned forward, her lips hovering over mine as her eyes found mine.

“Kiss me,” she whispered. “I dreamt of your kisses every night I didn’t have you with me,” she revealed.

I reached for her face, cupping her cheeks and brought her mouth down to mine. She moaned into my mouth as I pried her lips apart and slid my tongue inside her.

Taste good, girl?

That’s all you.

I got drunk on that taste.

I got high on that taste.

Now it’s your turn.

She reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock and guided it to her cunt before she lifted herself only to lower herself onto my cock, taking inch by inch until she was stretched and full.

God, girl.

She tore her mouth from mine, splayed her palms flat against my chest and worked her hips, riding my cock like she was a fucking jockey.

Christ, what the fuck happened to little miss innocent.

Me.

Let’s ride, girl.

I grabbed her ass and pushed off the mattress, charging my cock into her repeatedly before she slammed my back onto the mattress and shook her head.

“This is all me,” she purred. “You just lay back and let me welcome you home babe,” she whispered, lifting off me. “Look down, watch me take your cock and know I’m going to be taking it for the rest of our lives.”

Dead.

I was fucking dead.

“Look!” She shouted as she lowered herself onto me, forcing me to watch my cock disappear inside of her.

She took my hands and placed them on her tits.

“Watch me fuck you, Blackie,” she hissed, as she rotated her hips and leaned forward, finding friction as she rubbed her clit against my pelvic bone. I reached up and took her nipple into my mouth before she pushed me down again and quickened her pace. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed a hold of her ass while she worked me over.

Her hair stuck to her face and her breath came out in short pants as her tits bounced in my face. I lost my fucking mind and felt my release threaten to explode.

I gritted my teeth and tried to hang onto it a little longer.

“Fuck me, girl. You’re so goddamn pretty when you’re riding my cock,” I growled. “Shit, I’m going to lose it, Lace,” I warned.

“Give it to me,” she hissed. “Fucking give it to me, Blackie…I can’t hold it anymore,” she cried.

I grunted, as her pussy constricted around my cock and grabbed her hips and pulled her off me before slamming her down on me once…twice…three times.

She screamed out as I let go of her hips and came inside of her. Her sweet cunt took every drop I gave before she collapsed on top of me.

“Welcome home, babe,” she breathed, dropping her head against my chest. I was half dead but wrapped one arm around her, squeezed her tightly, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you,” I whispered against her hair. “Look at me,” I commanded. She lifted her head off my chest and stared back at me.

So pretty.

I reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears before cupping her face with my palms.

“Thank you…,” I repeated hoarsely. “…for showing me how to smile again. I’m not grateful for much in this world, but I’ll thank God every day, for the rest of my life, you came into the clubhouse that day and forced me to look at you, to see you, my angel, the same girl who has been right in front of me for years. You stuck with me, girl, saw me through the ugly and gave me the good I thought I’d never see.”

She smiled at me.

And I knew that smile was my saving grace.

She opened her mouth to speak but I quickly placed my index finger to her lips.

“Not done yet,” I told her, removed my finger and leaned forward to press my lips to hers because I couldn’t stare at that mouth and not claim it every single time.

“Thank you, for loving me and helping me rewrite my life,” I rasped.

“Your story,” she corrected, swallowing hard before she reached for my face and leaned her forehead against mine. “Our story,” she decided. “And there are so many blank pages left for us to scribe.”

“Our story,” I agreed, closing my eyes momentarily before opening them and staring into the dark eyes that owned my soul. “You want a preview of what those blank pages will say?”

“Oh, you know think you know the way it ends?”

“Never ends, girl,” I whispered. “Even after the ink is dry and all the pages are full, they’ll still be a place where our story is told. I’m not much for the afterlife but I know without a shadow of a doubt this thing you and I are writing doesn’t end because the pages run out or time for that matter…it keeps going. The story goes on long after we’ve said our final goodbyes, it lives on in the eyes of the kids we’ll make together.”

“Kids?” She croaked.

“A house full,” I confirmed with a quirk of my lips. “I got big plans for us,” I added, winking at her as her smile spread even wider.

Those pages are going to be full of her smile. They’ll tell the story of a man and woman who stuck by each other’s side. A woman who breathed life into a man and a man who kept her safe. I’d be the man that kept my angels halo shining.