Finally (Mature Men, #3) (6 page)

He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Oh God. Even though I felt no evidence of his being aroused, just feeling his big, hard body so close to mine, made me burn with need. I returned his passionate kisses as my nipples tightened and my pussy pulsed. It seemed an age since I'd last had the pleasure of feeling Darkwater's thick cock powering so deep and so deliciously into me.

My pussy ached and I wanted a hard, hot meaningless fuck. I mindlessly rubbed myself against his groin.

Within moments, I felt the unmistakable stirring of his cock. And I wanted to feel it inside my pussy. Reaching my hand between our bodies, I pressed my palm over his groin, rubbing and massaging him.

He responded by whirling me around. The next thing I knew, we were inside my apartment with the door closed, and my ass bumping the wall as he kissed me.

Still raining hot, burning kisses on my mouth, he gripped my hips and ground himself against me until the length and hardness of his erection signaled his readiness to fuck me.

With my pussy flooding, I struggled with his zipper until I managed to slide it down. Then I eagerly pushed my hand inside his pants, into the slit in his underwear, and closed my eager fingers around his cock. Oh, hell. I pumped him, rubbing my thumb over his cockhead. He was thick, hard, and already leaking pre-cum.

Shocked by the realization that I wanted him to push his bare cock into me, I attempted to rein in my desire. But just feeling him pulsing against my fingers drove me into the dark heat of sexual lust and made nonsense of all thought of loyalty to Janine.

I eased his cock out of his briefs and pants so it protruded in front of his body. Then I reached my other hand down to massage his ball sac.

Breathing deeply, he pushed my dress up and my panties aside.

Seconds later, I felt his fingers sliding along my slit before pushing into my wet pussy. Sucking on my tongue, he pushed in deeper.

I moaned and eagerly fucked my pussy on his fingers. I was soon lost in a wave of need. It wasn't until he'd withdrawn his fingers and I felt his rubbing the head of his bare hard cock along my slit that I came back to my senses.

When he pushed his cockhead against my slit, I tensed and pulled my hips back. I'd only ever gone raw with one man and I wanted to keep it that way. "No," I whispered, pushing against his abs in an attempt to keep him from pushing his big, hard shaft inside me. "No, Shane."

"Why not?" he demanded, reaching down to rub his cock head against my clit.

I longed to part my legs and eagerly welcome him inside me, but finally came to my senses. Shamefully, it was thoughts of Darkwater and not my friendship with Janine that finally gave me the strength to push his cock aside and then press a protective hand over my pussy. "I don't hop into bed the first night I meet a man."

"Bed? Who the hell said anything about hopping into bed?" He bent his head and brushed his mouth against my ear, while stroking a finger along my slit. "I'd be very happy to pleasure you on the carpet or leaning against this wall."

I caught my breath and then I laughed.

After a moment, he joined it.

He sobered and slipped a finger inside my pussy.

I trembled. "No, Shane."

"Why not?" His free hand brushed against the choker. "Because of him?"

"He has nothing to do with it," I said quickly. When he continued to stroke into me, I closed my thighs in an effort to immobilize his fingers. If he didn't stop soon, I wouldn't want him to. "I just can't."

"Shit!" He said but immediately stepped away from me and sheathed his shaft. He then leaned against the door and took several, deep breaths while I stood trembling beside him.

What must he think of me?

"Damn," he said into the tense silence. "I'm sorry. I meant it when I said it wasn't my style to hop into bed on a first date. I didn't ask you out with seduction in mind."

"Didn't you?"

"At least not tonight."

"I'm sorry too," I whispered. "I know it's totally unfair to rev you up like that and then ask you to stop."

"Damn right it is, but I'm one of those men who actually believe I'm required to stop the moment a woman says no."

The lack of anger in his voice made me feel worse. "I'm sorry," I said again.

He blew out a breath. "So am I. Shit. I'd better go but do us both a favor, Sherlyn. Be honest with your friend about my complete lack of interest in her. And we can talk in a few days."

I shook my head. "If you're determined not to give her a chance, we have no reason to see each other again."

He pushed himself away from the door. "I am totally sure I have no interest in her but I will see you again. I know how to take no for an answer when it comes to sexual intimacy, but that doesn't mean I won't pursue you."

How I wished I was in a position to take advantage of his determination. "I'm not dating you. I can't."

He leaned close to stare in my eyes. "We'll discuss it again later. Right now I need to get out of here." He brushed his hand against my breasts, stroked his fingers inside me as he pressed several, hard, demanding kisses against my lips.

I shuddered and struggled not to part my legs.

He pressed a quick, hot kiss against my mouth before leaving.

I leaned against the door, trying to decide how honest I should be with Janine when we talked in the morning. I knew it was cowardly but I wasn't equal to the task of even attempting to talk to her that night. Not after what I'd almost allowed to happen.

D
arkwater

"Good night? What do you mean good night?"

I arched a brow and met the cool gaze of the pretty blonde glaring up at me. What the hell part of good night didn't she understand? "I mean good night as in I'm going home."

"Alone?"

Damn. She seemed determined to define the term dumb blonde. I nodded. "Yes. Alone."

"I have needs and expectations—"

"I told you when we met that I'd just ended a messy relationship and that I had no interest in an exclusive or sexual relationship."

"That was five weeks ago. If every man who spun me that line were sincere, I'd still be a virgin. You all claim you're only interested in friendship, but all jump at the first chance to bed me. This is yours. Take it while the offer stands."

"It's a charming offer and I'm flattered, but I actually meant what I said. I'm not interested in a sexual relationship at the moment."

"Fine. What about my needs and interests?"

"We're not in an exclusive relationship. I'm sure there are countless men who would love to make love to you."

"But not you?"

"Not at the moment."

"You know what? Fuck you, Darkwater!" She slapped me, walked inside the open door of her apartment, and slammed it in my face.

I shrugged and walked away. After several weeks of bedding numerous women, I'd decided that I wasn't going to be able to sleep Sherlyn out of my system. I'd have to do it the painful, old-fashioned way with the passage of time.

I went home, intent on swimming until I was sufficiently tired to fall sleep without lying awake half the night.

As I was about to dive into the pool, my cell phone rang.

"Call from Michael Darkwater. Say answer or ignore."

What the hell now? "Answer," I said, listened for the click and then spoke. "Hello Michael."

"Are you alone?"

I frowned. He sounded agitated. "Yes. I just said good night to my date," I told him, hoping to forestall any further interest in how many nights I choose to spend alone at home. "What's up?"

"We need to talk."

"So talk."

"In person."

"When?"

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in half an hour."

"See you then," I said and hung up.

Michael looked pissed when he let himself in and came out to the pool.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I climbed out of the water and wrapped a towel around my waist.

He shook his head and stalked along the length of the tiles twice before turning to face me. "She's dating."

Of course I knew
she
was Sherlyn. I swallowed slowly and sank into the nearest chair at one of the patio tables. "I'd be surprised if she wasn't."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"What do you expect me to say? As I've pointed out countless times, it's over between us and I'm dating. Why shouldn't she?"

He shook his head. "The difference is in who she's dating and the fact that she actually looked as if she were enjoying the experience. We both know the same can't be said of you and your sham dates."

Sham dates about summed up the state of my current so-called romantic life. "Why should I care who she's dating?" I asked, deliberately choosing to ignore the rest of his comment.

"I saw her tonight with Reddorn."

I frowned. "And? Surely you can't think they're cheating on Am. Even if she were into him, he's sure as hell not into anyone but Am. They must have been discussing some surprise they're planning for her."

"I didn't mean John. I meant his brother."

I stiffened. "She's...you saw her tonight with one of his brothers?"

He nodded. "They were smiling and gazing into each other's eyes as if they were the only two people in the damned place. She denied they were dating, but—"

"And you didn't believe her?"

He shrugged. "She might believe that but I saw the way he was looking at her. You have to get your ass in gear, Thomas."

"And do what?"

He stopped pacing to stare at me. "What the hell do you think? You have to make a move before she falls in love with him."

The thought of Sherlyn in love with one of John's brothers didn't excite me because it would mean seeing her with him at family functions on a regular basis or not attending such functions. Since I was the eldest, everyone expected me to stand in for our father. Dad had been big on family and rarely missed a gathering.

"I can't interfere with her personal life."

"What the hell are you on, Thomas? If you don't interfere, she's going to fall in love with him. And then what are you going to do? Sit around hoping he'll drop dead and you'll get another chance to win her back?"

I inhaled. "Are you implying I wanted her fiancé dead?"

"I'm implying you didn't lose any sleep when he died."

"You do know his death devastated her."

"Yes. I do."

"And you think I wanted her hurt like that?"

"No. I know you didn't want her hurt, but I also know that you were relieved when he was no longer around to command her heart and her attention."

"What the hell do you want from me, Michael?"

"I want you to face facts, admit how you feel about her, and then do something about it before you lose her again."

"I've already done that."

"That's only true if you make it true. What the hell is wrong with you?"

I shook my head. "I appreciate your concern, but I really am capable of deciding if it's over between us and guess what? It is. Now will you please let it the hell alone?"

"No. I'm going to keep at you until you come to your senses! You can't just stand by and let him take her from you. Despite what you think, Am assures me that she's still yours to lose. I know she hurt you, but let her know you think she's worth a little effort to win back."

"And why the hell would I do that?"

"Because there's no way he can take her if you make an effort to win her back."

"Why the hell would I want to win her back again?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're in love with her."

I narrowed my gaze. "I'm not going to argue with you any more, Michael. It's over between us. If she's moved on..."

"If she's moved on what?"

"I’m happy for her."

"The hell you are!" Michael stared at me before he turned and stormed out.

After he slammed out and I heard his car engine start, I dried off and went to bed. Following a long, restless night during which I slept very little, I woke early in the morning and called Amber.

* * *

S
herlyn

Racked with guilt at how close I had come to betraying Janine's trust with Shane Reddorn, I tossed and turned most of the night before falling into an exhausted slumber. Sometime during the night, I dreamed of Shane. We were both naked in my bedroom. After several minutes of blistering hot kisses, he bent me over the chair in my bedroom, rubbing his shaft against me.

Without a moment's hesitation, I reached back to part my cheeks.

Groaning with pleasure, he quickly drove his big bare cock deep into my ass.

After the first few painful thrusts, I started to get into it. I pushed my hips backward and welcomed each movement until my nether cheeks and thighs shook and my pussy creamed.

He gripped my breasts and tunneled in deeper.

I rocked my hips backwards, lost in the wonder of giving him my anal virginity.

He slid a hand down to rub my clit, pushing me close to my climax. Just as we were only a few plunges away from bliss, Darkwater kicked the bedroom door open. Before neither of us could respond, he stormed across the room, dragged Shane away from me and knocked him out.

As I attempted to cover myself, he bent me back over the chair and then thrust his raw cock so deep and forcefully up my ass, that within a few hard thrusts, we both groaned and came. Knowing he was coming directly in me heightened my pleasure.

Then as I lay over the chair, feeling limp, he withdrew from my ass and pushed into my pussy.

I moaned and reached back to grip his hips.

Biting my neck and shoulder, he fucked me to another blistering mutual climax that was so powerful, I felt his cum trickling down my thigh.

When we recovered, he took my hand, stepped over Shane, and led me to the bed. As we stumbled onto the mattress, I felt a movement behind me. Without warning, Shane suddenly grabbed me by my hips and ruthlessly impaled my ass on his hard cock. When Darkwater objected, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and continued fucking his hard cock deep into my welcoming but burning ass.

Unable to pull us apart, Darkwater positioned his body next to mine. As Shane drew his hips back to pull part of his shaft out of my stuffed nether hole, Darkwater push his hips forward, tunneling his bare, hot cock deep into the confines of my wet pussy.