Torn (The McKerricks Book 1) (5 page)

I run my hands from her ass to the inside of her thighs, tracing delicate circles in the soft sensitive flesh. Her breath is like a sweet sigh against my skin, and I can feel all her hesitation in that breath. I can feel how bad she wants this, yet I can feel how bad she resists. Most women embrace this with a wild kind of abandon, I want to see her like that, I want to see her let go to the pleasure.

Lifting her up, I set her gently on the counter, and for the first time in my life with a woman, I try. This is too public of a place to take her clothes off, and I doubt she would let me anyways, so button by button I open her vest revealing her white dress shirt underneath. A dress shirt thin enough to show off her lacy push up bra. Fuck. Me.

With a groan, I move my mouth down across her clothes covered body, caressing her skin with my tongue through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her back arches pressing her breasts against my mouth, and I eagerly take one fabric covered taut nipple into my mouth, working the other one with my fingers. I bite at the taut peak, drawing it into my mouth sucking hard on it through the fabric, Henley lets out a noise then, somewhere between a growl and a moan and definitely sounding more animal than human, as she lets her head fall back against the mirror. With a sigh she finally relaxes into my touch, and I let my mouth and tongue swirl circles over to her other nipple as my hand eases down between her legs.

I cup the whole of her clean shaven sex in my hand, before I slide one finger along the slick folds of her pussy. So wet. Christ. This woman will be the death of me. With a growl, I dip my finger further through her folds circling her clit once before I push my fingers deeper seeking entrance. Her hips shift against my hand, as she offers me access and I take it, my finger gliding until it’s buried in her wet heat. I work my finger deep over and over, until she is panting and shifting in front of me, before adding another finger. I don’t want to make the same mistake that I did yesterday, and risk hurting her. I may be an asshole but I don’t want to hurt anyone. And if I had known she was that tight I wouldn’t have just shoved my dick in like that.

Her head is leaning back against the mirror, her eyes half closed in her ecstasy watching me. I lean back away from her body watching my fingers work her pussy, watching my fingers rub circles inside of her. Watching her body writhe on the counter. My dick is practically jumping in the tight constraints of my slacks begging to get out at the sight of her legs spread wide, skirt around her hips, just inviting me to fuck her.

With a sigh I lean back, slowly drawing my fingers out of her and unzip my pants. She’s watching my cock with an almost greedy expression from her heavy lidded eyes. I grab my dick tight as I stroke it slowly from base to tip and back again, letting the precome make my skin slick. She’s licking her lips watching my hand slide over my dick, and I cant help but smile at the sight. Hell yea she wants this.

“
Get on your knees, hands on the mirror,” I order her roughly and her eyes snap up to mine. “Do it, or I’ll just finish off like this. Won’t be any skin off my back.” I don’t bother to mention I haven’t jacked off since I hit puberty, and I wasn’t about to start now. Especially not when I wanted her so bad. I just really want her to think I'm in charge.

She arches one delicate eyebrow and smirks, like she knows I
’m bullshitting, but she turns around facing the mirror anyways. She even arches her back till her ass is in the air, and her legs are spread nice and wide.

Her eyes lock with mine in the mirror, that damnable smirk still on her face, like a dare. So I slip on the rubber, and with one hard thrust push myself all the way to the hilt. I bite my lip to hold back a groan, as her whole body trembles at the intrusion. I try to start of with long slow thrusts, I try to draw it out. I
’ve been sporting a hard on for this chick for over twenty-four hours now so I know I’m not going to last. I can feel my muscles pulling taut ready for release, but she isn’t there yet, and I need to get her off, as bad as I need to get off. Instinctively I lean over her smaller frame, bracing myself on the mirror, and let my free hand trail down her body. I grab a handful of her lush tits, before my hand continues its trail down to her pussy. I trace one finger through her plump wet folds before, before I start circling her clit.

I watch her face in the mirror the moment my finger finds her, and she lets out one single animalistic pant before clamping her mouth shut tight. I want to hear her, but it
’s not within my rights to ask, so I focus on giving her pleasure with every rock and twist of my hips, and with every circle of my fingers through her wet folds.

Her too green eyes lock with my blue ones in the mirror as her body begins tightening in release. I run my lips over her neck licking and sucking the sensitive skin there, as her orgasm claims her. The feel of her tight pussy practically milking me, begging me to come with her is something I can
’t resist so I don’t even try. With our eyes locked, I bite into the soft flesh at the base of her neck like a wild animal as my orgasm claims me.

It
’s like seeing God. Every nerve ending in my body firing off at once, I can barely stand. I have to lean heavily on Henley just to stay upright. And thank God I’m biting into her neck or I would sure as shit be shouting.

With a groan I manage to open my eyes and find hers in the mirror. They are wide and vulnerable. All her shields and snarky humor is gone. And the moment she knows I
’ve seen it it’s gone. Hidden once again behind a smirking mask. With an almost pained sigh I pull out of her, my body already missing the absence of her warmth. I pull back forcing my body to submit to the loss, as I toss the rubber and straighten my slacks. When I straighten back up and look at her, she has come down off the counter and is attempting to straighten out her skirt. My body ignores whatever protest my mind makes, and reaches out tucking a few strands of her stray wild curls away. Her eyes snap up to mine as I begin slowly buttoning back up her vest, and they are as smooth as glass. Any vulnerability I thought I might have seen there. Anything that wasn’t this tough outer shell has been wiped clean.

With a smile I step back and let her make the next move. I don
’t want to make her feel too uncomfortable. She just watches me a while with those bright green eyes.

“
I’m beginning to like the color blue,” she offers simply, before she turns and walks right out of the break room.

I can
’t help but think that it is a
shame
that I don’t fuck the same woman twice.

Chapter 5

It
’s Sunday, so even though I’ve been lying about doing nothing but floating on the euphoric high of fucking Henley, I force myself off of my sofa, and make my way out the door. Even if I visited after yesterday’s Henley debacle, I am still a required presence at my parents house on Sunday. Every Sunday.

My Masarati speeds along the roads making good time, as I head toward my parents Hunts Point home. It is a drive I know by heart, so my mind can
’t help but wander from the road. And of course the only place it has wanted to wander since she left me hanging yesterday is toward Henley. I can’t help my curiosity at her attitude. I have never met a woman who tried so hard to deny herself something she wants. Because I know Henley wanted me. Yet she tried to pull back. Her excuse of ‘not knowing me’ was bare of any conviction, and she always seems to be on high alert, like she is waiting for the other shoe to drop… but what is it that she fears?

With a sigh I exit my car, by the car count in the driveway, my sister and brother are already here. I walk into the foyer, and I can hear my family in the other room, along with a female voice that I have never heard. Most likely my brother Aiden
’s latest arm piece, I can’t blame him for trying to find the perfect female companion. The one you would be willing to marry. I just don’t think they exist. He always tells me it’s about compromise, too bad that is something I just don’t do.

“
Connor,” My mom sighs out as she meets me in the foyer, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“
How’s this one doing?”

“
She’s got another week in her tops,” my mom utters with a sigh. “Honestly I don’t know how I ended up with you two boys, ones a serial dater and the other is…” she glances at me like she can’t quite make up her mind what word to use. So being the dutiful son I help her out.

“
A congenial giver to the female sex?”

“
I was going to go with whore but whatever floats your boat,” she replies with a twisted kind of smile. Leave it to my mother to call a spade a spade. “Well let’s get on then, Aiden will be wanting to introduce you to her.”

“
Of course, of course,” I reply following my mother into the great room.

Aiden and Dad are watching the football game on the television, while it looks like Gwen is attempting to make small talk with the girl next to Aiden. Gwen is stiff, uncomfortable, as the new girl pretty much ignores her. Yeah
… she won’t be around long. She may think Aiden isn’t paying attention but nobody sticks around if they don’t get Gwen’s approval. It is that simple.

“
Connor you almost missed the game,” Aiden calls back with a smile, like it would be a travesty to miss the game. He turns to introduce me to his… flavor of the month, as I approach. “This is Jessica.”

His smile is still directed at me, the girl doesn
’t even garner a glance. Yep. He definitely noticed this… Jessica… snubbing Gwen. No doubt she will be politely dropped off after dinner and we won’t be needing to see her again.

“
Hello,” I offer as politely as I can before sitting next to Gwen, who is now distractedly absorbed in her book.

Jessica turns and smiles at me congenially, apparently her disdain is for Gwen only, and I can see what Aiden saw in her. She
’s pretty. Long legs, great shape, probably a decent lay too. And normally, this is the point where I find out if I can switch her to the dark side, because if I can steal her from Aiden, she doesn’t deserve him. But since she is already on her way out the door, her appreciative eyes don’t mean much, besides I am for the first time in a while, fully sated and not in the mood for a females body, so I focus my full attention on pestering my little sister.

Her face is flushed, and her eyes are so intently focused on the book in front of her I
’m surprised it hasn’t spontaneously combusted. Her arms are wrapping protectively around the cover, and the pages are barely three inches apart as she peers in trying to hide the words.

“
Are you still mad at me?” I query scooting just a little bit closer.

“
Why would I be mad?” She’s fidgeting now.

“
For fucking that chick,” I reply, downplaying the fact that Henley is most definitely not some chick. More like the best lay in existence.

“
Fo-for fu— listen you know… I’m not mad at all,” she replies gathering her patience. “I’m not mad that you could have ruined the most awesome friend I’ll ever make, nope not at all, because you know what? Even after all your… crap… when I apologized for you she, luckily for you, didn’t want to press charges.
Despite
your best attempt, she is still willing to be my friend, so no I’m not mad.”

“
Of course she is still willing to be your ‘friend’, it’s professionalism Gwen, that’s what you do,” I reply swatting at the book in her hands. She tries to snatch the book back, but she isn’t fast enough and I manage to see the name scrawled in bold print on the bottom.

Henley Williams. I snatch the book before she even knows what happened, and glance more fully at the cover. It
’s the same book that I picked up earlier today. I haven’t glanced in it, but by the way Gwen is fidgeting and trying not to draw attention, I decide maybe it’s time I do.

My fingers deftly find the general area that Gwen had been reading, before they still on the pages. My eyes scanned the pages several times before I turn back to Gwen.

“Is this… is this written porn? Really Gwen? The actual videos just weren’t doing it for you? And in the living room no less?” I whisper at her.

“
Oh my God! Connor!,” she hisses back snatching the book away from me. “It’s romance, romance!”

“
Gwen that was
not
romance… that was… did she really write that?” I want to say that she is crazy, I want to but I can’t, cause somehow it is so hot. I can just picture her, her perfect curling hair sitting at her apartment, she seems like an apartment kind of girl, alone, thinking about sex. I wonder if she gets so turned on she touches herself.  Fucking fuck. Henley is so off limits, yet somehow just thinking about her gets me revved up again.

“
It
is
romance, and unless she put her name on someone else's work, which is
so
illegal, then yes she wrote it!”

So she sits at home
… horny as hell from writing these…  not quite romance romances… oh fuck me. I have to shut my mind off soon, because I’ve already fucked Henley the one time I am allowed. The first time didn’t count because I didn’t get off. But the last time, the last time definitely counted, and I can
not
break that rule, or the rest will follow.