To his surprise, he wasn’t met with sudden, harsh rejection. She shifted under him, and he slid his head back to the pillow to look into her face. “Over my scar?”
“Check it.” He pulled his left arm up for her to see, pointing at one thick black swath of ink in his design. “Right here. Feel? That’s where a bone was sticking through my skin after the wreck. The scar is ugly as hell.”
She drew her fingers lightly across it. “Wow. I’d never thought of that before. Covering a scar with a tattoo, I mean.”
“It’s not for everyone. Some might take several sessions. Some might hurt worse, if that’s a factor. I think you’d be a good candidate, though. It’s thin, and even if I didn’t cover it, I could make it less noticeable. I mean,” he smirked, “people would only be looking at how awesome your ink is.”
She lay quietly for several seconds. “Something to think about, I guess. I don’t know if I could ever do it, though.”
“Well, you know,” he said, turning onto his back and tucking an arm behind his head. “Do it for the right reasons, or don’t do it.”
“It’s not about vanity, really. It’s the reminder. I don’t know if changing it or covering it would help.”
“It would at least be a reminder of something else. Turn it into something beautiful.”
Macy’s hand slid over his chest, and she rose over him, her br**sts and her long hair brushing him as she leaned down to give him a kiss. “Thank you.”
At that moment, the way her hazel eyes drank him in, he didn’t want to change one damn thing about her. “I think you’re beautiful the way you are. I just want you to feel better.”
Her lips curled upward. “It’s all a front, isn’t it?”
“What’s that?”
“You are nothing like the image you project.”
“So I’m a fake now?”
“No, not a fake. Jeez.”
He laughed, and she leaned down and bit him. “Naw, I get you. There is some show, I can’t lie. But it’s still who I am. It’s an outlet. My music and my job, it’s how I get out all the crazy shit that goes on in my head. Stuff I can’t let out in polite society, ya know. Only…I’m so rarely in polite society, I don’t know how to behave in it anyway, so there.”
Macy’s half-smile began to tremble, and then she broke into a full-fledged fit of laughter. It was infectious, and he couldn’t help but join in as he sat up to face her. “What’s so funny there, killjoy?”
“I’m just… I don’t know if I should even say this. Might freak you out or make you mad or something.”
“If it doesn’t involve you putting your clothes on right now, it won’t.”
She trailed her finger along one of his tats, not looking him in the eye. “I’m thinking of what it would be like to take you home to meet my parents.”
Mad, hell. He experienced a joy eruption that the thought had even crossed her mind. “Oh yeah? What would they think?”
“They’re good people, you understand, but you aren’t exactly what they would expect. They’re very outdoorsy, very down-to-earth. My dad can be really loud and funny, though, and he doesn’t care about pissing people off. I think it’d be hilarious to see you two go head-to-head, that’s all.”
“Your dad sounds like my kinda guy.”
“Then maybe we’ll get to see how that goes,” she said shyly. “I have to warn you, he’ll probably have you camping and fishing and hunting with him before you know it.”
He’d never had his own dad around to do that kind of stuff with. At least not that he could remember. “I’d be down for that. As long as I ain’t gotta get on no fuckin’ horse.”
The hand drawing tantalizing lines along his skin suddenly shoved at him. “Oh no! Tell me you don’t hate horses.”
He caught her wrist and shoved her down on the bed, rising over her. “No, no hate. I simply don’t feel the need to get on top of one. You, on the other hand…” God, would he ever inhale enough of her scent? She sighed as he trailed his lips down her neck.
“Fair enough. You might discover, though…oooh…” He kept moving down, licking a path around her pert little nipple. “…might discover a love of riding that will stay with you for the rest of your life.”
He might discover a love for her that would stay with him for the rest of his life, if he kept this shit up. Beautiful, soft, sensitive Macy…a tough little nut to crack, but so warm and sweet once he did.
“You can’t possibly be ready to go again,” she said. At that, he rose up on his knees and guided her hand to his erection.
“Does this look not ready to you?”
“My God. You’re supernatural.”
“Or you are. It’s all you, baby.”
She sat up, stroking him lightly in her hand as she gave him a coy glance from under a swath of dark hair. That look right there, it would be the death of him. Especially with her mouth hovering so close to his dick, when all he wanted was to plunder between those pink lips. “Oh, please. I’m supposed to believe that?”
He gave an exaggerated glance around the room, left, right and back down to her. “You’re the only one here. Unless I have a leftover girl stashed under the bed. I don’t think I do. I could check.”
“That’s okay, thanks.”
“No other girls? Come on, Macy. If you want to be with a guy like me, you have to be understanding of my needs.”
There it was. The look of utter is he kidding or not? confusion in her hazel eyes. Cracked nut or not, he’d known her skittishness was still in there somewhere.
“You said it yourself, babe. I’m supernatural. You’re a great lay, but surely you don’t think one woman could ever keep all this man satisfied.”
“I would advise you not to say things like that to a woman who has your most precious manly asset in her hands.”
Grinning, he cupped her face and tilted her up for a kiss. “You know I’m full of shit, right?”
“Sometimes it’s hard to tell.” Macy was actually pouting. Damn, she was hot.
“Yeah, well don’t worry. Women are crazy. One at a time is all I’m willing to take on.” She gave his thigh a wicked pinch, and he yelped.
“Hey! Watch it with your fuckin’ Hulk hands.”
“I don’t have Hulk hands.”
“They may look small and dainty, but you could break boulders with those suckers.”
“I can do this with them too.” She ringed his c*ck with both, slowly and gently drawing them toward the tip and down to the base. All the breath rushed from his lungs. He plunged his fingers into her hair, resisting the urge to push her mouth toward him.
“That’s good,” he rasped. “I like that much better.”
Macy shifted closer, one leg on each side of his knees. Oh, fuck, yes. Her eyes flickered up to his, pure evil in their depths. She licked her lips. “Do you want me to suck it?”
It was like asking if he wanted to take his next breath. He throbbed between her hands, and that distance between her lips and the head of his cock? It needed to diminish very, very soon. “Suck it, Macy.”
“I’m not taking orders right now. If you want it, you have to ask me nicely.”
“Goddammit! Please suck it.”
“That wasn’t nice. You can’t cuss, and let’s make it interesting. You can’t say ‘suck’.”
“Hey now. You did.”
Her lips curled up. “My mouth. My rules.”
She was so going to get it later. “Macy, queen of my universe, I beseechingly request you place your sweetest of lips upon my manhood and make it your lollipop.”
“Oh my God. That was kind of awesome.” Grinning fiendishly now, she watched the maddening motions of her hands for a long time—now stroking one, then the other over him—and he thought he was going to scream. “Hmm. I acquiesce.”
The unadulterated pleasure of her tongue slicking up the underside of his dick was more than he could take. She left no part of his length unexplored by those wet, delectable swirls, even toying with his piercing, giving it little flicks he felt all the way up his spine. When she finally enveloped him in the bliss of her mouth, sucking her way little by little toward the base, he was panting.
He gathered her unruly hair into a ponytail and held it in his fist, needing some measure of control over her devastating assault on his senses. Whoever the guy was who taught her to suck cock, he wanted to buy him a beer and punch his f**king lights out.
Her desperate little whimpers around him made his nerve endings sing. Her hand squeezed tight around him, only prolonging the agony, but he wasn’t complaining. He would, however, totally return the favor later, and he wouldn’t rest until he completely robbed her of her powers of speech.
If he couldn’t tell this girl how amazing and beautiful and breathtaking she was, he would show her, and then leave her no way to argue with him.
When he came, he meant to push her back. He really did. But the moment his hands tensed in her hair and his c*ck jerked in her mouth, she sucked him to the back of her throat and grabbed his ass with both hands. He was lost. It was all he could do not to tumble over her, and he ground out words he wouldn’t remember later but would have surely damned him after her earlier no-cussing request. She didn’t let him go until she’d wrung every blessed drop from him, and then he fell to his side, panting.
“Damn, girl.”
Macy slid alongside him, fitting as if she’d been made to go there. He wrapped her in his arms and struggled to catch his breath and fight off thoughts like that one. With the warmth of her silken skin seeping into his, though, it was a losing battle.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“You’re supernatural.”
For a second, her little teeth sank into his shoulder, making chills skitter across his chest. “It’s all you,” she said sweetly and kissed away the sting she’d left.
He couldn’t wait one more minute to feel those swollen lips on his. Tilting her face up, he captured her mouth and rolled her on her back, intent on kissing her for the rest of the night if he could. She trembled and cradled him against the curves and slopes of her body, running the sole of her foot up his leg, stroking his back and scoring it lightly with her nails. Fuck, she was exquisite. Her little whimpers resounded in his head. Another couple of minutes, and he’d be ready for yet another round of her. Who was he kidding about fighting his feelings? He wanted her every f**king way he could have her.
By half past four, Macy was beginning to think he’d never let her sleep again. And that was fine with her. But since they’d kicked up a good appetite with the workout they’d given each other, she was almost glad when he dragged her near-lifeless body from the bed to scrounge up something to eat. It was a chance to look around his house too.
Wearing the shirt he’d worn to dinner, which reached well past mid-thigh on her, she roamed around his living room while he rifled through the cabinets in the kitchen. On the mantel were several framed family photos, and she had to grin when she saw one of Seth in his younger days. Finally, a picture where he wasn’t flipping off the camera. He was dressed as if on a beach vacation, with his arm around a petite blonde with his same smile and dark eyes. His sister, maybe? Stephanie? She was cute. And Seth…he looked a hundred percent different with hair. She’d been right in her assessment: it was dark brown, thick and even sported a bit of curl. A couple tattoos peeked from under his T-shirt sleeves, but nothing like what he had now.