She needed more. More of him in every way, but she couldn’t find the words to tell him, so she simply held on to the last vestiges of her sanity as he began thrusting his finger inside of her. She could feel the telltale tingle of her orgasm as it took root deep inside, the need to come overpowered her and when Tag nipped the sensitive skin where her shoulder and neck met, she gave in.
~*~*~
Tag watched as McKenna came apart in his arms, her head falling back onto his shoulder, her body spasming around his finger still buried deep inside of her and those sexy as hell moans of hers like an electric current right to his dick.
She was the sexiest damn woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Standing before him completely exposed and vulnerable, he couldn’t resist making her watch. He had the pleasure of watching her come every time, but he knew she wasn’t aware of how intensely erotic it was to watch her. Now she knew.
Even after she’d so exquisitely pried his release from him earlier, Tag couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Gently maneuvering her until they were closer to the wall, he reluctantly removed his finger from her sweet, warm pussy and turned her in his arms until she was backed against the wall.
Taking a step back, he slowly removed the rest of his clothes, keeping his eyes on her and enjoying the feel of her gaze as she followed every movement. There was something powerful about the way she looked at him, something reassuring in the way she bit her bottom lip as he easily released his swollen, stiff cock, stroking it firmly as he stepped out of his slacks.
As soon as he was naked, he closed the gap between them once more, lifting her right leg and positioning the throbbing head at her opening before thrusting one time, without warning, deep inside of her. He had to have her, and he couldn’t wait another second to feel her wet heat wrapped around his aching cock.
Sucking in a breath, he held her leg higher, pistoning his hips as he drove his cock deeper and harder into the tight, wet depths of her pussy over and over until he was consumed by the intense friction.
As much as he was scared to admit it, Tag had never felt this way in the arms of any woman. He wasn’t prepared to give himself fully to her or anyone else, but he feared his choice was being ripped out of his grasp each and every time he touched her.
Using his free hand, he tilted her chin until their eyes met, never slowing his hips as he pounded inside of her over and over, harder and faster. “Come for me, McKenna.”
He was on the verge of exploding, but he refused to do so until she was right there with him. The connection was made between their bodies, but as he stared into her eyes, Tag knew there was a deeper connection than that. Whatever was consuming him was consuming her, as well.
“Come for me!” he growled the words, barely holding on as her sweet heat pulsed around him. “Fucking come for me.”
Her eyes closed, and she moaned, her pussy throbbing and pulsing around his dick as he followed her over, freefalling into something that scared the shit out of him.
*****
No rest for the weary.
Tag was beginning to realize that was McKenna’s motto.
Saturday morning, officially their time together should’ve been over, but he couldn’t bring himself to question her or him at the moment. Instead, Tag found himself being rushed by the red haired vixen insisting that he shower and get dressed because she needed to meet with the McCoy’s.
All of them.
Apparently Samantha McCoy had called and left McKenna a message directly, insisting that she meet with her as soon as possible. According to McKenna’s explanation of the voicemail, Sam didn’t sound all that happy. Tag figured Logan must’ve shared the dreaded news with her.
Now they were driving to the restaurant that Sam requested they meet at for lunch.
“Did she say anything else?” Tag was curious to know exactly what he was walking into. He’d never known Samantha to panic, yet he couldn’t very well blame her in this case if she did.
“No. She was surprisingly calm, but asked that I meet with her and Logan. She mentioned Luke would be there as well.”
Well, this was bound to be loads of fucking fun.
By the time they reached the restaurant, McKenna was drumming her fingers on her thigh and Tag found her anxiety a little amusing. Not that he would tell her as much. Nor was he going to reassure her that things were going to be fine because honestly, he didn’t know whether that was true or not.
Stephen Crawford currently had Logan and Luke by the balls, and unless either of them was willing to give in, Tag didn’t see how this was going to work out in anyone’s best interest. Although, he had a good time watching McKenna try to come up with a way that wouldn’t hurt anyone in the long run.