"Probably."
"I mean it, Mac. This is not happening."
"Of course it is," he grunted. "Stop deluding yourself. And stop pretending you're not hotter than hell. I'm amazed your jeans aren't damp from the juices spilling from your pussy."
"Asshole," she snarled.
Unfortunately, he was right in one respect. She was hotter than hell. But wrong in the other. She believed her jeans just might be damp after all.
Once he stepped into the bedroom, he didn't bother just setting her on the floor. The next thing she knew she was on her back and Mac was jerking her sandals off before pulling her jeans down her legs and discarding them.
Just that quick. That fast. Her jeans and panties were on the floor and her husband was kneeling at the side of the bed, his tongue swiping through the saturated folds between her thighs.
"Oh God! Mac!" She screamed his name as his tongue thrust inside her, licking over tissue so sensitive that he caused an avalanche of sensations to pile upon her.
Wicked heat. Electric pleasure. Fiery, intense, brutal desire.
Her hips jerked up, grinding her clit against his lips as she gasped for breath. Her hands locked in his hair, holding him to her as her legs twined around his shoulders.
It was so damned good. Better than ever. It was like the first time. The last time and all the times in between combined in one caress. All the pleasure she had ever known in her life and more was coming.
Because his fingers gripped her rear while one wicked thumb began to press and massage the forbidden entrance below.
It was wicked and wild, and when she felt her juices being smoothed onto the area, his thumb pressing in each time to lubricate the area, she lost her mind.
It was the only excuse for allowing it. It was forbidden, a touch she had never known before, and she wasn't protesting. She had lost her mind, that was the only excuse.
A second later the lubrication was cooler, thicker. How had he done that? Managed to secure the lubricating jelly he kept in his bedside drawer without her knowing it?
And who cared, but suddenly his thumb was stretching her anal entrance, burning her, filling her where no one had ever touched before and sending her senses exploding in an orgasm that ripped her head off and still left her begging for more.
"Are you scared now, Kei?" he growled against her clit, his tongue licking around it, building the pressure once again as two fingers worked inside her vagina.
She couldn't stand this. She couldn't survive it.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" His voice was black velvet, rough, wicked, carnal. "I'm going to stretch you here." His thumb moved inside her anus. "Then I'm going to fill it with a little toy I bought just for it. Make it burn and ache before I fill your pussy."
"Oh God. Mac." Her head thrashed on the bed.
"You're going to be so tight, Kei. Your pussy is going to burn when I fuck you. The pressure will make you crazy for more."
"I'm crazy now," she panted. "Don't tease."
"No teasing, baby." His thumb slid free of her anus.
"No. No. Don't stop."
"Never."
"Put it back."
His tongue licked down the soaked slit of her sex, licked and stroked as he shifted between her thighs, his shoulders bunching before she felt the cooling application of more of the lubricant against her rear.
"Mac, what are you doing to me?" she cried, feeling the entrance open as a finger slid inside her. "You're killing me." It retreated, worked inside her again, then another joined the first. "Please, Mac."
A second later her hands slapped to the mattress, her fingers curling into the comforter as she felt the heavy pressure of whatever toy he had promised to use on her. He was working it inside her slow and easy, stretching her, creating a burning pleasure/pain she couldn't process in her fractured mind.
"There you go, sweetheart," he crooned as the tender opening continued to stretch, the pressure building. "All of it, Kei. So sweet and tight. Just let go for me. Close your eyes, baby, and just let go for me."
She screamed as she felt the pressure increasing, only to feel a slight easing as the toy became lodged inside her. She knew what it was. She had seen the exotic toy, tapered at the tip, widening to the bottom before it indented to create a natural lock inside the anus.
The butt plug was supple and smooth rather than hard and cold as she imagined when she had seen the pictures, but there was no doubt what he had used on her.
"Perfect." His voice was harder now, deeper as he moved away from her. "Let's get that shirt off. I want to see your pretty nipples, Kei."
The shirt was pulled from her body and then she realized that sometime in the laundry room she had ripped the buttons from his shirt. It was only hanging on him as he stood to his feet and shrugged it off.
He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes aside before he stood staring down at where he had placed her across the bed.
"Fucking you is going to be like taking you the first time all over again." His expression was darkly sensual. "You're going to be so tight. So hot."
She was so insane, because that carnal intensity in his voice was making her womb clench in heavy hunger as he came over her.
"Why now?" she whimpered. "Why are you doing this now?"
"Because you're ready for it." His lips touched hers. "You weren't ready before, were you, sweetheart? You're ready now."
"No." She shook her head. "I'm not ready—"
"So ready," he whispered, his tongue licking over her lips, making her taste herself, taste the wildness of her own response to him.
"Mac, I'm scared," she begged.
"You're not scared, Kei," he argued with a sexy quirk to his lips as he drew back.
"Wary. Restless. Uncertain. Admit it. You know I won't hurt you. You know that anything that happens between us I'll only love you for. No matter what it is, Kei. No matter how it is."
She jerked as he tucked the head of his cock between the folds of her sex. Jerked and shuddered at the sensation of largeness pressing into her.
"This is what it's like," he whispered devilishly, bracing his knees against the bed as his powerful arms held his weight above her. 'Just like this, Kei."
"Like this" was killing her. Her eyes widened as he began to work his cock inside her, stretching her in ways she had never known before, making her more and more aware of the toy in her rear.
"You feel it, don't you, sweetheart?" The dark croon fed the eroticism driving her now.
"How much tighter, how much hotter it makes that sweet pussy. Pleasure bordering pain."
Her hands braced on his chest, her nails raking against his flesh as he worked deeper inside her. She couldn't stand it. Pleasure and pain were blooming inside her with equal force as her cries tore from her throat.
She wanted it to stop. She wanted it to go on forever.
"Take me, Kei," he groaned, his hips flexing. "Take all of me now."
She screamed out his name as he plunged inside the last inches.
Keiley stared up at him, dazed with an extremity of sensation, fighting to adjust to the width of his cock inside the tightened confines of her vagina. In her rear, her tissue spasmed around the toy as she felt Mac's erection throbbing inside her.
"God. You're so fucking tight." He grimaced as he flexed within her, his hips shifting, causing his cock to stretch her further. "Put your legs around me. Come on." He lifted one leg, guiding it to his hips before he lowered himself to his elbows. "Now. Now scream for me."
She screamed. She begged. As he began thrusting inside her, his strokes hard and relentless, driving her through sensations and a pleasure that bordered on insanity, Keiley screamed his name. She pleaded for release. She could feel it just a breath away as he drove her from one peak to the next, steadily building an ecstasy that when it exploded inside her left her writhing beneath him as he poured himself inside her.
And it still wasn't enough. She needed more, needed something she couldn't describe, couldn't understand. And Mac wasn't nearly finished, either. He turned to his back without releasing her, encouraging her to ride him to take her pleasure as one arm wrapped around her, the other gripping the toy in her rear and sending her into cataclysms of rapture.
The slight thrusting of the plug inside her in time to Mac's heavy thrusts between her thighs was too much. Weak, soaked with perspiration, and confused by the brutality of the pleasure driving her, she could only lay against his chest and let the orgasms tear through her. They were violent. Shaking through her, shuddering inside her until finally, with a muffled male cry, Mac was pumping his seed furiously into her swollen flesh as his arms held her tight to his chest.
Satiation was all-consuming, just as the hunger had been. She lay against him, quiet, feeling her heartbeat ease to a more normal rate as Mac finally lifted her from his chest to the bed.
"Okay?" He leaned over her, smoothing her hair from her forehead as he stared down at her in concern.
The sex warrior had eased from his expression, leaving the husband she knew in its place.
"No. I'm dead," she muttered. "Go away until I can think again."
He chuckled at that, moving to her hips as he turned her slowly to her side.
"What are you do—," she gasped as he eased the toy from her, shuddering with a whiplash of pleasure she shouldn't have had the energy to feel.
Then he was leaving the bed and padding into the bathroom. Seconds later she heard water running and sighed at the wishful thought of a shower. She was sweaty and weak, and the thought of dragging herself from the bed was only a distant wish.
"Come on, wildcat." The next thing she knew, Mac was picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
"I'm drained." She cuddled against his chest. "Just let me sleep."
"In a bit. Let's get you showered up first, then you can sleep all night."
She pouted as he set her on her feet beneath the warm spray, but the feel of the water sluicing over her exhausted flesh was just too damned good to bitch over it.
"Let me take care of you now, Kei." He pulled her against him once more before soaping a washrag and beginning to wash her gently. "I'll take care of everything."
It was beginning to occur to her that perhaps he was a bit more of a control freak than she had ever imagined.
"We're going to have to talk about this," she warned him.
"In the morning," he promised. "Tonight, just rest. Just let me hold you tonight."
There was no request in his voice. It was a demand, and her lips twitched.
She sighed. "I was right about you."
"How's that?"
"When I first met you, I told one of my coworkers you were like one of those storms that come up at sea all of a sudden. Powerful and wild. I don't know if I can keep up, Mac."
He turned her, staring down at her with dark, wary eyes.
"I'm not asking you to keep up," he finally said softly. 'Just let me hold you through it.
Unlike the storm, Keiley, I know what's precious to me. I promise not to let you drown."
"What if I can't give you what you want?"
A small smile tipped his lips. "I have no doubt you can give me exactly what I want and more. But if you need space, if you need time, we can discuss that."
They could discuss it? She tried to frown, but she was just too damned tired.
"And we will discuss it," she told him. "As soon as I find my mind again. I think you just blew it away."
"I'll help you find it." He kissed her head gently. "That and so much more, sweetheart.
More than you could ever imagine."
She still couldn't find the dress and she didn't have time to search the rest of the house for it. Not that she would have had time to wash it before the meeting anyway.
When Keiley awoke the next morning it was much later than she had intended, leaving her only a few hours to dress for the meeting with the charity committee and head out the door.
Mac was already out of bed and obviously working, and as Keiley pulled on the charcoal sundress she chose to wear in place of the Egyptian cotton, she hoped Jethro was with him.
How was she going to manage to face either one of them today? The events of the night before felt more like a dream than reality, but she couldn't manage to convince herself that they had just been a strange little illusion.
Mac had held her, his hard body cushioning her back as another man kissed her. Not just another man, but his best friend. The man he was rumored to almost exclusively share his women with before his marriage.
The memory of it had her knees weakening as she buttoned the small pearl buttons that ran from the neckline to the hem of the summer dress.
The cotton blend was incredibly light and cool, the sleeveless straps crisscrossed at her back, and the skirt flowed to the midpoint
above her knees. The bodice skimmed her breasts, but the material and cut of the design were flattering to her figure without being provocative.
She looked informally businesslike, she assured herself before heading from the bedroom.
She couldn't hear any movement in the house, which she hoped meant it was deserted.
Rushing to her office, she grabbed her purse and leather briefcase. Opening the butter-soft leather satchel, she checked to make certain the check she had written out the night before for the booth for the charity committee was inside, as well as a copy of the map of the booths. She closed it and moved quickly from her office.
Rushing through the doorway, her head down to find the keys in her purse, she ran headlong into an immovable object.
The purse went flying. The briefcase fell to the floor, and Keiley looked up in shock to meet the wickedly amused gaze of her house-guest.
"This beats a 'good morning' any day of the week," he murmured, his fingers caressing her shoulders where he had caught her to steady her, his body pressed closely against her own.
Keiley felt frozen in place, staring up at him as contradictory emotions tore through her. She should run. She should stay. She shouldn't be frozen with arousal, confusion, and fear. And she sure as hell shouldn't be remembering that kiss the night before as his fingers had worked the snap of her jeans loose.