Ten first dates, p.29
Ten First Dates, page 29
Slipping a finger inside Faith’s panties as I kissed her neck, I found what I was hoping for. She was wet and ready for me.
“This is crazy,” she breathed, even as she shifted her legs apart to give me better access.
I paused in stroking through her warm heat. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked, lifting my lips from the swell of her breasts.
“No, of course not. I just wanted to point out that this is crazy.” Her eyes were slumberous, her lips swollen from our kisses.
That made me laugh softly. “Noted. This is crazy. It’s also amazing.” I unhooked her bra and slipped it down her shoulders. My jacket shifted slightly, but I affixed it again. For whatever reason, I liked the view of her wearing it.
Her hair was dampening the fabric, leaving dark spots on the shoulders. But all I could really see was her in nothing but her panties and my jacket, her tits peeking out from between the fabric.
“Faith,” I said, stepping back to take the view in fully. It made my nostrils flare and my cock throb. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Long legs, lush hips, a narrow waist, tight nipples. She had the kind of hips and thighs that made me want to hold on to all that soft creamy flesh and drive myself into her. “Damn, you’re fucking gorgeous. These curves, baby. I just want to taste you everywhere.”
“I’m not stopping you,” she said, her voice full of arousal. Her eyes were hooded as she trailed her fingers across her breasts.
Her nails were painted hot pink, like her panties, and seeing those long nails against the fullness of her breasts made my mouth water. It was a move designed to turn me off and it was damn successful.
I eased her panties down with both hands, teasing at her with my thumbs as I did. She fell back against the barn, eyes drifting closed. “MacKay.”
My name sounded like a plea on her lips and I dropped to my knees in the grass in front of her and swept my tongue over pussy, teasing at her clitoris.
She tasted as hot and wet as I had imagined and I gripped those hips and enjoyed both her and the sounds of pleasure she was making.
Faith
I hadn’t been expecting MacKay to go on his knees in front of me and tease at me with the tip of his tongue. MacKay Lennox. On his knees. For. Me.
If that wasn’t hot enough already, the man had mad skills. He found the right rhythm, the right light, teasing pressure, the right tight grip on my thighs. My eyes closed and I sank against the barn, but then I realized I wanted to watch the top of MacKay’s head moving over my bare skin. It was a view I might never get again.
As he skimmed his thumbs down either side of my pussy, I gasped, and grabbed his head, needing something to hold onto. He had short hair, but enough for me to grip. He moved his tongue slower, then faster as my body tightened and I shifted restlessly, arching my back as he licked and sucked at me.
When he eased a finger inside me at the same time he gently sucked on my clit, I cried out as I shattered in a hot, sharp orgasm. Startled at the sound of my voice in the evening air, I let go of the tight tug on his hair with one hand and clamped it over my mouth so a hundred wedding guests didn’t hear me coming at Mac’s command.
Goosebumps raced up the length of my entire body as I shivered through the crest and subsequent waves of pleasure. My legs felt like rubber but MacKay’s grip kept me from puddling to the ground.
When he pulled back and wiped his mouth with a wicked smile of satisfaction I dropped my hand to rest on my chest, as if I were trying to keep my heart from leaping out. It was racing so fast to felt like it could burst forth at any second. My breathing was ragged and I stood there, trying to piece myself back together as MacKay stood up and shoved down his briefs. He had a condom in his hand.
I had zero clue where he had gotten that from, but I was grateful he had it. I wanted all of him. Now.
“Baby, that was so hot,” he said as he stood back up. “I need to fuck you.”
I nodded eagerly. “I think that’s a great idea.”
He slapped a palm against the wood of the barn next to my head and kissed me, hard, the taste of me lingering on him. I was startled by the intimacy of the act, at the way his free hand traced a possessive and oddly gentle path up over my hip, following the dip of my waist, until it found my breast. He cupped it, teasing and tugging at my nipple while he lowered his lips to my neck.
His suit jacket slipped a little on my shoulders but I pressed against the barn, which prevented it from following. The fabric kept my skin from touching the wood and I felt enveloped by him from all sides. I could smell his cologne on the jacket as he lifted my thigh to rest on his and held my hip tightly.
Then he was inside me with a hard thrust that liberated all the air from my lungs and had my eyes rolling back in my head. He was rock solid, thick, and filling me completely. He was big and powerful and there was no time for words as he took me in a tight cocoon of pleasure.
My back hit the wall with each thrust and I felt him in me, over me, against me. “Yes, please, give me that cock.”
“Hell yeah,” he said. “Take my cock.”
In seconds I was exploding with a soft rhythmic cry that was punctuated by each deep push of his cock in my body.
He tightened his grip on my hip before pausing. He swore. Then I felt the hot pulse of his orgasm inside me as a ragged moan escaped him. Deep, feminine satisfaction washed over me that I had brought him to completion so quickly. A smile teased at my lips before I could prevent it.
MacKay gave a final shudder of pleasure before pulling back slightly to eye me. “You look so damn sexy right now.”
I gave a soft laugh. “That was very, very nice, MacKay.”
He eased out of me. “That was fucking amazing, that’s what it was.” He stepped back and removed the condom. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” He looked around, like the terrain would give him an answer.
Now I really did laugh as I peeled my back off of the barn, knees wobbly. I removed his jacket and bent down to retrieve my panties and bra. “I have no idea.”
He picked up his jacket and pulled out of his pocket square. He wrapped it in the fabric, then shoved it in the pocket. I hoped he remembered it was there before he dropped it at the cleaners. The practical thought had me glancing left and right just to make sure we were still alone. We were, fortunately. I hadn’t given much thought to it in the moment but that would have been bad. Really bad.
MacKay was pulling on his boxer briefs and then his pants. He stepped into his shoes and bent over to lace them up while I put my bra and panties on. My dress was still in the paddleboat.
He was shoving his muscular arms through his shirt sleeves when he eyed me. The warm burn of desire was still present in my gaze. “Where are your clothes?”
“Over there.”
“Where? I’ll go get them.”
“I can get them.”
“No, you can’t. You’re in your underwear. I don’t want someone seeing you.”
He seemed to have forgotten he’d encountered me in my underwear in the pond, but I wasn’t going to point that out. I picked his jacket up off the ground and slipped my arms through the sleeves. It was enormous on me and fully covered me now that I was pulling the two sides together. “I’ll get it in a minute. You should go back ahead of me.”
MacKay’s head tilted. He opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked like he was going to say about a million things but then didn’t. He just fished his phone out of his pocket. “Your number. Give it to me.”
That wasn’t the most charming request on the planet, but something about the commanding way he said it actually turned me on. He sounded like he wasn’t going to return to the reception until I gave him what he wanted.
I really wanted to give him what he wanted.
I silently took the phone and entered my name and number in his contacts. I handed it back to him. “I’m free next Friday,” I told him.
The corner of his mouth turned up. “I like your style, Faith. You’re a woman who knows what she wants.”
That wasn’t entirely true. I had no clue what I truly wanted in life, but did I want more time with MacKay? Hell, yes, I did.
“In some cases,” I said.
“Then I will call you and we can make plans for Friday.”
A shiver rolled through me. “Great,” I said lightly. “Now you go right and I’ll go left.” I took a step forward but MacKay stopped me.
He pulled me into his arms and gave me a kiss that nearly seared my panties off. His hand started to wander over my breast, down my hip, before he forcibly stepped back. “I have to go,” he said. “I don’t have another condom.”
He didn’t leave. I raised my eyebrows, waiting.
MacKay groaned and ran his hands through his hair.
Then he cleared his throat, took three steps backwards, watching me, before quickly turning and walking off.
Collecting myself mentally, I moved to the paddleboat, retrieved my dress and shoes, then put them back on behind the barn, smoothing everything out as best as I could. I ran my hands through my hair, figuring it was hopeless but making an attempt.
Grabbing Mac’s jacket off the ground where I had dropped it, I tried not to look like I’d just come behind the barn.
“Why is your hair all wet?” my mother asked me, frowning, as I entered the reception tent after immediately snagging a water at the bar.
Moaning in pleasure had made me thirsty.
Of course she would notice. I should have gone straight in the house and done some repair work in my room before attempting to mingle.
“I was hot. I dipped my feet in the pond.” I put my glass of soda water to my face and sipped, boldly staring her down. Any other mother would demand to know what the hell dipping toes in a pond had to do with tangled damp hair that was drying in random and frizzy clumps.
But I could count on Jenny to back down. She was too tired from raising seven kids, with me as the youngest, to press the matter too hard.
I was right.
She just sighed and said, “Good Lord. I don’t even want to know.”
“You really don’t,” I assured her. “Just enjoy your son’s wedding and don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
Sort of. If insanely and ridiculously giddy qualified as “fine.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about MacKay. My body was deliciously sore from his attention and I wanted to twirl around and laugh in triumph. If I had a bucket list I would check this one off.
First crush wants me. Check.
“Go in the house and blow-dry that mess before anyone else wonders what you’ve been doing,” my mom told me, giving a pointed glance to Mac’s suit jacket I realized was still flung over my arm. “Or at least brush it. You look like you’ve been rolling around on the dock.”
She wasn’t far off.
I opened my mouth. Then clamped it closed again. I pressed my lips together before I blurted out to my mother that I had just had sex with MacKay Lennox behind the barn. She’d have a heart attack. So I just nodded rapidly and got the heck out of there.
I avoided eye contact with anyone on the way to the house and then slipped inside the guest bedroom I’d been staying in. After changing into a dry bra and panties, I dried my hair, curled it in loose waves and fixed my makeup, which had fallen by the wayside from the pond and MacKay’s lips and hands. My cheeks were flushed from sex and I had that bright-eyed look of someone who is excited about someone new.
It was almost embarrassing.
But I didn’t care.
I was excited. There was no denying it.
MacKay was the complete package and I wanted to see if there could be anything beyond today.
Maybe it was the restlessness of the summer, that feeling I’d been having of not knowing what the hell I was doing with my life. Of not being able to find a job.
Maybe it was just the closure on a crush.
Or maybe it was actually a spark of something.
Returning to the reception, I went toward the pack of women who were all romantically involved with MacKay’s friends, hoping for a chance to sneak glances at him.
All while knowing we shared a secret and it was a very sexy one.
CHAPTER FIVE
MacKay
“Why do you sound like you just went for a run?” JJ Beckett asked, eyeing me up and down after I returned to the reception. “And you look sweaty and wet.”
“I thought someone was drowning and I waded into the pond to save her.”
He studied me. “She wasn't drowning?”
“No. But it led to a hot and heavy moment with the woman I attempted to rescue. A blonde on the catering staff.” A really hot and heavy moment. A fucking unbelievably hot and heavy moment.
JJ started laughing. “Seriously? Where?”
“Behind that barn down by the pond.” I adjusted my pants for the third time. My cock hadn’t gone back in the way it had come out.
“Which staff member is she? So I know not to take any food she’s serving. I know where her hands have been.”
He might have a point. I glanced around. She’d gone left, I’d gone right.
I spotted her easily. The chemistry between us was magnetic. My eyes were instantly drawn to where she was standing, talking to several women, including Mia, JJ’s fiancée.
Wait a minute.
Something seemed off.
The caterers were all wearing black and white. She was wearing a floral form-fitting dress.
“Her,” I said to JJ. “Standing by Mia. Don’t be obvious though.”
I expected JJ to whistle or make a comment of congrats or something similar. Instead, he said, “You’re not serious.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
“Yes, I’m serious. Why?”
“Dude, that is not a caterer. That’s Cash’s little sister, Faith. Don’t you remember Faith?”
My mind went blank. My body froze. My dick shriveled. Cash’s sister? “You’re fucking lying,” I said. “There is no way.” I fished around in my memory banks for any sort of information about Cash’s sister. I remembered meeting his whole family at some point during college. “His sister is like middle school age.” I remembered that clearly. She had been a lanky blonde with too much makeup on for her age and braces. Pink braces.
“That was ten years ago,” JJ said. “That is most definitely, one-hundred-percent, Cash’s sister, Faith.”
I broke out in a sweat. “She said she was the caterer,” I insisted, because maybe if I said it enough it would become reality. She’d told me her name and I hadn’t made any connection. None whatsoever. I’d been too distracted by her smile and her body and her moans. Fucking hell. I did not want to be the guy who fucked his friend’s sister at a wedding. Not just any wedding. His wedding.
Though I clearly was that guy.
Damn it. Cash was one of my best friends.
“She’s wearing a party dress,” JJ said, cutting the tip of his cigar off. “You didn’t notice?”
“She was swimming in her bra and panties. There was not a dress anywhere in sight.” Though come to think of it, why would the caterer be swimming even if she was off work, like she’d claimed? There had been no thinking at all on my part. That was the problem.
JJ’s head popped up and his mouth dropped open. “Oh. Well, damn. I don’t blame you then.”
“I don’t blame me either,” I said. There had been no resisting her. None. Not a chance in hell. She had crooked her finger and I had been all in. Literally.
“She’s been here for weeks staying with Cash and Sera while she’s job-hunting. How is it you never crossed paths with her?”
“I’ve been in Kentucky for almost a month working at the main distillery. I haven’t seen Cash since he got back from Louisiana.”
“Honest mistake, I guess.” JJ rolled his cigar over his lighter. “Though she had to know who you are. Right?”
“I have no idea.” My eyes were drawn over to her again. She turned and caught my eye. She smiled, a sly upturn in the corner of her mouth. Then she bit her bottom lip and tilted her head, her fingers sliding through her loose blond curls.
Oh, yeah. She knew.
Or at least she knew I was her brother’s friend. How many guys at this wedding who were six-foot-three weren’t football players?
None that I could see.
Her eyebrows rose in question when I didn’t look away.
Our fellow football buddy Train came over, walking between us, interrupting my view of Faith.
He clapped JJ on the back. “What are you doing? Cigars are terrible for you. Especially for an athlete.”
“So is alcohol and that’s never stopped you,” JJ said, puffing on his lit cigar. “You never met a vodka you didn’t want to swallow.”
“There’s a joke in there somewhere but I’m just too sleep-deprived from the baby to find it,” Train said. He was a new parent but clearly that lack of sleep didn’t prevent him from noticing something was off with me. “What’s up with you? Why do you look so sweaty and disheveled?”
“He hooked up with Cash’s sister,” JJ said.
I rolled my eyes and buttoned the remaining open buttons on my shirt. “Beckett, shut the fuck up,” I said. “Everyone doesn’t need to know.”
“Holy shit,” Train said. “Do you know how protective Cash is of his sister?”
“If he was so protective of his sister she wouldn’t have been swimming in her underwear by herself and telling me she was part of the catering staff,” I said flatly. Was I responsible for my own actions? Hell, yeah. But so was Faith.
Her name didn’t suit her, come to think about it. She was too sexy and flirtatious and clearly cunning for a name that sweet. She had lied to me, which frankly felt like a setup.
“What are you going to do now?” Train asked.
“About what?” Miles asked as he strolled up with Dak North, pro quarterback and all-around shit talker.
“Mac hooked up with Cash’s little sister,” JJ said. “Down by the pond.”
