Adrenaline (Speed #2) (21 page)

AS MUCH AS I LOVED
playing with Sophie, I was so worked up sexually I was about to burst into flames. It didn’t help having Malcolm eye fuck the hell out of me since our little escapade in the laundry room.

As the night went on, I was introduced to more people, got to know Shirley and Paul, Malcolm’s parents, better and had the distinct feeling Malcolm was wanted by more than just me attending this party. The amount of women trying to give him their attention turned my stomach.

“Paislie! The next part of the party is about to start. You need to get into your party pajamas.”

I stared at Sophie like she had grown two heads. “Huh?”
Really, Paislie? That was the best you could do?

My body knew he was there before he uttered a word. “Paislie has her pj’s in her room and she’ll be up soon, princess. You go with the rest of the girls and get ready.”

Sophie’s big blue eyes darted between Malcolm and me. “Are you going to help Paislie get ready?”

Oh how I hope so.

“Oh no, Sophie! I’m a big girl and can get ready on my own,” I practically spit out as I felt both Autumn and Shirley staring at me. When my eyes lifted, Autumn was smiling, but Shirley was staring at Malcolm.

With a little jump, Sophie grabbed two of her friends and darted for upstairs. Autumn laughed and said, “The party’s in the game room. See you soon, Paislie!”

She had an evil look in her eyes and I had a feeling something was up between her and Malcolm. I knew she had played a hand in me being a part of all of this tonight, and I was positive it was at the request of Malcolm.

Malcolm slid his arm around my waist and my body was engulfed in heat. Glancing up, I had to remind myself to breathe. I was so lost in his blue eyes.

I pulled in a breath of air and turned to Shirley who was now staring at me. “So, Paislie, what do your parents do for a living?”

My breath caught and I wasn’t sure why. I was used to answering this question, but for some reason I felt like Shirley was putting me on a judging table and checking me out with a fine-tooth comb.

“I actually grew up in an orphanage. My mother passed away when I was young and my father . . . well my father basically didn’t want to have to deal with me.”

There it was. No use in sugar coating it. She asked and I gave her the answer. Malcolm held me tighter, as if I needed the extra strength. I appreciated the gesture, but I wasn’t ashamed of my childhood. Do I wish it had been different? Of course I did. But Elizabeth was like my mother and I was the way I was because of her and God.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

I gave her a polite smile and attempted to ease her guilt for asking. “Oh no worries, you wouldn’t have known.”

“Paislie actually thought for a little while she might want to be a nun.”

My mouth fell open as I looked at Malcolm and then back to his mother, who now wore a smile from ear to ear.

Oh. Okay. I get it. The fact that I thought about becoming a nun made me appear a bit more innocent. Like maybe I wasn’t trying to get my claws into her baby boy’s money. She probably thought I was still a virgin too.

The memory of Malcolm’s face between my legs popped into my head. It didn’t take long for me to get hot and bothered. Malcolm moved his lips along my neck and to my ear.

“What are you thinking about?”

I grinned an evil grin as I simply said, “I need to do laundry.”

His eyes lit up and I could see the desire building.

“Well, I guess I should go get ready for the next part of the party!” I exclaimed with a smile.

Shirley looked lovingly at Malcolm and something passed between the two of them. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it, but something for sure was exchanged.

“I’ll walk you to your room,” Malcolm said as he placed his hand on my elbow and led me in that direction.

Oh. Shit.

Glancing back over my shoulder, I asked, “Will I see you upstairs, Mrs. Wallace?”

“Shirley, call me Shirley, sweetheart. And oh no,” she said with a chuckle. “Those days are long over. I’m heading back out to the big people party.”

Malcolm and I both chuckled as he said, “See you in a few minutes, Mom.”

She nodded her head. “Hurry along, Malcolm. I want to introduce you to Katelyn McDermott. She’s dying to meet you.”

Turning away, I tried not to let that bother me, but it did. I got the feeling Malcolm’s mother wouldn’t approve of a relationship between us.

Malcolm placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to my room. When I got to the door, I turned and said, “Thanks, but I’ve got it from here.”

His eyebrows pinched together. “The fuck you do.”

Reaching behind me, he opened the door and guided me in. “Listen, I got the feeling your mother didn’t care for me all that much or she’s looking to set you up with Katelyn McDermott. Either way, you should probably get back to the party.”

He stared at me like he was trying to let what I said soak in. Slowly shaking his head, he started moving toward me, causing me to back myself right up against a wall. “Do you really think I care about Katelyn McDermott?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you?” I asked as my heart pounded in my chest.

His eyes searched my face. “No, I couldn’t care less about her. What I care about is finishing what I started.”

My face felt heated as I thought about Malcolm’s lips on me.

“It’s unfortunate that my knee is bothering me right now, because I would get down and fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh. My,” I whispered.

“So my fingers are going to have to do, Paislie.”

I will so take fingers, lips, dry humping, or anything else he wanted to do at this point.

“O-okay,” I mumbled.

He reached up under the gown and quickly found his way as he pushed his fingers inside me. It didn’t take long for me to start bucking my hips like a damn virgin girl about to get off for the first time.

Taking a hold of his jacket, I dropped my head back and pumped my hips against his hand. “That’s it baby, fucking hell; you look so good about to fall apart at the mercy of my fingers.”

My orgasm was quickly building and I prayed like hell no one knocked on my door.

When my legs trembled, I knew it was about to hit.

“I’m going to come!” I cried out as he pressed his lips to mine and finger fucked me to one hell of an orgasm. It felt naughty . . . knowing he had a whole party outside waiting for him and yet he took the time to finish pleasing me. It was almost as naughty as my first-ever orgasm. In the back hallway of the sanctuary with Peter . . . oh, what was his last name?

He was two years older and when he told me he wanted to put his fingers inside me and make me come, I had no idea what he was talking about. Ten minutes later I was begging him to do it again. We snuck around for four months, finding spots to kiss and make each other come until he finally took my virginity before he left for the Army.

“I need to feel your pussy come on my cock . . . tonight.”

I was still trying to recover my breathing from the orgasm when his dirty talk practically had me falling over the edge again. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Do you like when I talk dirty to you?”

I nodded my head, afraid to look at him.

“You better change into your pj’s, baby. Sophie’s waiting for you.”

My eyes slowly opened and I wanted to argue so badly. “I . . . I don’t really have appropriate pj’s to wear to her um . . . her um . . .”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Slumber party?”

“Yes.”

Malcolm’s eyes drifted over to my bed as I followed his gaze. There sitting on the bed were two different sets of pajama’s. One was flannel and was from the movie Frozen, very much for Sophie’s party. The other was a white lace two-piece set of lingerie. My lower stomach clenched at the idea of parading around in front of Malcolm in it. Teasing his hard dick as I rubbed against him.

“Oh Lord in heaven,” I softly spoke.

His lips were on my neck as he chuckled. “I take it you saw what I want you to wear for me tonight.”

My mouth parted open as I stared at it and then glanced back to him. “Um . . . tonight?”

With a wink and flash of his panty-melting smile, he turned and headed out the door. Leaving me alone to wonder what tonight would bring.

I’d never been to a slumber party. Granted I was twenty-five, having one of the best nights of my life, and feeling like a five-year-old, but I didn’t care. It was so much fun watching Sophie and her friends playing and just doing what little girls their age did. The knock at the door had Sophie jumping up. “They’re here! Mommy, come quick. Paislie help!”

I was surprised to see it was only Autumn and me along with six other little girls. The fact that I was included made my heart want to burst from the giant happiness bubble I was currently living in.

When the door opened, six guys came walking in, each carrying at least four pillows with them.

Narrowing my eyes, I looked over at Autumn and asked, “I thought the girls were sleeping in their sleeping bags. What are all the pillows for?”

Autumn’s smile started off innocent and small. Then it grew bigger and had a bit of evil sprinkled in there.

I never saw it coming. From all sides of me little girls holding one to two pillows each were hitting me. Sophie screamed out, “Pillow fight!”

My hand came over my mouth as I was overcome with emotion. My first pillow fight! I spun around to say something to Autumn when she clocked me right on the side of my head . . . rendering me dazed for a good ten seconds. She covered her mouth and lost it laughing.

“Oh. Oh you just opened the gate of h.e.l.l!” I said as she screamed and took off running. It wasn’t right, but I pulled a pillow out of Sophie’s best friend Jordan’s hands and took off after Autumn.

“Run! Mommy, run!” Sophie shouted as she laughed.

“Get her, Paislie!” Sophie exclaimed.

I stopped running and turned to Sophie. “You can’t cheer both of us on, Sophie! It’s one or the other.”

Her face fell. “But I want you both to win.”

I went to say something when Autumn came up from the rear and got me again. This time I was prepared and retaliated with a quick spin and landed a hit right on the side of her face . . . causing her to drop to the ground.

“Yes!” I screamed as Autumn jumped back up with stealth moves. “Oh . . . you think because this is my first pillow fight, I ain’t got the moves?”

Autumn pressed her lips together in an attempt not to laugh.

“Ain’t isn’t a word, Ms. Paislie!” Jordan called out.

“It is tonight, Jordan!” I shouted and took off after Autumn.

This night would by far go down as one of the best nights of my life.

THE DOOR TO THE WORKOUT
room opened as I peered up and saw her. “Morning.”

I wanted to be pissed off, but her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes wouldn’t allow it. I could hear the girls up almost half the night laughing and having fun. My heart wanted to burst knowing Paislie was enjoying herself so much.

“I take it you had fun last night?”

She chewed on the corner of her lip as she took a few steps in and shut the door. I’d been looking forward to seeing her in the lingerie I’d bought for her, and at first I was upset she stood me up. That was before I saw her and Sophie skipping into the kitchen and making hot chocolate last night. I imagined Paislie didn’t have any birthday parties like Sophie’s and that broke my heart. With a tray full of hot chocolate, they headed back upstairs, but not before Paislie turned to see me watching them. With a smile and a wink, I told her to go have fun. My aching dick paid me back most of the night and had me jacking off at three am because I couldn’t fucking sleep.