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Authors: JC Szot

BOOK: All In

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Her facial expressions changed as he spoke through
the curtain of rain that poured between them. Mick could now read and give a
voice to the barrage of different emotions, ones he’d felt and battled
virtually his entire life.

“No one’s going anywhere. We won’t even call where
we came from home. Home is now here,” Cara said, wiping the rain from her face.
“We’re staying right here.”

****

Her entire body shook with the intention of what
would come next. Cara grabbed Mick’s hand and pulled him into his room, out of
the rain. She licked the water from her lips, the air now humid and muggy.

Cara spun him around. Mick’s eyes
widened,
his lips parted and full.

“Are you saying you love me?” she asked, pushing through
years of reservations. Cara needed him to reiterate it one more time.

“Yes. God yes,” Mick said
breathlessly. “I don’t expect you—”

Cara shoved him into the wall, pressing her body up
against his. Their soggy clothes and the heat of their bodies turned the air
between them tropical. His cock dug into her belly, snaked behind his zipper.
His eyes darted between hers, his brows pulling together.

“There’s fiction, and then there’s reality,” Cara
told him, grinding her hips into his. Mick nodded quickly, his facial
expression puzzled. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a good dose of
reality right about now,” Cara told him. The statement flew from her mouth, her
words more forceful than she was accustomed to.

Mick’s facial expressions had Cara struggling to
contain her laughter. He looked nervous, stunned, and uncertain, all at the
same time. At this moment, Cara felt unusually comfortable and ready to let
loose and just be.

“You want a little dose of our reality, then?”
Mick asked, his tone hushed.
His mouth slowly curved into a
smile, pushing through a panic that had surprised her.

“Yes. Don’t you?” she asked, jutting a hip.

“Fuck, yes! Bring it on,” Mick growled.

Chapter
Thirty-One

Damp clothes stuck to hot skin, making the baring of
their flesh difficult. Their hands pawed at one another. Mick’s hand ran across
the wall, searching for the switch to turn on the air. The vents kicked on,
filling the silent room with a steady hum.

As Cara stepped back, Mick felt the floor beneath
his feet give way. The sight of her bared breasts had his mouth dry with
thirst. Pert nipples stiffened in the now cooler air. She pulled the
scrunchie
out of her hair, the strands still wet and
slithering over her shoulders.

His cock filled, aching to explode. Mick grabbed it,
squeezing, attempting to tame the stiff stalk. When she fell to her knees, a
whimpering moan escaped from his throat.

“Oh, man,” he gasped.

Her palms trailed over his skin, exploring and petting.
Fingers pried his legs apart and stroked over his sac.

“Oh… Lord
help
me,” he
sighed, leaning his head against the wall. The drifting air of her hot breaths
blew over his cock. Her close presence thrilled him. Mick reveled in the
tactile benefits of her touch as the air from her lungs puffed on his skin. The
light sweep of a warm and wet tongue had him sobbing out loud.

“Cara… Jesus.” He breathed. His head felt
swollen,
about to burst with this dose of reality she fed
him.

“Talk me through it,” she whispered. Mick felt her
gaze blaze a trail up and over his body. He couldn’t look down at her or he’d
lose it. He’d already reached climatic heights and she’d barely gotten started.

“I love you.” His words rode on an excited breath. “You’re
so beautiful, so perfect, everything I’ve wanted and didn’t think I’d ever
have.” His body flinched.

Her mouth was on him, drawing him into a deep tunnel
of molten heat.

“Yes,” he hissed. Mick inhaled, drawing in her
honeyed fragrance that filled the air around him. Her hands roamed, gripping
his thighs tight. She was taking control now, holding him right where she
wanted him. Her tongue slid up his dick in a teasing, tantalizing
slip
and slide. One hand moved to his groin, cupping and
coddling his balls, while the other wandered, caressing the cheek of his ass. She
was working him from all sides.

Mick felt his eyes cross behind his lids. His belly
fluttered as the wave of his desire began to surge fast. Her lips hugged his
cock, pulling him into the greater depths of her, where he wanted to be. His
balls started to tingle, his orgasm nearing the edge. He dropped his hands onto
her head, feeling for her shoulders. He yanked her to her feet.

She studied him through desire-laden eyes, her lips
glossed with him.

“I want a piece of me inside you … right now,” he
said hoarsely. She’d taken his voice away, crippling him with a longing that
knew no bounds.

She stepped back, glancing over her shoulder to
align her steps with the bed. Cara grabbed a corner of the bedspread and jerked
it back.

She reclined back, laying her body out before him,
passion in her eyes.

****

She wanted more of him. She’d tasted Mick in her
mouth, his unique, salted flavor. She’d licked the hard, hot flesh of him. All
boundaries had now been crossed, and she wanted nothing more than to continue
to roam and explore every detailed, hard crevice of him.

She opened her legs, watching him as he rose over
her. His hazel eyes burned into her, the color darkening like a shaded forest.
His palm landed on her belly, slowly inching its way south. His touch trickled
over her flesh.

“Take me,” she whispered. “Make me all yours.”

One hand gripped her ankle, raising her leg. Muscles
stretched. The burn was delicious.

Cara tilted her hips, her body crying for all of his.

Mick’s pelvis rested on hers. Their heart rates
joined, becoming erratic. His hand rested near her ear, his elbow locked. His
other hand lifted her leg higher, spreading her as wide as her body would
allow.

Cara’s hand found his cock, the slit soaked and
slick. The hard head was at her entrance, ready to slide inside her. The
anticipation made her delirious.

“That’s it,” he gasped. Mick’s brow
creased,
his gaze direct.

“Fuck me,” she told him through gritted teeth. “I
can’t stand it.”

His weight sank onto her as he thrust his hips,
driving into her with a force that was decadently sweet.

“Ah,” Cara groaned. “Harder.” His cock sliced
through her like a scalding knife. It felt so good, so right. It was a
beautiful pain that was nurturing for them both, a comfortable recklessness
that made the relationship all the more real.

“You feel it?” Mick asked, his words grunted with
effort. His hips pounded into her, meeting the rise and fall of hers.

“Yes. It’s perfect,” she told him through winded
breaths. Her neck stretched back. Mick could read her, knowing what she wanted
and where. His mouth sank into the crook of her neck. His teeth scored through
her, sharpening the encounter with a wild lust. His potent scent and the damp
smells of their skin clouded over them, adding to the carnal allure.

“I’m there. Oh, God,” Cara wailed. Muscles burned as
sweat bled through her skin. Perspiration collected between them, making the
friction that much more incredible. His cock slid over her clitoris, making
sensual music with her body. Sweet spasms knocked at her walls as she bore down
on Mick’s cock, riding the wave to the very end. “I love you.” She reached for
him. Her fingers clawed at his wiry cheeks, directing his eyes down to hers. “Everything
I needed was right under my nose. I just didn’t see.” Her eyes stung. Mick
shook his head.

“Don’t. We’re here now,” he said softly. His face
smoothed with tenderness as he gently rolled her on top of him, their pace
slowing.

Cara straddled him, his cock still erect and speaking
loudly for release.

“Rock me, baby. Let me lie here and watch you.” Mick
smiled up at her. He lifted his hand to her face, his finger tracing her lips.

Cara rested her hands on his sturdy chest, washing
his body below with the steady, rhythmic sway of her hips. Mick’s face
slackened, free of all tension.

“Yeah … that’s good,” he breathed.
“Oh, yeah.”
His eyes squeezed shut, consuming all that she
was giving.

His hand gripped her hip, hanging on as he rode on
the breeze of his pleasure, pleasure her body was giving him. Her pussy
enveloped him, waking up to the slow, burning swell of another release.

“Christ, Cara,” he groaned, arching up into her. His
body shook below
hers,
raining with a release that
Cara couldn’t wait to ignite again.

****

Their bodies lay in an exhausted, tangled heap. Cara
rested her head on Mick’s boarded abs. Her finger drew lines down the firm
curves of his body, settling on the seam of his groin. Cara lifted her head. Mick
was glancing down at her, their gaze meeting over the span of his torso.

“We
gotta
get out of this
hotel,” he said, shaking his head.

“My boss, Todd, might have a house for rent, long
term,” Cara informed him. Todd had offered her the house, though Cara thought
there might have been an ulterior motive, but if Todd wanted the rental income,
Cara didn’t think he’d have a problem renting it out to them.

It grew quiet in the room. Cara slung her leg over
Mick’s, feeling the light brush of his body hair.

Amusement suddenly bubbled inside of her, releasing
it with light laughter.

“What’s with you?” Mick asked.

“So which book were you reading?” she asked, unable
to conceal her grin.

“I was reading
Marred
and Scarred
,” Mick admitted, his reply hesitant.
“You?”
His brow lifted in question.

“
Down and
Dirty
,” she told him, toying with the scant hairs near
his nipple.

“Mm.”
Tiny
creases wrinkled between his brows. “
Down
and Dirty
sounds good.”

“I’m already scarred.” Cara gestured to her forearm,
the first glitch of their journey.

Mick laughed dryly. “You
wanna
be marred, too?” he asked. His eyes flashed, the ideas flooding in. “Because
that can be arranged.”

“Sure.” Cara laughed, rocking him playfully. “Are
you all in?”

“I’ve been in, baby,” Mick grinned, pulling her into
his arms.

The
End