Carolina King (Drive Me Wild Book 2) (7 page)

Mack didn’t drive us to his house in Charleston. Instead, he drove to a house in Key City. He just didn’t seem like the kind of guy to have two houses, especially a two-story house with white siding and big windows. I could see the sparkling of water under the moonlight behind the house and a large detached garage off to the side.

“This is your house, Mack?” I asked in disbelief. He looked at me and then back at the house while nodding.

“Yeah, what’s so unbelievable about it?”

“It’s just, I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t expecting it is all.” It definitely didn’t look like the house of someone who was labeled a criminal. It looked like a home where you would have backyard barbecues and pumpkins on the front steps in the fall, a place for a family. “It’s beautiful. The only thing missing is a red door,” I said whimsically as my head filled with images of my own dream house and how it looked a lot like this place.

“You think it needs a red front door?” Mack asked and I nodded. He eyed me thoughtfully before getting out of the car, and I followed him along the path to the house. He unlocked the door and flicked on the light. I was just as impressed with the inside as I was with the outside. It was a far cry from the disgusting way his place was kept in Charleston.

My eyes scanned the open floor plan of the house. He didn’t have much furniture. Just a black leather recliner and a big-screen television mounted on the wall, but hardwood floors shined throughout the entire place. I walked around to the kitchen to see brand new stainless steel appliances. And by brand new I mean with the tag still hanging from the oven door.

“Yeah, I don’t cook.” Mack explained as he walked past me to the refrigerator. “Beer?” he asked and I shook my head, not really in the mood for drinking as I ran my fingers along the cool granite top of the counter.

He cracked open his beer and took a swig.

“How long have you lived here?” It couldn’t have been long. Mack stared down at my fingers as I traced the pattern in the counter absently. He seemed to be contemplating his answer.

“About a month.”

“So you live in both cities then?”

“Something like that.”

“Well either you do or don’t? I guess I didn’t realize that I’d asked a difficult question, Mack.”

“Why does it matter?”

His evasive answers made me angry. And not just regular angry but the hot-flames-of-fury kind of anger. So I pushed away from the counter quickly and glared at him.

“Right, it doesn’t matter. We’re just here to fuck. Got it. Where’s the bedroom so we can get started?” I pulled my shirt over my head and stormed off. My face felt as if it were on fire as rage consumed me.

Just shut up, Jonna.

This is what I signed up for. To be his fuck buddy. Fuck buddies didn’t get to ask personal questions.

“Jonna!” Mack called after me, but I was already running up the stairs two at a time in search of his bedroom. I ran past two empty rooms and a bathroom before I reached the end of the hall and found the master suite. There was a massive king-sized bed with a dark blue and black patterned comforter neatly covering it. I didn’t look at anything else as I stopped in front of the bed while unbuttoning my jeans. “Do you want to be on top or . . .?”

“Stop it,” Mack said as he grabbed my arms just as I was about to push my pants down.

“No, you stop it,” I hissed as I broke free of his hold, then grabbed his shirt and jerked it over his head. I think he was more stunned than anything, and didn’t know what to make of my actions. I crushed my mouth to his and he tried to push me away, so I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist causing him to stumble backward and fall on the bed.

“Jonna—” he started to say, but I kept plunging my tongue into his mouth, pouring all of my anger and hurt into the kiss. I grabbed his hair tightly in my fists and ground my hips into the front of his pants. He made another attempt to detach me from him by trying to roll me over, but I resisted by swinging my body the opposite way and biting down on his neck. That’s when he groaned. I knew that if he got me onto my back he would win, and I would be damned if I planned on giving in that easily.

I roughly kissed and sucked my way along his neck while I pushed his arms up so they were on either side of his head and kept them in place by pressing down on his biceps. He stopped struggling and I could feel the hard bulge in his jeans as I rubbed myself against it. I licked my way along his collarbone and down the hard muscles of his pecs where I trailed my tongue along the lines of his tattoo and paid special attention to the crown. He grabbed and pulled me back up so that our mouths could meet again, but I wouldn’t let him kiss me, instead I bit down on his bottom lip. Hard.

“Ow, what the . . . fuck!” Mack growled as his head snapped back sharply, then he pulled me back to him by cupping the back of my head to hold me still.

“Yes, let’s fuck,” I said, forcing myself to a sitting position. I immediately began unbuttoning his jeans while his hands went to my zipper. As soon as our lower halves were free I grabbed his stone-hard cock in my hand and sank down on to him. He threw his head back and groaned loudly.

“Ah, goddamn.” His chest was heaving, and I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance as I rode him hard and for all I was worth. My pace was brutal as I slammed down on him over and over. When his hand went to either side of my hips to control my movements, I smacked them away. He growled again and let his arms drop to his sides.

His eyes were shut tight as the veins in his neck became visible. I knew he was close, and I wanted to watch him explode, knowing that I done it to him, and that he was powerless to stop it. Suddenly his eyes shot open wide in surprise, and I knew it was the fastest I’d ever made him come.

“Oh. Oh fuck, Jonna. I’m gonna . . .” As soon as his dark depths found mine they glazed over with his release, and I could feel him pouring into me for what seemed like an eternity. That’s when I threw my head back in victory and let myself fall over the edge.

When I opened my eyes I was lying on Mack’s damp chest. I could hear his heart beating rapidly as he tried to slow his breathing. I sat up so that I could look at his face. His eyes were closed, his hands still rested at his sides, and his pants were around his ankles, trapped there by his shoes. Some of the anger from earlier had gone away, and now I was left feeling a little foolish. My feelings were hurt, my pride wounded, and my thigh muscles burned like a son of a bitch. When Mack finally opened his eyes, I expected for him to be angry, but I only saw confusion.

“Do you mind explaining to me what the fuck that was all about?”

I rolled off him and stared up at the ceiling. Then remained quiet for a long time as I tried to put into words what I was feeling.

“Mack, I don’t think I can be the girl you want. I can’t stand not knowing anything about you. What you do when you’re not with me.” I turned to him. “I know I’m not supposed to ask you these things, but I can’t help it.”

“Why aren’t you supposed to ask me these things? Jonna, you can ask me anything you want. There are just some things I can’t tell you. Not because I don’t want to. It’s just safer for you if I don’t.”

“That’s what I mean. I can’t be the girl who doesn’t know anything about the man she’s sleeping with, or at least not for as long as we’ve been seeing each other, Mack. I’m just not built that way.”

Mack exhaled a long, loud breath while pulling up his pants. I was about to sit up and ask him to take me to a hotel because I felt like I didn’t want to spend another moment with him, until he started speaking.

“I received this house as payment for a debt that was owed to me.”

“What kind of debt?”

“Somebody who owed me a lot of money for a shipment he was supposed to keep track of, but it was stolen before he could deliver it to me.” My breath caught. What could someone owe him that was worth the cost of an entire house?

“What kind of shipment?” I asked hesitantly.

Mack growled. “Jonna, don’t make me tell you. Please.”

I turned my back to him and he immediately wrapped himself around me.

“Parts. A lot of expensive car parts.”

“No kidding.” I snorted and hugged the pillow closer to my chest. “They must have been quite expensive in order for this house to be offered up as compensation.”

“Look, I’ve done a lot of shit I’m not proud of, but I’m trying like hell to get it all behind me.”

“So in the meantime, you kick someone out of their home? Yep, that sounds like something a person on the up-and-up would do.” I scoffed, and Mack let out another long breath.

“When I was handed the deed to this house, I took it because I knew it didn’t really mean anything to the guy. He flips houses as a way to make money when he’s not doing jobs for me. When I saw this place, I don’t know, something about it drew me in. I decided to keep it instead of selling like I’d first planned.” I couldn’t disagree with him. It was a great house, however, the reason he acquired it didn’t sit well with me.

“Mack, what you’re doing is dangerous.”

“I know. There was a time in my life where I didn’t have a choice. My father was a piece of shit drunk who could never keep a job and my mother couldn’t seem to stand up for herself and leave him. She worked two jobs and was hardly ever around, so my brother and I pretty much raised ourselves.” My heart ached for him. I was lucky to have such a loving and supportive family, sometimes I forgot that not everyone was as fortunate as me. I felt like such a brat for not always appreciating it.

“My brother and I figured out pretty early how to hustle suckers into racing us for money. At first it was just to help keep the lights on in the house and food on the table. We’d find our marks at gas stations, auto parts stores, or sometimes car shows. After a while, it wasn’t hard to hustle people out of all kinds of other things, too. It was cool at first, we had so much money we couldn’t spend it all, but we got greedy and started getting involved in things that reached much deeper than we realized. Now, we’ve got all kinds of heat on us. This is why we need to back away before one or both of us gets locked up for a long time.”

I twisted in his arms to face him. I thought I would feel better if he’d opened up to me, but all it did was make me worry even more.

“Jonna, I’m doing my best to get my shit together. You asked if I still lived in both places, and the answer is no. I don’t go to the Charleston house much anymore. It was my parents’ house, and I’ve always hated that place. I plan to get it sold as soon as I can. Sorry I upset you. I’m so used to always being on guard that my first instinct is to evade.”

I had so many questions I wanted to ask, yet I was terrified to know the answers to them. I was way out of my league, but at the same time I couldn’t make myself leave this bed. The way his body felt next to me seemed worth all of the uncertainty. It was like being surrounded in quicksand. The more my heart struggled to flee, the deeper it settled in.

“Thank you, Mack, for sharing that with me.”

“You’re not just some girl I fuck, Jonna. I’ll do better.” I nodded, feeling a little choked up by his words. I touched my lips to his, and he winced. That’s when I saw the slight swelling of his bottom lip and tiny red teeth marks. I gasped and sat up on my elbow to look at his mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I lowered my face and lightly kissed each nick. Mack shrugged.

“Aside from that part, the rest was kind of hot.” He laughed lightly, but then his expression grew serious. “We didn’t use anything.” My eyes went wide with shock. He was right. I’d gotten caught up in the heat of the moment and I’d forgotten about that part.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” I said, and Mack nodded.

“I’m clean, too. I get checked regularly, plus I’ve never done it before without protection.” He brushed curls away from my face, and I felt my body relax.

“Okay.” I smiled at him and lowered my head to rest on his shoulder.

“Okay.” He wrapped me tightly in his arms. “Are you always like that when you’re angry? I have to remember to piss you off more.”

I slapped his stomach, and he coughed out a laugh. “Don’t you dare, Mack King.”

“Oh, baby, you’d be surprised at the things I’d dare to do.” Before I could reply, he rolled me over and was covering my mouth with his. Anything else I’d wanted to say was forgotten.

I woke the next morning alone in Mack’s huge bed. There were no curtains covering the large windows, and bright sunlight filled the room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before sliding out of bed. On the way to the bathroom, I stopped to admire the breathtaking view outside. The blue water sparkled in the distance while the trees swayed in the morning breeze. A large black iron gate surrounded the perimeter of Mack’s property and separated his backyard from several feet of tall grass and sand that led to water. There was a wooden dock, and anchored to it was a cabin cruiser. Not only did he have two houses, but also a boat? Unease settled in the pit of my stomach.

This wasn’t a millionaire romance where having two houses and a small yacht was expected. A man like Mack King, with no known occupation, didn’t acquire assets like these legitimately. Drew’s words filled my head,
“All you need to know is that Mack King is a criminal and all of his shit will catch up to him sooner than later.”
I pushed away those thoughts and turned from the window.

Mack must have brought my overnight bag upstairs because it was lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. I grabbed it and went to the bathroom. When I was done showering and getting dressed I went downstairs in search of him. The house was very quiet. Since it was relatively empty, my footsteps echoed off the walls as I padded barefoot from one room to the other.

“Mack?” I called into the emptiness but didn’t get a response. I opened the kitchen door and stepped outside. I heard music coming from the detached garage several feet away, so I made my way across the stone path to the open door.

“Mack?” I hollered again and stuck my head in and looked around. That’s where I found him leaning over the open hood of his Ford Shelby, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. He straightened, stepped backward, and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his brow, his delicious rippled abdomen in full view briefly before the shirt was dropped back into place.

“Right here,” he answered as he reached in his back pocket and grabbed a hand towel, then used it to wipe the grease smudges on his forearms. His black hair was tousled as if he’d just gotten out of bed and didn’t bother to do anything with it. The morning stubble on his jaw gave him a roughness that was very sexy. I swallowed the drool threatening to seep from the corner of my mouth and shifted my focus around the garage where I saw a total of three cars. A black pickup truck, the red Ford Mustang GT he used for racing, and the vintage black Ford Shelby, but the red definitely stood out among the black cars.

“Morning,” I said as I stepped into the garage and walked over to get a better look around. I weaved my way through the cars and equipment while staring around the space with my mouth agape. I thought my family’s garage was well stocked, but this place was impressive with mounted racks from the ceiling, an alignment machine, a four-post lift, and an entire wall covered with everything one could ever need to work on a car.

“Wow,” I breathed. It was clear where he’d spent most of his time during the month since he’d moved in. His house was barely furnished; however, the garage was fully stocked. “Ouch,” I yelped as I stubbed my toe on something heavy and solid on the floor. Before I could reach down to soothe the hurt Mack was instantly in front of me and lifting me up, and at the same time shoving aside items on the countertop.

“What are you doing in here with bare feet?” he scolded me as he sat me down on the elevated surface and lifted my foot to inspect the damage. When he seemed satisfied that my injury wasn’t serious, he placed a soft kiss to my sore toe. Heat gathered in the pit of my belly, and the muscles between my legs clenched. He gave me a wicked grin that said he knew exactly what he’d done before lowering my foot. He parted my thighs and stepped between them and wrapped his arms around me. He smelled of motor oil mixed with a hint of tobacco, and I breathed him all in. He ran his nose up the side of my neck and inhaled me too. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the area of skin at my pulse before lightly biting down. I threw my head back, exposing more of my neck to him.

“Sail” by AWOLNATION began playing through the mounted speakers on the wall. I slid my hand under the back of Mack’s T-shirt, craving the feel of his hot skin. My body ached for him, even though it had only been a few hours since he was last inside of me. He lifted my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist as he pushed up the hem of my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. With quick fingers, he undid the clasp in the front and my breasts fell free. I gasped as he sucked my nipple into his mouth while massaging the other breast. I ran my fingers through his hair and held him close, loving the feel of his tongue swirling and teasing me, before he pulled the tight point between his teeth causing me to cry out. He repeated the same delicious torture to my other nipple as I moaned his name. The loose skirt I was wearing fell away from my thighs making my matching black lace thong visible. Mack slid his fingers along the edge of the lace before dipping two fingers inside. It was all I could do to not pull a repeat of last night and push him against the car and fuck him senseless again. This time I knew he was enjoying the control.

He lifted me off the counter, and I placed my feet down carefully before he spun me around, flipped up the material of my skirt, and gave my exposed backside a slap.

“Oh, my . . .” I gasped as he smoothed a hand over the area he’d just hit before placing a smack to the other cheek. “Ah,” I cried out. He then got to his knees and pressed kisses to both cheeks as his fingers tugged down my panties. His tongue ran along my skin, from the top of my hips, to the round globe of my ass, and finally along the wetness that was already trailing down my thigh.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured as he licked his way up my inner thigh and along the seams of my wet opening. “So fucking beautiful.” I pressed my palms against the counter to steady myself.

“Mack,” I moaned. “Please.” My plea coming out as a whimper. While the torture was divine, I really needed to feel him inside of me.

“What do you want, baby?” His voice was husky as he continued to swirl his tongue around every place except where I needed him the most.

“You. I want you. Inside of me. Now.”

“Anything you want, Jonna. You can have anything you want from me.” My heart lurched, and I forced myself not to think about what he could mean by those words. All I wanted, and the only thing I needed, was him.

I heard him push down his pants, and when his warm thighs were against mine, he lifted my hips higher. I arched my back as he rubbed the head of his erection along my opening, and I tried to push myself back onto him. The wait was agonizing as he pushed in a few inches and then pulled out. He did this twice more, going a little deeper each time, but not fully to the place I desperately wanted him.

“Please, Mack. Harder,” I begged. “I want all of you.”

“Then take it.” He grabbed my hips and plunged all the way in. I grabbed ahold of the counter and screamed. It seemed impossible to feel this needy for him, but I couldn’t get enough. My inner muscles clenched down tightly on his cock. I held myself steady while he pumped into me. His pace was hard and measured as if he knew just where to stop, which way to move his hips to make sure I felt him with every movement, and in every place that ached for him. Release found me rather quickly, and I didn’t even try to prolong it. I came hard and fast, my muscles clenching tightly around him, ringing out every blissful sensation. Mack rested his front against my back as he groaned and stiffened behind me with my name falling from his lips over and over.

I turned around and stared at him. His eyes were lazy and his expression relaxed. It was the way he always looked after sex, and I loved it.

“That look.” He pulled me to him and brushed my curls behind my ear as he stared into my eyes.

“What look?” I asked meeting his gaze. I didn’t know I had a
look,
too.

“That one where you look at me like”—he paused and turned his head away—“like I’m somethin’ special.” He shifted his eyes to stare at the wall behind me.

“But you are, Mack.”

When he looked back, I could see he wanted to believe me. His lips turned up at one corner, then he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. I let out a long sigh and allowed my body to melt into his. When the kissed ended so did that moment we’d just had. He became slightly withdrawn as he stepped back to zip up his pants.

“Are you hungry?” I blinked several times and tried to focus on his question. I actually was hungry, and as if on cue, my stomach growled.

Mack chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” When I nodded, he grabbed my hand and guided me out of the garage.