Mace (Cocky Cage Fighter #4) (9 page)

I relentlessly fuck her incredible mouth for maybe thirty amazing seconds, until the pressure builds and I can’t possibly take anymore. My cock jerks and then it explodes down her throat as I yell out obscenities to the sky. The jumbled words come out between gasps, sounding like a different language, orgasmese or some shit. The shudders of pleasure, stronger and longer than fucking ever, rock through me all the way down to my soul. It’s like an out of body experience as I glimpse what has to be paradise before I float slowly back down to Earth. 

It takes me a while to remember we’re on the side of the road when I come down from the wonderful high. By then, Hailey is already back on her feet and putting my limp and sated cock away in my pants for me. She exhales heavily once she’s finished her task, like she’s sad to say goodbye to him. Oh, but now it’s her turn. I’m pretty sure that if I go down on her, a ton of cars would stop for a knockout blonde they think is standing alone, broke down on the side of the road. And damn if that doesn’t suck because I’ve been dying to taste her since I first saw her yesterday. Some other time this week? Maybe? Hopefully.

For now, I cup the side of her gorgeous face and kiss the fuck out of her while my other hand dives straight up underneath her polka dot, pin-up dress to jerk her panties down her legs. Once they’re out of the way, I ease my middle finger along the seam of her very smooth pussy lips. Hailey almost jumps clear out of my hold at the light contact, but then her arms around my neck tighten. Fuck, she’s soaking wet.

Since even my fingers are big, I take my time lubing them up with her leaking arousal before I penetrate her with just one. She moans into my mouth as I slip it knuckle deep inside of her, and God, she is so fucking tight. When her thighs clench together around my hand, I know exactly what she needs, so I find her clit with my thumb. Her gasp and the way her entire body suddenly sags against the car tells me I’m hitting the right spot. I swallow her pants until she shakes in my arms and her inner walls throb around my finger with her release. By this point, I have my arm around her waist to hold her up. I’m almost worried that all the bones in her body have liquefied based on how limp she goes. Our kiss softens until I break it, reaching down to pull her panties back into place.

Seeing the fuck drunk look on Hailey’s face, a flush spread across her cheeks, red swollen lips and heavy eyelids, is so damn sexy. It makes me wish we were in my bed so I could replace that expression every time it started to disappear.

“This…doesn’t change anything,” I tell her seriously through breathless pants. Her eyes blink up at me slightly wider. “You still can’t touch my radio.”

Hailey giggles and flashes me the same stunning smile as the first one when I saw her at the airport. It’s just as potent as before, if not more so because I’m closer to ground zero this time. To know I’m responsible for putting that smile on her face makes me feel like a god. The power to make a woman this damn incredible so happy has to be the equivalent of walking on water. Getting this reaction from her is addictive, and I hate the fact that in a few hours my job will be done. I’ll have delivered her to her family and that will be the end of us. There’s no world in which she would want to be with some lowlife like me, even if her brother did approve, which he doesn’t.

“You ready to get back on the road?” I ask.

“Sure,” she says softly.

Reluctantly, I let her go and walk around to get back in the car. After I start it up, I realize I’m still smiling like an idiot. “I can’t believe you did that,” I look over and tell Hailey who’s putting on her seatbelt.

“After all that talk yesterday about your filthy mouth, I can’t believe
you
didn’t give me a demonstration.”

Oh fuck. She wanted me to lick her pussy and I chickened out.

“Is that what you want to use your IOU on?” I ask, referring to the red stirrer that’s still in her purse.

“I haven’t decided yet,” she says before slipping her sunglasses back in place.

Hell, she wouldn’t need to use up her favor on that because I would willingly get on my knees for her if we were anywhere other than the side of the highway. Maybe that means I might just get a chance to shove my tongue between her lovely legs this week.

Mace

The rest of our road trip is sadly uneventful. Unable to think of any more excuses to stop and delay the inevitable, we pull up at the gates of Linc’s enormous beach house way too soon. I punch in the code Linc texted me, and then my and Hailey’s time alone together is officially over. In fact, I barely put the car in park next to a long row of other vehicles before the front door opens and Hailey’s mom and dad come running out to greet us.

“Thank goodness! I’m so relieved the two of you finally made it safely,” Mrs. Abrams says to us. An attractive, genuinely nice woman who I’ve met several times since Linc and Claire started dating. She looks like she could be Hailey’s older sister with the same long blonde hair, only she’s at least half a foot shorter than her daughter.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” her dad asks Hailey when she climbs out of the car. Gary Abrams is just a slightly graying, heavier set replica of Linc.

“You look too beautiful and radiant to be sick,” her mother tells her.

I totally agree.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad,” Hailey says to her parents before she hugs them. I instantly feel a pang of envy, missing the unconditional love only a mother can offer, and never knowing what it’s like to have a father. Apparently, mine was never seen or heard from again after my mom told him she was pregnant with me. “I told you I’m fine,” Hailey insists. “I think I just ate something bad or had one of those twenty-four hour stomach bugs.”

Liar. But I don’t call her out in front of her parents. Instead, I silently grab our bags from the trunk. While I want to tell them and/or Linc about what’s going on with Hailey, I know it’s something she needs to do herself. An army could tell her she’s gorgeous and perfect, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop making herself sick until she’s ready to get help.

“Mason!” Mrs. Abrams exclaims in greeting. “Thank you so much for taking care of our girl.” She hugs me, even though I can’t reciprocate with my hands full. “And aren’t you looking as strong and handsome as ever.”

“Mom!” Hailey mutters exasperatedly, covering her face, but the compliment only makes me smile.

“Thank you, Mrs. Abrams.”

“We’re family now, please just call me Lynn,” she says with a pat to my biceps.

The front door opens again, and this time it’s my sister Claire, her soon to be husband Linc and my once good friend but now arch nemesis, Senn who all come down the front steps to greet us.

My sister asks me something when she hugs me, but I miss her question because I’m too distracted with jealousy. Senn lifts Hailey clear off the ground when he hugs her tightly, causing my teeth to grind painfully against each other. I silently yell at her not to reciprocate. To push him away. Hailey doesn’t do either. Instead, she smiles and laughs before telling him to put her down. Her smile is no longer my smile but
his
, and that pisses me off. I know my friend, and I’ve seen him with a lot of beautiful women. To Senn, Hailey’s just an easy lay, staying under the same roof for the next week. It was clear from the phone conversation I heard last night that he hasn’t made any effort to go see her in New York when she had obviously wanted him to. If he gave a shit about her, he would have got on a plane more than once, not just waited around for her to come home again.

“I’m so glad you’re here. You’re all the family I have left.”

Hearing my sister say such depressing words, I finally return my attention back to her. This is her week, and I need to stop being so goddamn selfish, wanting someone I can’t have.

“It’s good to see you, sis,” I tell Claire. “You ready to get hitched?”

“Yeah, I am,” she says confidently, with a happy smile and no doubt or hesitation on her beautiful face. A face so similar to Mandy’s that it sometimes hurts too much to look at her. It’s the reason I haven’t seen much of my oldest sister over the last few months. I’m betting Claire has the same problem every time she looks in a mirror. The only difference between the two was that Mandy never looked as happy as Claire, even when we were younger. I think Mandy always had demons that led to her getting into the porn industry and falling into drug addiction. Now I can’t help but wonder how long Hailey has been battling her own brand of demons.

When we all start to head up the steps and into Linc’s oceanfront mansion, the one he usually offers year round to people with terminal illnesses, his mom tells us with a heavy sigh, “Sorry, Mason and Hailey, but all the bedrooms upstairs have been claimed for the views, so that just leaves the two rooms down in the basement.”

Alone, downstairs, with Hailey all week? Fuck yes.

“My room has an awesome view of the ocean,” I hear Senn lean over and quietly tell Hailey as they climb the steps in front of me. He’s clearly inviting her to join him in his bed. Fuck that. I’ll just have to make sure there’s no reason for her to want to leave the ground floor.

Goddamn it. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t touch her for so many really good reasons. Being in the same space with her for a week is going to be killer on my already weak self-control. Especially when I think about the roadside servicing she just gave me, and the one I feel compelled to reciprocate. But if no one else finds out we’re fooling around this week, then I haven’t done anything wrong, right? We’ll just have to keep it on the down low.
Nobody has to know.
I sing the R. Kelly lyrics to myself. My motto for the next several days. I already feel guilty for the blowjob, so what’s a few more rounds of making out to go with it before I have to confess all my sins?

“We were all just getting ready to head to the beach,” Gary tell us as we walk into the main floor of the house.

“I’ll show you your rooms, and then why don’t you two get unpacked and join us?” Lynn asks.

“Sounds good, Mrs…Lynn,” I tell her at the same time Hailey makes some sort of noise that sounds like a groan.

After taking us to the downstairs apartment, two bedrooms, a queen bed in each, with a shared living room, bathroom and small kitchen, Lynn leaves us to unpack. It takes me all of two seconds to toss my duffle bag in a closet and call it good before heading over to Hailey’s room. She’s actually moving clothes from her luggage to drawers and hanging them in the closet and shit. I notice a pile of panties and lacy bras. The sight of those is all it takes for my cock to get hard.

“So, are you going to the beach?” I ask.

“Eh,” she says with a shrug like she could take it or leave it. The fucking beach. What’s wrong with this girl?

“What? You don’t like the ocean? Can’t stand the sand in your ass crack?”

“I don’t like bathin’ suits,” she says without looking up from her task of sorting piles of clothing.

“Why not? I bet you’re hot as fuck in a bikini,” I tell her when I take a seat on the edge of the bed, conveniently beside the pile of lingerie. Reaching out, I finger the satin and lace, unable to stop myself from imagining how awesome they would look on Hailey, especially the skimpy black set.

Hailey barks out a laugh. “I don’t wear bikinis.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I ask, removing my gaze from the sexy underwear and eyeing her up and down over the tight fitting bust and short hem of her retro dress. “Because if there was ever a female body made for a bikini, it would be yours.”

She reaches into a pile of clothing and holds up two pieces of brown and pink fabric with some sort of floral design. It’s big enough that it could wrap around her twice. “The tankini is my preferred style of swimwear,” she tells me.

“Fuck that shit,” I say dismissively. “I’d give my left hand to see you in a bikini.”

“Left hand?” she asks, pausing in her sorting to raise a dark blonde eyebrow at me.

“Well yeah. I would only give the right one to see you naked.”

She laughs and turns away from me, but doesn’t respond.

“Come on, Hailey. Make one of my dreams come true.”

Shaking her head, she says, “Hell no, not that I own a bikini, even if I agreed to be seen in one.”

“Oh, well, we can remedy that right now,” I tell her, remembering one of the beach shops we drove past not even a mile up the road. Sure, my bank account is exceedingly low, but to see Hailey in a bikini, I would gladly spend my last dime. “I’ll go get you one if you’ll wear it.”

“You’re gonna buy me a swimsuit?” she asks skeptically with a hand on the sexy hip of her pin-up dress. “You don’t even know what size I wear.”

“You’re right,” I concede. “I need to get your measurements first.” Standing up in front of her, I reach out, cupping both of her titties in my hands. I swallow a groan as I weigh them, squeeze them, and just for the hell of it, fondle them a little, strumming my thumbs over her erect nipples through the fabric of her dress. The whole time, Hailey is looking up at me with her lips parted in surprise like she’s not sure if she wants to smack me or fuck me. My cock knows which one he would prefer. Before she can decide, I slide my palms down to her bony hips and around her back to fill them both with her incredible ass, showing it the same treatment as her tits. “Okay, I think I’ve got your size down now.”

“I’m not wearin’ a bikini,” she says, pressing her breasts against me and grabbing my shoulders to pull me closer instead of push me away. My cock surges forward in desperation for her. Still kneading her ass, I lean down to kiss the side of her neck, and then flick my tongue over her warm, salty skin.

“If you’ll wear a bikini,” I tell her against her rising goosebumps. “I’ll spend the whole night between your legs, licking your pussy until I give you so many orgasms you beg me to stop.”

I feel and hear the sharp intake of air when she gasps against my chest. She doesn’t respond with words after several more seconds, so I reluctantly pull back to see her face. She looks shocked and awed, blinking big blue eyes up at me, all innocent virgin, like she can barely comprehend such a lewd concept, but wants it nonetheless.

“Deal?” I ask. When she nods her agreement, I know I have to be grinning like the devil himself. I’m not sure which one I’m more excited about - seeing her in the skimpy swimsuit or eating her out. Seeing her in the bikini, knowing how I got her to agree to it and what I get to do later tonight will probably be what gets my chubby buddy the hardest.

Before she can change her mind, I release my hold on her warm, willing body and leave the house on my mission.

…

Hailey

Standin’ frozen in the bedroom, I try to figure out what the hell just happened. I’ve been manipulated into doin’ two things I know I shouldn’t, but when Mason’s hands and mouth are on me…I forget all the reasons why. There are some important ones, too, like he’s a player and I don’t want to get hurt. There’s also the fact that this is nothin’ but a weeklong fling at most since we live five hundred miles apart. He’s about to become my brother’s brother-in-law, which will make for
really
awkward family get-togethers for years to come after things end between us this week. Then there’s whatever I have going on with Senn, which is sort of a mystery, but I still have to figure out. The ache in my lower belly doesn’t give a shit about all that though and can’t wait to get back in this room with Mason tonight.

Quicker than I ever thought possible, Mason is back, offerin’ me a plastic retail store bag. I accept it as if there’s a snake inside waitin’ to jump out and bite me. His smile, set in those too- cute-to-be-real parentheses, is what convinces me to head for the bathroom to try it on. Maybe it won’t fit, then I won’t have to wear it, but he still might agree to follow through with the other part of our deal. The warm pressure and pulse between my legs is so heavy it takes my breath as I imagine Mason’s greedy, talented tongue delvin’ into my pussy over and over again until I burst with pleasure. 

After I shut the bathroom door, I sit the bag on the counter to see what he picked out. It’s a turquoise string bikini. The triangle top is a size large, which makes me cringe, but the bottoms are mediums. Pullin’ off my braless dress, and slippin’ out of my panties, I try the bottoms on first and then tie on the top. Surprisingly enough, both fit. Perfectly.

Dreadin’ what I’ll see, but needin’ to do it anyway, I turn around and look in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Yep, I’m just as massive as always.

There’s a knock from the other side of the bathroom, and then, in the reflection of the mirror, I see Mason step inside the room from the other door. Frick, I forget to lock
his
entrance to the shared space.

“What is it with you and bathrooms? Have you ever heard of privacy?” I exclaim as I spin around to face him.

“Goddamn, Hailey,” he replies, ignorin’ my questions. He’s too busy eyein’ me up and down. There’s this…almost primal expression on his face, causin’ his hooded eyes to darken. It’s the look of a man who’s lost, possessed with need and want so strong he looks like he’s seconds away from throwin’ me down on the tile and havin’ his way with me. My inner cavewoman approves and is already naked and gettin’ ready with her slutty hand between her legs. Even my inner bitch is quiet, unable to deny that he definitely likes what he sees for some unknown reason. I’m certain no man has ever looked at me in the same desperate way before, and it’s…nice. Now I can’t help but actually feel a little bit sexy, despite what I see in the mirror.