Magnificent Ruin (Everlasting Series Book 2) (15 page)

“It’s a matter of idiosyncratic interpretation,” he says with a grin.

“Oh, that was fucking sexy. Say something else equally obscure.”

With one long stride, he’s next to me. He grips both my wrists roughly, pushing me backward until my back is against the wall.

He stares into my eyes for a second before his mouth locks on mine in a long, bruising kiss.

I throw my arms around him, almost unconsciously, to pull him closer. His hands travel up and down my back, finding my lacy panties, pushing a finger or two under the waistband.

“Is this why you came here dressed like a sweet little slut?” he says, his breath hot and ragged on my neck. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I say, breathless. “I want your hard cock all to myself.”

The towel around his hips drops to the floor within a split second. “Touch my cock then. Is this hard enough for you?”

Hell yeah. I wrap my fingers around his long, thick erection and it’s like I’m playing with granite. “I missed him,” I say, panting.

He takes my right hand in a fist, driving it up and down his cock until I pick up his rhythm and pump him a few times, making him grow even bigger which didn’t seem possible.

Tomas throws his head back, groaning. “That’s it, baby,” he says. “Take control.”

I get down on my knees to give him a few licks that have him pant, hands on my hair. I get up and push my tongue into his mouth.

He pushes me against the wall again, his hips pressed against me. We kiss hungrily and rough as his hands grab my breasts inside the lace, squeezing them together.

My breath is caught as my body throbs and weakens. I want him to touch me everywhere, I want to feel his breath and tongue and hands on me, I want to be his fuck toy.

He puts his hands under my ass to pick me up, carrying me over to his writing desk in front of the window.

He seats me on the desk, clearing papers, notebooks and pens with one swipe of his hand.

I put my arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss but he presses my back onto the desk until I rest on elbows and forearms.

He tugs my hips toward him so that his erection gently strokes my already throbbing parts through the panty fabric.

Pushing me back so I lie on the desk, he quickly grabs my legs to wrap them around his waist.

I gasp when he goes for my breasts again, getting the fabric out of the way on one of them to get to the nipple. He sucks hard on that rosy bud until it turns so hard and taut, it almost hurts. He carefully replaces the fabric over it to move to the next one.

The more he touches me, the more I need his touch. I’m like an animal that was locked in a cage for too long and can now, finally, run free. I moan louder as I take one of his hands and place it on my lace panties. I want his fingers inside me and then his tongue and then his cock. I want to swallow up everything he has to give.

“Don’t tease me again, baby,” I tell him. “I want you inside of me now.”

“Fuck,” he says. “You’re too much.”

With that, he pulls the panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside my aching flower. His thumb finds my clit and circles it, rubbing ever so slowly, shooting pleasure waves through my entire body.

“Now your tongue,” I command him, through panting and moaning.

He obeys immediately, throwing my legs over his shoulders, his sweet, hot tongue going straight for my throbbing button, licking and sucking on it with just the right amount of pressure, making my body shiver.

“Inside me,” I say. “Slip your tongue inside me before I come.”

He obeys again, sliding his tongue inside my wet core, swirling it around, running it along my inner walls. He’s fucking me with his tongue and making my blood roar in my ears.

When he starts licking upward and toward my clit again, I stop him. Every fiber in my body wants him to go on, wants him to push that tongue against my clit until I reach ecstasy but what I want even more is his impossible length inside me.

“Now your cock,” I say, almost in a whimper. “I want all of it.”

My boldness brings forth a wicked grin. “You can’t have my cock inside you and expect me to do as you say.”

“I don’t,” I say, unable to wait a second longer. I reach down for my underwear, trying to get rid of them.

“No,” he says, grabbing my hand. “Fucking leave them on. Leave everything on. Shoes and stockings and all.”

I nod. “Fuck me now,” I say urgently.

He leans over me, taking his erection in his hand and pumping it twice before he rests the tip against my sensitive folds, pushing the underwear to the side again.

“Now,” I say with a pleading voice. “I want you inside me. My pussy needs you.”

He braces one arm on the desk to look down at me. His lips touch my face, first my cheeks, then my nose and then my eyelids. He kisses me so soft it almost feels like a goodbye. A chill runs through my veins but then his eyes turn fiery and he thrusts his entire length inside me, pinning me down.

My brain turns liquid and I close my eyes for a moment hoping his cock broke nothing inside me. I’m so wild for him. I feel his heat throbbing so deep inside me. I would come instantly if he moved at all.

Tomas straightens his back and lifts my legs up, hooking my high heels over his shoulders. He pulls back and then suddenly begins pounding into me roughly. He fills me up completely. Body and soul.

Everything around me blends into an orgy of light and shadows. He keeps slamming himself inside me, so deep it electrifies my belly and hips.

He holds my legs higher, lifting my ass off the desk, holding my ankles in a tight grip as he fucks me having abandoned all control. I am nothing to him now but the hot, sweet pussy he needs to fuck or die.

Tomas turns his head to kiss my ankles, licking up and down the stockings, as his hips create an unforgiving rhythm of repeated thrusts that threaten to damage my very core.

With every rude invasion of his cock, I try to dig my nails into the desk. I cry out again and again as the heat between my legs intensifies and everything inside me tightens and contracts, building massive amounts of anticipation.

The orgasm bursts through me like a hurricane, hitting me with multiple waves of pleasure that course and flow through me so persistently I can’t see or hear anymore. I cry out his name so many times –
Tomas, Tomas, yes, Tomas
– it feels like the pleasure lasts for an eternity.

His fast-pulsing cock plunges deep into my hot mess as he arches his back, gasping and growling. He pulls out, letting his hot load shoot all over my belly and breasts, staining my bra and the garter belt. His explosions keep coming, longer than I have ever witnessed before, until he slowly collapses down onto me still shaking with aftershocks.

We stay embraced, our breathing fast and loud. He puts his lips next to my ear. “My angel,” he whispers, “you are the only perfect thing on Earth.”

I take his face in my hands. It’s my turn to kiss his brow, his lovely lips, his eyelids and his poor nose that’s still colored with a fading yellow. I say nothing because only one thing would ring true now and I’m not ready to say it. It’s too large for this quiet moment. And I don’t trust the past or the future. I only trust this moment we are in and I want to stay in it forever.

He picks me up in his strong arms and carries me to the bed, pulling the light blanket over me. He slips in next to me and I rest my head on his shoulder. “It will all be okay,” he says. “Somehow.”

I close my eyes and hug him so tight I never want to let go. I want his words, this new promise to be true.

When I open my eyes again my lips meet to form a word but the only sound that comes out is a shriek of surprise. I watch two people walk through the door like a strange dream. I’m stunned. I’m naked and messy.

Tomas turns back to see what it is that has frozen my features. His jaw drops wide open. “Holy hell,” he finally says in a daze.

From our naked embrace, we stare straight at a most unlikely vision.

Nathan and Grace, red-faced and just arrived.

Chapter 18

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race turns away. “We’ll wait for you downstairs,” she says and exits. Nathan remains frozen in his spot. I pull the blanket up to my neck.

“You’re supposed to be here next week,” I say.

“We wanted to surprise you,” Nathan says. “From the looks on your faces, we’ve been successful. Big time.” He leans against the doorframe, amused to the point I want to kick him in the balls despite all his lean muscles, luxurious dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Dude, get out!” Tomas says as he sits up, bringing his feet to the ground.

“Bro, I just traveled twenty hours to see you guys,” Nathan says. “I got to say, it was worth the wait. The look on your faces.” He laughs out loud and finally leaves us alone.

As soon as he leaves, I pull Tomas down to the bed. “Did you know about this?” I say, mortified that our secret is now out in the open.

“Me?” he says. “I didn’t have a fucking clue they were planning to visit at all. You seemed to have some idea, though.”

Fuck, with all that happened, I forgot to tell him about my chat with Grace and the plans we made. “I was going to call and tell Grace not to come,” I mumble. “One more thing in a long line of mistakes.”

“Well, they’re here now,” he says. “And I think they might have figured out we are more than friends.” His expression isn’t a happy one. I don’t think he likes having Nathan around cause Nathan can see right through him.

“I should have told you,” I say, pensively.

“Well, at least your pigheaded stubbornness paid off,” he says, doing his best to sound cheerful. “If you had left for Athens like I asked you, they would have found an empty house.”

“Instead they found us naked,” I say. “And the sounds we were making. How embarrassing.”

“That part doesn’t embarrass me,” he says. “You and I are fucking spectacular together.”

“Really?” I say.

“Well, I am at least,” he says with a wink.

“You are a total prick,” I say which somehow prompts him to swing his actual prick around to show me he’s getting hard again.

“You’re really too much,” I say and slap his cock away from my mouth.

“Hey,” he says, “it would serve them right if we did.”

“Yeah,” I say getting up and looking for more clothes. “And your buddy Nathan, the peeping Tom, would probably just come in and watch.”

Tomas considers this and nods. “Well, that part’s true.”

“You guys are kind of nasty,” I say, considering my lace panties and garter belt. This is hardly the outfit I can walk back to my room wearing. “I’m taking your blanket. I can’t dress like a slut in front of them.”

“They’ve seen what you’re wearing,” he says.

“Don’t remind me,” I say. “What the hell are we going to do now?”

He takes my hand and kisses it. “We’ll figure it out. Right now, I need a second shower.”

“How can you be so casual all the time?”

“How can you be so worried all the time?”

I shove him, or at least I try to. Hard to shove a tall man in such perfect physical shape. I wrap his blanket tight around me. “You do realize, smart guy, that all your man stuff just moved from my body to your blanket?”

“You’re washing it,” he says.

“I’m not fucking washing it,” I say, glaring back at him from the door.

The blanket smells like soap and mint and cinnamon. It smells like him.

He walks naked to me and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips are soft and
yummy
-licious as he kisses me, gently biting my lower lip. I can’t even remember why we were fighting earlier, why we got so pissed at each other. Even if he lied to me, even if he slept with Sophia, I don’t care. His feelings for me are not a con. They’re real and palpable. There’s a way to make this work. I just have to find it.

In my room, I’m overcome with an intense feeling of hope and elation. Having Grace here, now that I need someone in my corner more than ever, is an unexpected gift. It’s been like a little death having no one to confide in, especially now that Sophia has become a viperous bitch.

Nathan and Grace are sitting on the couch, leafing through an old book on Greek architecture that’s been sitting on the coffee table since Tomas and I arrived at the house.

“Finally,” Grace says, giving me a hug.

I hug her back, perhaps a little bit too tight. “You must be exhausted,” I say. “How long have you been on the road? Or should I say, air and ocean?”

“We actually spent two days in Athens,” Grace says. “So we’re not totally jetlagged.”

“Oh, that’s good,” I say. “I’m so glad to see you.” I put my arms around her again, squeezing her delicate body as if I’m afraid she’ll vanish if I let go.

Grace is the most exquisite creature I’ve ever met, delicate like a flower, but strong and supportive at the same time, and kind to a fault. Her brown hair is shorter than I remember, framing her warm face in a flattering way.

Nathan is a god, like Tomas described him to me once. He and Tomas are so stunningly good-looking, they stick out, like flies would if they swam in milk, wherever they go.

“Listen, Taylor,” Grace says, as soon as I let go of her. “I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t have barged in like that.”

“We knocked,” Nathan says. “There was no answer and the door was unlocked. We thought you’d be out back of the house.”

“No worries,” I say, trying to get any awkwardness out of the way as quickly as I can. These two are my best friends. What’s more, they care about Tomas and lord knows he could use some friends right now. Nobody knows him better than Nathan

“So, Tomas and you, huh?” Nathan says with mischievous eyes. “I told Grace to warn you about him.”

“She totally did. Multiple times. I just don’t listen.”

“You’ve done worse,” Grace says with a wink.

“With friends like you,” I say, winking back at her.

“Now I’m here, I’ll make sure he behaves,” Nathan says. He’s joking but he doesn’t know how much truth there is in his words. Maybe Nathan and Grace showing up like this will be the answer to all my prayers. Next week could have been too late.

“The hell you will,” Tomas says walking down the stairs in his sports shirt and shorts. “I’m the fucking mentor, remember?”

“My street guru. Let’s hug it out,” Nathan says.

“Hug it out?” Tomas says, looking almost insulted. “You look so healthy it’s almost offensive.”

Grace rolls her eyes as the two men pat each other on the back. “Men are weird when they talk,” she says.

“Hey, I found your painting going through my things at my parents’ place,” Nathan says, opening one of the suitcases on the floor. He takes out a small canvas, about ten by twenty inches, and hands it to Tomas.

“You kept that piece of insufferable crap?” Tomas says. “Man, you’re a true romantic, you poor sap.”

“You made this?” I say, taking a peek at the painting in his hands.

“It was a long time ago,” he says.

“When?” Grace asks.

“We were cruising up and down the Mojave desert,” Nathan says. “I was trying to numb my soul. Tomas made it his personal mission to keep it awake.”

“More cryptic shit,” I say, trying to take the painting from Tomas’s hands. He resists for a moment but finally lets me hold the canvas.

“What do you think?” he says.

I observe the painting with complete focus. The colors are all earthy and muddy. They depict a desert, sand suspended above cacti and skeletons of small animals. On the right end, a girl in a white dress watches the scene with vacant eyes. Not a happy sight.

“To be honest, I’m not sure what I think,” I say.

“I’m not surprised,” Tomas says. “You’re not really sure of anything.”

There’s so much innuendo in his statement, it’s hard not to get mad all over again. “I’m sure you’re a world-class jerk. Does that count?”

Grace brings her hand to her temple. “Oh boy,” she says. “Bickering. Things are more serious than I thought.”

I hand the painting back to Tomas. “You’re a man of many talents,” I say. “It’ll be a pity if you waste them all.” I turn to Grace, “Let’s give the boys some time to talk,” I tell her. “Let me show you around.”

“Keller, you lucky son of a bitch,” Nathan says as soon as Grace and I head for the kitchen. “How did you get that one to fall for your bullshit?”

“I heard that,” I yell back at him, shaking my head trying not to grin.

When we enter the kitchen, I’m reminded that the fridge is basically empty. Maybe Grace and I could go grocery shopping at the village if she’s not too tired. She looks more beautiful and confident than ever. Nathan has been good for her.

“Why are you smiling?” Grace says, inspecting the rustic cupboards.

“You are so beautiful,” I say. “I missed you so much.”

She stops and stares at me. She tilts her head. “Are you okay, little one?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t lie to me,” Grace says. “Your rhythms are all off.”

I open a cupboard for her to see the exquisite porcelain plates and bowls.

“My rhythm might be off because of, you know, someone just kind of rocked my world upstairs,” I say with a blush.

Grace chuckles. “You horrible braggart. How was it?”

“Let’s just say,
oh my fucking god!
”

“Ah,” Grace says. “You have one of those, too.”

I nod gleefully.

“I’m very happy for you, honey, but worried,” Grace says touching my hair. “These boys are dangerous.”

“You tamed yours,” I say.

“Yes, but it’s a daily struggle sometimes,” she explains. “The tedium of everyday life is a challenge for them. They’re adrenaline junkies.”

“Don’t I know it,” I say not sure how much I should tell.

“Nice house,” Grace says deep in thought. She’s not really noticing the house at all.

“Come, I’ll show you the back porch,” I say

“Never mind the house,” Grace says. “You need to tell me what that strange tone in your voice is all about. Spill it, Taylor Donahue.”

It’s not a surprise that she wants details, but I think she wants more than just romantic stuff. Not only can Nathan read Tomas like a book, but Grace reads me like a very large print book.

“Like I said, let me show you the back porch,” I say pointing to the door.

As soon as we’re settled on the lounge chairs, I let her have it all. I tell her about my growing attraction to Tomas and how I fought it for a while; how we eventually ended up flirting and having sex on the beach. I tell her about De Luca and his goons and how they went after Tomas over something that I couldn’t describe as neither Tomas nor De Luca seem to be willing to reveal it in front of me. I tell her about Tomas’s hot-and-cold attitude with me, his confessions and even Sophia’s photos of the two of them half-naked and groping each other.

Grace listens patiently to my long account of events without interrupting. When I’m done, she stays silent for a bit longer. “Okay, that doesn’t mean they had sex,” she says, after considering everything I’ve said. “I mean, even if the pictures are authentic.”

“He says they didn’t. But he was so drunk he might not fucking remember. It wouldn’t be the first time, according to him.”

“But that’s good, Taylor. If he was lying, he would deny it outright. The fact that he has doubts means he wants to be totally honest with you.”

“Gracie, you’re a good judge of character,” I say, taking a sip of water. “But we both know that Tomas turned your stomach when you first met him. You two were at each other’s throats for a while.”

Her eyes widen in shock. “That’s not true. We might have been suspicious of each other at first but there was also mutual respect.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Mutual respect? Okay, let’s see. You told me that he was a vampire, that he got old fast—should I go on?”

“I might have been exaggerating a bit.”

It’s nice joking with her about these things like we used to but there’s also a gravity in the current situation that cannot be easily overlooked.

“Wait, do you want anything to drink? I’m a terrible host,” I say.

She laughs. “If I want something I’ll let you know. Now what exactly does all this amount to? You better be coming back to LA with us.”

“You’re being very encouraging, Grace, but I know you have more to say. Just let me have it. I need to hear your take.”

Grace sighs as she exhales. “I’m not going to lie, Taylor. The part about De Luca and the mob worries me. In fact, I am even uncomfortable sitting outside now. Maybe Nathan can help with that. He might be the only one able to get through to Tomas and get answers. One thing I know for sure, from what Nathan has told me, Tomas is a really decent guy deep down. He’s a loyal friend and the only one he ever really hurts is himself.”

I don’t know why but her words almost bring tears to my eyes. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen,” Grace says, leaning over to take my hands in hers. “We’re going to have a talk with that Sophia chick. You and me. Tomorrow. Set it up.”