Pure Hell (Seventh Level Book 1) (7 page)

“No. He wasn’t there,” he answered. Relief washed over him when she didn’t ask any more questions. He didn’t want this for her. She was so quirky and her smile made his whole day brighter. He needed her to be happy. He knew she was incapable of it in the face of Mr. Rogers’ death, but he needed to do something to wipe away the hurt in her eyes. Pulling his shirt over his head, he moved to stand between her knees. She lifted her chin until she was staring at his navel, but her gaze stopped there.

“You’re not a weirdo. Unless that’s what you think of me too.”

She shook her head.

Reaching down, he took her hands from her lap. He pressed them against his bare stomach.

“It’s okay, you know?” he admitted. “It doesn’t bother me if you think I’m strange. I’ve never been one to follow the crowd.”

Her touch was cool and solid against his skin as he urged her hands downward until reaching his belt.

“I want to make you feel.”

“I never stopped,” she said in a small voice.

“No.” His one word finally caused her to meet his eyes. “I meant, I want you to feel only me.”

Her flat expression never changed as she hooked his belt in her hands and slid the buckle loose. The waistband of his jeans slackened as she unbuttoned them and tugged his zipper down. Encircling his waist, she shoved her hands inside his jeans and boxer briefs until there was nothing between the two of them as she kneaded his ass. She pushed, shoving underwear and all down his hips. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of everything. His erection sprang free of its restraints and she licked her lips. His dick pulsed in response. Burying his hand in her hair, he drew her closer to where he wanted her and she held his stare. Her lips parted and her tongue shot out touching the tip of his cock.

His cell phone buzzed loudly from down the hall and Liam growled. Whoever it was, he would kill them.

“Ignore it,” Kylie ordered and took him between her lips.

The phone beeped alerting him of an incoming text message before starting to ring again. There was no way he was answering it even if it was the fire department calling to warn him his house was in flames. It would have to burn down around him. It beeped again and Kylie tightened her throat around him.

“Fuccckk.”

Gently pushing her away, he stormed down the hall. He snatched up the phone beyond giving a shit who it was. Hitting the talk button, he growled, “I’m busy.” Without giving the person on the other line time to answer, he opened the front door before tossing it into the yard. A giggle floated out of the bedroom. The sound punched him in the chest. He stalked back to the bedroom to find Kylie completely nude and sprawled across his bed.

He wanted to tell her she was beautiful and she was. Soft brown hair ended in curls between her shoulder blades making him want to wrap it around his wrist and hold her in place. Her sexy curves were perfect for a man to sink into. However, it was her smile he couldn’t get enough of. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t think of a single thing that would be enough. She was under his skin. The way she was staring at his body made his dick jump.

“I have an iPod I can throw outside as well if it’s what it takes to hear you laugh.” His voice came out sounding rough.

Her eyes turned wicked. “If you leave this room again, I promise I will finish without you.”

“The hell you will,” he said as he prowled toward her. Without as much as a warning, he leaped onto the bed. Spreading her knees wide, he held them out of his way. He stared down at his dripping wet prize trying to decide where to start first. His dick was twitching as if it was on crack, but he’d be damned if he got screwed out of tasting the creamy cunny waiting for him.

Dipping his head, he caught a bead of juice escaping with the tip of his tongue. His eyes fell closed at the delicious flavor. Seeking more, he flattened his tongue against her entrance allowing it to slip inside as slowly as possible as her walls gave under the pressure. Her greedy pussy tugged at his tongue attempting to pull him in deeper. With her cream now completely coating his tongue, he wanted to lap it all up. Every drop from her pussy was his. He didn’t intend to stop until he’d licked her dry before he getting her wet again. He tugged her skin with his teeth; he used his lips to tease her clit, his tongue for entry. Her cries of pleasure guided him into the perfect rhythm. Her body jerked with spasms and his dick leaked in anticipation. When his name tore from her lips, he shot to his knees. He yanked her body farther down the bed. With her feet on his shoulders, he parted her pussy lips and slid inside. Her ghostly state rendered condoms unnecessary and he’d never been so grateful. Sparks of pleasure fired through his cock. Her wet cunt gripped him the same as a tight fist jacking him off. He pumped his hips and their skin slapped against each other in his race to get off. Kylie chanted words he was too far gone to understand. “I want this beautiful cunny squirting all over my dick, Kylie.” It was a tight fit, but she didn’t act as if he was hurting her.

He was beginning to fear he was winning their race to the finish. Sex in his bed didn’t work that way. Women got off first if not twice before him. It was a matter of pride.

“I’m serious, Kylie,” he said, pinching her nub in between his thumb and forefinger. “If you don’t gush in the next sixty seconds, I’m going to get one of those toys of yours and turn it on the highest speed.” He rubbed her clit between his fingers. “I’m going to touch you here with it.” She gasped as he increased the pressure. “Then I’m going to pull out of this soaking wet dream right here so I can slip it inside you. I’m going to watch as your sweet cream coats its surface while it slides in and out. Then right when you’re on the edge, I’m going to bury my cock in your sexy ass.” At Liam’s words, Kylie came unglued. Her muscles tensed and her channel sucked at his shaft. Pulling out, he straddled her hips and stroked his dick. “I want you to watch me, Kylie.”

Lifting her head, she tried to obey, but after a moment, she gave up. “I need to taste you, Liam.” Wasting no time in giving her what she needed, he moved up enough so she could take him into her mouth. There was no teasing in her actions. She swallowed him into the back of her throat, tightening around him before allowing him to slip away again. She repeated the motion, sucking hard enough that it bordered on pain, but he was right there with her for every pull of her mouth. Rolling his balls between her fingers was the final straw. Hot jets hit the roof of her mouth and she swallowed down every drop. She licked her lips as he pulled away adding to the sexiness of the moment. “Your taste is addictive,” she said, closing her eyes as if savoring the flavor.

He couldn’t help himself. He swooped in and covered her mouth with his. The taste of their sex combined in his mouth adding an intimacy he didn’t expect. Wild lust had won the first round but Liam was nowhere near finished with her. He wouldn’t be content until he worshipped every inch of her body and convinced her do things no good girl would. She would love it. He would make sure of it.

* * * * *

With very little forethought, Anne ran a finger across the coffee table’s glass top. It wasn’t until she marveled at its lack of dust that she even realized what she had done. She couldn’t believe she had done something so invasive and rude as check out her host’s housekeeping skills. Fortunately, Mark was busy making certain there was enough food in the refrigerator to cook them both dinner and he was still in the kitchen when she performed the white glove test.

To keep from doing anything else stupid, she sat on her hands and stared at the wall directly in front of her. It only helped for a couple of seconds because the wall was covered in photos of Mark with a variety of other smiling people. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she found herself drawn to the photos and that was where she was when Mark came back into the living room.

She didn’t hear him come in and she jumped when he spoke behind her. “That’s my grandmother and little brother William.”

Anne leaned toward the picture to get a better look. “Your brother is very handsome. The two of you couldn’t be more different.” When she realized how it must have sounded, she covered her mouth with her hand and turned to face him. She could feel the heat rush to her face. “That didn’t come out sounding anything compared to the way it played out inside of my head. I only meant you have such a rock solid feeling to you and your brother has more of movie star quality to him.” She sighed and shook her head. “I mean…”

The crinkles around his eyes let her know he was desperately trying to suppress a smile.

She laughed. “I’m going to stop now while I’m ahead. I wasn’t blessed with my sister’s charm, I’m afraid.”

Mark rocked back onto his heels and slipped his hands into his the pockets of his jeans. “With your lovely accent you could tell me to go to hell and I would be so charmed I wouldn’t be mad at you.” He took her arm and led her back over to the couch so they could sit while they talked. “My brother and I have different fathers so that’s why we don’t look alike. My father was a fisherman. He died when I was three. The entire crew was lost trying to return home before a hurricane hit the coastline, but they mistimed it and were caught out in the middle of the storm.”

Without even realizing it, while he was telling her about the death of his father, she had reached over and slipped her hand into his. “So your mom remarried?”

Instead of answering right away, his eyes skirted over to the photo of his grandmother and younger brother before meeting her eyes again. “No. I think my mom loved my father so much she went a little crazy after his death. She left me with my grandmother for months at a time without anyone seeing her or knowing if she was ever coming back. When I was old enough to know the truth about my mother’s absences, my grandmother told me about the day my mother showed up out of the blue with a newborn in her arms.”

He looked away again. “It was years before I knew why my baby brother cried all the time in those first few months. It seems my mother stayed away so she could prostitute herself out to support her drug habit. She probably had no idea who William’s father was. It could have been any of her johns.”

“So William was born hooked on drugs?”

Mark pursed his lips together and nodded. “Yeah. My grandmother had her hands full with the two of us, but we couldn’t have had a better person in our corner. She put the fear of God in us while letting us know she would die for us if need be. I owe her everything.”

“Are you and your brother close?” The question slipped out without warning. She wasn’t even certain why she asked it.

He squeezed her fingers. “You’re thinking about Kylie.”

Tears filled her eyes and she bit her lip.

“What happened between you two? No one here knew she even had a sister until we searched her apartment and saw the photo of the two of you.”

Anne moved back to the couch and fingered the small diary next to her. She still hadn’t opened it. She was too scared. What if she did and discovered Kylie hated her? She couldn’t blame her if she did. She had never been there for her. Her baby sister had only been seven the night their parents died. How could she have turned her back on the only person she had left in her life?

“Our lives were perfect. Kylie and I had the best parents in the world. They owned a small farm and while we didn’t live in a large house, nor did we have a lot of money, we were happy.”

She sat back and crossed her feet at the ankles. It was her deep in thought pose. It wasn’t easy remembering the worst time in her life. “For Kylie’s seventh birthday, Mom invited several of our neighbors and friends over for cake. After the party was over, my best friend begged me to go home with her. Of course I wouldn’t let up on my mom until she agreed to let me go.”

She sucked in a ragged breath before continuing, “The next day my friend’s mom woke me up to tell me there had been a bad fire at our house. She didn’t tell me about my parents right away, but I could tell from the expression on her face something was terribly wrong. They took me to our closest neighbor’s house. They had Kylie there with them. When I got there, they finally told me my parents hadn’t made it out of the fire.”

Mark settled onto the couch next to her. “How old were you when your parents died?”

Anne wiped a tear away before replying, “I was ten.”

“Kylie must have been in shock. How did she make it out when no one else did?”

Somehow, while she’d been telling her story, Mark had scooted a couple of inches closer without her noticing. Not that she minded. He was such a paradox. Outside he was all hard angles and toughness but once he let you see inside, he was so sweet and caring. She wanted nothing more than to reach over and touch his cheek. It personified him perfectly. It looked so soft with its smooth, rich mocha color but immediately below all his perfection, his chin was covered in black stubble. It was getting harder and harder to remember she was only staying at his house because he was concerned about her safety.

Thinking about Mark was easier than remembering Kylie’s haunted look the morning after the fire. Had she been telling the truth all along?

“She refused to talk to anyone else but me. When my friend’s parents finally took me to where Kylie was, she told me a dead man had carried her out of the house.”

Mark rubbed at the stubble on his chin. “A dead man? Maybe with all the smoke, she only thought it looked similar to a dead man, or perhaps your father carried her out and went back in after your mother. Sometimes kids state things differently than an adult would.”

Anne shrugged. “I was only ten, myself. I called her a liar but then she began remembering more about the guy’s appearance after mom and dad’s funeral. Maybe it’s one of the reasons I never believed her because when she first mentioned this person, she just said he was a dead guy. But with each and every retelling, she remembered more about him. Eventually, she began having these horrible nightmares. She would wake up everyone with her screaming saying he was trying to steal her away. She had the same dream every night.”