Sidelined (15 page)

“Fuck the coffee,” I growl, rounding the bar and spinning her so she’s facing me. I step between her legs and lean down. “Conversation is over.”

I crush my mouth against hers. Annoyance and the barest hint of resistance are in her reciprocating kiss, but that melts away in the way she curls her arms around my neck and teases my hair with her fingertips. I push her against the bar until she’s leaning right back and I can slide my hands beneath her ass to lift her up.

I deposit her on the bar and ease my hands beneath her shirt. She lifts her arms so I can pull it over her head then desperately tugs at my shirt, her fingers winding in the material. I remove it, too, and then slide her hips forward so her pussy slams into my cock, pushing against my zipper.

She gasps at the sharp contact, and I flick my tongue against her bottom lip. Her tongue hits mine, and I kiss her deeply, winding my hand into her hair and tugging hard. The sensation of her tongue fighting almost angrily against mine does nothing but turn me on more. It does nothing but make me want her more.

Macey gasps again, this time with a tiny moan. Kissing down her neck, I unclasp her bra and discard it carelessly. Her breathy moans as my tongue makes contact with each of her nipples in turn makes every bit of blood in my body rush down to my cock.

It’s so fucking painfully hard, desperate to be inside her, but I’m going to remind her how it’s not only my cock that’s magic.

I hook my fingers in the sides of her shorts and tug, making sure to take her panties down with them. She kicks them off, and I part her thighs with my hands, my thumbs brushing her clean-shaven pussy.

Fuck.

“Hands,” I murmur, grasping her hands and putting them behind her.

She leans back, her chest rising and falling, her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. I run my eyes over every curve of her body, from the gentle sweep of her jaw to the shapely flow of her tits, waist, and hips. Her gorgeous body is bared before me, completely naked and exposed, just waiting for me. Desire hits me hard at the way her breasts heave as she breathes harshly, and I can almost taste her impatience as it mixes with the anticipation of where my eyes will fall next.

They finally drop to her pussy—wet, swollen, and ready. Her thighs really are perfectly parted, and I bend forward, my fingers curving around them to hold them there so I can devour her.

The first taste of her is overwhelming. The first feel of her clit beneath my tongue is like the detonate button on a bomb ready to explode, and I taste her, entirely, savoring every lick and stroke and sweep. I run my tongue over her pussy until there isn’t a part of it untouched by my mouth.

I glance up, and she’s watching me. With her lips parted and her dark eyes roaring with desire, she’s watching me eat her pussy and loving every second of it.

For her benefit, I pull back slightly, and with the tip of my tongue, I lick from her wet opening to her swelling clit in one long stroke.

She moans, but in seconds, she’s knocked my hands from her, I’m two steps farther back from her, and she’s standing, completely naked, in front of me.

Macey wraps her hand around my neck and pulls my mouth to hers. Her other hand works at my pants, deftly unbuttoning them and pushing them down. I smile into her kiss because I know exactly what she’s trying to do.

I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants and, indeed, my boxers. My hands run up and over her hips to her waist, where they linger.

“You want me to eat your pussy on the bar then fuck you on the table? Your wish is my command, baby.”

I spin her and lift her onto the table, laying her back before so much as a squeak of a protest can leave her gorgeous mouth. Just as quickly as I spin her, I’m inside her.

Her wet pussy hugs my cock tight, and I groan at the fucking incredible feeling of finally being buried back inside her.

“Wasn’t what I was planning,” Macey breathes as I move inside her.

“I know.” I graze my teeth across her neck. “But, baby, I already know you have a magic mouth. You needed the reminder, not me. I know exactly how it feels to have my cock in your mouth.”

She grasps my back as I drive deep inside her. Each thrust is deeper and more forceful, and with the way she’s clawing at my back and lifting her legs, I know she’s loving every one of them.

“So count this as your reminder,” I tell her, staring into her eyes. “Count this as your fucking reminder to try me, baby. To do what you promised me you would. And you can sure as fuck count this as your fucking reminder that this is over when we both agree it is. I don’t agree it is, and I think you’re on my side, aren’t you?”

Her response is my name on a long moan.

“Aren’t you?” I pause, buried deep inside her.

“Yes,” she whispers, looking at me. “Your side.”

“Good.” I move again, this time faster, my balls tightening with each thrust. “Count it as your reminder that when I’m balls-deep in you and you’re moaning my fucking name, your sweet pussy belongs to me. That you belong to me. No motherfucking arguments. Understand?”

“Understand.”

“Tell me. When I’m fucking you this hard, balls-deep inside you, who do you belong to?”

“You,” she says firmly, clenching around me. “You.”

“Fucking right.”

I curl my fingers around the back of her neck and use my other hand to cup her ass and lift her hips. I fuck her so quickly that it’s almost raw, completely unrestrained. I’m not holding back, almost as if my come inside her will brand her physically to what she just gave me verbally. As if the fact that a part of me will be inside her even when my cock pulls out will make the difference.

She comes once, gripping my back.

She comes twice,
scratching
my back. Her nails tearing at my skin encourages my hips into one last deep and hard thrust, and my own orgasm hits. Her clenching pussy draws every bit of pleasure from me, and I groan her name into her neck, covering her body with mine.

“Oh, shit,” she whispers after a moment.

“Shit,” I echo. “I didn’t use a—”

“I have the IUD,” she interrupts, still panting. “I was going to say I just scratched your back to pieces.”

Relief floods through me, and instead, smugness takes over. “Then everyone is going to know exactly what I did tonight at practice tomorrow, aren’t they?”

She glares at me, but her hazy post-sex smile and thumb stroking across my neck ruins it. “Asshole.”

“Asshole with a magic cock,” I correct, sitting her up and pulling said magic cock out of her.

Macey laughs and drops her arms from my neck. “Do you have a bathroom downstairs?”

My smile grows. “Down the hall.” I help her stand from the table and pull her into me. “Remember what you just said,” I murmur against her lips.

“I will,” she replies, kissing me and untangling herself from my arms.

She bends down to grab her clothes, putting her ass right in front of me. Her pussy peeks out from between her legs, and I grit my teeth.

Reaching out, I slap my hand across her ass and pull her back at her shout.

“What was that for?” she shrieks.

“That was for bending over in front of me just after I’ve fucked you,” I say huskily into her ear. “Especially before you’re cleaned up and my come is dripping down your leg. Now, get into that bathroom before I have to fuck you again.”

“Animal,” she announces, running down the hall. When she gets to the end, she stops and turns. “Um, which one is the bathroom?”

I slowly comb my eyes over her naked body before I answer. “Left.”

Wordlessly, she darts into the tiny bathroom and shuts the door. I grab some paper towel from the roll and wipe my cock off before grabbing my boxers and pulling them on. I decide on my pants, too, but I throw my shirt over the back of a chair.

Macey emerges from the bathroom somewhat more put together than five minutes ago just as I finish wiping down the bar and table. She licks her lips when she sees me putting the cloth away, and then she bites the inside of her cheek with a smile on her face.

“So,” I say, leaning over the bar and handing her that coffee I promised some forty-five minutes ago. “Are we in agreement that this ‘dinner, sex, and bacon’ arrangement continues?”

“I told you yes,” she replies, hugging the cup. “So, yes. On the condition that, if either of us feels it getting…more-ish…we call it quits.”

“You really that afraid of committing, baby? That you’d run away at the prospect of somethin’ good?”

“You telling me you’re already feeling more-ish?” Her eyes snap up.

“No, M. I’m not. I’m intrigued.” I tilt my head to the side and rest my forearms on the bar. She doesn’t move as I lean in close. “He really messed with you that badly?”

She swallows, but nods. “Didn’t your ex?”

“Fuck yeah,” I admit. “Lucy screwed with me badly. I was gonna bring her to L.A. with me. Had a ring and everythin’.”

“You…you were going to propose to her?”

“I loved her. Probably the way you loved Mitch once.” I shrug a shoulder. “Felt right at the time. I was wrong though. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” she echoes softly.

“I’m over it though, babe. Besides, one good thing came out of her mistake.”

Macey looks up again, one eyebrow arched in a question. “Which is?”

I grin and run my thumb across her lower lip. “She couldn’t suck my cock the way you can, so I count it as a win.”

Macey slaps my arm, and I laugh, stepping back across the kitchen.

“Asshole,” she mutters, fighting her own giggles.

I pick up the phone and point it toward her. “Dinner?”

Dinner ends up with Leah and Corey turning up because Macey wasn’t answering her phone—that happens to be in her purse, which I locked in her car—and Leah wanted to know if everything was okay. Corey obviously assumed correctly, and instead of stopping by Macey’s first, they came straight here.

Now, the girls are sitting on the deck while I’m in the kitchen with Corey, and he’s looking at me knowingly.

“You like her?”

“She’s a nice girl.”

“Not what I meant.”

“She gives a killer blow job.”

“Still not what I meant.”

“Look, man, I know what you mean. Truth is, I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. I’m happy to fuck her several times a week and leave it at that, and she’s happy to do the same,” I tell him, ending the back-and-forth bullshit. “That’s all we are.”

“Right. So, what’s she gonna do about the ex?”

I put the wine bottle back in the fridge and scratch my forehead. “We didn’t get that far. Honestly, as long as he doesn’t turn up when we’re having sex, I don’t care much.”

“What if she gets back with him?”

“She won’t,” I say certainly, picking Macey’s glass up as Corey gets Leah’s. “That’s done for sure. She’s just not over all the bullshit that goes along with being cheated on.”

“Bit like you,” he observes. Smart bastard.

He’s one of the few people—he and Reid being a few people—who know what Lucy did to me. We’re guys. We don’t usually talk about shit, but when my sister started shit about her after I moved to L.A., I had to explain.

“It isn’t that easy to get over. Don’t matter how long it is—that shit leaves a mark on anyone. You could be a fucking robot and it’d still scar you a little. It’s just how it goes.” I walk onto the deck to end the conversation and hand Macey her wine glass.

“Thank you.” She smiles up at me.

“Welcome.” I sit next to her on the sofa and rest my arm across the back of it.

Leah’s eyes flick to my arm then to me. I give her a look that says to shut the fuck up because I know she already knows exactly how it is between me and Macey.

Fuck knows why they can’t accept that we’re just having sex.

It seems like it’s such an alien concept to some people: fucking without loving. Well, as my dad once told me, you don’t need love to have sex, and you don’t need sex to have love. Although, if you got ‘em both, you got it good.

I want both—one day. I’m human. I crave it as much as the next person. It just so happens that, right now, what my cock’s craving is much stronger than my heart’s, and that’s cool with me.