“That it’s not,” he agreed.
“Do you do this often?”
Her question shouldn’t have surprised him, but he suddenly wasn’t sure he wanted to answer her. Why, he didn’t know. “Not as often as you think,” he finally replied.
As she walked the perimeter of the room once more, Tag followed her with his eyes. “Come here.”
McKenna’s gaze met his as she slowly turned and approached him. Mixed with the heat he saw churning in the brilliant colors, he also saw something else.
Nervousness.
“We don’t have to do this, you know,” he explained as he took her hands in his and pulled her close until her breasts were pressing against his chest.
“I know.”
“I’ll be more than happy to take you back to my room and tie you up again,” Tag said lightly.
That damn smile of hers lit him up from the inside out yet again.
“I might just take you up on that offer.” McKenna’s hands roamed up over his chest, before cupping his neck. “After.”
After?
Tag couldn’t get the single word out of his mouth, but then again, he was fixated on her soft, full lips. Unable to stop himself, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue over her bottom lip. “This is your show, baby,” he whispered.
He caught the faint nod of her head before she pulled him closer and crushed her mouth to his, and he let her take all she needed from him.
And just like that, the room disappeared, as did anything and everything other than this woman in his arms.
Chapter Twenty Nine
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McKenna inhaled Tag’s intoxicating scent, his delicious taste, and the spectacular feel of his warm, needy hands on her body. It was almost enough to make her forget where they were. Almost. She could still smell the pungent, bitter scent of disinfectant even over the warm, spicy scent of Tag. She could sense the brutal, blinding fluorescent lights that beamed down on them from the ceiling. And she could hear the muffled throb of the music from outside of the glass walls.
But none of it seemed to matter as long as she was right here with this man. She was aroused. The images of the scenes that played out on the ground floor were burned into her brain, reminding her of all the things she wanted to do to him. All of the ways she wanted to show him just how good it felt to lose that hard earned control.
But this wasn’t the place for that. A couple of years ago, this might’ve been the place for a lot of her fantasies, but right now, there was only one thing on her mind.
Gripping the waistband of Tag’s slacks, McKenna moved backward, closer to the lone mattress sitting in the middle of the room. Gently lowering herself until her bottom rested on the edge, she looked up into those intimidating green eyes and the lust and passion that swirled there. He knew what she was doing just as well as she knew.
Breaking the eye contact, she returned her attention to his belt, deftly unhooking it before releasing the button and lowering the zipper of his slacks. Once she bared the velvety length of his erection, she pushed his shirt out of the way and pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen, the muscles taut and toned beneath her tongue.
This man’s body was honed to perfection. There was no doubt in her mind that he took care of himself. He was lean, with just the right amount of muscle to make her want to use her tongue to trace every single valley between each well-defined plane.
Without further hesitation, McKenna caught his gaze once more before she pulled the thick head of his cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to tease the crest and then sucked. Hard.
She didn’t stop watching him, and when his eyes closed, the look on his face could only be described as euphoria, McKenna continued to tease and torment him with her lips and tongue, using her teeth on occasion to gently scrape the sensitive underside.
“McKenna,” Tag growled her name. “Baby.”
She loved when he said her name. She loved when he fought to maintain some semblance of control. And she loved how she was able to push him closer and closer to the edge, even if he didn’t want to be there.
His hands gripped her hair roughly, sending jolts of pleasure through her, making her muscles clench with excitement.
“Come for me,” McKenna said the words, using her tongue to lap at him as she watched the instant his eyes opened, meeting hers. He was forcing himself to hang on, when the only thing she wanted was for him to lose control. “Come for me, Tag,” she demanded before she sucked him fully into her mouth, gripping his shaft with one hand and stroking him in sync with the movement of her mouth down the length of him.
She didn’t let up, simply taking him deeper, stroking him faster until the pull in her hair intensified and the pain lanced all the way down her spine. Then he exploded in her mouth, her name from his lips the only sound in the room.
*****
After saying a formal goodbye to Mistress Serena, McKenna and Tag returned to his private room where she sincerely hoped they were going to pick up where they left off at the club. It was apparent while they were there that neither one of them had any desire to explore any more than they already had.
Not that the public display hadn’t turned her on, because, well... it did. But not the way she expected. Not in a way that made her crave more because quite frankly, she lost control of all thought processes when Tag touched her and being out in public could prove to be a risk she wasn’t willing to take. Regardless of how well secured the place was.
McKenna would admit that the club was stellar in every aspect. She was highly impressed and secretly envious of the members who had the opportunity to go when the urge called. But something told her that The Club wasn’t a place Tag frequented often. She didn’t care either way. She didn’t. Ok, maybe she did. Just a little. But he didn’t seem all that interested in it the way she would’ve assumed.
The man was very... sensual.
She knew from experience that didn’t necessarily mean he was into some of the risqué aspects to sex. Although, she sensed he liked to explore. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, so many things she wanted to know. Like what turned him on. Or what turned him off. What he hadn’t done and what he had.
Except when he touched her like he was doing now, all of those inquiries no longer mattered. She only wanted to live in the moment, to feel what he was feeling, to see what he was seeing with those all-knowing eyes.
“Turn around,” Tag instructed, his hands on her shoulders.
McKenna turned around, away from him. They were standing in his bedroom, and she was now standing in front of a large, frameless mirror leaning against the wall. It looked like it weighed a ton, and cost a fortune, and had been selected just as much for decor as for practical use. Standing in front of him, with Tag at her back, McKenna watched every movement he made behind her.
“I want you to watch,” he explained as his hands slid around her waist, slowly lifting her shirt until he managed to pull it over her head.
Her hair tumbled back down around her shoulders, over her breasts and down her back as the skin of her belly was revealed, looking even paler against the midnight blue color of her bra.
Tag easily unclasped the front closure of her bra, and then released her breasts before cupping them with both hands. The warmth of his palms against her nipples sent a shiver down her spine. In the reflection, she noticed the drastic difference in their skin tone, his much darker than hers, accentuated by the bold ink colors along his forearms. Somewhere along the way, he had removed his shirt, allowing her to admire the intricate artwork that detailed almost every inch of exposed skin.
When he hefted her breasts in his hands, spreading his fingers to expose her pink puckered nipples, McKenna was fixated on the sight before her. This was as erotic, if not more so, than watching other human beings engaged in the same thing. Only this was better because this stimulated more than just one of her senses. He was touching her, which was what it all boi
led down to. She needed his touch. Ached for it.
His fingers closed, her nipples trapped between his index finger and his middle finger, sending shards of pleasure/pain darting from her nipples to her clit. He repeated the action several times, her body temperature rising with each bolt that ripped through her.
“Put your hands on your breasts,” Tag instructed as he slowly moved his away.
McKenna quickly did as he instructed, noticing the difference between when she touched them and when he did. She much preferred his rougher touch to her much softer one, but seeing him behind her heightened the sensitivity in her breasts that much more.
His hands slid down her torso, over her stomach, before reaching for the zipper on the side of her skirt. With smooth, easy movements, he had her skirt sliding down her legs and pooling at her feet, leaving her clad in only a midnight blue thong that matched the bra he’d discarded earlier. And her boots.
“So beautiful.”
The gruff sound of his voice scraped over her senses the same way his callused palms had against her breasts, making her nipples pucker beneath her fingers once again.
He didn’t hesitate before removing her panties as well, leaving her standing before the mirror in only her boots while his hands slowly slid up her thighs, stopping at the place she wanted to feel him most.
It was as though she was watching this happening to someone else, except for the exquisite feel of Tag’s hands against her flesh, his fingertips gently separating her wet folds before the roughened tip of his finger swept over her clit, making her inhale sharply.
“I’ll never get enough, McKenna,” Tag whispered.
McKenna’s eyes flew up to meet his.
Was it just her or was there something in the way he said those words? Something that said he didn’t want to get enough of her?
When he pressed his lips to her neck, breaking eye contact, she wondered if she’d only imagined it. Returning her gaze to where he was currently sliding one finger inside of her, McKenna exhaled on a moan and leaned farther into him.
She needed more. More of him in every way, but she couldn’t find the words to tell him, so she simply held on to the last vestiges of her sanity as he began thrusting his finger inside of her. She could feel the telltale tingle of her orgasm as it took root deep inside, the need to come overpowered her and when Tag nipped the sensitive skin where her shoulder and neck met, she gave in.
~*~*~
Tag watched as McKenna came apart in his arms, her head falling back onto his shoulder, her body spasming around his finger still buried deep inside of her and those sexy as hell moans of hers like an electric current right to his dick.
She was the sexiest damn woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Standing before him completely exposed and vulnerable, he couldn’t resist making her watch. He had the pleasure of watching her come every time, but he knew she wasn’t aware of how intensely erotic it was to watch her. Now she knew.
Even after she’d so exquisitely pried his release from him earlier, Tag couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Gently maneuvering her until they were closer to the wall, he reluctantly removed his finger from her sweet, warm pussy and turned her in his arms until she was backed against the wall.
Taking a step back, he slowly removed the rest of his clothes, keeping his eyes on her and enjoying the feel of her gaze as she followed every movement. There was something powerful about the way she looked at him, something reassuring in the way she bit her bottom lip as he easily released his swollen, stiff cock, stroking it firmly as he stepped out of his slacks.
As soon as he was naked, he closed the gap between them once more, lifting her right leg and positioning the throbbing head at her opening before thrusting one time, without warning, deep inside of her. He had to have her, and he couldn’t wait another second to feel her wet heat wrapped around his aching cock.
Sucking in a breath, he held her leg higher, pistoning his hips as he drove his cock deeper and harder into the tight, wet depths of her pussy over and over until he was consumed by the intense friction.
As much as he was scared to admit it, Tag had never felt this way in the arms of any woman. He wasn’t prepared to give himself fully to her or anyone else, but he feared his choice was being ripped out of his grasp each and every time he touched her.
Using his free hand, he tilted her chin until their eyes met, never slowing his hips as he pounded inside of her over and over, harder and faster. “Come for me, McKenna.”
He was on the verge of exploding, but he refused to do so until she was right there with him. The connection was made between their bodies, but as he stared into her eyes, Tag knew there was a deeper connection than that. Whatever was consuming him was consuming her, as well.
“Come for me!” he growled the words, barely holding on as her sweet heat pulsed around him. “Fucking come for me.”
Her eyes closed, and she moaned, her pussy throbbing and pulsing around his dick as he followed her over, freefalling into something that scared the shit out of him.
*****
No rest for the weary.
Tag was beginning to realize that was McKenna’s motto.
Saturday morning, officially their time together should’ve been over, but he couldn’t bring himself to question her or him at the moment. Instead, Tag found himself being rushed by the red haired vixen insisting that he shower and get dressed because she needed to meet with the McCoy’s.
All of them.
Apparently Samantha McCoy had called and left McKenna a message directly, insisting that she meet with her as soon as possible. According to McKenna’s explanation of the voicemail, Sam didn’t sound all that happy. Tag figured Logan must’ve shared the dreaded news with her.
Now they were driving to the restaurant that Sam requested they meet at for lunch.
“Did she say anything else?” Tag was curious to know exactly what he was walking into. He’d never known Samantha to panic, yet he couldn’t very well blame her in this case if she did.
“No. She was surprisingly calm, but asked that I meet with her and Logan. She mentioned Luke would be there as well.”
Well, this was bound to be loads of fucking fun.
By the time they reached the restaurant, McKenna was drumming her fingers on her thigh and Tag found her anxiety a little amusing. Not that he would tell her as much. Nor was he going to reassure her that things were going to be fine because honestly, he didn’t know whether that was true or not.
Stephen Crawford currently had Logan and Luke by the balls, and unless either of them was willing to give in, Tag didn’t see how this was going to work out in anyone’s best interest. Although, he had a good time watching McKenna try to come up with a way that wouldn’t hurt anyone in the long run.
As much as he liked her positive attitude, he was beginning to wonder about her naivety at the same time.
Granted, he also liked that he was out of the hot seat for the time being. Being the lawyer, everyone generally looked to him to fix the problem. He didn’t have a quick fix for this one, and if he had to guess, although no one had mentioned it yet, Tag was almost certain he was in those pictures, as well.
That thought gave him pause. He wasn’t sure whether anyone intended to show McKenna those photos, but he was suddenly worried that they would. The relationship he shared previously with Samantha and Logan was between the three of them, and he didn’t regret a single minute he spent with them, but he wasn’t sure McKenna would be as open minded as he was if she saw them. He remembered the way she had run out of the meeting room after speaking to Sam for the first time. However she had learned about his relationship with them, she hadn’t been happy about it.
Several minutes later, they were seated at a table in one of the sectioned off areas at Sam’s favorite restaurant. They had a private room, which was definitely a plus because the conversation he was sure would be had shouldn’t be heard by others. Considering there were more than just a few people at the table, it was guarante
ed not to be a quiet conversation either.
Tag waited for McKenna to take a seat before sitting in the chair beside her. As expected, the entire clan was there: Sam, Logan, Luke, Sierra, Cole, Alex, and Ashleigh; pretty much everyone who had something to lose if Stephen and Susan followed through on their threats.
“Thanks for meeting with us,” Sam greeted. “The least we could do was buy you both lunch.”
Tag noticed the misery shining in both Logan’s and Luke’s eyes.
“No need,” McKenna responded, pulling her napkin from the table and into her lap.
Tag fully expected to see her squirm under the scrutiny of the fourteen eyes that were resting on her at the moment, but she wasn’t. She was as poised and calm as he’d ever seen her.
“I’m going to start out by apologizing to everyone at this table,” Sam said in a desperate tone. “Had I known about this, I can assure you, I would’ve tried to come up with a way where no one else could’ve gotten hurt by my actions.”
Sierra immediately reached over and took Sam’s hand. “Honey, I think I should be apologizing. I’m the one Susan retaliated against. I’m just so sorry you had to get dragged into this mess.”
Tag fought the urge to roll his eyes. He knew how close these women were and how overprotective Luke and Logan were, but shit, they could sit here all day and wish this away, but it wasn’t going to make a damn bit of difference.
There was a brief lull in conversation as the waitress took their orders before disappearing once more and shutting the door behind her.
“I’m sure I don’t need to fill anyone in on what we’re looking at, although I’m still disappointed that my husband felt the need to keep me in the dark,” Sam said, addressing the entire table.
Logan didn’t move, nor did he look at Sam. The hard line of his mouth said it all. He wasn’t at all sorry he’d kept this from her, and if Tag had to guess, he wished at this point he’d never said anything.
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