“No,” she answered. She didn’t want to be tied up. Not this time.
This time, she wanted to be wrapped around him in every way possible.
“Then I won’t tie you up,” he promised, and McKenna believed him.
Leaning over him, she easily unknotted the ties that were binding him to the bed. Once his hands were freed, she gently massaged his wrists before starting to move back down his body.
“Don’t move,” he demanded, pulling his wrists back, and sliding his fingertips down her throat, over her collarbone, then to her breasts where he gently cupped and lifted them while she watched.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled, seemingly mesmerized as he continued to fondle her breasts, her body temperature rising to dangerous levels.
When he lowered the cups, pushing her breasts up more, he gently tweaked her nipples, pulling the aching tips closer to his mouth. McKenna couldn’t stop watching as his tongue darted out to lave one and then the other, while he continued to pinch them between his fingers. The heat of his mouth brushing against the inflamed tips had her belly rippling with warmth. It was exquisite. That tiny bite of pain, chased away by the delicate glide of his tongue had her slowly grinding herself against his chest where she straddled him.
“That’s it, baby,” Tag urged. “Rub your sweet pussy on me.”
McKenna groaned as the friction against her clit warred with the pleasure/pain he was inflicting on her nipples. Tag continued his sensual assault on her breasts for long minutes as she continued to grind against him, bringing her closer and closer to the edge that she wasn’t quite ready to jump from.
“Sit up,” he directed, his hands cupping her breasts once more, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to have her arching into his hands.
As soon as the rough warmth of his palms left her breasts, McKenna wanted to beg him not to stop, but apparently he had other ideas. He maneuvered his arms beneath her legs until his biceps were trapped beneath her calves, but he remedied that when he scooted her forward on his chest, bringing his mouth dangerously close to her pussy. The only thing between his skilled tongue and her sensitive folds were her panties and McKenna suddenly wished they would just disappear.
Tag found a solution for that quickly as he used his fingers to slide the damp fabric out of the way, exposing her to his mouth.
“Put your hands on the headboard and don’t move them,” Tag insisted, and McKenna immediately recognized his dominant side as he easily maneuvered back in to being in control.
Oh, who was she kidding? Tag Murphy had always been the one in control, no matter what she thought.
Wrapping her fingers around the wrought iron detail in the headboard, McKenna held on, still looking down at him as his mouth disappeared between her legs, his tongue spearing through her wet, folds.
“Oh...” McKenna threw her head back as his tongue pressed through the narrow entrance, mimicking what she desperately wanted him to do with his cock. Over and over, he continued to fuck her with his tongue, never paying mind to her greedy clit, and she was somewhat grateful because there was no way she would’ve been able to hold out if he had.
Unable to control herself, McKenna began a slow, rhythmic grind against his mouth, aching to feel him deeper inside of her, but settling for the moment on having his tongue do delicious things to her.
McKenna was both relieved and disappointed when Tag pulled away, gripping her hips and turning her, so she had no choice but to let go of the iron bars. When she tumbled to her back, he was kneeling between her legs, slowly, and methodically running his hands over every inch of her skin, his mouth trailing his hands as he unclasped her bra before somehow discarding it without ever making her move.
Her panties were being peeled down her legs, and McKenna was suddenly breathing harder as she anticipated having Tag flush against her body. And then he was there, his mouth hovering above hers, his chest pressing against her breasts, his stomach against hers and the hard ridge of his erection pressing intimately between her thighs.
“Don’t wrap your legs around me,” Tag instructed when she started to move. “Keep them on the mattress against mine.”
The position had them touching from ankle to chest, his body blanketing hers in much needed heat. Tag took her hands in his, twining their fingers and raising her arms above her head where he held them. She felt the hard knots of his biceps against her inner arms, his forearms against hers as he held most of his weight off of her.
Every part of her was touching every part of him, and McKenna suddenly felt complete for the first time. When he angled his hips, the head of his thick, hard cock nudged just inside of her, she whimpered, not wanting him to stop until he was filling her.
“Look at me,” Tag told her and McKenna opened her eyes, not realizing she had even closed them. “Feel me,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Feel every part of me, McKenna.”
Tag’s hips thrust forward hard, his cock lodging inside of her, deeper, but he didn’t pull back.
“Do you feel me?” he asked.
McKenna knew he wasn’t just talking about the sensations that rocked her body from having him buried to the hilt inside of her. He wanted to know that she felt him penetrating every single molecule, every cell, every fiber of her being.
“Everywhere,” she whispered, “I feel you everywhere.”
“I want you to remember this moment.” Tag’s words were gruff, his breaths choppy against her neck, and McKenna hung on every word. “This is the first,” Tag punctuated his statement with a deeper thrust of his hips, “and the very last time I’ll give myself to anyone.”
McKenna’s breath hitched in her throat, her fingers squeezing his as she let him know without words that she heard him.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” Tag’s hips moved, his cock retreating, never fully removing himself from inside of her, and never allowing any part of his body to separate from hers. “I love you, McKenna.”
His words shredded her soul, inflated her heart once again to the point McKenna wondered whether she would be able to contain all of what she felt for him inside of her.
“With every breath I take, I love you more,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing hers.
Squeezing his fingers once more, McKenna willed him to feel what she was feeling; praying that the next words that she spoke would never come back to haunt her because no matter how she wanted to protect herself, she knew that there was no way to do that with this man. “I love you,” she whispered in return.
When Tag’s mouth came down on hers, McKenna was consumed by him. Every part of her became every part of him as he continued to move, deep, penetrating thrusts filling her until she was overcome with the strongest orgasm she had ever known. He never took his mouth from hers as they moaned their release together, her body clasping his, holding him to her as his cock pulsed deep inside of her.
It was in that moment that McKenna realized she had never known anything like the emotion she felt for this man. She could label it as love, but she knew in her heart that it was so much more.
Chapter Thirty Seven
*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***
The sun was barely peeking through the slats in the wood blinds when Tag was woken by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He remembered bringing it into the bedroom the night before after he had ordered Chinese food. That was the first time Tag had ever eaten dinner in his bed, naked. He would never forget it either. McKenna had been propped up against him, her bottom between his thighs, her head resting on his chest while they ate and talked.
He could feel her against him now, her arm over his chest, her soft breasts against his side, and her leg across his. He wasn’t sure he wanted to move, but when his cell phone rang again a few minutes later, he knew he couldn’t stay there forever.
He eased out from under her, reaching over to grab his phone and after hitting the talk button, he pressed it to his ear. “Don’t you dare fucking ask me where I’m at,” he
greeted the caller.
Logan actually laughed, but Tag could hear the tension in the sound. “Fine. I’ll just ask how long it will take you to get here.”
“Where?”
“The club. Meet us in Luke’s office in half an hour.”
Tag was used to being summoned, and though it pissed him off, he knew he couldn’t tell Logan no. “I’ll be there.”
“Hey,” Logan said as Tag was about to disconnect.
“What?”
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with McKenna. Do you know where she is? I’d really like her to be here too.”
Tag turned to see the sleeping woman beside him and smiled. “I’ll make sure she’s there.”
Almost an hour later, thanks to McKenna’s insistence that they take a shower – together – they were walking into Luke’s office.
Tag proceeded with caution as he took stock of the unfamiliar man standing near a corner in the back. Luke, Logan, and Alex were seated in the only three available chairs while Cole stood in another corner, his arms crossed over his massive chest in a defensive stance. As soon as they approached, all three men immediately stood, offering McKenna their chair.
She smiled at them, and then glanced over at Tag before taking the one closest to her and leaving Luke to stand.
“Thanks for coming,” Logan said, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had on the phone. Surprisingly, he didn’t even give Tag a hard time about being late.
“What’s going on?” Tag asked, stepping around to stand behind McKenna’s chair, placing his hands on her shoulders because he couldn’t resist touching her.
“Tag Murphy, I’d like you to meet Chance Reed. Chance, Tag is Club Destiny’s legal counsel.”
Tag didn’t move forward to shake the man’s hand, but neither did Chance. Instead, they stared back at each other for a moment, both of them sizing each other up. Tag had seen the man somewhere, he just wasn’t sure where.
Logan broke the tension once more as he introduced McKenna, as well. He briefly explained his reason for asking her to join them, which Tag understood to be due to the topic of Stephen Crawford.
“What’s going on?” Tag wanted to get right down to the point. Whoever this man was, there was a reason he was here and Tag wasn’t interested in trying to figure it out for himself.
“Chance is our newest member,” Luke clarified, standing beside Cole, mirroring his defensive stance with his arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face.
“So why don’t you look happy about that?” Tag asked the obvious question.
“They aren’t thrilled with the fact that I’m an undercover cop,” Chance relayed, his eyes intensely focused on Tag.
“Is that right?” Tag felt his curiosity intensifying, but the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. “And how does that affect us?”
Chance leaned against the wall behind him, crossing one booted foot over the other ankle and his hands in his pockets. He didn’t look concerned to have all eyes on him, nor did he seem to mind the permanent scowl etched on Luke McCoy’s face.
Tag wasn’t one to get intimidated easily, but then again, at six feet three, a solid two twenty, he’d gotten pretty comfortable in his own body. As for Chance, well, Luke definitely had a few inches on him, even though the cop didn’t look much shorter than Tag was. And the only other person in the room who might’ve had the same breadth would’ve been Cole. Both men looked like they lived at the gym.
When Chance started talking, all eyes stayed on him. “I’ve been investigating Stewart Crawford for going on a year now.”
“Stewart Crawford? The big oil tycoon out of West Texas?” McKenna asked.
“That’d be the one. You might not be familiar with him, but you’re definitely acquainted with his son, Stephen.”
Tag knew the relation because the McCoy’s didn’t play around when they did background checks. He just wasn’t sure why it was relevant.
“We know for a fact that Stewart’s managed to get away with thousands of oil drilling violations in recent years. Mainly, as they relate to corroded pipelines that are leaking and in desperate need of repair.”
“I don’t understand,” McKenna voiced. “Wouldn’t that be something for the Texas Railroad Commission to investigate? Why are you undercover investigating it?”
“I’m not,” Chance clarified, and Tag noticed Luke’s eyebrows get even closer as he regarded Chance.
“Then what are you doing?” Logan asked.
“I’m investigating Stephen Crawford.” Chance didn’t elaborate, and Tag felt the pressure in the room shift dramatically.
“Do we have to drag it out of you?” Cole bit out, standing more firmly in place.
“Stephen Crawford has managed to blackmail a handful of very influential people in this state, several of them members of your club.”
“Sonuvabitch!” Luke bellowed and began pacing. “That’s why that little mother fucker wanted in so bad. He’s using us to get the dirt he needs.”
Tag watched each person, noticing how Logan allowed his twin a moment to vent before he spoke up. “If Crawford’s blackmailing government officials, I assume they are the ones who are managing to bypass the red tape as far as the environmental violations are concerned.”
“That’s correct,” Chance responded. “Keep in mind, I’m undercover, and I’ve managed to get close to Stephen Crawford in the last few months. So, I was a little surprised to learn he wasn’t just using his underhanded skills to protect his daddy’s fortune, but that he was now venturing down a new path of crazy.”
Luke stopped moving and jerked his attention to Chance at the same moment Logan stood up. Tag didn’t move from behind McKenna, keeping his hands firmly on her shoulders as he watched the two identical brothers. He recognized their immediate protective instincts.
“Chill out, boys,” Chance said casually, never moving from his disinterested stance against the wall. “I’m here to help you.”
“How the hell do you propose to do that?” Luke asked.
“Well, if you’d let me finish, I was just getting to the interesting part.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***
McKenna sat at the table, drinking in the sight of Tag sitting across from her. She was supposed to be working, but for the last few minutes, she’d been too interested in staring at the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on.
For two days, they hadn’t spent a single minute apart, and during that time, she had even gotten used to the way he continued to touch her in the most innocent of ways. Like right now. They were sitting directly across from one another at his breakfast table, their laptops set up between them while Tag’s bare foot methodically rubbed against hers beneath the table. Even that innocent, sweet caress was enough to send her hormones into a frenzy.
“You’re supposed to be working,” Tag stated, never looking up from his computer screen.
McKenna smiled. “I am.”
“Yeah?” Tag’s eyes came up to meet hers, and that sexy dimple in his right cheek winked as he grinned.
“I’m thinking about writing an article on the world’s sexiest men. And I think you’ll be the first one I write about.”
“Well, darlin’, I can assure you that your readers would be sadly disappointed,” he grinned even bigger.
“Why’s that?” McKenna didn’t doubt how sexy her readers would find Tag; especially if they had as intimate a glimpse into who he truly was as she did. Not that she would ever allow that to happen though.
“Because I’d never let you do the research on anyone else.”
McKenna laughed. She loved how possessive Tag had become of her in recent days. Not that he hadn’t been before, but now, he didn’t seem to mind who knew.
From what she could tell, the only difference was that he was now giving in to his desire to be with her, versus trying to push her away as he had before. And since that road now traveled both ways, she’d been
able to loosen up quite a bit, allowing herself to ease into the less dominant role. McKenna would never be a submissive, but considering Tag didn’t seem to need that, she wasn’t too worried about it.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to make your clothes fall off,” Tag smirked.
“How am I looking at you?” she asked, wanting to know so she could continue doing it.
“Like I’m dessert.”
“I’ve never heard of having dessert after breakfast,” McKenna said sweetly.
“Well, darlin’, I think it’s high time we try.” With that confident, relaxed ease that was so much a part of him, Tag stood from his chair before crowding her on the opposite side of the table. “I think it’s time we try a few things, actually.”
That teasing spark disappeared from his eyes replaced by a hungry gleam. Without conscious thought, McKenna’s body responded immediately as she stood to her feet in front of him. When he lifted her, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and her arms around his neck.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you,” he growled as he moved through the house, toward his bedroom.
McKenna fully expected him to toss her on the bed, but he changed course abruptly and led her into his bathroom. For the last two days, McKenna had fantasized about getting into that gargantuan bathtub of his, but once again, he turned and they were suddenly standing in his oversized glass shower.
“We’re a little overdressed for this, don’t you think?” she asked when he turned on the water, still holding her. He didn’t answer as he waited a brief moment while the water heated before submerging them both beneath the warm spray of water.
She was wearing one of his white button down shirts, and nothing else, while he had pulled on a pair of old, faded jeans that she found to be even sexier on him than those expensive suits. Especially when that was the only thing he wore.
Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel Page 26
