Sticky Fingers: Hot-Bites Novella

by Snow, Jenika

  “Are you even listening to me?” Trevor barks. I want to tell him no, that I’m envisioning sinking between the sweetest legs God ever created, but I don’t. Still, I can feel my cock harden and stretch against the thin sheet covering our bodies. I force my mind back to the conversation so I can hurry and get rid of him.

  I definitely have better things to do.

  Like my woman.

  “Did I lose too much weight and they’re saying I’m on my death bed? Or did I go out with my jacket not matching my pants this time?” I mutter, because each of those have been reported on, believe it or not. “And while I’m asking questions, I have to ask why you’re concerned enough about this crap to call me before the damn sun is even up? You know how this bullshit is. I don’t give a fuck about it.”

  “Son of a bitch, you don’t even know, do you?”

  “Know what?” I’m frowning now, sitting up in bed and turning so I can put my feet on the floor. This keeps up I’ll completely wake Macy up and I want her sleepy and relaxed when I fuck her hard.

  “Turn that entertainment channel on.”

  “Trevor,” I growl, warning him. I can feel Macy shift behind me, turning on her side and sliding her warm body against my back, looping an arm around me as she hugs me close.

  Christ, has anything ever felt this sweet?

  “Just do it.”

  I sigh, grabbing the remote off the bedside table and flicking on the television. I find the channel while moving so I’m lying back on the bed, pulling Macy’s warm, soft body against me. One of her legs drapes over both of mine, and her hand rests on my abdomen with her fingers softly teasing my skin. Her head lays half on my arm in the curve of my shoulder, and half on my body. Her sweet lips press a kiss on my chest.

  Definitely nothing sweeter.

  I keep my hand lying loosely on her thigh, loving the feel of her skin. I kiss the top of her head and let the pads of my fingers rake back and forth as I force myself to watch the television screen.

  My eyes nearly close as I feel Macy move her sweet little hand down to wrap around my dick. She definitely likes my cock and I couldn’t be happier about that. I groan as she gives me a stroke.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re with that bitch now, aren’t you?” Trevor growls.

  “Watch yourself, Trevor. You’ve been my lawyer for a long time, but I can replace you easily,” I warn.

  No one will talk about Macy like that. I’ll destroy them if they try.

  “Look at your damn television, Braden, and stop thinking with your dick for a minute.”

  I all but growl into the phone. The sound is intimidating and definitely meant to be. No one talks to me like that. No one. I don’t care if Trevor is a friend.

  I’m about to tell him that when I look up and see a picture of Macy and me kissing outside my father’s estate plastered on the screen. My hand is palming her ass and I’m eating ferociously at her mouth. There’s no denying our chemistry, even if I’m pissed about the damn paparazzi grabbing a picture of us during an intimate moment. I should have expected it. I know how those assholes are, but I don’t want to control myself around Macy. Besides, I’m okay with them catching us kissing. I plan on doing it often and she’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life from here on out. It’s what I hear when I turn up the volume that has me flipping my shit. I don’t hear the beginning of the broadcast, but what I hear is definitely enough.

  “…Billionaire Braden Harris is notorious for dating the hot and single in Hollywood. That’s why his latest arm candy is such a surprise. Entertainment Broadcasting has discovered exclusively that Braden Harris’s new gal-pal isn’t a Hollywood starlet at all, and she’s not the next model on the runway in Milan. She’s not used to runways at all, but rather jail cells…”

  A picture of Macy and a not-so-great mug shot imposes over our kiss. It’s not a regular mug shot. I have to squint to see, but she’s clearly a juvenile in the picture. I may not have a law degree, but even I know there’s no way these vultures obtained that picture legally. Those files are supposedly sealed. Before I can bark orders at my lawyer and think to contain the situation, Macy cries out, tearing from the bed and racing to the bathroom.

  Fuck.

  “Trevor, I’ll call you back, but you get that shit taken off the air. Find out how they got the file on Macy when she was clearly underage and tell them by the time I’m done with them, I’ll own their fucking channel!” I slam the phone down, not waiting for him to reply, and take off after my woman.

  Macy

  I’m crying like a fool, acting like one too. Why did I ever think this would work with Braden? Why did I think my past wouldn’t come back and slap me in the face? Of course, I didn’t think it’d be plastered all over the damn television on prime time, but hey, that’s my luck, especially given the fact things have been going so well with Braden.

  And here I am in the bathroom, the door shut, crying like I don’t have tougher skin.

  I stare at myself in the mirror and angrily wipe my tears away. I hate myself right now, hate myself because I’ve fallen in love with a man that I shouldn’t want.

  My eyes are red rimmed, my cheeks wet. I get pissed all over again, but I’m also humiliated. Although Braden knows about me, about the type of girl I am, how I lived, seeing my face plastered on the screen embarrasses me like no other. I don’t want him to see me like that. I want him to see me as the woman I’ve become with him, the person he sees me as now.

  And what type of woman is that?

  Shut the hell up.

  I’m having this insane argument with myself in my head. Perfect.

  “What a fine fucking mess,” I whisper to my reflection and hear the TV shut off. I straighten, my hands curled around the edge of the marble sink. I look over my shoulder, my heart racing.

  The door is closed, and I don’t know if Braden will come in, if he’ll try to talk to me. This probably has ruined everything between us, as if the past few days meant nothing.

  How can he see me as something more than a criminal? That’s why he “hired” me, isn’t it? That’s how we initially met.

  Right now, he’s probably regretting everything and thinking how I’m nothing more than a nightmare to him.

  Why was I ever stupid enough to think a man of his social standing would want anything more from a girl like me? Why would I think this could ever be more than what it is?

  It’s an arrangement. Nothing more, right?

  I feel like crying all over again, but I force myself to suck it up. I’m stronger than this. I don’t need a man in my life, but then again, I’ve never been in love. I’ve given Braden myself, my virginity.

  And despite all the things that have just happened, I know I would do it all over again.

  And then there is a knock on the bathroom door, and I know I can’t hide in here forever. But confronting Braden after he saw me on TV like that is terrifying.

  I swallow, my throat feeling thick, rough.

  “Macy?” He calls out my name and although his voice is muffled, I can hear the emotion in this tone, his gentleness.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and tell myself not to cry again. The last thing I want is for Braden to see me a sobbing mess.

  I turn and look at my reflection once more, wiping away the remnants of my tears, giving myself an internal pep talk to man the hell up. So what if he doesn’t want me anymore? So what if I’m back to being that girl with the sticky fingers in the city alleys? That’s who I am, who I’ve always been. Surely I don’t need a man to make me feel whole?

  But this isn’t just any man. This is Braden. I love him.

  I feel my heart break a little over the thought of never seeing him again. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want to live with these feelings if he’s not in my life.

  I inhale deeply and exhale slowly and finally turn and face the door.

  “Macy? Let me in, baby.”

  His endearment has my heart skipping a beat again.

 
“Can I come in?”

  I open my mouth, but no words come out. I want to see him, want to tell him how I feel, that what he saw on the TV doesn’t define me.

  I’m a thief, yeah, but who I’ve been while with Braden is the real me. I haven’t been pretending to be someone I’m not.

  “Yeah,” I finally say but it’s a whisper.

  A second later the knob turns and the door is pushed open.

  He stands there for a moment, his hands in his pockets, this concerned expression on his face. Although I wiped the tears away, I know he can see that I was crying.

  “Macy. Baby.” He takes a step into the bathroom and I find myself taking one back.

  I’m shaking my head, but I don’t know what I’m saying no to.

  My feelings?

  The situation?

  The heartache that may come from all of this?

  A deep, stuttering breath leaves me. I stare into his face, memorizing it. He’s got a days’ worth of scruff on his jaw, and his hair is slightly messy from being in bed with me. All I want to do is go up to him and wrap my arms around his body, rest my head on his chest.

  “What you saw, the mugshot…” My tongue is thick, and I can’t force the words out. God, my mouth is so dry. He’s shaking his head slowly and steps farther inside, then takes another step until not even a foot separates us.

  “I don’t care about any of that, Macy,” he says and I’m shocked, feeling my eyes widen. “I don’t care. I don’t care about what I saw, that they call you a criminal. I know who you are.” He lifts his hand and moves a piece of hair away from my face.

  “But your reputation,” I whisper.

  He’s shaking his head again. “I don’t care about any of that, baby.”

  A few seconds pass before he says anything else, and I can see his throat working as he swallows, as if the act is hard. He lifts both hands and covers the side of my face, his touch comforting, masculine.

  “Don’t you understand?”

  I’m afraid to say anything. “I don’t want to be that stain on your life, Braden. I’m not like you, or the people you hang out with.” He’s moving his thumb along my cheek, right under my eye.

  “And that’s what drew me to you,” he says and smiles softly. “I don’t want some runway model from Paris. I don’t want someone used to living a certain way and having everything handed to them on a silver platter. Those people don’t know what real living is, Macy.”

  His words are so soft that I feel my heart skip another beat.

  “I want someone who’s strong, who’s a survivor. I realize I’ve spent my entire life in this void. There was nothing before you came along, but I didn’t realize it until I fully let myself go with you.” He smiles again, and I want to rise up on my toes and kiss him. “That’s why I stayed away from, hell, everything. It’s why I stayed away from women for years. Years, Macy.”

  A long moment of silence passes between us.

  “I love you. I love you so fucking much it’s fucking insane.”

  He leans in and kisses me then, but I’m frozen in place, so stunned by his words I can’t think straight, let alone move.

  Braden doesn’t care about anything but me.

  He pulls back and leans down a little, so we are now eye level. “I love you, Macy. Do you understand that?” He’s so serious and all I can do is nod. “And there’s nothing that will ever be able to change how I feel for you. There’s no one who will ever take you away from me.” He pulls me into an embrace then, his hand on the back of my head, my cheek pressed to his chest.

  I know what I want to say, but I’m so consumed with emotions that all I can do is listen to the steady beat of his heart and feel the way he strokes the back of my hair. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and feel a smile spread across my face.

  “I love you, Braden.”

  His body tightens, and he pulls away from me, his hands on my upper arms, this stunned expression on his face.

  “Say it again,” he says in this gruff voice, as if he can’t believe I’ve just said that.

  I rise up on my toes and I’m the one to cup his cheeks now. I smile as I stare into his eyes.

  “I love you. I love you so much that the very thought of you not in my life actually hurts my heart.”

  Braden takes a shaky breath, his hold on me still firm. And then he’s grinning from ear to ear and pulling me back into the hardness of his chest, and just holding me.

  “It’s you and me from now on, Macy. You. And. Me.”

  Epilogue One

  Braden

  Two Months Later

  Christ.

  Her pussy is tight and so damn hot that if I don’t take my time, I’m liable to come before this even starts.

  I move my mouth so it’s an inch from Macy’s sweet-smelling pussy, close my eyes and groan, not able to stop the sound. My cock jerks violently. With my mouth so close to the most intimate part of her, I force myself to open my eyes and stare at her cunt. She’s pink, wet and all mine.

  “Fucking hell, baby,” I murmur and lift my gaze to her face for a moment, see her watching me intently. While holding her gaze, I move my tongue out and run it up the center of her cunt. She gasps, her mouth opening, her expression hazy with her pleasure.

  At the first taste of her my control breaks. I lick her cunt, suck at her pussy lips, and then I lick up to her cleft and suck on her clit. She’s pink and hot, glistening from her arousal for me, and tastes so fucking sweet that I groan in addiction.

  Latching my mouth over the engorged bud, I suck on her like a starving man. Hell, I am starving, but only for her. No matter how much I have her, how many times I fuck her, claim her, I’m always hungry for Macy. She tastes so good, so fresh that I grow frenzied for more.

  “You taste so fucking good, baby.” I lick her so many times I can’t feel my tongue, but I like that fact, because I know it means it’s as good for her as it is for me. She moans, thrashing her head back and forth, clenching her hands on the sheets. I don’t stop though. I can’t. She makes these needy little sounds, ones that drive me absolutely fucking crazy with lust.

  I frame her pussy while I eat her out. I pull her cunt lips apart with my thumbs, now able to see the pink, wet flesh of her. While holding her open, I lift my gaze to her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her chest moves up and down from her increased breathing.

  “Christ,” I groan and go back to licking and sucking at her cunt, wanting her to get off. “You taste so damn good. I won’t ever get enough.” As I run my tongue up and down her slit, she becomes wetter for me, more primed.

  “I’m so close,” she gasps, sounding like she’s having a hard time speaking.

  I growl low in my throat. “I want you to get off, baby. I need you to come while I have my face all up in your sweet pussy cream.” She moans after I say those words, and I start sucking furiously on her clit again. It doesn’t take long before I feel her body start to tighten with her impending orgasm.

  Holding her thighs open, I pull back an inch and push two fingers into her pussy. I’m trying not to be rough, but it’s hard as hell trying to control myself where she’s concerned.

  A cry of ecstasy finally leaves her.

  “That’s so fucking it, Macy, baby.”

  She lifts her hips and grinds her cunt against my face, and I go back to sucking on her clit. The wet, slurping noises of my mouth between her legs has my cock throbbing. Fuck, I’m so ready for her. I start pressing my hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate the pressure by dry humping the hell out of the bed. My balls are going to explode if I don’t get my cock inside of Macy soon.

  “God. Yes.” She moans loud and long, and that is my breaking point.

  I take my fingers from her, lick them clean, and cup her ass with both of my hands. Her asshole is right there for the taking, and I don’t hold off any longer. I lick at the puckered hole with just the tip of my tongue, allowing her to grow used to what I’m doing, hoping she’ll get off fr
om this.

  “Braden,” she moans softly.

  I use more force, licking her hard, then sucking on her flesh. Her skin tastes clean, like soap and lemon, like the shower she took just an hour before. With one more lick up the crease of her ass, I pull away. But I keep her legs spread open with my hands on her inner thighs, and stare down at her pussy.

  “This is mine,” I say as I cup her pussy.

  I’m so damn hard, so fucking ready to have her.

  When I rise and position myself above her, the feel of her wet pussy slips along my length. I groan.

  “Put it in.”

  Oh. Fucking hell.

  I place the tip of my dick at her entrance. God, this woman can bring me to my knees. And then I start to push into her, loving how she parts her mouth and gasps. A deep groan leaves me, and her breath hitches as I shove another inch into her.

  “Am I stretching you good, baby?”

  She nods and licks her lips. “God. Yes.”

  I give one last thrust, burying myself to the hilt inside of her, feeling her muscles tighten around my cock. I slip my hands under her ass, curl my fingers around the flesh, and in one move, I roll onto my back so she’s now straddling me. She has her legs spread wide on either side of me, her hands on my chest, her mouth still parted.

  “Ride me, Macy.”

  She starts moving, working herself on me. I slip my hands over her hips and clench at the flesh, trying to let her set the pace, but having a hard, fucking time not fucking her raw. Her movements start off slow, but she soon picks up speed.

  “That’s it.”

  She rises up and then slides all the way down on me. Over and over she does this, gradually going faster with each passing second. For a moment, I lose my control and find myself thrusting up, pushing my cock deep and hard inside of her.

  “Braden. Yes.”

  As much as I love having her ride me, I’m too far gone right now to let her set the pace.

  In a quick move, I have her on her back again, needing to be the one in control. I spear my hands in her hair, tugging at the strands, forcing her head back, her throat arched.