Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2)

by James, Amelia

  "And then I get home and tell Scott I'm ready to fuck him, but he said, 'No, you're not in the right place.' I hate it when he's all perceptive and understanding." She rolled her eyes.

  "Who's Scott?"

  "My boyfriend."

  "Ah." I swallowed the rest of my beer. Just get it over with. "Tell me about him."

  "He's a good guy. His last name is Valentine. Isn't that sweet?" A goofy smile brightened her face.

  So sweet I wanted to puke. "Uh-huh."

  "We met grocery shopping. What could be safer than that?"

  "Is he good in bed?"

  "Why is that always the first question?" She glared at me and tipped backward as she slapped her hands on her hips.

  I grabbed her shoulder and steadied her. "Guys like to know who they're competing with."

  "Bullshit. You want to know if he's better than you."

  "Isn't that what I just said?"

  She slapped her palm over her face. "Fuck me. I don't know. I still haven't slept with him."

  "Why not?"

  A sliver of moonlight slipped between the weather-beaten planks, revealing determined eyes. "Because I want to do it right this time. I want to wait till I'm sure he's not going to hurt me."

  "Who says that's right?" The wind stirred Talia's hair, and I glanced over her shoulder. Foamy waves rippled along the beach. Who am I to lecture her about doing the right thing? "Getting hurt... getting hurt sucks, but you can't hide from life. That's not the Talia I know."

  She grumbled and opened another bottle. "What do you know?"

  I snatched the beer and poured it in the sand.

  "Hey!"

  I started flipping the empty bottle in one hand. "Why did you call me tonight?"

  She shrugged.

  Not what I wanted. "Did Scott hurt you?"

  "No. No, he fully supports waiting for sex. Not like you or Alex."

  The bottle bounced off my fingers and hit the ground. "Ow. Fucking hell." I knew she'd bring up that name sooner or later. I was hoping for not at all. "Then he's probably good for you." Damn it, why'd I dump that beer?

  "He's a lawyer too, contract law, works for a corporation. He's really good at reading my feelings and understanding my motives. But Scott uses his powers for good, not evil." She giggled and snorted. "He's the anti-Alex."

  "Sounds like a nice guy."

  "Yeah. Nice. I don't want nice." Moonlight sparkled in her eyes. "I want evil."

  I didn't have to ask who she meant. "So why did you call me?"

  She searched for an unopened beer, cussing when she couldn't find one. Then she looked at me and tucked a fluttering strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm working with Alex. His assistant, the girl I met at a paralegal conference a few years ago, found out I'm doing forensic accounting now, and called me to help them track down some money."

  Damn it. She'd gone to Alex. "Did you sleep with him?"

  She crossed her arms over her chest. "Does it matter?"

  "Yes."

  "Why?"

  I clenched my jaw until my teeth hurt. "Because I need to know."

  She arched an eyebrow and a sly grin twisted her sexy lips. "You wanna watch?"

  "No."

  Coppery hair blew in her eyes as she laughed. "I didn't sleep with him."

  Good. "But you want to." Don't do this to yourself, Will.

  "Hell yeah. But I'm dating Scott." She snarled and pointed her finger at me. "Don't say it."

  I had to. "That never stopped you before. Ow!" Damn woman slapped me right across the face. Even drunk, she still had a strong arm.

  "That was not my fault. You two bastards played me."

  "I know. I'm sorry." The wind picked up and waves crashed against the old pier. "How is Alex?"

  "Same arrogant, manipulative, irresistible...."

  Why'd she have to go there? "You still haven't answered my question."

  "Huh?"

  "Why call me?"

  She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. "It's been six months since I had sex. I can't wait any longer. I need a cock between my legs—one that doesn't have batteries...."

  The rest of her plea got lost as I did some quick calculations. She hasn't slept with the boyfriend—or Alex—hasn't gotten any in six months... that means I was the last guy to get my dick in her.

  "I called you because I need to get laid, and I need to get it from someone who arouses me."

  My dick stirred. "Scott doesn't?"

  "Yes, but only on a physical level. You piss me off."

  "So does Alex." What the hell am I doing?

  "But he isn't here right now. You are."

  I shifted, giving my erection room to grow. "Now you're pissing me off."

  "Good." She slid closer to me and ran her hand up my thigh, teasing the bulge in my crotch. "I want to arouse your passion. We never had that until Alex got involved."

  My spine stiffened as her fingers spider-crawled up my zipper. "Is that what we were missing?"

  "Maybe. Things got a lot hotter between you and me after I started screwing him."

  Did not want to hear that, but I couldn't argue with her. "You're doing a nice job 'arousing' me, babe."

  She dragged her tongue up my neck to my ear. "What'll it take to get you to rip my clothes off?"

  I shook my head and hopped off the truck. "Can't be done."

  "Why? Is it because I'm in a relationship?"

  "No. Relationships are a crock. Your boyfriend doesn't bother me."

  "What does?" She crawled across the tailgate, prowling like a panther.

  "Our history." Hard and Fast Rule number two: never dig up the past.

  She grabbed my shirt and clawed her way up my chest. "Screw history. You want me."

  "Doesn't matter." My heart hammered. I knew she felt it.

  "I want you."

  "I know." Rule. Number. One. Never fuck Talia again.

  She slid her hands behind my neck, twirling my hair around her fingers and sending sparks straight to my rebellious dick. "I haven't fucked Alex... yet... but he made me come."

  Deep breath. Don't let her play you. "I'm sure he did."

  "Twice. No, three times. His office, the conference room, the alley."

  "Sounds like fun."

  "But with you and me—just once and done. That's all I need."

  Fuck my rules. I grabbed the little slut's shoulders and shoved her down on the quilt.

  "Yessss," she hissed. Her thighs splayed as I fell on top of her.

  I grabbed the back of her neck. "Is this what you want, slut?"

  She giggled and arched into me, grinding her hot cunt against my hard dick. "Fuck me, Alex."

  Her devious eyes sparkled. She'd said the wrong name on purpose—just to provoke me. But as I grabbed her collar and ripped her shirt straight down the middle, I knew she was getting exactly what she wanted.

  "Oh!" She gasped and locked her ankles behind my knees, arching back to let her ripped shirt fall off and expose her bare breasts.

  I sucked her stiff nipples while we wrestled her shorts to the ground. She draped her legs over my shoulders and I dove in, licking and tasting every juicy bit. Ahh... sweet Talia pussy. I'd missed that. I licked her slowly, swirling my tongue in and around her tasty flesh, adding my fingers when she begged for more. Nibbling, biting harder than most girls could stand, but she thanked me.

  "Yes! I needed this."

  This. Not me.

  She squirmed and shuddered beneath me, so I grabbed her knees and pinned them to the truck bed, spreading her wide open and exposing her pink pussy to the damp lakeshore air. My cock tingled, eager for another plunge.

  "Fuck me, Alex. Will. Whoever. Just fuck me!"

  Whoever? Walk away, damn it.

  Talia didn't care who fucked her. And neither did I.

  I grabbed my belt buckle and unzipped my jeans while she finger-fucked herself. She closed her eyes and moaned, and I wondered who she was thinking about when she circled her clit and squealed. Probably n
ot me. So I decided to pound him out of her head. I planted my feet in the sand, dragged her ass across the quilt and slammed into her greedy pussy.

  She hissed and grabbed my thighs, scratching my skin while I let the hammer down. I lifted her ankles and locked them behind my neck so I could drive in deep. She gasped and grabbed the tailgate for leverage and thrust back, slamming her ass against my thighs as if she was trying to exorcise some demon, some tormenter. Maybe we can cast him out of each other. Hellfire boiled in my blood, teasing my trapped cock. Something fought to escape me.

  But I wouldn't let it loose yet. If she wanted to use me, I wanted to make sure I got thoroughly used.

  "Oh God, yes!" She clenched and trapped my hips between her knees. I rubbed her clit while she squirmed and tugged on her nipples. "Oh yes, Will! I needed you."

  I didn't believe that for a second, but it was nice to hear. "Scoot up. Roll over." I pulled out and she obeyed, lying on her stomach while I climbed into the truck bed and pinned her thighs between my knees. Her ass jiggled and I bent over and chomped on it.

  "Ow! What the fuck!" Tears sprang to her eyes.

  What the fuck? I'd never hurt her before. But it felt damn good. "I left my mark on you." I leaned over and grabbed a handful of her hair.

  Her body went rigid as my teeth closed on her shoulder. "Don't. He'll see."

  "Who? Your boyfriend? Or Alex?"

  "Shut up."

  I laughed and shoved my cock between her thighs, claiming her hot, tight pussy. "Your cunt is mine tonight. He needs to know that."

  She whimpered and tried to throw me off, but that never worked. We groaned as I slid in deeper. I fell on top of her, squashing her between my body and the truck. "Do you remember our first fuck?"

  Her muscles tensed, but her pussy got wet.

  "Right here in my truck, in this same spot. It was so damn cold that night, but you pulled your pants off and spread your legs for me like you were on fire."

  "Only because you begged me to."

  "No, you couldn't get enough. I'll never forget how quickly your sweet little nipples responded to my touch." I slipped my hand under her chest and grabbed a hard pebble. She moaned and mashed her breast into my palm. "And then I tried to get my hand into your pants, but they were too tight, so I had to unzip them."

  "Yes, you did."

  "But you didn't let me stop there. Before I could touch you, you were naked from the waist down, riding my hand and begging for my cock."

  She pressed her face against the quilt as I slid my hand under her hips and fingered her clit.

  "How many times did I make you come?" I whispered the words in her ear, and she came in a cascade of quivers.

  "Twice."

  "Is that all?" The first one had taken a lot of effort, but after she started fucking Alex, we learned to make her come easy and often. "You've already come twice tonight. Let's see how many more times...." I pinched her swollen clit between my fingers.

  "Oh God, no!"

  "Three." Every time she came, her pussy clenched hotter and wetter. Somehow I hung on to reality, but the living orgasm beneath me pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

  I planted my knees and fucked her, smashing my groin against her bruised ass. "Do you remember our last fuck?"

  "The one with Alex?"

  Bitch. "No. The one after that. When I tied you naked and spread-eagled between those posts."

  "And threatened to leave me there."

  "You always come easier when you're afraid of something." I bit down on her neck and left a mark sure to be seen for days.

  She groaned and squirmed. Her skin flushed hot and her pussy dripped as it tightened around my cock. "Damn it, Will. What are you doing to me?"

  "Making you come again."

  She gasped and curled under me, and I realized fucking a woman's mind was just as important as fucking her body.

  I licked her bruised neck and whispered in her ear. "Three."

  "No, that's four."

  My mind was as fucked as hers. Four orgasms. Pretty impressive, so I decided to make number five about me. I grabbed her hair and yanked her upright. "Ride me, woman."

  She cursed and freed her tangled hair from my fingers as I climbed into the truck and lay on my back. I shoved my pants down to my knees, and my cock jumped up and begged for her.

  Talia laughed. "Missed me that much, huh?"

  "No."

  She grabbed my stiff dick and rubbed it against her hot clit. Horny little slut knew how to tease. But I let her play, watching her through half-closed eyes as she leaned down and licked the swollen head. Yeah, I missed you. She licked circles around my shaft, and I pulled her hair back to watch her swallow it as deep as she could go. Flames teased my balls, leaping up along my erection, and threatening to ignite the whole damn thing.

  "Fuck me, slut."

  "When I'm damn good and ready." She trapped my cock between her breasts and nibbled my pounding chest. "Should I leave a mark?"

  "You already have."

  Confusion flickered in her eyes as I pulled her up for a kiss, shoving my tongue in her mouth before she could ask for an explanation. The only answers I had led to more questions.

  She spread her legs across my hips and mounted me while we kissed. Her pussy tightened as I slid my hands up her thighs to her ass, guiding her movements and then letting her take control. She sat up and thrust down on me, nearly shooting my eyeballs through the top of my head.

  I propped myself up on my elbows and watched her clit drag up and down my cock. Her pink pussy swallowed me whole then spit me out only to devour me again and again.

  Then she slipped on the way down and my wet cock slid between her ass cheeks. "Ooo...." She squirmed, spreading her juices around her tight hole. I pressed my cock in just a little way, and she shivered, then grabbed my hand and guided my fingers into her pussy. Her gaze fixed on mine. "This is for you."

  I watched her eyes roll back in her head as she bore down on my cock with her ass, sucking it into that hot, tight space. "Relax, darlin'."

  She flexed, but I didn't move except to brush my thumb over her clit. "Oh!" And then she rode my hand and my cock, slow but steady, hotter and tighter with each dark plunge. "I've never done this with anyone else. Only you. Do you want to know why?"

  She wants to have this conversation now? "Why?"

  Talia shook her head. "You're the only one who can take me here."

  That made no sense, but my brain wasn't exactly functioning at premium efficiency.

  "Only you, Will. You can... oh God...."

  "If you wanna talk about this, babe, you better make it quick." Stars exploded behind my eyes and the truck spun. Waves battered my body, and I hung onto Talia as moonlight dazzled me. I watched her convulse on top of me, saw her scream, but I couldn't hear anything over the roaring in my ears.

  She rolled off me, but I wouldn't let go, holding her close while her ragged breath warmed my chest, calming my racing heart. My brain wanted to come back to life, but I wouldn't let it. Not just yet. Reality could have tomorrow. I needed to hold onto this fantasy for tonight.

  Talia stirred, pulling away from me. "I gotta go."

  "Yeah, I kinda figured."

  She sat up and retrieved the rag that had been her shirt. "Let me have yours."

  I heard her suck in her breath as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and handed it to her. The sleeves reached her elbows and the hem covered her butt. "You're swimming in that thing. Your boyfriend's gonna notice."

  "I know." She pulled her shorts on and grabbed her sandals. "Thank you, Will."

  Thanking a man for sex—especially where-no-man-should-go sex—always meant something else. "Uh-huh."

  "I can handle Alex now."

  I did not need to hear that.

  "I needed to get laid so I could resist the temptation."

  And since her idiot boyfriend turned her down, I was the next choice. Nice. "What about what's-his-name... Scott?"

  She was fin
ger-combing her hair, fighting with a particularly nasty snarl. "Ouch. Yeah, I gotta deal with him." She hopped off the truck and pressed closed lips against mine, a nice little brush-off. "Bye." Her sandals swung from her fingers as she walked barefoot across the wet sand.

  I watched her disappear into the darkness, and then lay back on the quilt and argued with myself about chasing after her. Let her go.

  But I didn't want to, damn it. Yeah, she'd used me, she'd hurt me... again. But at least when Talia screwed me now, I felt something. Something I couldn't switch on and off.

  The marks I'd left on her body would fade in a couple of days, but the scars she'd carved on my soul would live forever. Once and done? Not with that woman.

  The Wrong Reasons

  Lake Michigan's endless waves pounded a relentless rhythm against the sandy shore. Cheater, cheater, cheater. I started the car and peeled out of there, flinging sand and seaweed into the moonlit sky.

  Again? I did it again? Not fucking Will. I'd done that before. I couldn't believe I'd cheated again. Damn it!

  When I thought I was being unfaithful to Will, Alex told me confessing an indiscretion to a lover only made the guilty party feel less guilty. At the time I believed him, but now I couldn't live with another secret. Scott needed to know. I drove straight to his apartment and knocked on his door. No answer. I made a fist and pounded until I heard him yell.

  "Coming!" A few seconds later the door flew open and Scott stood there in nothing but flannel pajama pants.

  "Hi." I gasped and stared at his broad bare shoulders and well-muscled arms. Damn. Maybe I should've persisted when he turned me down.

  "Hey." He blinked at me and ran his hand through his rumpled, dirty-blond hair. His sleepy brown eyes fixed on my chest. "Where'd you get that shirt?"

  Will's shirt. Forgot about that. "A friend gave it to me." Friend? Hardly, but one word couldn't describe our relationship, so I didn't try. "Can I come in?"

  "Oh, yeah." He stepped back and let me by. "Sorry, I'm not quite awake. What time is it?"

  My fingers caught on a stubborn snarl as I twisted them in my hair. "Late. Early." His big, plush couch beckoned, and I sank down into it. So comforting. Warm colors and soothing shapes decorated the room. He turned the lamp down so the light wouldn't irritate our eyes. So thoughtful.