9781618857958KissMeLikeYouMeanItLeveyNC

by Mahalia Levey

  “What?” he snapped. “I know and no it wasn’t planned. Someone saw us and let the world know where I was.”

  “Who is that?” she whispered. He silenced her with a shake of his head.

  “We’re not on tour so we don’t have a security detail with us. I handled the situation and we’re en route to my place, well to drop off a close friend first, then to my place. Goodnight.”

  Carlie quirked her brow and looked out the window.

  “Sorry, that was our PR manager, Trish. She wasn’t happy to read about the mob at the bowling alley, but she’ll get over it. Raul, let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Six

  “Carlie, do you know what time it is? What’s wrong? I got your drunk text.”

  “I’m so sorry for that, but I need help.”

  “Okay, shoot.”

  “Jackson’s asleep. I want to wake him up and, well I want him so bad. He wants me too, but Garrick…”

  “Yeah, been there with Shea. Turn the tables around. If you initiate sex, our brother will still go ballistic but he can’t blame Jackson.”

  “Yeah, any suggestions on an out clause? I mean that shit won’t fly with Jackson. He’s already ‘there can’t be an us if Garrick isn’t down with it.’” Carlie ran a hand through her tousled hair and bit her lip.

  “No…well. I mean you could cuff him, and not give him a chance to object. I know that bastard is a kinky fucker, walked in on him a few times.”

  “Oh? He has a set of them hanging from a post. So just cuff him and initiate sex?”

  “That’s what I’d do if it was Shea. He likes to be cuffed even when he protests. His dick gets so damn hard.”

  “Ew. I don’t need that visual.”

  “Take charge, sis. What’s the worst that could happen? I’m going back to bed now.”

  Carlie shut her phone and slipped back into the bedroom, closing the door gently. Jackson in all his naked glory slept deep with the sheet draped over him. She bit her lip and said a silent prayer to the gods of sex that he didn’t wake up. Feeling a bit like a thief in the night, she unhooked the cuffs from the post and gently placed his hands in the position she needed to slip the cuffs through. Making sure she didn’t cinch them too tightly around his wrists, she pressed them in to secure him. Exhaling a breath, she pushed the sheet off him and trailed her finger down his ripped tattooed torso nervously. He shifted but didn’t open his eyes. Feeling a bit more confident, she moved her hands down to his pierced and studded dick. Under her fingertips, his muscle jerked to attention. She silenced the moan building up in her throat and wrapped her hand around him. From base to tip, she stroked him, then bent and sucked him into her mouth, making his cock nice and slick. He growled in his sleep as she straddled him and eased the tip into her core. He was so thick and long she was afraid he’d rip her in two. He slid in with ease, but his girth made her whimper as she worked her body over him.

  The second his eyes popped open, she knew she may have made a mistake. Too late to back down, she continued. He felt so right. Jackson’s eyes focused. “Get these fucking things off me, princess. Now.”

  Carlie bent forward and kissed his lips. “I can’t, there was no key with them. Plus you’re really sexy all tied up.” She ground her hips down drawing him further within her.

  “Carlie girl, what the fuck are you doing?” His eyes glassed over when she drew him deeper into her body, a delicious moan came from his parted lips. His dick hardened and flexed, breaking the barrier she’d saved for him. She winced as her body accepted him and she was fully seated on his cock. The pulsating member sent shivers down her spine, the pain ebbing as instinct kicked in and she began rocking over him, drawing him in and out of her.

  “This was not supposed to happen this way.” He looked to be in Heaven and Hell both at the same time. Intense grey eyes roamed over her body, making her cunt clench and her nipples tighten to nubs.

  “I need you. You need me.” All she wanted to do was make them both feel better without the fallout of her brother’s wrath. Now it appeared she’d earned his. She watched him yank at the cuffs, determined to break his headboard. When he let out a tortured growl, she stopped rocking her body over him. She didn’t understand. He was so hard in her, yet still fought owning his feelings.

  “Jacksy. This was the only way. Please don’t hate me.” The time for talking was over.

  “Fuck, princess.” He looked away, his jaw clenched. When she began moving again, sensation washed over her. Along the top of his shaft round beads dragged against her sensitized flesh. A cascade of juices trickled down her cunt, coating them as she moved. He put his hands around the wooden spokes of his headboard.

  “Touch your nipples for me.” His harsh voice pushed her to obey as he bucked under her, taking a semblance of control of the situation. Her pussy slickened, making deeper penetration more pleasurable. Her nipples ached for his touch though she didn’t dare release him yet.

  “Oh, God.” His anger turned her on, made her core ache for fulfillment. She bit her lip and ghosted her fingers down her body to her clit. When she looked up, his brilliant grey eyes burned a smoky hue, regarding her with barely controlled rage and undeniable lust.

  A loud snap startled her. She looked up to see he’d broken the spindles holding him. Carlie shook with fear as she scrambled off him. But not before catching the way her juices glistened on his dick as she retreated.

  “Stop running away. You wanted this, hope you can handle all of me. Pierced and ribbed for your pleasure.” His command only pushed her to put some more distance between them.

  “Jackson.”

  “Carlie.” He lunged for her.

  With a screech, she fled. He closed in on her blocking her only exit. The cocky gaze he wore dared her to try to avoid him. Instead he succeeded in cornering her. How much did she have to fear from a handcuffed male? What could he possibly do without the use of his arms?

  “Jacksy.”

  “Get on the fucking bed, princess. On your back with your mouth shut. Not another fucking word,” he snarled and she fought the urge to flee. In an attempt to get around the situation, she moved onto the bed and rolled to the other side. Jackson launched his body at her, tackling her, effectively halting her escape. For a cuffed man, he moved fast.

  In literal seconds, she found herself flat on her back and him over her with cuffed wrists on either side of her head. He drove into her in one rough stroke. The spark of pain ignited a fire of need so deep in her she feared she’d parish if not quenched. Pleasure swamped her with every thrust of his cock. The speed bumps ghosted across her clit with every plunge, causing her teeth to chatter as she fought shattering into a million pieces.

  “You feel so damn tight around my dick. I could fuck you all night and all day over again. Make you scream my name over and over, give you no reprieve.” He bit her neck hard, causing her pussy to gush. She bucked up meeting his hard staccato thrusts.

  His lips crashed over hers, punishing her with brutal possession. She dueled with his tongue, thrusting hers against his. She sucked his lip into her mouth and tried to steer the kiss into her control. Unwavering lust spiked. He gave her a second of control only to steal away her breath once more.

  Lost in the throes, she gripped his flank, digging her nails into his flesh covered muscle.

  “Hands off, grip the fucking bedding but do not touch me.” He glared daggers at her. “And spread those long legs wider. I’m going to drill you until you splinter repeatedly.”

  Carlie gasped. Her heart thundered as he commanded total access to her body. His body art tormented her, kept her on the edge of pitching over only to deny her. Heels dug into the bedding, her jaw trembling with how he made her feel, she swore her heart pounded hard enough to come out of her chest. Her nipples tingled, ached. His lips trailed over her chest. Pressing her shoulders back, she thrust her tits out in a demanding motion to gain his notice. He laved one nipple, then the other as if he knew she ached for more of the i
ntense sensation only he provided.

  “Jack—” He covered her mouth with his and thrust his tongue in, mimicking the sync of his throbbing cock in her pussy. He hit the right spot, making her cry out his name and arch her back. Still he didn’t stop or slow, pounding her hard, the headboard bouncing against the wall, creating a cadence of its own. Her body splintered as he promised. She came to her senses realizing he hadn’t come as sweat dripped from his body onto hers. His steel grey eyes honed in on her every reaction as he continued to thrust. Lost in his orbs, she saw lust, rage, and a detached cynicism.

  “I’m sorry.” She moaned as tremors slammed through her, unleashing a second intense orgasm. He milked every tremor out of her, let her fire bank and began the slow burning stoke once more.

  He snorted in response, and changed pace to an agonizing slowness. The drag of his piercing over her sensitized cunt and bundle of nerves made her head spin. Hot wet lips latching onto her nipples caused her cunt to constrict around his thick girth. He grunted and slipped a hand under her ass, pressing their bodies flesh to flesh as he surged into her. The power of another orgasm consumed her.

  “I can’t even look at you,” Jackson whispered in her ear. Hot jets of semen sprayed her womb. He lifted off her and stood over the bed. The pain reflected in his eyes broke her heart, though not as much as his last words.

  Jackson jerked away from her, leaving her feeling bereft. He stormed over to his desk and began riffling through his drawer.

  “Jackson.”

  “Go to sleep, Carlie.”

  “You want me to sleep now?” Has insanity seized him? “How am I supposed to fall asleep with this chasm between us?”

  She watched him fish a key out and unlock himself, wondering how many times he’d had to do that before as he freed himself.

  “I don’t fucking care.” He swept everything off his desk, crashing to the floor.

  “Look, I know you’re mad.” Carlie hugged her nudity. “I just wanted to break away from that damn promise you made. You didn’t have to keep screwing me after you broke the damn headboard.” If he could yell, so could she.

  “I didn’t? You think after the first taste of your bare pussy, I’d let it go to waste? I’m a sick bastard. When sweet pussy presents itself who am I to deny myself a good time? When it comes to good pussy, princess, yours is the best my cock has ever owned.”

  “Owned?”

  “Yeah, owned, lock stock and barrel.” He chuckled as he grabbed clothing. “You respond like every guy’s wet dream. Don’t know how the fuck you stayed a virgin for so long. Your exes missed out on one prime piece. They say a girl never forgets her first and measures them up to the next.” He smirked.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “What? Speaking my mind. You loved me talking dirty in your ear. Your pussy gushed with each word I spoke. Cream drenched my dick with each drive into you. Your body trembled and shattered for me. You like it rough and dirty. Guess we know now that alcohol unleashes your passions.”

  “Oh my God, you are such a depraved asshole.” Carlie fumbled with the bedding and eased her sore body off the bed, refusing to cry out. She may have fucked up but he didn’t have to make her feel so damn dirty, so worthless and like a whore.

  “Yeah well, princess, you bring out the asshole in me.”

  “I hate you for this.”

  “The feeling is mutual.” He stalked her and fisted his hand in her hair. Fury emanated from his body leeching to hers. “Princess, that was the only taste of my cock you’ll get, hope it quenched your thirst.” He let her go abruptly and stormed out of her line of vision, leaving her in solitude.

  Pain seared her as she moved to his mirror and gazed into the reflection, not recognizing the stranger in front of her. In wanting to have him, she destroyed the trust he had in her. How could she be so stupid? A stupid, stupid girl. Jackson wasn’t one to trust anyone. Unchecked tears coursed down her cheeks as she wallowed in the disaster she’d created. If he was so pissed why didn’t he storm off when he was free? Why give her the best first time only to lash out at her afterward? To make her pay. To make her miss what she’d never experience again.

  She dropped to her knees and began picking up the mess on the floor. There had to be a way to fix them. Years of circling around one another and missing each other due to tours or school didn’t lessen the sexual tension between them. Hadn’t they ignored their needs long enough?

  She placed every item back in its right place on his desk, pushed his chair in and retreated to the bathroom. Once under the hot spray, she breathed in the steam hoping to cleanse her broken soul.

  The water soothed her achy muscles. With a rag, she cleansed the fluids between her thighs and clarity dawned. No protection. She mentally counted her cycle and prayed she didn’t have another reason to regret her actions. No wonder he was so pissed off. Carlie leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes so desperate in want of a do-over. Fat chance. Seems she hadn’t learned a damn thing since her magazine debut. He saved her, got rid of the issue and catered to her and she manipulated him into fucking her in return.

  There was nothing she could do at the moment, she wasn’t even sure he was in the house. After turning off the shower, she dried off and wrapped a towel around her body. Silence greeted her as she stepped into the bedroom. Everything sat in the position she left it.

  “Where are you, Jackson?”

  Mental and physical exhaustion swamped her. Swaying on her feet, she edged to the bed, climbed on her side and burrowed under the coverlet. His scent surrounded her, the smell of their passion lingered in the sheets. An overwhelming urgency to make things right ripped through her causing her anxiety to spike. She breathed through the attack and willed sleep to take her away, away from a bleak future without Jackson. Gripping his pillow, she nodded off.

  * * * *

  “I swear, twin, if you shed one more tear, I’m gonna smother you with Garrick’s used boxer briefs. Listen and get a grip. Learn how to use your womanly wiles. Being a sniveling crybaby isn’t going to do a damn thing but give you a migraine and make your face look fucked up. However, regrouping may just get you laid. Beat him at his own game. He really screwed the pooch with his whole ‘that’s the only taste of my cock you’ll get’ etcetera…however that must’ve sounded hot as shit and sexy as hell. So now…” She took a breath.

  “Respect the boundaries. Reel him back in, work on innocent touches, his knee, back, shoulder. Hug him without really going in for the hug. Laugh, ‘cause, sis, your laugh is sexy incredible. Dress like you do, but leave your stuff everywhere, so he has no choice but to see your presence in his life.”

  “He hasn’t been home in four days. He could be dead somewhere or something. I’ve searched everywhere for a clue to where he took off to. Nothing.”

  “Did you call the hotel his daddy owns in New York City?”

  “Uh no. I didn’t think about checking the hotel.”

  “You have to quit obsessing over this. It’s done and by the way that is one hell of a way to lose your virginity. Is it true?”

  “What true?”

  “Rumors about his dick. I’ve read he’s like a personal studded sex toy. If so, I want a picture. Just cuz I’m curious. I don’t want to try the hardware out. Shea would not like that, but for real. I don’t know any man brave enough to endure that process.”

  “Gross. I’m not discussing Jackson’s schlong with you. But yes it is. I don’t know what one feels like without the extra ridges though.”

  “Use a vibrator that doesn’t have one then. Just saying those things are in for life. Hope you like them.”

  “You have a man. Can we get back to my earning forgiveness please? I’m almost sorry I told you now. Besides, it means nothing if I’ve lost him forever. And he’s leaning to the forever alone direction. He is so livid it defies logic.”

  “I love you and I know men. We both know Jackson is a hothead. He will come home and you can hash this out when he
’s clearheaded. In the meantime, womanly wiles may have gotten you into hot water, but they can get you out just the same.”

  “Are you sure that will work. I don’t want to piss him off more than he already is. I want the Jackson I know back.”

  “He’ll get over his wounded pride eventually and be too far gone to keep his hands off you. By then you’ll have two choices, let him ravage you or coyly back off and let him chase you.”

  “Where do you get these ideas?”

  “Well, the first one was in BDSM erotic romance. I’m sorry for the shitstorm I caused with the whole cuffing act. Shea likes being tied down. The rest, uh, I can’t reveal my sources but I’m putting that ereader Shea got me to use. No worries though, sis. We’ll be in your town tonight. Your man doth live, he just texted Garrick to see some band play.”

  “Good a sisterly hug is so needed right now. I have to study, I’ll talk to you later, sis.” She ended the call. She stuck her phone on the table and forced herself to concentrate on homework. The professors gave her extra time to do the past few days work after she emailed them saying she was under the weather. For the first time she grasped what her friends went through after a bad breakup or fight. This by far was the worst feeling ever, even more than the magazine problem.

  She picked up her cell and texted please come home for the billionth time and hit send. He’d return when he was good and ready. When her phone chimed, she dragged her gaze away from pharmacology to see the reply.

  How is your body? I saw the blood on the sheet. Was there more?

  Carlie glanced at her phone and typed back.

  No. I was a little tender in the shower and the next day but that was it. What are you a gynecologist now?

  Fucked enough pussy to be an expert, yours included. Good. I know I didn’t tear you up inside.

  If he came home and let her explain, surely he’d see she never meant to piss him off. She hit a rapid reply.

  Please come home. I miss my friend.

  I’ll come home when the urge to strangle you subsides or when you leave.