Edge Of Midnight (The Mccloud Series Book 4)

by Shannon McKenna

  Her eyes dropped to his erection. He yanked on it with a rough, careless hand, squeezing until his cock head protruded, smooth and tight and purple with desperate hopefulness. Weeping out the slit.

  Her face flushed, and an answering throb of blood surged through his own body. He grabbed her, and pushed her facedown against the antique four-poster, heaped with pink and white lace-trimmed pillows.

  “I could do this all night, Liv. I am not speaking figuratively,” he said. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. But tell me quick.”

  She shook her head, her hair making a soft shushing sound against the padded satin. “This is nuts,” she whispered. “I don’t know anything. I’m flying blind. I don’t know you.”

  “You will,” he promised her hoarsely. “You will.” He slid down to his knees behind the bed, tugging her hips out so she was bent at a ninety degree angle. He flipped up the silk of her robe, baring her ass.

  She squeaked in protest, flailing against his grip, but he held her fast. “No, no. Shhh,” he crooned. “Let me. I’ve already licked it, I’ve already sucked it, I’ve already fucked it. Can’t I just look at it?”

  She laughed, jerkily. “You won’t stop at just looking.”

  “Why should I? You don’t want me to.” He gripped her hips, so round, velvety hot, flower petal smooth, and smelling of hot woman.

  “God, you’re perfect,” he muttered thickly.

  “Oh, give me a break. My oversized butt is far from perfect.”

  He blinked, taken aback. She had to know how excellent her ass was. Surely she’d noticed the guys sprawled out on the ground who’d tripped over their own tongues when she walked by.

  “This is the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen,” he said. “Smooth white skin, and amazing curves, and those cute dimples.” He ran his finger down the tender slit. “And your pussy is world class.”

  “I guess you would know,” she said, acidly.

  He carefully ignored that comment, it being a train of thought that would take them nowhere good. Distraction, diversion. He teased two fingers between her labia, and thrust them slowly inside her.

  She moaned. So did he. So sexy, fever hot and slick and yielding, but snug, too. All puffy upholstery in there, super-deluxe satin slick cushions, creating tight friction. His cock throbbed with eagerness to take the plunge. Her cunt muscles clenched helplessly around him, and she clutched handfuls of the coverlet, burying her face in the cushions.

  “I do know you, Liv,” he said. “I know a lot about you. Secret things. Sexy things. Things you probably didn’t know yourself.”

  “Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” she said breathlessly. “Oh…oh.”

  “That’s the weird thing about sex,” Sean said reflectively, circling her clit with his thumb. “You learn things that are so intimate. Buried so deep, they don’t even have names. But hot sex like this lays it all naked. You want me to put names to all your nameless secrets?”

  “I’d put names to yours, too, you know,” she said, her voice jerky with excitement. “It cuts both ways.”

  The truth of her words blanked out his mind for a moment. He gathered his thoughts, and pushed on. “This scene, for instance. It turns you on that I sneaked in here and put it to you hard on the floor while your folks sip tea downstairs with their pinkies in the air.”

  She made a growling sound. “You’re pissing me off, Sean.”

  “Yeah, I know. Meanwhile, you’re coming around my hand.” He dragged his teeth across her back. “You love it when I talk dirty to you. We’ll find a hotel that rents by the hour. People pounding on the walls, shouting obscenities while we go at it so hard the building shakes. That would get you off, wouldn’t it? Slumming with bad-ass trash like me?”

  She elbowed him, hard enough to make him gasp. “Let go of me!”

  “No,” he said. “I’m a disobedient boy. This fancypants four-poster makes me want to spread-eagle you, tie you to the bedposts. Not tonight, though. You’re too noisy. You’d shout the roof down.”

  “That is not my thing.” Her voice quivered. “I’m not into bondage games. That stupid kink stuff strikes me as icky, so forget it, OK?”

  “Yes, that would explain why your pussy squeezed my fingers so hard when I mentioned it.” He licked her back. “Don’t bother lying to me while I’m fucking you, princess.”

  “I’m serious, Sean.” She twisted around, glared at him. “Don’t.”

  “Don’t worry. If it’s too much, I’ll soothe you with my tongue. I’ll just lick those juicy pink lips for hours, until you’re squirming and gasping. Exhausted from coming. I go crazy for your girl juice. I’m addicted to it. I’ll lap it up until you kick me away and make me stop.”

  He kept his hand inside her while he groped for his jeans, caressing all those sweet spots that made her shudder and forget to fight. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth. Rolled it on.

  “I want something from you,” he said.

  She stiffened, turning her head. “What?”

  He laughed at her suspicious tone. “Nothing severely kinky. You said you make yourself come squeezing your legs together. The idea really turns me on. I want you to do that for me. I want to feel it.”

  “Feel it?” She twisted around, gave him a puzzled frown. “How?”

  He answered by nudging the blunt head of his cock into her slick opening, pushing until it fetched up against her tight resistance.

  “Like this,” he whispered. “From the inside. Just squeeze.”

  “Oh. Ah…” Her voice trailed off, quivering, and her white-knuckled hands clutched thick handfuls of the coverlet. “My God.”

  “You’re so tight. You’ll have to spread your legs, to let me in. Then you can close them again. Squeeze as hard as you can. Let me feel it.”

  She hesitated, but slowly her thighs released. He almost blew his wad then and there, it was so exciting. This angle, this view, those peachy round ass cheeks, the agonizing, delicious shove into her gleaming pink pussy from behind. He took it easy, but soon she was shoving back against him, sucking in air with each sexy lunge. All he had to do was brace himself and hang onto his self-control until he was deep inside, hugged and squeezed with every beat of her heart.

  He shut her legs again, flanking hers with his own thighs.

  “Do it,” he whispered. “I’m going to relax and enjoy the ride.”

  It was torture, staying passive as a statue, clutched in that powerful female grip. So erotic, to sneak into her secret chamber and feel how she touched herself when she was alone, squeezing and releasing, those small, strong muscles pulsing around him. She jerked and quivered as she got closer, straining desperately. His cock could feel the quick tremolo of her fingers, working her clit. He was squeezed with every pulse of her strong thighs. His body shook with excitement.

  She almost dragged him along with her when she went over the top, gasping screams muffled against the crumpled coverlet. Her thighs were still closed, but he could slide and thrust more easily inside her now, oiled by another hot gush of magic, slippery-sweet girl come.

  He leaned over her, savoring every gasp, every shudder and shake of her body. Finally the orgasm subsided, and she lay panting and speechless, her face cherry red, her parted lips half hidden by hair.

  It had dried into big, wavy swirls. He lifted it off her face, and she made a wordless protest and hid her damp face against the coverlet.

  He cupped her chin, tugged it around. “Don’t hide from me.” It came out like one of those caveman commands that bugged her, but she was too limp to complain. He draped himself over her, shoving the robe up so he could lick the sweat off her graceful back. A TV chattered downstairs. White noise, to screen the sounds of sex. If they were lucky.

  She made a small movement, as if trying to get some more air into her lungs, and cleared her throat. “You still haven’t come.”

  “Nope. I could have, but I was hoping for one more go at you.”

  Her eyes flicked ba
ck to him. “God, Sean. You are insatiable.”

  “Are you going to have mercy on me?” he asked. “Or are you going to send me home with blue balls as a punishment for my insolence?”

  “Quit with the snide remarks. You’re tempting me to do just that. One more sarcastic crack, and I’ll…oh…my God…”

  He dragged his cock slowly out of her, then bent down and slid his tongue hungrily up and down the length of her hot, juicy slit. Yum.

  She gasped, stiffened. “What are you—God, Sean, stop that!”

  “Don’t punish me,” he pleaded. “Cruel princess. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t leave me hanging. Your divine majesty, I beg—”

  “Shut up!” She wiggled away.

  He grinned at her. Her eyes were glowing, and he could tell with his goof radar that she was trying not to laugh. Always a good sign.

  “So?” he asked softly.

  Her eyes slid away, cheeks red. “How do you want to do it?”

  “You decide. From behind, on your hands and knees. Up against the wall. Ride me like a wild bull at the rodeo. Anything. Lady’s choice.”

  “I’m too wobbly kneed to do anything acrobatic,” she said shyly.

  He offered her a hand. “So lie back on the bed,” he suggested.

  She let him tug her to her feet. “It’s not too boring?”

  He laughed at the worried tone in her voice. “I have never been so far from bored in my life,” he told her, with total sincerity.

  Liv sat down on the bed, looking uncertain.

  “Sit right at the edge,” he told her. “I want to stand up for this.”

  She nodded, scooting closer, and he pushed her down against the mountainous heap of pillows. She hesitated for a moment. He waited for her body’s invitation. She closed her eyes, biting that soft red lower lip.

  They both sighed as she gracefully opened her legs for him.

  It started slow. Silent and fraught with meaning, like a ceremony. She was so beautiful, curvy and starry-eyed. Glowing like a pink South Sea pearl against the lacy pillows. He pushed her knees wider, staring at her dark ringlets, the vibrant colors of her sexy secret flesh. “Open your pussy lips.” His voice was hoarse, his mouth dry with excitement.

  She put her hands to herself, and parted her labia. A helpless sound vibrated through his body as he pressed the tip of his cock to her slippery folds, nudging inside. “Are you sore?” he asked, though it would kill him if she changed her mind. “Do I have to go easy?”

  “Ah…yes and no,” she said.

  He froze. “Huh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means yes, I’m sore,” she hissed. “And no. Don’t go easy.”

  He took her at her word, sliding home with one deep, heavy lunge.

  Ah. Yes. She took every thick inch of him, which almost never happened, and it felt so good. His whole length hugged and caressed by that snug, super-deluxe sheath, licked and squeezed and loved.

  She grabbed his waist, yanked him deeper, and off he went again, like an animal in rut. No care for her pleasure, no calibrating the stroke to get at her hot spots. Just a wild, frenzied plunge and glide.

  He pounded into her. The bed rattled and shook. Her soft tits jiggled with each slamming thrust. His refined sexual technique was reduced to vapor and steam. He was a fucking raw nerve.

  A fist squeezed his throat, clamped his heart, but it was swelling, too big to be contained. Everything was bursting, flying apart. He saw Kev’s face as he floated back. Smiling, like something was funny.

  But it fucking never was.

  Liv’s arms were looped around his back. Soft hands petting him.

  The princess, soothing her lusty love slave after he serviced her. An approving pat pat pat on his sweaty, heaving shoulders. Excellent fucking. Good boy. Off you go, back to the stable. Ta ta. Be good.

  This could reduce him to a begging, pleading dick-for-brains who deserved no better than to get stomped to pulp beneath her feet.

  He forced his throat to stop shaking. Pulled out, turned away without looking at her. He could hear her rustling around as he fished the bag out of the trash and pried it open to dispose of his condom.

  “Sean? Are you, ah, OK?” Her voice was whispery soft.

  He shrugged. “I’m great,” he said thickly. “You’re a fabulous lay, princess.” He escaped into her bathroom, and splashed water into his hot, staring eyes until the inconvenient, embarrassing tears eased off.

  He braced himself before going out into her bedroom. Pulled on his jeans, careful not to look at her. Strapped on the knife, the gun. Put on his shoes, his shirt, without a word or a glance. She stood silently, swathed tightly in her robe. “Sean?” Her voice had gotten even smaller.

  He ignored her as he grabbed her cell phone off the dresser.

  “What are you doing with that?” she asked.

  “Programming my number into it,” he said. “If you get the whim, just text me with a time and place. I’ll be there. At the ready.”

  “Why are you being so cold?” she whispered.

  He glanced at her, frowning. “What, wasn’t the sex hot enough?”

  “That’s not what I…oh. I see. You’re doing that metamorphosis thing again. You’re being the cruel, horrible Sean now, right?”

  He shrugged. “Whichever Sean I am, my dick will always be hard for you. Look under B for boy toy in your address function.” He tossed it on the dresser, and flung open the door. To the right was the third floor stairs, the crawl space, the window, the tree. His covert entry route.

  The left led to the grand staircase down to the main hall. He turned left.

  Liv lunged out the door after him. “Hey! What are you doing?” she hissed. “Have you gone nuts?”

  “Why not? If they killed me now, I’d die happy. And slithering on your belly is undignified. Have a nice evening, beautiful.”

  As luck would have it, Amelia Endicott was at the foot of the stairs, whispering with that steaming turd, Blair Madden. Gack.

  Sean’s tongue adhered to the roof of his mouth. He abruptly reconsidered the wisdom of his impulse to walk out the front door.

  Slithering on his belly sounded real good right now.

  Liv’s mom turned at his deliberately clumping footsteps, and let out a shrill shriek. Her hand flew to cover her thin red mouth.

  Blair jumped and put himself in front of her, puffing out his chest like a toad. “How did you get in? What have you done with Liv?”

  “Nothing,” Liv said softly from behind him. “I’m fine.”

  So the princess had taken pity on him. He allowed himself one last look over his shoulder. She was still in her sheer, sexy robe, flushed and damp and gorgeous. Like a woman who’d just had fabulous sex.

  Sean did not like for Blair Madden to see her like that.

  “I was testing your security,” he said. “Needless to say, it’s inadequate.” He dug into his pocket, and pulled out a scrap of paper. “Here’s a list of the best security companies in the area. Private cell phone numbers included. You could call them right now. In my name.”

  “Thanks for the unsolicited advice.” Blair yanked the door open.

  Sean stared at the other man as he sauntered down the stairs. Madden inched backwards, a muscle twitching in his face.

  “The police are right outside, McCloud.”

  Sean turned at the gruff, loud voice. Bart Endicott stood in the door, his thick face red and mottled.

  It never ceased to baffle him. How that fanged bitch and that pompous blowhard had managed between them to produce the princess would forever remain one of the great unsolved mysteries of genetics.

  “Yes, I know,” he said. “I saw them when I came in. But I was just leaving. Good night, everyone.”

  “You might as well wait where you are. We’ll be pressing charges for breaking and entering.” Amelia Endicott’s voice dripped acid.

  “No, Mother.” Liv’s voice was soft, but resolute. “There was no breaking o
r entering. I invited him in. You can call off the police.”

  Everyone turned horrified eyes on Liv. Sean did not envy her in that moment. She wrapped her arms around her chest and stared back.

  Wow. He practically blushed. He didn’t deserve that kind of support, after his raving asshole routine. That woman was pure class.

  “That’s hardly appropriate for an engaged woman, dear,” Amelia said loudly. “I imagine you told Sean your happy news?”

  Sean looked at her. His chest cavity had just been flash frozen.

  She blinked. “But I—I’m not—”

  “Come on, honey,” Blair said. “We can’t keep it a secret forever.”

  “We were thinking early fall,” Amelia said. “Of course, this awful business might force us to reconsider the timing. Such a shame.”

  It took a minute for him to coordinate his vocal apparatus. “Uh, yeah.” He looked into Liv’s big, startled gray eyes. “I’m amazed you didn’t share something so important earlier in our, ah, conversation.”

  “But I’m not—”

  “Liv’s shy about it,” Amelia broke in. “But thank goodness we all have something to be happy about in these difficult days, hmm?”

  “Yeah,” he muttered. “Uh, great. Be happy, then. Watch your back, princess.”

  He was out the door. Walking blindly up the driveway towards the gate. He had to stop and explain himself to the cops that were parked outside, which was a challenge, since he couldn’t concentrate clearly enough to make any sense. All he could think about was Liv.

  Engaged. Jesus Christ.

  Madden finally came out the door, called the cops off, waved him on out. Just to get rid of his sorry ass. Smug toad.

  The big wrought-iron gate ground open for him. He took off down the road towards his truck, dazed. He’d done every last damn thing Davy had advance-scolded him for. Breaking and entering, planting spywear, ill-advised sex. The Endicotts could nail his ass to the wall, if they found the beacons. Wallet, suitcase, purse, he’d even slit open the soles of Liv’s sandals. The burrs were traceable to SafeGuard, so he’d compromised Seth and Davy as well. They didn’t have much staying power, lacking an external power source. He’d risked his freedom and his brother’s professional reputation for a chance of keeping track of Liv for the next day or so.