Manwhore Heir (The Heirs Book 2)

by Brandy Munroe

  But Mackenzie wasn’t just any woman. She was the woman I intended to never let go.

  I was aware of my undying lust for her. My all consuming passion. Did never letting go mean I wanted her for my wife? It would be the natural progression of a relationship.

  This was no ordinary relationship. Physically, we had a connection that pushed me to the edge of insanity.

  Emotionally was where I was having difficulties reaching her.

  Sitting with her pressed into me, I couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began. We were fused as one. I could easily slip inside her, making our physical connection complete.

  This was not about my needs. I had all night to take her.

  Hell, I had a month in which to take her any way I desired.

  She let me guide her without resistance and I encouraged her to take charge of my own senses. Physically I had definitely met my match.

  Her breathing was deep and steady. If I didn't know better, I swore she had fallen asleep relaxed against me with the jets stimulating her.

  I glided my fingers slowly into her opening, careful not to startle her. My penetration was gentle, rhythmic to her breathing. Thrusting to the rise and fall of her breast, increasing as her breathing increased.

  I bent and captured her mouth and silenced her cries at the exact moment her walls began to ripple and tighten. I felt the wetness of her climax cream around my fingers.

  Her blue eyes widened as my tongue delved into her mouth with the same surge of my fingers as they fucked her while she writhed against me. Whatever dream state she had lulled herself into was disrupted the minute she came.

  The second I was secure that she was totally spent, I withdrew from her body and turned off the jets. I released her mouth and drew in a long breath and let it out slowly. Her eyes no longer had a glazed over look of unawareness.

  “Welcome back, baby, where did you go?”

  I feared I had taken her to a place too familiar to what she felt with Michael. She didn’t call out his name, she didn’t call out any name. She was silent except for a few short cries of pleasure when she climaxed.

  If she did go there, would she lie to me now she was back?

  Would I want her to?

  Chapter 24

  Mackenzie

  I had no idea how to explain my trance-like state. When he turned on the jets, my body released all the tension that had been building.

  A year's worth of grief exited my body. All I was aware of was him. His soft touch, his insistent use of the word baby, like we were in a porn movie. It should have offended me, instead it comforted me.

  It was his word for me, his way of bringing me back. When he called me baby, I knew exactly where I was and who I was with.

  I was amazed at how quietly surreal my orgasm had been. The stimulation of the jet pulsing through me had only enhanced the sensation.

  At that point he could have done anything he pleased with my body and I would not have objected. I would have insisted and begged for more.

  Were the goosebumps developing on my too hot flesh from his touch or the fact that the water in the tub had gone tepid?

  I held his gaze, “I didn’t go anywhere,” I responded, “I’m here with you, always.”

  My silence during this session must have concerned him. I had not called out his name. I had barely whimpered, and yet in my mind I had been screaming while he fucked my mouth with his tongue with the same vigor he fucked my insides with his fingers until I felt the most blissful release.

  Was sex with Richard always going to be a little more intense each time? I had no idea how much my body and mind could take. What would be my breaking point? Did I have one with him?

  This type of erotica was new and I craved it more than anything I had ever wanted before him.

  “The water’s growing cold,” he told me and I realized he released the drain. “And I want you hot,” he growled.

  He lifted himself effortlessly out of the tub and took me with him. I did not want to lose the connection. I did not want to release him from my grasp. I stood before him as he towelled me off, his naked wet body glistening.

  Once I was dry, I took the towel from his hands and began to trace the muscular lines of his torso, arms and legs.

  He lifted me and carried me to his bed, to our bed. The enormous king size bed that he had never shared before.

  He was opening it up, to me. He was opening himself up.

  I was not the only one who had shut others out. Richard may have had a lot of women before me, yet he never let anyone truly into his world, his mind, his heart.

  Before now.

  He pulled back the comforter and placed me in the middle of the bed. My skin had been scorched by his touch. The coolness of the sheets was comforting.

  He took his place in the bed and cradled me.

  I wanted him to take me. I had been patient and what he was doing seemed cruel. To have him naked beside me and all he did was hold me, caressing me. Bringing me back to full awareness of what was to come. I was ready for him.

  What was he waiting for?

  “Are you still with me, baby?” he breathed.

  “Yes,” I turned to face him.

  I had questions I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted the answers to, but was going to ask anyway.

  I met his stoic brown eyes, full of fire and passion.

  “Richard?”

  “Yes, baby,” he sweetly answered.

  “How many is too many?” I expected him to flinch, he had not.

  “I don’t know,” he held my gaze, his voice steady. “I told you I won’t apologize for my past and I meant it. I don’t say this to hurt you, but I don’t have any regrets. It was how I functioned, how I got things done.”

  “I suppose sending them all a thank you note for turning you into a fantastic lover is out of the question.” I leaned in and kissed his playful tempting mouth. “I want you to know I am not judging you,” I hesitated. “I was curious what tricks you might have in store for me next.”

  “I wish I could answer that, but I can’t. What I feel when I’m with you turns on my imagination. Some of those tricks were for you only, baby.”

  He rolled over on top of me, using his elbow to prop himself up.

  “I crave you, like a drug and I’m an addict.”

  “Me too,” I confessed.

  “Does it scare you?” I whispered softly.

  “It scares the hell out of me, baby.”

  His honestly startled me. Up to this point he had been completely confident in our connection, in our decision, never wavering.

  “I never want to hold anything back from you and I never want to lie to you. Can you give me the same, Mac? Can you give me everything, no more holding back?”

  “Yes,” I answered, pulling him down to me and taking his mouth so hard I tasted blood. This was another first, for both of us. Our insatiable appetite for each other held no boundaries.

  It was my turn to surprise him with a little trick of my own.

  After my first encounter with Richard, I wondered what other things I may have been sheltered with Michael. I did not blame him for wanting to be gentle with me. Our situation was different and should not be compared to my wanting with Richard.

  I’d received a copy of the Kama Sutra as a wedding gift and laughed it off as a joke. I decided to thumb through the ancient book and was amazed at the possibilities lying within. I was ready to explore those possibilities.

  I let him play with me, tracing his mouth and tongue over my body. I shivered at times when he found my ticklish spots. I knew he would remember those for future reference.

  Like he remembered another sensitive spot on my body, or better yet, in my body. I wanted him to go there and he was being coy, teasing.

  My days of working in a strip club and listening to my coworkers complain about the men in their lives gave me the knowledge that not all men enjoyed foreplay. They were mostly about the end game, the home run.

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nbsp; I should be grateful Richard was not like that. I was grateful, most of the time.

  He ran his hand down my back and settled at the base of my spine. I gasped and he laughed huskily. “That’s right, baby, I’m getting you ready, that’s all.” He knew that spot would have me wet within seconds. It wasn’t necessary, I was wet the minute he lay beside me and touched my skin.

  I remembered thinking about him on the way in the truck. I was wet then and again when he lifted me to carry me over the threshold. I would never know another dry minute again, I was sure of it.

  His hands slid down and I pulled my legs up, giving him complete access to do whatever he wanted. I was beyond ready for him.

  He slid his fingers between my folds, then brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean.

  “I know I shouldn’t be thinking of another woman right now, but I really have to give Haley credit for how sweet you taste.

  But enough of that, I need to be inside you, baby.”

  He entered me with one full thrust, hitting the walls of my womanhood. When he was sure I had stretched to accommodate his monstrous cock, he began to rock, spearing me, over and over.

  His strokes were matched by the assault of my hips on his balls as we climbed, higher and deeper. I was completely lost in him and I wanted more.

  His eyes rolled to the back of his head and I knew he was losing himself to me as well.

  I was newly acquainted with the position he had used to bring me to completion and I took advantage of his compromised state.

  I lifted my butt accordingly as he pummelled my insides, and then the world exploded in a sea of white light. I was not the only one who exploded. Hot liquid spurted. My inside walls rippled and tightened.

  I was clinging onto his cock so tight he could not leave me if he wanted. I was not ready for him to let go until I squeezed every last bit of his seed into me.

  The book had come of use after all.

  When I was sure he could give no more, I released him and watched his stoic brown eyes focus back to me.

  “What the hell was that?” he panted, barely able to get the words out.

  “I’ve been reading a book I found at the cabin, it’s called the Kama Sutra. Have you heard of it?”

  The corners of his mouth raised in that wicked grin that had me wet before I had even recovered.

  “Oh, I’ve heard of it,” he leaned into my ear as if he was afraid someone else would hear. “Maybe I could borrow it sometime.”

  “Maybe we could read it together. I packed it and brought it with me,” I giggled.

  “You were worried about my tricks. Maybe I should be worried about yours,” he teased as he positioned himself beside me on the bed. “I think I need a new bed. I think we need something smaller. It seems like such a waste, such a big bed and we take up so little room.”

  “What if the kids want to sleep with us,” I announced. “This is the perfect size if we have enough for a baseball team.”

  I waited for his response. He told me once children were not in his future but he would for me.

  “Mac, are you trying to tell me something?” His eyes were bearing down on me.

  “No, I’m not hinting at anything, I’m not pregnant. I was wondering if you still thought, someday, that could be a possibility for us?”

  Chapter 25

  Richard

  Did I want children? I told her would give her anything she wanted, including children.

  I had not been lying. If she wanted children, I would gladly fill her belly with my seed and enjoy watching her grow ripe with my child.

  I would also enjoy the process of achieving it.

  “Yes, baby, I will give you all the children you want.” I was pleased I could tell her that without reservation.

  “That’s not what I asked.

  I asked if you wanted children. Not if you would be willing to give me children. As much fun as that would be,” she added.

  “Let me make myself very clear,” I looked into her blue eyes; I wanted her to hear and be sure I meant every word about to come. “I want children with you, only you. If you want that too.”

  “Then I guess we’re keeping the bed,” she giggled.

  I loved the way she giggled. It did not come off as immature or fake as I had often heard from women. Everything about her was real and genuine. She was in this for me, not my money, not my name, and despite my reputation.

  We lay in the rumpled bed. I knew the decent thing to do would be to let her take a shower. I was not ready for her to be absent of my scent any more than I wanted to be absent of hers.

  I drew her close and once our breathing synchronized, we fell asleep linked together.

  Did my arousal wake her? Or had her stirring woke my arousal? It didn’t matter, my plan was to take her this morning before breakfast, anyway.

  “Good morning, baby.” I kissed her forehead and fondled her breasts. I was going to have get an alarm or I was going to be late for work every day.

  I had always relied on my internal alarm and never slept in. Today was no exception.

  What I wanted to do when I woke up was going to create an issue if I could not practice self control.

  “Are you going to be late for work?” She smiled but did not attempt to stop me.

  “Not this morning, I don’t have to show up until after lunch. I’m not so sure about the rest of the week, though.”

  I ran my hands through her soft golden hair that had fallen across her face.

  “Maybe you should set your alarm earlier,” she teased.

  My laugh was hearty and gruff. “Are you sure you are not a mind reader?” I asked. “I was thinking the exact same thing. I’ve never needed an alarm before.”

  “Do you need help programming your cell?” She teased.

  “No, I never bring my cell in here. I come to bed to sleep, not to work. I guess I’ll have to change that.

  “I won’t mind getting acquainted with the town a little while you’re at work. I can pick up one of those small alarm clocks while I’m out.”

  It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Like it was something she did for me all the time. Run into town and pick something up.

  “That sounds great.” I took a deep breath. “Do you think you might like to pick up a few thing to make the place more to your liking?”

  “Did I give you the impression I didn't like your house?” She sounded shocked.

  “I was thinking about what Haley’s note said. It could use a little color, for warmth.”

  “We don’t need any more heat in the bedroom,” she laughed. “Maybe some throw pillows for the living room. What color would you like?”

  “I was thinking you could buy them in your favorite color. When I get home, that will be one more thing I will know about you.”

  I didn’t play games, never appreciated their worth. This was different, she was different.

  I was going to enjoy learning all about her and teaching her all about me.

  “I would like you to come with me today, see where I work, meet my business partner. The guy responsible for helping me get your shoe to market this fast.”

  “You mean if we ever get out of this bed?” She pounced on top of me before I could protest. “It’s my turn on top,” she blushed. “Do you have any objections?”

  “None whatsoever, baby, you do whatever you want.”

  We discovered a few more tricks Mackenzie had learned from her book. I was anxious to get my hand on it and do a little reading myself.

  Mackenzie had the foresight to suggest that she shower first and locked me out.

  It had been a smart move. I knew if we entered the shower together, I would never make it to work today.

  My muscles were taking their toll of the physical exertion I had been displaying. Despite the fact that I was in great shape, I was beginning to feel the burn.

  A twinge of guilt hit me. How must Mackenzie be feeling? I hadn’t given her much time between sessions to r
ecuperate. Could I go one day, one night, without having her writhing underneath me?

  Without me being implanted into her so deep we were conjoined?

  How does one ask a woman if she had been fucked so completely that she was sore?

  I finished dressing and walked into the kitchen. She had never seen me dressed for work in my business suit, tie and impeccably shined shoes.

  She looked up and met my eyes. I noticed her face flush and thought I saw her shiver.

  I walked over and embraced her, leaning into her ear, I whispered, “Did you just…”

  I didn’t have to finish the sentence. Her only reply was a short moan.

  “You took my breath away.” She kissed me seductively. “I know people say that all the time, but you really took my breath away.”

  I sat at the breakfast bar and she handed me a cup of coffee, “Strong and black.” I smiled, of course she knew how I liked my coffee.

  She’d had several occasions in which to serve it to me that way.

  “I would have made you breakfast, but you don’t seem to have a lot in your fridge.” She handed me a plate with toast. “I will pick up a few things when I’m out today. I want to cook you dinner.”

  Again, she made it sound like we have been running this routine all our lives.

  I felt the tightness in chest dissipated. A tightening that had been present since the morning I woke up with her in the cabin.

  The possessiveness that had been plaguing me had disappeared and all that was left was a reassuring calm. A calm that she was finally living in my house. She would be shopping for groceries, cooking dinner.

  I no longer needed to feel possessive. She was mine.

  She followed me to work in her own truck. She wanted the freedom of being able to come and go as she pleased. I would have been happy to have her drive me to work and pick me up.

  She reminded me she had planned on cooking dinner and asked what time to expect me home.

  We entered the main office. I made no attempt to introduce Mackenzie to inquiring eyes.