“Hmmm,” he murmured, leaning in. Dinah held her breath as he skimmed his nose just under her jaw. He nipped at her earlobe lightly before placing a kiss just beneath. “Yes, what about us?” His voice was so soft she almost didn’t hear him over the pounding of her heart. Her hands slid up his arms and over his shoulders, gripping him there. He continued his path down the side of her throat, over her collarbone, and up the other side. “What are we doing Dinah?” he whispered.
“I don’t know,” she whispered back. “I just know that I want you.” His hands gripped her waist tighter at her words, pulling her forward so their bodies touched.
“How much?”
She knew what he meant. How much did she want him? The question and all the tiny kisses he was peppering over her neck made the answer easier to say than she thought it would be.
“A lot.”
He pulled back, straightening so he could look at her. His hands moved to hold either side of her head, his fingertips lacing through her hair. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his lips curving up into a smile. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
She snorted. “I doubt that. Is that the only reason you like me?”
His smile widened and he shook his head. “Nope. That’s only part of it.”
“Do enlighten me then.”
“I also like the fact that you might be, a little bit, kind of…bad ass.”
She laughed. “Just a little bit, huh?”
He removed one of his hands to pinch his forefinger and thumb together, with only a miniscule amount of distance between them. “A very little bit bad ass.”
“Well I only like you because you have tattoos.”
He threw his head back and laughed loudly. When he looked at her again his eyes burned with desire, making her mouth go dry.
“What about you?” His eyes roamed up and down her body. “Maybe I should check to see if you have any tattoos hidden somewhere.”
She did, actually. She had a small, blue orchid on her lower hip. Her sister’s favourite flower had been orchids so Dinah got it when she turned nineteen. She had the guy put it somewhere no one would see so she wouldn’t have to explain it. Ludwig wasn’t a fan of discussing her past or family.
“Your silence is very telling,” he all but growled. She couldn’t stop the stupid, wide grin that spread across her face. He made some strangled noise at the back of his throat a second before his lips crashed into hers for the second time that day. As soon as their lips met, it was like she could breathe again. Like everything was suddenly just right because they were together – connected.
She pulled him closer, running one hand up the back of his shaved head, loving the soft, fuzzy feeling of it. A moan escaped her when his tongue met hers and they all but devoured each other. His hands dropped to her thighs, gripping them urgently as he lifted her off the island. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him take her wherever he wanted.
They knocked into a stool, tripping over it as they made their way across the room. They didn’t separate to even see the damage. Dinah didn’t think she’d ever get enough of Pete McKay if this was what it felt like to have him. She wanted more. Suddenly she was dropping and then she bounced on his mattress as he followed her down, covering his body with hers.
“First,” he said, dropping a line of kisses along her neck and then down toward her chest. “I’m going to make sure you’re nice and tired.” He’d pulled down the edge of her top to find she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it. He growled appreciatively. “Woman, you just keep surprising me,” he murmured. Then his hot, wet mouth surrounded her nipple and pulled it roughly into his mouth. Dinah cried out, gripping the sheets.
“I don’t think that’s going to make me tired,” she breathed.
His mouth released her with a pop, and then he was grinning up at her. “Don’t worry, when I’m done, you’ll be plenty tired. Then we’re going to take a nap, because I haven’t slept much today.”
Neither had she, but she didn’t say anything as she watched him pull down the other side of her shirt and do the same thing to the other nipple. Dear God. She couldn’t even describe the feeling as his mouth caressed her and his hand played with the other. He let go again, rising to his knees.
“And then?” she asked, her voice husky and not at all like her normal one.
“And then when we wake up, I’m really going to make you tired.” What did that mean? His hand gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one quick movement. Then he all but tore her pants off so that she lay there, propped up on her elbows, with just her blue panties on. Her boots and gun made a loud clank as they hit the floor along with her tights.
“I’m really starting to like the colour blue,” he commented. Her answering smile quickly changed to a gasp of shock as he ripped off her underwear, throwing them to the side. “But those had to go.” His body covered hers again, forcing her to lie back as his mouth covered hers. She felt extremely vulnerable, considering he was still wearing jeans and she was naked, but as his hands travelled over her body, their rough texture against her smooth skin, she decided she didn’t care.
His fingers burned a light trail across her hip, setting wherever they touched on fire. She arched her back, asking for something, but she wasn’t sure what. They moved lower, his palm landing flat on the inside of her thigh, and then he was pushing her gently, urging her legs open more. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tight has his finger found her nub. He massaged it slowly, applying just enough pressure for her to squirm with pleasure, but not enough to make her climb.
“Please,” she begged against his mouth. She just needed it harder, and faster. She wanted to feel him bring her to that brink where everything just let go in a wave of euphoria. His finger slipped down between her lips to find her already wet with need. Then he entered and she threw her head back, crying out. His mouth sucked on her neck as his finger pumped inside her, his thumb rubbing circles over her.
“More, please,” she cried.
“Not yet,” he said against her skin. “First, I want to taste you.”
She almost came right then. Pete’s voice had become deeper, gravelly with desire. He moved down her body slowly, placing kisses between her breasts and along her stomach. When he reached the apex of her thighs she squirmed in anticipation. His hands spread her further before his tongue slid against her in a slow glaze. She bucked her hips against him, gasping. She knew this was something men did to women, but she had never had it done to her before. He did it again, this time adding a bit more pressure.
“Oh God!” she cried out. His mouth latched on to her bundle of nerves and sucked hard. Dinah tried to grasp onto something with her hands, anything to latch to as he worked her with his mouth. The low hum in the pit of her stomach grew stronger, spreading up her body and down to her toes. She was reaching for it, desperate to fall over the edge. “Please,” she whimpered.
“Just let go, Dinah. I’ve got you,” he said deeply before his mouth returned to her. His tongue pressed on that sensitive part of her in just the right way to bring her to climax. She screamed out with the force of it. As she rode out her orgasm he inserted two fingers inside her and she came again on the heels of her last one.
Pete lifted off her body, his face intense as their eyes met. “I was going to wait, but I don’t think I can,” he confessed. Even though she felt limp and boneless, Dinah pushed herself up and frantically worked at the button on his jeans at the same time he did. They both managed to get them down his thighs and then he reached over to his night table, pulling out a condom package.
Dinah lay back, opening herself to him, ready. She always wondered what her first time would be like, never thinking it would be like this. But it felt right with Pete. She wasn’t nervous at all, just anxious to have him inside her. She felt empty and knew he could ease away that feeling. He positioned himself at her entrance, holding himself up above her as he looked down.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. He
didn’t give her time to respond as he entered her in one fluid movement. She let out a squeak, freezing. Pete did the same. “Uh, Dinah? Was there something you wanted to tell me?”
“Not really,” she replied in a strained voice, fighting back the tears in her eyes. It burned, and she felt stretched beyond comfort.
“You’re a virgin,” he said in shocked voice.
“Wrong. I was a virgin,” she corrected.
“Jesus, Dinah. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t think it was important. Just give me a second and it will be fine.”
He dropped his head down, his face strained as he stayed motionless inside her. The burning was starting to ease. “You’re so tight,” he moaned. “It’s killing me not to move.” She wiggled her hips, urging him on. Pete pulled back slowly then forward again a couple of times before pleasure started to build again. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he began to move faster.
Another orgasm built slowly until she thought she might burst, and then she came, screaming his name just as he did the same. He collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her hair. His warm breath spread over her neck while he stayed like that. Dinah wrapped her arms around him and they just lay there for a few minutes. Pete pulled out slowly and she moaned. She was sore, but she didn’t regret it.
Pete got up and walked to the bathroom, disposing of the condom before crawling back in bed beside her, pulling the covers up over them as he did. Dinah turned on her side, letting him curl around her from the back, his arm wrapping around her waist, yanking her close.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said softly in her ear.
She shrugged. “There was never really a time where I thought to,” she replied honestly. “I spend most of my days in a mask around men who think I’m one too. It’s not like I’ve had very many opportunities.”
He was silent for a moment and then she felt him burrow into her hair again. “Is it weird that I’m happy I was your first?” he asked, his voice muffled.
A smile spread across her face. “No, it’s not weird.”
He chuckled. “First and last. I like it.”
Dinah stiffened, looking over her shoulder at him as he lifted his head to look back. “Last? Does that mean you won’t be sleeping with anyone else either?” she asked, clarifying. The idea made her extremely happy, but she kept a calm façade. She’d like to know that they were together, exclusively, but only if that’s what he wanted too. Everything was moving so quickly, she wasn’t sure how he viewed this thing between them.
“Dinah,” he sighed her name. “I’m pretty certain you’ve ruined every other woman for me.”
She couldn’t stop the smile that broke out over her face even if she wanted to. Turning back around, she cuddled in closer and said, “good.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms, completely exhausted, just like he promised.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Feather light kisses trailed across her bare shoulder, bringing her back to consciousness. Dinah blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness in the room. She had no idea how long they’d been asleep. It was definitely late. On the ceiling of his bedroom was a skylight she hadn’t noticed until now. Beyond it laid a sky of twinkling stars.
Strong hands wrapped around her, one reaching between her thighs and lifting her leg over his hips. Then he was entering her slowly from behind, his face pressed into her neck. She was sore, but as soon as he was sated inside her and rocking slowly, the soreness gave way to more pleasure. He nipped at her shoulder, placing hot, wet kisses up the side of her neck, his tongue tasting the skin beneath her ear. He stilled his movements inside her, reaching around with one hand to draw slow circles over her core. She squirmed, pushing back against him as he continued to torture her bundle of nerves. She needed him to move, desperately.
As if reading her thoughts, he started to pull out slowly, pushing back in languid strokes. She tried to urge him on faster but he seemed intent on driving her mad with his gentle rhythm. The finger on her pressed down harder, stroking her higher until she felt her climax building. Her inside walls tightened around him, eliciting a deep groan from him. She dug her nails into his forearm, crying out as her orgasm took hold. His rhythm picked up, hitting her just right when he was fully inside, dragging her climax out. He moaned her name after pumping into her twice before stilling. When they both came down from their climaxes he held her tightly against his body, slick with sweat.
“I think I could wake up like this all the time,” he murmured.
Dinah laughed softly. “I’m thinking I could too.” A loud bang at the front door had them both stilling. A voice called out and she instantly recognized it.
“Why did I give him a key,” Pete sighed, resting his forehead on her back. He kissed her neck one more time before getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of plaid pajama pants. Dinah sat up, keeping the covers wrapped around her. “You might as well get dressed. He won’t be leaving unless we’re with him.”
She looked around for her clothes, remembering how he tore her panties. “I don’t have underwear,” she pointed out.
He threw her a wolfish smile. “Then my night will be that much more interesting.” He winked, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. She could hear Seamus talking loudly. Great, she thought miserably. The infamous walk of shame, and she had to do it in front of his best friend, with no underwear. Awful.
When she walked out, Seamus stopped midsentence, his eyes widening comically. She offered him an awkward wave.
“You lucky bastard,” he breathed. “No wonder you’ve spent all day in bed.”
“I just hired her for maid service,” Pete said, popping a grape in his mouth as he smirked at her. “She was just making my bed.”
“Really?” Seamus replied dryly. “Then you won’t mind if I hire her to make my bed too?” he asked, sending Dinah a wink.
“Yeah, actually, I would mind.”
“You’re a bit touchy when it comes to your maid,” Seamus pouted.
“You have no idea,” Pete said.
“You’re lucky I don’t smack the both of you upside the head,” she said, walking over to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it with water. “And don’t ever talk about me like I’m not standing right there.”
“You must not be tipping her enough,” Seamus commented. “She seems a bit hostile.”
Pete chuckled. Dinah sent Seamus a death glare, but he just smiled in return. “So, what are we doing tonight?” he asked, changing subjects.
“Bull’s Eye?” Pete suggested.
“Great. Trent and Garrett were already heading over there. You two ready to go out?”
“I should probably shower,” Pete said.
Seamus looked at her then back to Pete. “I’m sure your shower needs cleaning too, but I think it would be best if she stayed here with me, or we’ll never get out of here.”
Dinah’s face flamed. Pete laughed loudly. “Fine, you can keep her here, but if you value your balls at all, you’ll stop teasing her. I can’t be responsible for anything that happens while I’m gone.” The door shut behind him. She turned to look at Seamus who was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.
“I hate you right now,” she muttered, taking a gulp of wine from earlier instead of water. Seamus laughed.
Dinah pulled her jacket tighter around her when they finally stepped outside of Pete’s place. The air was damp and cold. Not quite raining, but still wet. It was that kind of air that left you feeling cold and wet right down to your bones. She hated it. An arm draped around her shoulders, pulling her close. She looked up in surprise. Pete was talking to Seamus, oblivious to her reaction. Were they really a couple now? It was hard to wrap her head around that. Even though they sort of hinted at it inside, she hadn’t expected for it to bleed out into the public like this.
But the longer they walked this way, the more she started to really like it. She was Pete’s. That thought made her all warm and fuzzy inside
. It was because she was so absorbed in her own thoughts, not listening to the two boys’ conversation that she heard their intent before it happened. Her mind had been relaxed and therefore more sensitive to other, unguarded minds.
The person fired their gun at the same time Dinah threw all her bodyweight into Pete, crashing him into the ground. Her upper arm burned instantly where the bullet grazed her shoulder. She heard Seamus curse, but her mind was still too focused on the assailants. She pulled out her pistol, firing at the open window in the building just across the street from them. They were on the move now, running down the stairwell. She had to stay close if she was going to keep tracing their thoughts.
“Shit.” She ran toward the building, trying the boarded up door with no success. They were still descending the stairs, their thoughts frantic. Footsteps ran up behind her. “They’re coming down,” she told them. “We need to find a way into this building. There must be another entrance.”
“Around back,” Seamus said, running off to the side of it.
“I can’t hear them if I don’t stay close,” she told Pete under her breath.
Pete nodded, his face grim. “Can you tell where they’re headed?”
She searched. “They have a car stowed away behind a dumpster in the back. If they get in there we’ll lose them.”
“Shit. Come on.” They ran after Seamus, heading between the two buildings. The sounds of their feet slapping against the street, and their heavy breathing filled the air, echoing off the walls. All three skidded to a stop at the same time. A brick wall stood before them, blocking their path. Dinah closed her eyes, reaching out again. They were on the main floor, headed toward the back door.
“We need a vehicle,” she said, looking pointedly at Pete. She had one, she just couldn’t get it with Seamus there. Her bike would be able to keep up with these guys, no problem.
“The wagon,” Seamus shouted, holding up a finger excitedly.
“The station wagon couldn’t keep up with a four year old on a tricycle,” Pete argued. “There’s no way it will be able to keep up with another car.”
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