Obsession (Magnetic Desires Book 4)

by Misti Murphy

  “Eager?” He took my hands hostage, keeping me from pulling my clothes off in the middle of the yard.

  “I need…” But the words wouldn’t come so I nodded instead.

  Letting go of my wrists, he closed the distance, curling his fingers through my hair and jerking my head back to lick the column of my throat. “I like you desperate. You want me so much you’d let me fuck you right here.”

  My gaze darted wildly from side to side while he bit the bottom of my jaw. Another whimper bloomed in my throat as he nipped his way up my jaw to my ear. “Your call, Hurricane. You want to go inside say so now, otherwise I’m going to spin you around and spread that luscious pussy of yours right here.”

  “Do it,” tore from my throat as his other hand kneaded my ass, pushing me back against the truck.

  And then he’d turned me somehow, pushed me flush to the door. His fingers knotted in my hair, pulling my face back for his hungry kisses. He hiked up my skirt and wrenched my panties down. I bit his lip, sucked it into my mouth while he slammed his digits into me, stretching me out the way he had promised to. The ache inside me already too much, growing with each wet slide of his hand on my pussy. My wetness soaked my thighs, his fingers, everything, as he worked me hard. Sliding out of me, he loosened his grip on my hair, cupped the back of my head and pressed my face against the glass of the door. His other hand clamped on my hip, hauled me onto tiptoes so my ass was to his crotch, his erection straining against the clothing that was simply too much, pressed into my swollen needy flesh. He bent over me, slid his fingers over my clit while he ground his hips to mine, and I moaned as he tweaked the bundle of nerves between his fingers. Actually moaned. Gone were the whimpers that suggested I might enjoy what came next. This was a full-fledged moan, the kind that reverberated through my chest long after the sound left my lips. “Fuck me. I need you.”

  “I know what you need.” He growled against my shoulder, his fingers hooking into my pussy for a moment before he spanked my clit. I bounced in his hand, sparks shooting off in my core like fireworks. Why the hell had I let this go? Why the hell had I let him go? Because we were toxic. Because he was a liar, and a cheater, and so was I.

  I must have tensed, even slightly, because the warmth of him against my ass disappeared and he tugged my earlobe between his teeth, demanding my attention. “Whatever you’re about to do to fuck up this moment, don’t. You feel my fingers in your cunt?”

  A quick nod, a sharp intake of breath as he filled me with all five digits to his knuckles, almost painful in the way they stretched me out yet amped up the heat in my core. The other hand pulled my hips up higher, spreading my legs to open me up the way he wanted, before he slipped out and spanked my clit again. My calves clenched tight, toes tingling. I didn’t cum this way. Not at a man’s hands, hadn’t in years. “This isn’t enough. I need more. I need…”

  The wet pop and suck of him finger banging me, while his other hand slipped under my top and pushed my bra up to release my boobs to his fingers, filled my ears. He fumbled, found the bar, and tugged that bastard so hard I cried out, but I came. I shattered, pulled apart with great heaving breaths that I couldn’t control, his fingers coated in my juices, still thrusting inside me and keeping that sucker going until I lost control of motor skills and slumped against the truck, a pile of jelly. Only then did he pull away, hooking his thumbs in the sides of my panties and hiking them up. “You okay?”

  I nodded. What else was I supposed to do? How many weeks had it been since I last breathed? Oxygen filled my lungs, dragging in and out as he brushed my hair from my neck and nipped along my spine.

  “Come on, beautiful.” He pulled me along, half dragging me on wobbling legs into the house. I dug my heels into the ground, stopping short. He’d always had the moves, the ability to pull me apart like no one else could, but there was something new in the way he took me. Had he learned that in our time apart, or from the woman who had come between us? Was that why I hadn’t been enough to keep him?

  “You’re thinking again.” He growled, palming my ass and pulling me up against his hardness. “And I am going to carry through with my threat.”

  Never enough. The ache expanded from low in my belly, pushing my hips forward to feel what he offered. “That was new, different. You learned some new tricks.”

  Even to my own ears I sounded bitter. His eyes widened, his lips thinning into a slash before curving up in a feral grin. “No, you’ve just had a lot of lousy lays. Let me fix that for you.”

  That might also be true, okay was true. Certainly felt factual after what he’d done out by his truck. Rough hands encased my shoulders, his thumb pressing into the dip at the base of my throat, before he started tracing a circle there. Tingles bloomed under my skin as he pressed me into the wall and scraped his other palm down my arm. Everywhere he touched caught fire, singed through flesh and blood and bone. I nodded. “Please.”

  “Good,” he murmured, nuzzling my throat, the sandpaper scrape of his roughened jaw short-circuiting my brain. "All those thoughts, Mellie. By the time I’m through with you you’re not going to have a single one of them left in your head.”

  And just like that he promised me the world, and when his mouth crashed into mine I got drunk on his lips. The way they moved over mine, the firmness of his demands as his fingers worked the zip on my skirt. And his tongue, oh good Lord, could he make a girl believe he wanted to devour every last inch of her. He twisted the leather off my waist, pushed it down with his rough palms, scraping them along the flare of my hips before doing the same with my panties. My insides throbbed from his kisses, and the almost non-existent caress of his hands. “More. Stop teasing me, please.”

  “Do you think I’m teasing you, sexy legs?” He stripped out of his shirt, the undershirt yanked over his head seconds later. Then he cupped my ass, kneading my flesh as he dragged one leg up around his hip. “Do you think I won’t fuck you six ways to Sunday?”

  His blunt fingertips pressed into the crevice of my ass, spreading my cheeks as he half-carried, half dragged me across the room. “Do that. I want that.”

  “It’s been so long since you’ve been fucked properly. You know how I know?” He propped me up on the bench, his mouth grazing along my jaw until his lips found mine, and I pinched his lower one with my teeth, a thrill rocking through me when he growled. “All you can think about is how much you want to be filled up. How greedy you are to have a hard cock between your legs.”

  I whimpered again. Seriously, how could he make me do that when no one else had even gotten close? My back arched as his mouth surrounded one tight nub and his teeth clamped down hard, his tongue flicking over the silver bar. I cupped his head, pushing him tight against my chest and moaning as my clit pulsed, spurring my desperate need for more. “God, Mike.”

  He tugged at the bar with his teeth. His palms grasped my ass, dragging me against his erection. I drew my hands from his head to his shoulders, danced them down his chest, all hard sinew and sharp angles, to the place where our hips met, and dipped my fingers into his waistband. “Take these off.”

  When his mouth crashed into mine and his hand caught my wrist, pushing my fingers deeper into his pants, it was all I could do to stay grounded. My fingertips scraped across the tip of his cock, already slippery with pre-cum. My head swam, the warm, spicy smell of him filling my senses, and the ferocity with which he devoured me had my pulse beating hard. “I take these off, I’m going to sink into you so hard and fast, I’m not going to be able to give you what you want. I already told you it's been a long time since I’ve had sex. Now shut up and let me give you what you need, which frankly, is much more than my dick.”

  “You don’t know that.” I gasped hard as he sank between my legs, his tongue darting out to lick up my slit. Okay, maybe you do.

  He dragged my foot onto his shoulder, spreading me wide. Heat licked up my insides, his fingers digging into my ass while he sucked and nipped and probed me, drawing my hips into a rhythm. One
hand on the counter, the other cupping his head and pushing him where I wanted him, I lifted my pelvis hard into his mouth. His tongue speared my core, flicking over the center of the orgasm I was riding hard and fast. Each movement of his face against my pussy added to the intensity. The sound of him gorging on me while I came apart pushed me higher, and then he was standing between my legs, his hands shaking as he dragged his pants down and sheathed himself with a condom.

  His palm wrapped around the thick length of his cock had me licking my swollen lips. It was perfect, had always been perfect, and I should know, I’d seen more than my fair share. The ridge underneath, and the soft veined girth pulsed as he pushed into me, slowly stretching me. The hot sting of my core enveloping him, sending sensation skittering through every cell of my body. Groaning into my mouth, he dragged me onto his length until he was buried fully inside me. “Fuck, your pussy is made for me.”

  His words were a rush that spurred me on. He gripped my chin with tense fingers and scraped my bottom lip with his teeth. His jaw clenched while he tortured us both with slow thrusts, each drawn out slide both building and easing the need inside me. I raced my hands down his back to grip his hips and urge him deeper, while his own wrapped around my thighs, giving more leverage. Slamming into me, he gritted his teeth. “It’s been too fucking long, sexy legs.”

  “Fuck me,” I squealed. Oh good Lord, did I just bloody squeal? Who does that? The sounds seemed to bounce off the walls of the kitchen as my thoughts trailed off, immersed in his grip and the slippery sweat of our flesh smacking together. Grunts burst from him as he pushed further into my body, the shaking darkness of my orgasm loitering around the edges of my vision. His tongue blazed up the column of my throat as he pulled almost completely out. When he rammed into me again my world collapsed into itself, consuming me with sensation. He didn’t stop. He didn’t heed my whimpering sobs as he tore me apart over and over again. And then he shuddered, jerked inside me, while my climax smashed through me like waves over a rock. It wasn’t until I melted into him that he wrapped his arms around me and simply held the lost cause I’d become.

  Slowly I became aware of the chill on my damp skin, the goose bumps that formed on my back. The heat of his skin in contact with mine warmed me, but not enough. I fumbled to get my hands between us, to push him away even while I yearned to hold onto him and drag out the moment.

  His gaze fell on mine, and he gripped me tighter before letting me go. A slight flutter along the bottom of his jaw drew my attention. “Food. You should eat. I’ll cook you something.”

  “I don’t think so.” I glanced about, unfocused. Unsure of what I was supposed to do now. “Can you pass me my clothes?”

  He bent to retrieve them and handed them over before cleaning himself up and doing up his pants. “You really should eat before we go again.”

  My mouth flew open. “Go again?”

  His lip curled in a smirk, though his eyes belied his self-satisfaction as he trailed a knuckle up my jaw. “Were you thinking we were done for the night? Are you getting soft on me?”

  I should go. Doing this with him was asking for trouble. For so long, I’d told myself it was any dick I needed, but that wasn’t true. Once was enough for me to remember what it had been like with him, but we couldn’t fix what we’d broken. My heart dipped at the thought of leaving, and the challenge lingering in his eyes. He did things to me that made me feel… like the past wasn’t set in stone. That we could be what we once were. And it wasn’t purely physical, though that certainly was a huge part of what I craved. After so long of waiting to feel used up the way only he could do to me, could I let it end with only one time? But staying would be pretending that nothing had fallen apart. That there weren’t reasons for the distance I meticulously kept. That tomorrow wouldn’t be worse if I pretended nothing fell apart. Oh but I wanted to, just for one night. I set my jaw and dipped my fingers into the waist of his jeans, pulling him closer.

  Our faces inches apart, I smiled at him. “I’m going to ride you into the ground.”

  He chuckled, a deep reverberating sound. The ripple of his tight abs echoed through my hands. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. “Sexy legs, I do believe you fucking would. Now I’m going to cook and we’re going to eat. Then my body is at your disposal.”

  Chapter Five

  Mike

  Bounding up the stairs, I checked my grin at the door. Usually I’d be the first one in the office, but today I was over an hour late. It was surreal walking into the normally quiet space and hearing the clack of keys and voices. I automatically flicked the switch to turn on the light and plunged the hallway into darkness. “Damn it.”

  Flicking it on again, I headed into the office. Chelsea’s blonde head bobbed as she slammed buttons on the keyboard. “Morning, Chelsea.”

  One day someone would have to break her of the habit of attempting to murder the keyboard, but it wasn’t going to be today. Not when a simple greeting had her glancing around with a scowl.

  In the break room I grabbed a mug, considered pouring a second cup of coffee, and opted for a bottle of water instead. Ingrained habits, no matter how long you worked to change them, were still hard to break. Bottle in hand, I headed toward the office, only to plough into Mellie as she turned the corner with an arm full of files. She juggled them, trying to keep the pile from leaping out of her arms, and I slapped a palm down on the top of the stack. “Good morning.”

  “Morning.” That blue-eyed gaze of hers darted from my face to the floor, and then slowly traversed my body, her pupils widening before she focused on eye fucking the coffee machine behind me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m…” She shuffled around me. “Fine.”

  She should have been damn well better than fine. After last night, I had muscles aching in places I’d forgotten I had them, and the lingering tightness only served to heighten the enjoyment of what had transpired. I landed a hand on her shoulder, massaging the knots along the base of her spine with my thumb. Tension rolled off her in waves but she shivered under my touch. Turning her back to face me, I touched a digit to her temple, and she winced. “You’re thinking again, Hurricane. What’s going on in there?”

  “It doesn’t matter.” She pulled away, glaring.

  Was I going to get that reaction from everyone this morning? “Yeah, it matters, especially if whatever it is has to do with last night.”

  The lines in her forehead deepened. “Last night was a mistake, a slip up.”

  “Right.” I scraped my hand down her arm and took the files from her, balancing my water bottle on top. “Get some coffee and meet me in my office.”

  “If this is about your threat, you can forget it.”

  The idea of taking her up against the wall, or over my office desk had my fingers tightening around the files. If I hadn’t had something in my arms, she sure as hell would have been in them. Instead, I caught her with my free hand and pulled her into the break room. “Coffee, now.”

  Leaning against the wall, I waited for her to doctor herself a cup. Milk and a shit-ton of sweetener. I could make her coffee blindfolded, but watching her go through the motions, stirring the liquid, then sucking the spoon before she rinsed it under the tap reminded me of all the mornings we’d spent together. Happy. Before… Screw before, we could work this out.

  As soon as we got to my office, I hooked the door with my foot, closing it behind us, and dumped the files on my desk. “I wanted to talk to you about whatever system you’re putting in place to get this shit,” I tapped the pile, “organized.”

  “Oh.”

  Cupping the side of her throat, I could feel her tense and swallow while I brushed my thumb along the line of her jaw. “You thought I was going to continue last night?”

  “No.” Her tongue slid across her lip, and my cock twitched. Damn hair trigger I had going on, when she gave signals like that.

  “You did, and I plan to, but not at work, okay?” I moved behind the
desk, putting a safe amount of space between us to avoid picking her up and devouring her the way I was imagining. Settling into my chair, I surveyed the mass of papers across my desk. It hadn’t been this bad back before…the lack of organization, the outward sign of the calamity that had taken over my life, my mind, served to remind me how mired the decisions I’d made had left me. I glowered at the mess.

  “Last night shouldn’t have happened.” Her voice reached out to me through the distance my mind conjured.

  “You didn’t seem to think so at the time.”

  “That’s the point. I wasn’t thinking.”

  Was that a squeak? My gaze flicked to where she stood. I settled back, resting my chin on my knuckles so I didn’t grab her and begin repeating last night just to prove her wrong. “And now you are? So tell me why you think it was a mistake?”

  “You. Me. Friends. Can’t ruin that. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone.” She backed up against the door, her hands running over her hips and down the sides of her skirt, her movements measured. Mellie didn’t wilt. Never had. The space she put between us was calculated to keep her from giving in.

  I had no such qualms. Getting up, I ate up the distance between us. “Tell me you’re protecting something other than our friendship, because that’s not enough to convince me to leave you alone.”

  Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, but she didn’t drop her gaze from mine. Pop rocks fizzled and spat in my gut. I was through with letting her keep herself at arm’s length. It had been three long fucking years of her screwing up again and again because she couldn’t move on any more than I could. After last night I was damn well certain I’d hurt her far more by cutting her lose than anything else I could have done. We weren’t meant to be friends. Never had been. She belonged with me, and I couldn’t pretend it was enough for either of us. The only thing that could make me step back now was if she told me she was protecting herself. And even then, I’d work my way around it. Change tactics and convince her she didn’t have to protect herself from me. Whatever it took, I’d figure out how to prove it to her. “Who wouldn’t it be fair to?”