by Cali MacKay
“You know…I worked in a pizza place for a short while…between moves. I needed some extra cash until I could find a more permanent job, and the pizza joint close to where I was renting was hiring. So…next time you’re craving pizza, just let me know.” She gingerly bit into her slice, the sauce still too hot from the oven.
He and Hawke could manage the basics, but they weren’t going to be gourmet chefs anytime soon. “I suppose you’ve figured out by now that I’m better at painting than cooking.”
She let out a small laugh, her smile lingering on her lips as she took a sip of her beer. “It’s been fine. Though I’m happy to cook whenever you need me to. It’s the least I can do when you’re paying me such a crazy amount to model for you.”
When a blush crept across her cheeks, he had to wonder if she was thinking of Hawke going down on her—which of course meant that she thought it was actually him. “You’re blushing, Phoebe…and if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because you’re remembering the last time you sat for me. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Her rosy cheeks went straight to red, her gaze drifting to her pizza. “You know I did.”
“And do you want more?” Archer dragged his crust through the pool of hot sauce on his plate, and took a bite, waiting for her answer.
She finally met his eyes with a bit of feistiness he hadn’t seen before—and it was damn nice. “Is this really something we need to discuss? Or are you doing this just to see how much you can make me blush?”
“What I want is an answer, baby girl.” Fuck, his cock was hard at the mere thought of taking her, and yet it was his heart that was left feeling vulnerable.
“Well, maybe we’ll just have to wait and see how this all unfolds.”
Chapter 10
Phoebe
Phoebe knew she was playing a dangerous game. But there was something about Jackson that she found seductive—and it wasn’t just the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her, though she’d be damned if she could get that out of her head. It had been far too long since she’d been with anyone—and it’d been even longer since someone took care of her needs and put her first. Jackson had made her come. Yet he’d gone without, leaving his needs unmet.
That said, he’d made it clear that he wanted her, and it sent a thrill through her, even though she worried things might get complicated or screwed up if they got more intimate. This was her chance to get away from Kevin, and she didn’t know how sex might change and complicate things between them.
By the time they got back to the house, her anticipation of what might happen between them had turned her into a bundle of nerves. Because the truth was that she wanted him. It might be because it’d been ages since she was last with someone, or maybe it was because Jackson had saved her life, or because she’d never, in all her life, laid eyes on a man so incredibly hot and talented.
Yet in the end, none of that mattered, because deep down, it was all about the way he made her feel—and it was incredible. He made her feel safe, and wanted—and even loved, despite the fact that she’d only known him just over a week. He’d gone above and beyond, and it was more than anyone had ever done for her.
Jackson insisted on carrying her bags up to her room for her, though she half wondered if it was just an excuse to shorten the distance to her bed. It had her nerves vibrating with anticipation and uncertainty. The last man she’d been with was Kevin, and though things had started out well, he eventually showed her his true colors.
Once Jackson abandoned her bags in the corner of her room, he sat down on her bed and pulled her to him. “Come here, sweetness. You’re looking nervous, and that just won’t do.”
Running his hands down her back, he slipped an arm around her waist as his other hand hooked her thigh and pulled her toward him. With his direction, she straddled his lap, the position intimate as her weight and swollen clit pressed against his hard cock, her self-control slipping as her hips rocked against him.
He caught her mouth in a bullying kiss, swallowing her needy moans, as he grabbed her ass and slid her hips along his hard length, making it so she could think of little else but him getting her naked so he could make her come again. His barely controlled passion felt so different than how he’d been with her in the studio, and though she loved his sweet and attentive side, there was something about this unleashed passion that had her desperately wanting more.
After all she’d been through, the thought occurred to her that maybe she should be a little more cautious. And yet, in that moment when she so desperately wanted Jackson, caution was the last thing on her mind.
“Fucking hell, Phoebe…I want you so bad. But I also need you to know that you don’t need to do this. Your job is safe no matter what. I don’t want you out of obligation.” It meant a lot to her that he’d taken a moment, in the heat of everything, to make sure that she understood that she didn’t have to go through with it and her job was safe.
“Honestly…it’s been so long, Jackson, and…I’m just so tired of being scared. I need this. Probably a hell of a lot more than you do.” She nuzzled him and bit his lip before trailing kisses across his jawline to his ear and nipping at it, his stubble rough against her skin, reminding her of how it’d felt against her inner thighs and swollen clit.
“That’s where you’re mistaken—because I can honestly say that I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” With his mouth on hers, his hands slipped under her t-shirt, skimming up her sides, to tease her nipples through the lace of her bra, before flicking the clasp open, swallowing her needy moans with his hungry kisses.
He yanked her t-shirt up over her head, and rid her of her bra, before taking off his own shirt. With an arm around her waist, he shifted her back on the bed, and raised her arms up above her head, grasping both her wrists in one strong hand, so that her body lay there taut, each touch heightened. Unable to get free of his hold, she was completely at his mercy, and yet she trusted him—and she wanted this. Desperately.
With his warm body pressed against hers, her pulse raced as he nipped and kissed his way down her neck to the swell of her breasts, her back arching in response. He ran his tongue over the hard nub of flesh, flicking it before he sucked it into his mouth, so she couldn’t help her hips rocking against him in search of some relief, her clit throbbing and heavy.
Kneeling before her, he undid his belt and made quick work of binding her wrists to the headboard, even as instinct had her trying to pull away. But now bound to the bed and at his mercy, it was impossible to ignore how her heart raced and skittered with excitement.
She watched him strip off the rest of his clothing, leaving her well impressed. Not only was he gorgeous, but muscular, and…damn…his hard cock had her heart skipping a beat. Yet it was so much more about who he was. He was sweet, and protective, intelligent, commanding, and talented…more than she could have ever imagined.
“You’re safe, sweetheart.” Lazily, he trailed kisses over her body, taking his time as he teased her into a frenzy, each lazy kiss, each lazy touch, awakening something in her that she’d never known existed. “Do you trust me?”
“Yeah…I do.” She gripped the headboard despite already being bound to it, needing so much more from him.
“That’s my good girl.” His hands skimmed over the curves of her belly, catching the waist of her jeans and yanking them off, before grabbing his jeans out of the pile so he could dig out a condom.
He stroked himself while taking her in, his eyes roaming her naked body, his cock long and hard in his fist. “Do you like being tied up, Phoebe?”
“I wouldn’t have thought so, but…” She bit her bottom lip and nodded, knowing there was little point to lying about it when the evidence was close at hand. “I think I like it.”
Kneeling between her legs, Jackson ran his fingers along her slick slit and swollen clit with a grunt of need, his eyes darkening to something feral and primal. “You’re so ready for me…aren’t you?”
She couldn’t help but shift h
er hips toward him in response, so that his fingers dipped into her swollen sex, offering her a bit of the relief she so desperately needed. Yet he did little but tease her before pulling away to slip on the condom, even as she bit back her protests. “Please, Jackson…”
Grabbing his hard cock, he ran it from her clit down along her slit, teasing her before slipping it deep inside her and burying himself with a single thrust. “Fuck, Phoebe…you’re so tight. You okay?”
Her hands tightened around the headboard as she nodded, her hips grinding against him as her body stretched tight around his length and girth. “It’s just been so long. But…I want more, Jackson. Please don’t stop.”
“Sweetheart, I have no intention of stopping until you’ve screamed my name and we’re both spent.”
Chapter 11
Hawke
Hawke quietly took the steps up to Phoebe’s bedroom, and stood at the doorway where his brother had, no doubt, purposely left the door open a good six inches, so Hawke could watch if he wanted to. Yet he wanted to do so much more than just watch.
From where he stood, he had a perfect view of what was going on, while the darkness and shadows of the hallway masked his presence. With Phoebe tied to the bed, Archer grabbed her hips and plunged his cock deep inside her as she cried out in response. Fucking hell…she looked gorgeous, her dark red hair spilling over the pillow and her pale skin, her breath catching as Archer pulled his hard cock out of her slowly, until just the head remained buried inside her sweet cunt, and then thrust into her hard, before repeating it all over again.
In a way, it was like watching himself, and indeed, he could almost feel what his twin was doing, as if it were him sinking his cock into her slick heat, as if it were him fucking her. Archer hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her up to him, pounding into her as he lowered himself to her and catching her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Unable to resist, Hawke stroked his hard-on through his jeans as it strained against the fabric, his cock aching to sink into Phoebe and make her come, especially when he could hear her needy moans as her hips rose up to meet each thrust, like she was trying to hurry their pace along.
She cried out as her orgasm tore through her, and Hawke swore, the sight of her coming undone was something he’d have to paint, the beauty of it seared into his soul.
Hawke knew his brother had to be close to coming, and yet he was pulling out of Phoebe with a kiss.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart…” Archer dug around in the nightstand drawer, and returned with a scrap of silk fabric. “What about this? Is this something you want?”
“More than anything.” He kissed her once more and then secured the fabric around her eyes, blindfolding her as he then shifted his gaze to the door with a tilt of his head, letting Hawke know he could come in.
And so Hawke did just that, quietly stripping off his clothes, as his pulse raced and she claimed his heart.
***End of Part One. To find out what happens next, continue with Part Two, which is now available for purchase. For updates on new releases, please sign up for my newsletter. Wishing you all the best. — Cali MacKay ***
Have you read them all?
Book Series by Cali MacKay
The Billionaire’s Temptation Series
Seduction and Surrender
Submission and Surrender
Love and Surrender
Deception and Surrender
Ravage and Surrender
The Billionaire’s Seduction Series
Passion
Obsession
Scandal
Temptation
Forbidden – The Townsend Twins Series
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Also available as a Box Set
The Silver Moon Pack Series
Greyson
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
A Maine Island Romance Series
One Sweet Summer
For Love or Treasure
Sweet Danger
The Highland Heart Series
The Highlander’s Hope
A Highland Home
A Highland Heist
Also available as a boxset (The Highland Heart Collection)
The Pirate and the Feisty Maid Series
Part One, Two and Three only available as a boxset
Jack—A Grim Reaper Romance (prequel- For One Last Kiss)
