Hard Drive - Erin McCarthy

by Erin McCarthy

  “I’m fabulous,” she said in a throaty voice that sounded nothing like the Kindra Hill he knew who rolled her eyes behind her coffee mug in staff meetings.

  Of course he’d never been sprawled out on top of her before, with her face smashed down into the mattress. Maybe her voice sounded like that because she couldn’t breathe.

  He started to pull back.

  “No, don’t.” She turned her head, laying her cheek on the bed, a smile dancing across her face. “Just stay like this for a minute if you can.”

  He could stay like that all night if she wanted. “I’m too heavy,” he said gruffly. “I’m crushing you.”

  “No, the mattress sinks. You feel good on me. Hard. I can still feel you throbbing inside me.”

  He could too and he never wanted to leave her sweet wet body.

  Despite her reassuring words, he shifted a little so he wasn’t lying flat against her. Still entwined with her, he stroked her soft hair.

  “You’re very beautiful,” he murmured.

  Her cheeks went pink. “You don’t have to say that.”

  “It’s true. You must know it too, or you wouldn’t try so hard to hide it.”

  “It’s easier that way, you know,” she said, her finger playing with the fold of the comforter. “Then no one notices you.”

  Too bad it hadn’t worked. “I noticed you. I’ve been noticing you since the day I walked into that office and saw you.”

  She scoffed. “Yeah, right. You had to catch me making inappropriate use of my company computer before you noticed me.”

  “No. Catching you sending dirty emails only showed me proof of what I had already guessed. That you’re one sassy, sexy lady underneath the boring clothes.”

  She didn’t look convinced, though her eyes were wistful. “I don’t believe you.”

  “You don’t believe that I noticed or you don’t believe that you’re sassy and sexy?”

  “Either. You have your pick of women in the office.” She gave him a side glance. “And I’m not fishing for compliments. I’m just stating fats. I keep to myself on purpose.”

  “Would you believe me if I told you that I know you always drink your coffee out of a mug that has wildflowers on it, and that you listen to classical music in your office? That every Friday you go out to lunch with Ashley and that you do at least half of Bill’s work every week because he’s a lazy shit.” His voice softened. “That you roll your eyes at every asinine speech Mr. Parker makes and that when Judy’s son died, you brought her dinner for a week.”

  And maybe he knew Kindra better than even he had suspected.

  “Oh,” was all she said, her expression a little stunned.

  She didn’t say anything else and he didn’t need her to. He wanted his words to sink in, and they lay silently for another minute.

  “I know everyone thinks I am just the guy who likes to hear himself talk, but I am not oblivious to the people around me. Especially when those people are you.”

  “Interesting,” she said. “I’m starting to feel like you conned me.”

  He was starting to think he had conned himself. This wasn’t about sex. This was about him being intrigued by Kindra. Even more so now. “Why is that?”

  “Because you promised me a big cock, not compliments.”

  Damn. “Fuck, Kindra.” He stroked inside her, already feeling his cock cooperate and start to swell. “This cock? You want this cock while I tell you I think you’re beautiful?”

  Her eyes widened. “Yes, I think that would be okay. She was already starting to moan softly under her breath and raise her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

  “How about I tell you that I’ve fantasized about what is under those very prim blouses you wear?” Mack palmed her breast, enjoying the full feel of that juicy tit in his hand.

  The corner of her mouth turned up. “I would say you’re not utilizing your time at work well either.”

  Mack stopped moving inside her to tease her a little. “Are you going to report me?”

  “Excuse me, sir, I would like to inform you that Mack Stone is mentally undressing me.” She rolled her eyes. “Not going to happen. Now please start doing that thing you do again.”

  With pleasure. “What thing?” He thrust hard into her, dragging a groan from her. “This thing?”

  “Yes, that thing.”

  The feel of Kindra was amazing. She was so hot and tight and wet and was staring up at him with those wide eyes, darkened with desire. “I can give you this thing- my cock that you get so hard- all fucking night.”

  “Yes, please.”

  Damn, it was that fake compliance she had going on both at work and now clearly in bed that drove him crazy. She was agreeable, yet fiery underneath. It fascinated him.

  She displayed it now as she exploded without reserve beneath him. Her nails dug into his flesh. Her ankles wrapped around him and dug into the back of his calves. “Yes, harder,” she demanded.

  So he gave it to her harder.

  Then the look and the feel of her pushed him over the edge himself and he joined her. He came with a ferocity that left him breathless and staring down at her wondering what the actual fuck was happening.

  “I don’t know what to say,” he murmured.

  “Me either.”

  When his stomach let out a loud growl into the quiet room, they both laughed. He was grateful for the interruption. That had gotten… intense.

  “Sorry, but you know, I rushed dinner. My stomach’s reminding me.” He reluctantly eased himself out of her.

  He ran his fingers down the seductive curve of her hip, then with a satisfied sigh pulled the condom off. “Where should I put this?”

  Kindra pulled herself to a sitting position, and started unbuckling the sandals from her feet. “In the bathroom right across the hall. Why don’t I reheat our dinners while you do that?”

  “Uh… because we left the boxes in my car.” When he had been too preoccupied with getting her into the house and naked to worry about bacteria growth. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat beef that’s been sitting out for two hours.”

  “What a waste.” She stretched her arms up over her head, kicking the sandals off the bed to the floor.

  Her breasts rose and he admired the smooth satin skin of her perfect body. “Oh, it was worth it,” he told her truthfully.

  Even as his stomach disagreed and growled again, rumbling long and loud.

  She giggled. “I can fix you a ham sandwich.”

  Damn, that was cute. She’d offered to make him a sandwich. Mack knew it was only lunch meat, but hey, food was important.

  “You don’t have to do that. Just show me where everything is and I’ll fix it.”

  With a smile, she put her hand on his knee and brushed with her fingertips. “Don’t be silly. I don’t mind doing it.”

  A fabulous idea came to him. “Would you mind making the sandwich naked?”

  Kindra standing there, bending over to retrieve the ham from the fridge, spreading mustard… now if only she would put the high heel shoes back on, they would really be onto something.

  “Yes, I would mind!” she said, snatching her hand back.

  Well, hell, it had been worth a try.

  And as if to prove her point, she stood up and pulled her skirt off the floor and wiggled into it. Mack watched her bare skin disappear with regret, but then consoled himself with the fact that after eating, he could peel it all back off again.

  Five minutes later he met her in the kitchen, having taken care of business and thrown his boxer briefs on. He absolutely refused to put a single stitch of clothing on beyond that.

  Kindra’s house was small, but it was comfortable and clean. She had decorated with big soft beige furniture and the kitchen was a warm yellow. It wasn’t frilly and fussy like some women preferred. Yet it was so much more personable than his white-wall apartment.

  Kindra was putting his sandwich on the table. The sight of her barefoot, in her wrinkled tank
top and no bra, her hair loose and mussed, floored him. She looked gorgeous, her lips swollen and her eyes languid and satisfied. A small smile played around her lips.

  The room was warm and smelled like bread and Mack knew this was where he wanted to be. He wanted to date Kindra, get to know her better. In bed and out.

  She smiled at Mack as he came into the kitchen. He was scratching his chest absently and he looked like he’d taken a baseball between the eyes. It made her a little nervous.

  But she reasoned he was probably starving, having essentially skipped his dinner.

  Mack went right past the table and to her back door. He pulled up the blind and peered out into the darkness. “Do you have a yard at all?”

  It should have been a weird question, but Kindra felt too damn good to care about the why. After the orgasms he had given her, he could ask anything that came to mind, including her phone passcode and who she’d voted for in the last election, and she wouldn’t care. She flipped the light switch that flooded the back yard with a spotlight.

  “It’s not real big, but it’s enough for me. It’s surrounded by a wooden fence and I’m working on planting some perennials around the patio.”

  He peered out and nodded in approval. “Perfect for a dog.”

  She laughed. “You’re the one who wants a poodle named Bitsy, not me.”

  “I never said that, you said that.” Mack abandoned his post at the door and sat down at the table. He patted the seat next to him.

  As she sat down, she said, “Yeah, well, I’d like a dog, but not right now. Not by myself. Taking care of a house alone is enough.”

  Mack didn’t say anything, just gave her an odd look, his head tilted and a strange half-smile teasing about his lips.

  Why was he looking at her like that?

  Then she flushed.

  Ohmigod, did he think she was hinting? That she wanted a relationship?

  She’d rather eat maggots than have him think she was going to now try and latch on to him like a dryer sheet to Velcro. Even though the idea held certain appeal, she had sworn to herself that she would go into the date knowing it was only one night.

  Mack was the guy you enjoyed briefly then you set him free.

  He was here to prove a point that real sex was better than talking about sex. And possibly that he could add her, the office curiosity, to his list of conquests.

  They could handle showing up at work on Monday with things the way they were right now. But if he started thinking that she was going to cling, or if she actually lost her mind and did start to cling, they were going to have a car wreck on their hands. Total disaster.

  As he bit his sandwich, she realized that this conversation crap needed to not happen. He was being too nice.

  Why couldn’t he be like most guys and just take what he wanted and roll over and go to sleep? Why did he have to say sweet things that showed she wasn’t just a bedpost notch to him?

  Telling her he knew she drank out of a wildflower mug, calling her beautiful. Geez, didn’t he know that a woman hears things like that and starts wondering?

  “Aren’t you eating anything?” he asked, his mouth full.

  “No, I’m not hungry.” She was sick, actually.

  She had gone and fallen for Mack.

  Or rather, she’d fallen for Mack a year ago when he had first walked in the door at work, but she had known then that he was a hit it and quit it guy and that wasn’t her style.

  She had thought creative online avoidance was her style but now she was no longer sure. She wanted… more.

  That had to stop. She ground her thoughts to a halt right there.

  This was it. One night. Nothing more.

  And it was all she was going to have. So she might as well kill the conversation and get back to why he was here in the first place.

  Sex.

  Plain and simple.

  Just the thought of which had her skirt firing up like a gas grill.

  “That was great,” Mack said, as he dusted the last crumbs off his mouth. “Thanks, I feel better.”

  “Good.” She stood up, the rustle of her skirt on her legs reminding her that her panties were still crumpled up on the floor in the office. Which was just as well. She had no intention of putting any underwear back on until Mack left.

  “Come here, Mack, I want to show you something.”

  His contented look gave way to interest.

  “Is this like, here, look at the pictures of my trip to London, or like, here, look at my naked body?”

  Not having much experience tossing off sultry looks, Kindra wasn’t sure if she was doing it right, but she gave it her best effort. Running her fingers through her hair, she said, “I’ve never been to London.”

  “Damn, Kindra.” He stood up so fast, he knocked his chair over with a crash. “You are so sexy.”

  She’d take it. She’d take him. He was right. Real was much more satisfying, even if it had the potential to get messy.

  Plus the fact that he was close to panting was downright gratifying. And the way his hands were groping her ass as he followed her down the hall was enough to embolden her.

  She could do this. She wanted this.

  When she stopped in the doorway of her office, Mack bumped up against her. His hard-on pressed into her and she rubbed herself back against him.

  A nice low guttural moan rang from him.

  Hands were up her skirt.

  Whoa, too fast.

  Swatting him away, she stepped into the room. “Just a minute.”

  “Why?” Mack reached for her again.

  Feeling a little heady with power and desire, Kindra said, “Sit in the chair.”

  His eyebrows raised. “Why?” he repeated.

  “Just do it.” She pointed at the chair, heart thumping as she waited to see if he would obey her command.

  Mack held his hands up in mock surrender and sauntered over to the chair. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

  He dropped into the chair and spread his legs in a masculine slouch. He flung his arm over the back and tried to look nonchalant, but the bulge in his boxers gave him away.

  Kindra smiled. Whatever her complicated feelings for Mack were, he certainly made her feel sexy. All woman. Confident in herself.

  Avoiding the chair in case he might think to grab her or touch her, Kindra went to her computer and opened the camera.

  They were going to use it. Right now.

  Turning it towards the center of the room, the carpet and Mack in the chair popped up on her screen. Adjusting it she made sure that Mack’s complete body was in view.

  She was going to record herself having sex with Mack and when she was alone after tonight she could watch it. She would ache for Mack and this night together and she would get herself off to it.

  No more Russ.

  From now on she’d have Mack. If not in person, then on video.

  Mack looked frozen in the chair, his eyes wide, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched. “Kindra?”

  “Yes?” Two more steps and she would be on the screen with him.

  “Did you just turn that camera on?”

  “Yes.” She stepped up to him and pushed her hands into the pockets of her skirt, tugging it down so her navel was exposed. “You don’t mind, do you?”

  His hand twitched on the back of the chair, his cock strained against his boxer briefs. “Can I watch it with you later?”

  She went wet, hot and fast, and the fabric of her skirt rubbed against her moistness as desire raced through her. “Yes.”

  “Then I don’t mind.”

  Mouth dry, Kindra stepped in front of the computer and turned so both their profiles would be recorded. She licked her lips nervously and her breath hitched.

  Mack seemed to sense her sudden apprehension. He said, “Take your shirt off.”

  “Okay.” Lifting her arms, she arched her back and pulled the tank top off, letting it tumble out of her hand as she tossed her hair out of her eyes.

  “Touch
your nipples.” He was leaning back again, lips parted, eyes dark and cloudy. His voice was soft and coaxing.

  Kindra became painfully aware this was supposed to be her show. She had intended to strip for Mack, then give him a lap dance of sorts in the chair. Not do what he wanted, not touch herself.

  “Go on,” he urged. “I can see how hard and hot they are. They’re just begging to be touched.”

  They were hard and hot. Her nipples were aching, erect and budding. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t do this.

  Sensing Mack had moved closer, her eyes flew open. He had rolled the chair until he was right in front of her. Desperate, wanting his hands on her, aching with need and feeling too inhibited to touch herself, she rocked forward.

  Mack put his hands on her inner thighs. Her skirt went up. His head bent. Fingers parted her. She gripped his shoulders.

  Hot breath teased her clit, but he didn’t touch her. The need was painful.

  “Mack, please.”

  “I’ll take care of this if you touch your tits,” he murmured, giving her damp curls a little sharp tug.

  When put that way… Kindra reached up and cupped her breasts, gasping with pleasure as Mack’s tongue found her and stroked lightly.

  She threw her head back, and gave a soft moan. He was teasing, tasting with a maddeningly light touch that had her squeezing and rubbing her nipples in desperation. He pulled back completely and gazed up at her.

  Her hands didn’t stop.

  “Oh, yeah, like that. That’s good, baby.” Then he bent back over and plunged his tongue deep inside her.

  Kindra came with a cry, and the only thing that kept her standing was Mack’s hands on her legs, holding her still. Her hands dropped and she drew in a shaky breath.

  “Mack…” As the tight passion settled down to satisfaction, Kindra felt her eyes pricking. She bit her lip. God, what the heck was wrong with her?

  It just felt so real. Mack had been right, of course. It was better to play with a friend than by yourself. That was all fine and good but she didn’t want to admit that it might have a lot to do with Mack himself. She had intriguing feelings for him. Which she was not going to speak out loud.