“Yeah, I’m ready, babe,” I answered with all of the confidence I tried hard to feel. I stepped off the stool, tugged down my tiny skirt with one hand, and turned to Tayia. “Follow us out.” She nodded and gulped nervously. When my gaze shifted back to Mack his face had already transformed from his usual cocksure expression to something much more lascivious as he grabbed my hand and led me to the front door. Once outside, I slipped my hand from his and indicated that I needed to speak to my friend. He jerked his head in a nod once, then walked to his car.
“Tayia, can you give us some alone time then I’ll call you when it’s okay to come to the room?” I whispered to her in a rush.
“Wait, why are you going back to our hotel room?” she whispered back hurriedly. We had booked a hotel room on the mainland with the spa and hotel stay voucher Tayia’s older brother, Blake, had given her for her birthday few days ago. We immediately put the gift to use since one of the only disadvantages to living on the island was that it could only be accessed by private boat or the ferry, which didn’t operate past midnight.
“Well for one, Mack doesn’t live around here. Two, I’m not going back to some random place with him. Are you crazy?”
“This whole thing is crazy, Jonna!” Tayia squeaked as she tried to contain her hysterics. “You don’t even know Mack King. You’ve only been with two guys in your entire life. I’m telling you right now—” She nodded in Mack’s direction. “—that man is trouble. More trouble than Dylan and Travis combined. I just hope you’re prepared.” I nibbled on my bottom lip and stared at the ground. I knew she was right. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I did know that there was no way in hell I was going to back down. Tayia also knew me well enough to reach this conclusion at the same time.
“Fine.” She let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes. “I think I saw something about the hotel having a movie night in one of the ballrooms, so I guess I’ll hang out there for a while, but you owe me.” She pointed her manicured finger in my face.
“Are you sure?” I asked while trying to hold back a squeal of excitement.
“Are you?” Tayia countered and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. When I glared back at her she continued, “Yeah, go.” She nodded into the direction of Mack’s car.
“Okay,” I whispered in relief. “How do I look?” Nervously, I ran my fingers through my thick hair and tried to tame the curls a bit.
“Hot. You always look hot.” Tayia smiled. “You’re the only person I know who doesn’t hesitate to go after what she wants. I wish I was more like you.”
“Tayia. Stop it. You can have the same things if you weren’t so scared to go after them.” She only shrugged and looked away. Sometimes I didn’t understand her. Tayia Jones was slender and gorgeous with waist-length chestnut brown hair and emerald-green eyes. She had always been fashionable, perfectly primped, and absolutely stunning to look at, but she’d never had a boyfriend, and not because boys never tried. It was because Tayia always turned them down. I had no idea what or who she was waiting for, and it frustrated the hell out of me that she never wanted to talk about it. I loved her no matter what secrets she was keeping from me.
“Okay, I’m going to go. I’ll call you.”
“Alright, be careful,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away. I watched her get into her car and drive off before heading to Mack’s Ford Shelby. When I was inside he flashed me a grin that turned my insides to jelly. Was this really going to happen?
“Where are we headed, beautiful?” he asked with a wink. Oh yes, this was definitely going to happen. I gave him the name of the hotel and we were off.
Chapter Two
As soon as we reached the hotel room, Mack took the key card from my hand and pushed it through the slot. When the door beeped he turned the handle and pulled me inside. The door closed with a heavy thud as he pushed me against the wall with his body.
“God, you are so fuckin’ sexy. You know that?” he murmured against my ear, then he ran his tongue lightly along the side of my neck. I let my head fall to the side as he pulled one of my legs up to rest against his hip. His fingers caressed the soft skin of my upper thigh, and I shivered as wetness soaked my panties. “And you smell so good.” He nipped at my neck as he inhaled me. “Where did you come from?”
I knew his question was rhetorical, so I resisted the urge to let him know just how often I’d been around him. But I decided it didn’t matter anymore because we were here now. I waited impatiently as his lips slowly moved their way up the column of my neck, along the curve of my jaw until they hovered over my lips. I wanted to close the distance, but for some reason felt incredibly shy. The confidence I’d felt in the beginning was completely gone, and doubt was creeping its way in. I felt like I should be saying something sexy or provocative, but I was drawing a blank.
“Mack,” I croaked, but before I could fully finish what I wanted to say, he spun me around, pressing my front against the wall. Then he lifted my arms above my head and grasped both wrists with one of his large hands and used his other to unzip the back of my dress. Goose bumps spread over my body as he slowly pulled the zipper down, exposing my skin inch by inch. After pushing my hair over one shoulder, he lightly brushed his lips over the exposed flesh just above my bra. Then there was a tug at the clasp, and a second later the sides fell away leaving my back completely bare.
Mack released my arms to push the dress and bra down my shoulders and over my hips until they dropped to the floor. As he kissed my neck he reached around to massage my breast. He thumbed each nipple as his lips moved to my shoulder and down the center of my back. I put my hands against the wall as I willed my legs not to give out. He secured my back to his front, and I could feel his hard erection straining through his jeans. I let my backside grind against the bulge, and he hissed in my ear before biting down on my neck causing me to moan. He shoved a leg between my thighs to spread them wider as one of his hands skimmed down my rib cage, over the flat of my stomach and into my panties.
“Are you wet, Jonna?” His tone was husky, and I nodded. “How wet? Show me.” His fingers found my slick folds and slid into my warm wetness. “Ah, there we go.” His tongue traveled along the column of my neck as he rubbed slow circles over my clit. I rested my head against his shoulder as I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.
“No, don’t do that. Don’t hold back. Let me hear it.” Then he pinched my swollen button between his thumb and forefinger with enough pressure that I cried out.
“Oh. Oh God.”
“You like that?” he asked, his breathing slightly labored as he continued to work me with his fingers, pumping them in and out, then paying special attention to my clit. My hips were moving against his hand all by themselves. I was helpless to stop my body’s reaction to what he was doing. It felt so good, and I couldn’t think about anything except the way he was making me feel. The pressure built so high . . . until it shattered me, and tiny sparks exploded behind my eyes. When my vision came back to focus, I looked down to see Mack on his knees behind me, pulling down my panties and spreading my legs. Before I could fully comprehend his intentions, his tongue was already caressing my now hypersensitive pussy.
“Mack!” I gasped and tried to move away, but he kept me firmly in place as he alternated between licking and sucking. It was too soon, and I knew there was no way I could come again, but God, what he was doing felt so good that I stopped resisting. Resting my flushed cheek against the cool wall, I panted and moaned. Soon I was grinding myself against his face while he held my parted thighs securely as he pulled me close, his own moans mixed with mine. I looked down to see that he was stroking himself. The hotness of the moment was overwhelming and intense, then the impossible happened, I came. But this time, harder than I did the first time, and I cried out hoarsely.
When he released me to stand, my knees buckled, so he lifted me into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom. I watched as he quickly pulled his shirt over
his head exposing his ripped chest and abdomen. There was some sort of design tattooed on one side of his chest that traveled down his rib cage. The only thing I could clearly identify within the intricate artwork was a crown. My eyes left his chest and focused on his hands as he pushed down his already unbuttoned jeans and boxer briefs. His large rock-hard erection sprang free. He grabbed it firmly in one hand while he ripped open a condom and sheathed himself with the other.
“Now, part those pretty thighs for me, Jonna,” he commanded in a rough voice, and my legs fell open on their own. His eyes grew dark as he scanned every inch of my body. I licked my bottom lip and raised my arms over my head as I waited to see what he would do next. He crawled up the bed until he was hovering over me. “Damn,” he groaned. “Look at you, lying there with your hair spread across the pillow and lickin’ your lips like that. God, I hope you ready for me because I’m not gonna be gentle.”
“Good. Just how I like it,” I replied huskily. Mack growled and wasted no time driving in to me. He was large, much larger than I was used to. Slowly he worked himself into me inch by delicious inch. Pushing in and then pulling out, then pushing in a little more before pulling out. The stretching was a bit uncomfortable until he reached down and started rubbing my clit with his thumb, and soon all the discomfort was forgotten. By the time he was fully seated inside of me I was ready to come, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to set me off again.
“Fuck, Jonna. You’re so tight.” He pulled my legs up higher until they were around his waist as he picked up his speed. I bit down on my lip as I stared into his eyes. They were dark and cloudy with need as they traveled down my body to where we were joined. When his gaze lifted to my face, he reached up and pulled my lip from between my teeth with his thumb and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues glided together with so much intensity that it was hard to tell who was kissing whom.
I looped my arms around his neck and rocked my hips forward meeting each of his hard thrusts. I was faintly aware of the headboard pounding against the wall. I didn’t care. I needed to feel him, all of him, and as deep as possible inside of me. What we were doing felt primal, our bodies moving in sync as we moaned into each other’s mouths. I’d never experienced anything like it. Every nerve ending in my body was aware of him and the pleasure he was giving me.
“Mack, oh God.” I pulled my mouth from his and threw my head back as my orgasm hit me hard and my inner muscles gripped his cock.
“Ahh, yes. That’s it. Fuuuck.” He groaned as he shuttered and then stiffened above me. We stayed that way, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I brushed my damp curls away from my face and let my legs fall away from his waist. He rocked his hips back and forth a few times before finally pulling out and rolling away. I looked over at him and watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the flush that covered his face and neck. He looked so relaxed and dreamy. I wanted him to look over and tell me that that was the best sex he’d ever had, because I knew it was the best for me. Better than all of my best experiences up until that moment, combined. When he did look over at me, a wicked grin spread across his face telling me he wasn’t done with me yet, and then he drew me close and covered my mouth with his. All of my earlier worries and insecurities were forgotten.
That night I learned something new about Mack. Not only was he the king of street racing, he was also a sex god.
Chapter Three
The night of the race . . .
Drew had just won the race against Knight and managed to maintain his position as number two on the list. I wasn’t surprised because I knew Drew was a badass racer. Although he never bragged about it, he had serious skill on the road. Harley was wrapped in his arms and they were talking in low tones to each other. We all continued to celebrate around them but after a while I’d had enough of their disgusting public displays of affection, so I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat.
“So what happens now?” I asked, effectively interrupting their little moment.
“I have to call out number one,” Drew said reluctantly and let out a long sigh.
“Who’s number one?” Harley asked, but she seemed to be the only one here who didn’t already know the answer to that question. As soon as Mack’s name entered my mind, he appeared.
“Who do you think?” I heard him say, and my heart seized in my chest. It had been less than twenty-four hours since I’d been underneath him, and on top of him. I shook my head slightly to force away memories, but I could still feel the delicious soreness between my legs.
Back at the hotel I’d woken up to find Tayia sleeping with a pillow over her head on the pull-out couch in the living room, since Mack and I had taken up the bedroom. When he left that morning, he kissed me on the lips and simply said good-bye. He didn’t get my phone number or ask if he could see me again. I laid there for a while trying to come to terms with the fact that I’d just be another notch on his bedpost. I mean what other outcome had I been expecting?
I woke Tayia and we packed our things and checked out. I must have looked for a good twenty minutes for the pale pink satin panties I was wearing last night, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. Mortified at the thought of the cleaning crew discovering them, I prayed that I would find them later hidden in my stuff.
“I can’t wait to dust your ass, Fox, so make sure your shit is ready.” He jerked a nod over to the Viper. “They don’t call me Carolina King for nothin’.”
“Alright. When are you trying to do this?” Drew asked and straightened his shoulders.
“Tonight, man. I’m ready to do this shit tonight for five grand. You down with that?”
“Yeah, five grand. I’m in.” My brother didn’t even hesitate to respond. Drew was very good with his money. He did the books for the restaurant and real estate properties. He also saved most of what he earned from racing. He wasn’t a flashy guy. He lived in a small house and wore a Catch T-shirt and jeans most days. The only thing he splurged on were his cars, the new Challenger he just purchased and the Viper he used to race. I was worried that five grand was a lot to lose, even for him. My eyes shifted angrily to my other brother, Woody, the cause of all this. He rarely had two nickels to rub together and Drew was constantly bailing him out. The anger continued to rise to my cheeks at the thought of five thousand dollars of my brother’s money going up in smoke in an attempt to save Woody’s ass. While I knew Drew was fast, I also knew that Mack was faster. There had to be another solution.
As the crowd began to disperse, with our group moving one direction and Mack in the other, I was left standing alone staring at his back while he walked away.
“Jonna?” Tayia called out and my head snapped in her direction and then back just as Mack stopped dead. When he turned around, his eyes immediately locked on mine. I had no idea what to do so I threw a hand up and waved like an idiot. His mouth drew into a tight line, and he narrowed his gaze.
“Come here, Jonna,” he said in a low gravelly voice and crooked a finger at me. I looked to where my brother’s crew was gathered; no one seemed to notice that I wasn’t there except for Tayia who was giving me a warning look. I shooed her away with my hand and quickly made my way over to Mack.
“Hey,” I said, slightly out of breath when I reached him. He firmly grabbed my elbow and gently guided me until we’d stepped behind a large trailer.
“What the hell are you doing with Fox’s crew?” he demanded.
“Well, um, he’s my, uh, brother.”
“Your brother?” Mack shouted and stepped back. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I fell silent and wound my fingers together nervously. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, advancing forward and stopping a few inches from my face. The familiar scent of his cologne immediately hit my nose and hardened my nipples.
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
“I thought you said you knew who I was, ’cause if you did, you would know why that matters.”
“Would it have made a difference? If I’d told yo
u who I was, then you’re saying last night would have never happened?”
Mack stared back at me for a second as if contemplating his answer before he spoke. “Yes, it would have made a difference, and no, last night wouldn’t have happened.” I was unprepared for the wave of hurt and rejection that hit me at that moment. Here I was, only minutes ago fantasizing about the best night of my life when he could have just easily turned me away like I was nothing.
“Well, I’m so sorry to inconvenience you then. My mistake.” My voice was barely a whisper as I turned to leave and Mack grabbed my hand.
“Jonna, stop.”
“Let go of me, Mack,” I demanded as I jerked my arm away.
“Wait, I didn’t mean it that way.” He tightened his grip on my hand, refusing to let it go. “It’s just that you being Fox’s sister only makes things more complicated. I’ve got enough trouble in my life.”
“I get it, no need to explain. We can’t undo what’s already been done. I won’t say anything if you won’t.”
“Babe, I couldn’t care less about who knows, especially Fox. I don’t have anything to hide.”
“Well, not that it matters anyway, right? You didn’t bother sticking around long enough to exchange information with me, so it wasn’t like we’d planned on doing it again.”
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