ILLEGALLY MINE

by Mia Carson

  She gasped at the intensity of his touch, but she wanted him just as badly. She’d had this moment planned in her mind—how she would make it the perfect night—but he needed her now and she was more than ready to give herself to him, body and soul. She’d be lying if she said he hadn’t stolen her heart the first night they met.

  He backed her against the door, his lips trailing along her jaw and down to her neck. Her fingers fumbled over the buttons of his shirt, desperate to see his broad chest beneath the fabric and run her lips over his skin. She shoved the tight fabric over his shoulders, struggling to free him of his shirt as he grabbed the hem of hers and lifted it over her head. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he buried his face between her breasts. The rough scratching of his stubble made her legs pull him in even closer as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Their hands were frantic on each other’s bodies, and he fumbled at her back for the bra hooks. She reached behind to help him and tore the scrap of fabric from her body for him.

  His eyes narrowed at her heavy breasts, and she sucked in a breath as his want for her seeped from his body. Carrying her as he turned, he moved to the couch and sat down so she straddled his lap. She caught his lips with hers, tasting the coffee and whiskey on his tongue before he drew back and his mouth slipped to the tender flesh of her breast. She gripped the nape of his neck and pressed him even closer until his lips closed around her nipple and sucked hard.

  Her eyes rolling back at the coiling of want deep in her belly, she came apart bit by bit in Sam’s hands. His tongue flicked the sensitive nub of pointed flesh, and she was helpless to do anything except moan from the sharp jolt of pleasure shooting straight to her belly. His mouth ravaged her breasts, his scruff leaving beard burns on her skin, but she loved his touch. He drove her crazy with want, and her hand snaked between their bodies, wanting to hold him in her palm, to feel his burning cock against her bare skin before she took him into her waiting body. She managed to get the button undone and the zipper halfway down before his hand caught hers, and in a move too fast for her to follow, he pinned her to the couch with her hands above her head.

  “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he whispered in her ear as she squirmed against him. “You said you dreamt of us. Tell me what you saw.”

  She licked her lips, and his eyes followed the movement with blatant desire. “I’m not sure I can.”

  “Yes, you can. Tell me,” he pleaded. He needed a distraction as much as he needed her in that moment.

  Harley thought about her dreams and, not believing what she was about to tell him, said, “I saw you over me like this as you dragged my jeans down my legs.”

  With one hand, he undid her jeans. He released her hands, but she kept them over her head as he pulled the tight denim down her legs, freeing them. “Then what happened?” he whispered, running his bearded face along her calf followed by his lips. “Harley.”

  “I’m thinking,” she whispered on a breath. “It’s hard to focus.”

  “Oh? Why is that?”

  She didn’t have to look to know he was smirking at her as his lips moved further up her legs. “Well, you…uh, you pressed your palm against me.”

  “Like this?” he asked as he palmed her just as he had in her dream, only this struck her right at her core.

  She pressed herself harder against his hand. He moved up her body, his teeth grazing her skin as he took her panties between them and lifted her ass. He removed them so she was completely naked before him on the couch. He didn’t say anything and Harley glanced up at him, worried. Then he grinned as he spread her legs wider, settling between her thighs, and as she had seen that man do at the club, he ran his fingers along the length of her. Harley’s legs fell open even wider and her back arched as he did it again, but this time he pinched her bundle of nerves, rolling it between his fingers. She grabbed the arm of the couch and watched him as he lowered his head, and suddenly, his tongue spread her swollen, soaking lips to penetrate her sheath.

  Her breathing ragged, she tried to form words, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a moan that seemed endless. He slithered one of his hands up her body and massaged her breast as his mouth plundered her depths. She thought, when they’d kissed earlier, that she had an inkling of what being with Sam would be like, but this…this was so much more she couldn’t even think straight. His fingers replaced his tongue as he stretched her, twisting within her body. The pleasure building in her belly was too much, and she squirmed, wanting to be closer and further away at the same time. He pinned her legs down and held her in place so she couldn’t get away, and the climax grew closer with each thrust of his fingers, driving her back into the couch. Harley’s last thought before ecstasy exploded within her was how happy she was they had waited and that she was damn glad she’d waited for Sam.

  Her cry was swallowed by his kiss as he climbed her body and pressed his thumb hard against her clit as she rode out the climax on his hand. He wrung every drop of pleasure from her, and when she sank back onto the cushions, his chuckle vibrated through their bodies. He smoothed back her hair from her face and stood, hoisting her into his arms. She was too limp to argue and dragged his mouth down to hers as he walked through his penthouse towards his bedroom. He set her on the bed, and she rose to her knees, their lips still connected, and worked at sliding off his jeans.

  She didn’t want to wait any longer. Her body screamed for him, and she only let her lips leave his when she had to bend down to shove his jeans over his well-toned ass and thighs. The second his throbbing cock came into view, her stomach clenched with anticipation. She gripped him in her palm, and he groaned and his eyes slid closed. She couldn’t wait to have him fill her. They climbed onto the bed together, and she lay beneath his burning-hot body. His knee spread her legs again gently, and she grabbed his shoulders as his eyes locked on hers.

  Sam moved his hips slowly, and his crown pressed against her dripping wet lips, seeking entrance. Her nails dug into his shoulders to urge him forward. His brow wrinkled as his hips moved slowly and he spread her. He had been big in her hand, and she wanted to feel him stretch her, to fill her until she didn’t think she could handle any more.

  “Harley,” he whispered as he stilled.

  “I’m good,” she promised. “Kiss me.”

  He lowered his mouth to her and kissed her, running his tongue along hers as he pulled out and thrust further within her. She gasped as he pulled out and thrust a final time, filling her completely. The sharp pinch of pain faded almost instantly, and she trembled beneath him. Her legs caught his waist, and she nipped at his lip as his hips moved, building a steady rhythm. Their bodies moved as one, sweat covering them in the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the window.

  Harley’s eyes widened at the dragging sensation of him against her body, rubbing all the right places. She was lost in the increasing pleasure and the quiet groans slipping through his lips. Each lingering touch of his hands on her body spurred her on more, so he moved faster. Harley sensed the climax coming but held out, wanting to let go the same time he did. His body stiffened and his lips broke away from hers as he spent himself within her, his cry of release mingling with hers as her muscles clenched around him, holding him deep inside her. The climax exploded within her, and Sam collapsed to the bed, rolling them over so he didn’t crush her.

  Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath he sucked in, and when he slipped free, she gasped as the last tendrils of the orgasm shot through her body. She stared deep into his eyes, and he grinned softly.

  “I’m so glad we waited,” she told him.

  He laughed, and when he hugged her to his chest, a sense of happiness settled over her she’d never experienced until Sam. “Same.” He lifted his head and kissed her forehead. “How did you know to come over?”

  “You sounded like you needed someone,” she said simply.

  “I’m glad you did.” His smile fell, and his head sank back into the pillow. “I t
hink I need a drink. You?”

  She sat up and noticed all the ways her body felt different. She wanted to say she felt free, but she wouldn’t be free until she got out of this shitty situation with Ricky. “Whiskey?”

  “Yeah. Whiskey would be good.” She slipped off the bed and took his hand to drag him to his feet. He held her face in his palms and kissed her sweetly. “Drinks, then I’ll tell you what’s so bad about today.”

  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

  “No, I do,” he assured her. “You’re actually one of the few people I want to tell everything.”

  “Sam?” she asked when he glanced away, a mix of anger, sadness, and fear flitting across his face. “Hey, whatever happened to you, I won’t hold it against you. Trust me. You’re in good company if you want to compare terrible pasts.”

  “It’s a good thing we both have the day off then,” he said as he held her hand as they walked out of his bedroom.

  “That long a story, huh?”

  “That, and if you keep walking around naked, I’m not going to be able to resist having you again…and again,” he said as he pressed her back into the wall and kissed her neck.

  Harley’s thighs clamped together as her toes curled. “I think I’m all right with that.”

  Chapter 7

  This day was always hard for Sam. He never went into work and usually drank himself into a stupor, but this year, he wasn’t alone. For the first time, he told another person about this horrible day. He sipped his whiskey as he lay in bed with Harley beside him. The sheet pooled around her waist and his gaze lingered on her naked skin, flushed from their recent bout of sex. Once he’d had a taste of her, he didn’t want to stop, but she told him as good as the sex was, talking about his issues would help him move on from whatever happened in his past.

  “This is the day my grandfather died,” he finally said quietly. “Twelve years ago today.”

  “He meant a lot to you,” she stated and rested her hand comfortingly on his arm.

  Sam nodded slowly. “He was the man I looked up to, the man who raised me, really. We were poor, growing up,” he explained. “My dad was a drunk and an abusive asshole. My mom…she was too weak to stand up to him for herself, but she kept me safe for most of my life.”

  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

  He shrugged. “Sometimes, you’re dealt a shitty hand. That was what my grandfather taught me. He also taught me how to work hard and get myself out of that horrible life. Mom passed when I was thirteen, an overdose on pain meds.” The words caught in his throat, and he coughed to clear out the grief he carried because of her death. “Grandpa took care of me the best he could because my dad couldn’t be bothered and kicked me out the second I turned sixteen. I lived with my grandpa for a year before he had a heart attack.”

  Sam shot back the rest of his whiskey and sucked in a breath as it burned down his throat. His dad was still alive, as far as he knew, but the man was nothing more than a rotten bastard who lived off his wife’s life insurance money. One day, the money would run out, and Sam expected him to show up on his doorstep, begging for help, and he would punch the man for everything he had done to Sam and his mom.

  Harley ran her fingers over his brow, smoothing the frown lines. “It’s okay to be upset, you know, but eventually, you have to learn to let the anger go. It’ll tear you up inside and eat you alive.”

  “Are you speaking from experience?” he asked as he caught her hand and kissed the center of her palm.

  “Yes, not that I should really talk. I haven’t learned to let it go, either. I’m still pissed at our parents.” She puffed out her cheeks as she blew out a heavy breath. “There are days I want to rant and rave at them for screwing up my life and my sister’s.”

  “What happened?”

  She laughed bitterly. “Mom was a drug addict, and one day, she just disappeared. Dad was devastated. He loved her, God only knows why. It killed him inside, and me and Bri were left to fend for ourselves.”

  Sam watched the light in her eyes fade as she glared at the ceiling, laying back on the bed. He had known the moment he saw her that this woman would understand better than anyone would what he had gone through as a kid. He had no idea she had it just as rough as he did, though.

  “I was lucky I was alone I guess,” he said and stretched out beside her.

  “Yeah. My sister…I tried to keep her on a good path, you know, but shit happened and she acted out. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to save her sorry ass.”

  “And sacrificed yourself along the way,” he mused. He reached for her hand, and they rested clasped together between their bodies. “If I asked you to move in with me, what would you say?” he asked without thinking.

  When she didn’t say anything, he turned his head to stare at her. A wide grin spread across her lips, and he let out an inward sigh of relief. “Are you sure? It’s been two weeks. And I uh, I’m not sure you want to be dating me right this minute anyway. Not even sure we should be doing this.”

  “You said yourself how right this feels, and I, for one, am tired of waiting around to do what I know is going to work out,” he stated as he sat up. “I want you to be with me in the morning when I wake up, Harley. I want you here when I go to sleep at night. I want you, period. Why shouldn’t we be dating right now?”

  She worried at her bottom lip, and a flicker of guilt appeared in her eyes before she sat up and kissed him fiercely. “Give me a few weeks, and I’ll move in with you,” she said as she maneuvered her legs so she straddled his lap.

  “Can I ask why?” He searched her face, sensing she was hiding something from him, but she pressed her wet cleft against his quickly growing erection and all worries vanished from his mind. He couldn’t expect her to tell him everything yet. “Never mind. I don’t care,” he grunted as she sank over him.

  They moaned together, and she rode him slow and hard as he massaged his fingers against her back and kissed the tender mounds of flesh. He licked her nipple, suckling it as she bit her lip and faltered in her movements.

  “That’s…too distracting,” she argued raggedly.

  “Would you like me to stop?” he asked, rubbing his cheek against her before his tongue flicked out and traced circles around the hardened nipple.

  “God, no,” she replied, and he kissed her chest hungrily, wanting to reach every part of her with his mouth that he could.

  He would never grow tired of Harley loving him. Every shift of their bodies was as if it was meant to be, and her cries were genuine, pure, raw emotion, unlike so many of the other women he’d dated in his life. She was real and what they had between them was real. So real, he sensed he could reach out and touch it. Before Marcus had dragged him to that damn club, he’d thought he was broken and would never find happiness, but there she was, secure in his arms and whispering his name as ecstasy built to a high crescendo between their bodies.

  She chased away the pain left behind by the sudden loss of his grandfather and exposed the anger his father still made him feel. For the first time in years, he sensed a light at the end of the tunnel and a chance to find what his parents never could have. A life he was happy with and a woman he loved to share it with. The word caught him off-guard, but when Harley cried out his name, he realized that was exactly what this was. The one emotion he shied away from, which kept him from wanting a relationship for so long, now had him filling this woman with a love so natural and raw he felt her come apart in his hands, just so he could be the one to put her back together. Holding her tight, he rolled them over, and as his tongue thrust into her mouth, his hips moved at an ever-quickening pace. He drove them both over the edge again and clung to her as he fell into the unknown right beside her.

  When he thought he could move again, he pulled her against his chest, spooning her as he had always dreamed of doing to the woman he would share his life with.

  “Sam?” she whispered sleepily. “I changed my mind.”

  “A
bout?” he asked quickly, worried she was suddenly going to leave him.

  She rolled over in his arms and snuggled closer. “Can I move in this weekend?”

  He laughed as he kissed her on the forehead and relaxed with her tucked in his arms. “You can move in tonight, if you want.”

  “That involves putting clothes on and leaving this bed,” she commented. “I’m not sure I want to do that just yet.”

  Sam wondered what he would do if Harley hadn’t come into his life. Today would not be ending on such a happy note. By this time, he was usually drunk and missing his grandfather so much it killed him inside. Now, he realized he could celebrate the old man who cared so much for him and finally move on with his life one day at a time.

  ***

  Warmth brushed over Sam’s face, and he yawned as he stretched out a hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty, but the sheet was still toasty from Harley’s body. He grabbed her pillow and drew it to his face, breathing in her sweet smell of oranges and ginger. Last night had been incredible. They’d talked about their lives, and she’d told him about her younger sister and her dreams of going back to school. He’d told her about his company and the numerous businesses he had his hands in around the city. For the past few years, he’d found his job boring, but talking to Harley about it awakened a long dormant excitement about all he could accomplish. He’d even forgotten about the fund he’d meant to start years ago to help families like his. He hoped to talk to her about it more and see if she would be willing to accept a job running it for him so she could quit her waitressing job and have time to go back to school like she wanted.

  Music blared from the kitchen, and he grinned wider when he heard her belting out the song. She had a damn good voice. He slipped into a pair of jeans and sauntered out of the bedroom, his muscles sore in a good way, reminding him of all the ways they had explored each other’s bodies.

  When he reached the end of the hall, he stifled a laugh and leaned his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms. She wore one of his black, button-up shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and shook her ass while she danced near the stove. She used the spatula in her hand as a microphone, and when she spun around, he applauded her. She dropped the spatula and her cheeks flushed.