In Love (The Knights of Mayhem Book 5)

by Brook Greene

  “Yes, they did,” I tell her with a self-satisfied smile. You bet your ass we got that fucker. Now he’s being ass raped in prison, I think to myself.

  She chews on her fingernail, and I can see in her eyes the wheels turning with the million or so questions that are floating through her head.

  Finally, after a few minutes, she asks, “What kind of people?”

  “The worst kind, Tessa. We nearly lost her to that life, but she came back to Roman.” I hold out my hand for her, and she repositions herself back between my legs.

  She wiggles her body against mine and I groan. “You keep doing that, woman…”

  “And what?” She turns again, but this time, she holds her body over mine.

  “You’re gonna have a hard cock on your hands.”

  Her eyes darken with lust as she licks her lips. She runs her hand up the crotch of my shorts, then back down. “This hard cock?” She asks me as she pulls her bottom lip through her teeth. Her eyes are hooded with the same lust burning me from the inside out.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Tessa,” I warn her as she straddles me. I do nothing to stop her as she nestles her body on mine.

  “Who says I want to stop?” she coos as she glides her jean clad pussy across my cock.

  I grab her hips, digging my fingers into the soft flesh. “Tessa,” I growl in warning, but she continues to rock her hips back and forth on my cock. In one quick movement, I turn us, slamming her to her back, laying the whole weight of my body on her. “Stop,” I whisper, my body burning with need and my cock aching to take her. I take her wrists in my hand, pinning them over her head. My back misses her touch, but I have to get this situation under control before we cross a line we can’t come back from. I lower my forehead to hers. “What is it about you?” I whisper again, bringing my head back to see her eyes searching my face for the same answers I seek from her.

  She shakes her head. “I don’t know.” She lifts her head and gently touches her lips to mine. “But I want to find out tonight, and any night you’ll have me.” My inner manwhore is screaming at me to let him out so we can make her scream my name and fuck her unlike any man has ever done before.

  I want nothing more than to take this woman, own her, possess her and make her mine. I settle between the warm heat of her thighs, gritting my teeth at the pressure of nestling my cock against her core brings. I nuzzle her nose with mine before I lower my lips to hers.

  I lick her lips, tasting her cherry lip gloss. I lean to the side and kiss up the right side of her neck, then do the same with the left side. She moans, pushing her hips up into mine, rubbing her pussy against me. “Matthew.” I drag my thick length against her, eliciting another throbbing moan from her. “Stop teasing me and just fuck me already.”

  I stand, picking her up with me. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She weighs practically nothing as I carry her to the steps, stopping at the bottom. She notices my hesitation and takes my face in her hands. “Matthew, we’re two very horny, consenting adults. I’m a big girl. Don’t treat me like a china doll.”

  The fuse lights and everything I’ve been suppressing goes off in me like a fireworks factory on fire. I kneel and lay her back against the steps, holding my weight off of her. She reaches for the hem of my tee, dragging it up and over my head. She lets her eyes and hands drift down my torso until she reaches my shorts. She bites her damn lip again and I lean in, running my tongue over it. I duck my head and kiss up her neck. “Like this, Tessa? Tell me what and how you like it.” I say as I press my lips to her hot skin.

  “That,” she says breathlessly. “All that.” I dig my fingers into her curves, pushing her tank top up as I go. Finding her bra, I pull the cups down, freeing her breasts that I take between my lips, biting one of her hard nipples. She arches her back into me. “Oh God.”

  “Is your pussy wet for me?” I ask as my lips drift back and forth from one of her beautiful breasts to the other, running my tongue over each budded nipple as I look up at her. Her skin smells of honey and tastes like heaven.

  “Yes.” She dips her hands, unfastening the button of her shorts and pushes them down, along with her panties. I raise myself up as I watch her strip herself for me.

  “Dripping,” I say in her ear as I take her back up into my arms. “We’re not doing this on the steps.” I run upstairs to her room and toss her on the bed. I take off my shorts and crawl over her naked body, then I look down at her and her wanting face. “This what you want?” I make sure once more before I ravage her body.

  She reaches her fingers up and runs them through my hair with a look in her eyes I haven’t seen in years. “More than anything.” She pulls my head down to hers and I take her mouth. Pushing my tongue inside, I taste that damn cherry lip balm again.

  “I have to taste you. Been thinking about your sweet pussy all day.” I tear my mouth from hers and kiss down her throat, across her chest, around her stomach, and stop when my face is settled between her thighs. Taking one at a time, I lift her legs to drape them over my shoulders. Looking up at her, I find she has her head buried back into the pillows of the bed. “Watch me, Tessa. Watch me taste you.”

  I wait until her green eyes are on me before I take that first long lick up between her folds, flicking my tongue several times over her swollen clit, making her body jerk. I dig my fingers deep into the flesh of her ass, holding her up to me. Her perfectly bare pussy is glistening with her want. “You like having your pussy eaten, Tessa?” I ask, getting her attention again. “Keep your fucking eyes on me, baby.”

  “Uh-huh.” She sighs as I lick again. She digs her hands into my hair as I push a finger into her and suck her clit into my mouth.

  ~~~~~~

  Tessa

  The man’s fingers are talented, and his tongue was molded by the Gods of oral sex. My back bows as he rubs the right spot just inside my pussy that makes the little flashes of lights burst behind my closed eyes as the butterflies take flight in my belly.

  “Tessa,” Matthew mumbles my name around my pussy lips, making me force my eyes open to look down my body, finding his blazing hazel eyes focused on me. “Eyes on me, babe.” He slowly moves his fingers in and out of me as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I moan loudly, fighting to keep my eyes open and on him. I watch as he devours me and feel as my body comes to life as the pleasure courses through my veins.

  “Oh, Matthew,” I moan, no longer able to keep my eyes open. I press my head into the pillow as my eyes roll back and my eyelids flutter closed. A wave of pleasure crashes over me and I scream as my body tightens, experiencing the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. My limbs fall limp and my belly quivers.

  Holy shit, the Earth just shifted on its axis. At least mine did, and Matthew is the one who just moved it. The bed dips and I feel him glide his lips up my body until he hovers over me.

  “Tessa.” His deep southern drawl reignites the butterflies I had just gotten under control. Who is this man, and what is he doing to me? Other than send me to the moon with his tongue. I don’t do this, I never have. I’m not the type of girl who meets a guy and jumps right into bed with him. But me with this man, I don’t know myself, or the person he brings out of me. Being bold and initiating sex, practically begging him for it, is another thing I don’t do, but with him I did. He trails light kisses over the skin of my throat. “Tessa.” He singsongs my name with a hint of humor in his tone.

  “Yes.” I don’t open my eyes, taking in the lavish feel of his lips. I had just gone over the edge—in momentous fashion by the way—and already I can feel my body begin to reboot for another round. I feel as he brushes a stray hair from my forehead. He consumes me, and I can feel myself spiraling down a rabbit hole with no hope of ever climbing out.

  “Tessa, look at me,” he demands. I open one eye to look up at him. His smile is devastating, the lone dimple peeking out at me. If I had it in me, I could go off again from just the way he’s looking at me. H
e leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips.

  He cocks one eyebrow up at me. “Not bad, huh?” he asks with a cocky grin.

  “No, and I wouldn’t make you stop if you wanted to do it again.” I push up to my knees, laying my hands on his chest. “But that’s not what I want right now.” I lower my head and let my lips drift over his chest, licking his tattoos, taking in the smell of his cologne. I have an overwhelming need to please him, like he had me, but make him never want any other mouth on him but mine. I kiss down his well-defined body until I have his wonderfully hard cock in my hands. I take the moisture at his tip and rub it around with my thumb.

  “Put my cock in your sweet mouth.” He takes it from me and traces the tip along my bottom lip. “Open up for me, baby.”

  I open my mouth as he glides his dick past my lips. I reach around, digging my fingers into his tight ass cheeks as he begins to fuck my mouth.

  “Shit,” he groans as he slides in and out. I feel his fingers tangle in my hair, slightly pulling my head back and forth. He keeps his thrusts shallow at first until I begin to force my head forward, taking him to the back of my throat. “Jesus, Tessa.” He begins to thrust a little harder as I reach my hand between my legs and start rubbing my already sensitive clit.

  I’ve never been a fan of giving a man head, but Matthew calls to me, making me step out of my comfort zone and become a woman I want to be—self-assured and sexual. I moan as I slip two fingers inside myself. “That’s so fucking hot. Finger fuck yourself as you take my cock.” He says tugging on my hair. He pumps against my face a few more times before he jerks my head away from him. “I need to fuck you now.” His tone is desperate, just the way I feel about him. He pulls my mouth off his cock with a pop.

  Tossing me back onto the bed, I let my legs fall open, inviting him in. He looks at me from head to toe, his eyes devouring me like a predator readying to eat his prey. He falls forward and catches himself right before his body lands on mine. I rub my hands up the sides of his taut body, stopping to come around to take his face in them. “Condom?” His voice is deep and raspy with need.

  I shake my head yes and watch as he looks around. He dives for the bedside table, rummaging around, but finds nothing. “Bathroom?” I shake my head no. I haven’t used condoms since I was a teenager, so having them lying around isn’t something I do.

  “Fuck,” he roars as he sits up, resting his bare ass on his heels. He looks around again, then back to me. “Don’t fucking move.” He bounds off the bed, jerking on his shorts. “I have some in the truck, I’ll be right back.” I watch as he disappears out of my room. I lay naked, sprawled out on my bed, the most satisfied woman that has ever existed. And he isn’t finished with me, he still wants to fuck me.

  My body is still humming with anticipation, the cool air kissing my sweat slicked skin, making it goose flesh. The pause in the action hasn’t dampened the want I’m burning with, it’s only making me more aware of it.

  I hear the front door close and the sound of him locking the door echoes through the silent house. He comes to a stop at the foot of the bed with several foil packets in his hand. He tosses them on the bed at my feet. I look at them and then back up to him with a smile on my face. “Awfully confident of yourself, aren’t you?”

  He cocks an eyebrow at me and smiles a sexy as sin smile at me, leaning over the bed. “More than confident, baby, and I’m getting ready to show you why.” He says as he pushes his shorts back down his strong legs and I see an ugly red scar on his upper left thigh.

  Standing, he takes his thick cock in his hand, stroking it a few times. The sight makes my mouth water. He takes a condom and tosses it at me, and it lands perfectly between my bare breasts. Placing a knee on the bed, he falls forward, catching himself, just above me. His intense eyes study me. “Put the condom on me.”

  He takes my mouth right after I use my teeth to tear open the foil packet. Unable to see what I’m doing, I reach between us and take him in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth. Pumping him a few times, before I roll the condom down his length. “Now put me inside of you,” he demands, his voice deep and raspy.

  I guide him in, not sure if he’ll fit, but I feel as my pussy stretches around him. I have no reservations about doing this, the need for this man consumes me. A man I barely know, but feel so right with. I need to shut down the part of my brain that’s making this more than what it is. It’s just sex and nothing more. “Shit, Tessa,” he groans through gritted teeth. I lay my hands on his back and feel him shaking from holding back, as he pushes in one slow inch at a time.

  No longer able to hold back, he slams into me and I scream from the painful pleasure of him filling me. “Shit. Sorry, babe, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to be in you.”

  “No, no. Move, now,” I tell him, moaning as he begins to move in and out of me. I lift my hips up into him, grinding, seeking the friction I need.

  He reaches under me and grips my ass in his big hands, pulling me up as he fucks me. My feet are firmly planted on the bed as I match each of his thrusts. I snake my arms around his neck. “Fuck me, Tessa.” His hot breath chills the sweat beading on my neck, sending shivers down my body. I needed this, to lose myself in a man who wants nothing from me but my pleasured screams. A man who isn’t a drunk two-pump chump, who just fucks me until he passes out. A man the sight of doesn’t make me want to vomit. Someone who makes me feel wanted for something other than just a punching bag.

  “Tessa,” he says my name on a long breath. Our eyes meet and I see the blazing lust we both share.

  “Matthew…” I feel the familiar tingles in my belly begin to dance again. We’re as close as two people can be, but I want more. I need him to be a part of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and hug my body tight to his, making the angle of his thrusts even more intense.

  “Oh shit. Tessa, you feel amazing.” He moans as he pumps into me. I turn my face to his and catch his eyes as the tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me. Not expecting it, I scream out. I thought the orgasm I’d had before was the best, but I was wrong. The completely unattainable orgasm during sex sneaks up on me and shoves me over the edge as I free fall into him, and the sea of indulgence engulfs me.

  Not long after, Matthew’s deep voice roars out through his thrusts that become choppy and desperate. He stills, then his big body, heaving for breath, falls on top of me. He’s leaving little kisses on my neck between pants, and I’m doing my best to wrangle my wild body back in.

  “Damn, baby.” He lifts his head from my neck, looking down at me. I look up into his beautiful and sincere hazel eyes. The small lines around his eyes do nothing to take away from his youthful smile. “We’re going to do that again, a lot,” he says as he gives me a quick peck on the lips. Before pushing off of me, he holds the condom at the base as he pulls out of me. Turning, I watch as his fine ass crosses the room to the bathroom. My body buzzes from the best sex I’ve had in my life. I hold my breath and wait for the regret for what I’ve just done to wash over me, but the feeling never comes.

  The late afternoon sun streams in through the bay window as he walks back out of the bathroom, and this time, I take in the front of his gorgeous body. I swallow hard, trying to ready myself for a hasty exit by a man who has gotten what he wants from a woman who offered it up to him so easily.

  He places a knee on the bed. Leaning in to kiss me, he backs away, smiling, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “I’ll be right back.” He gives me one more kiss before walking naked out of the bedroom.

  I feel exposed and vulnerable. It was just sex—damn good sex, but just sex. People do it all the time. The kind of sex feelings have no place being around.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tessa

  He returns, and I shake the doubts and fears I’m fighting to keep from choking me. He hands me a tumbler full of amber liquid, then crosses to the sheer curtains hanging closed over the bay window to open them.

  He walks back over and climbs int
o bed beside me, tugging me to him. He taps his glass to mine before taking a sip of his own drink. “I thought we could have a drink and watch the sun set on this phenomenal weekend.” I smile at him, and my heart warms a little with his show of kindness. He has every right to dress and leave, but he isn’t.

  I turn so I’m nestled down under the arm that’s thrown over my shoulder. We fall silent, watching as the sun slides down behind the mountains. And he’s right. I never thought a weekend like this one could have ever been possible in my old life.

  I should be ashamed of what I’ve done, giving myself to a man I don’t even know, but I can’t. I wouldn’t trade these past two days for anything. They’re mine, and I’ll cherish them because I don’t know if there will be more. The feeling of being wanted by the man in my bed is a foreign concept to me, but Matthew has pulled it off.

  “So how long has it been for you?” he asks, clearing his throat and breaking the silence between us.

  I roll my eyes and grumble. “That obvious, huh?” I say, drinking nearly half my glass.

  He pinches his eyes together, trying his best to suppress a grin. “So how long?”

  It’s such a simple question that holds so many complications.

  “How long since I’ve had sex? Or how long since I’ve had mind-blowing sex?” I ask trying to keep the moment playful between us.

  “Both.” He says tugging tugs on a lock of my hair.

  I sigh, not wanting to admit the sad truth of my life before I’d moved to this town. So I go with a vague answer. “Too long, and never.” He grimaces.

  When he finds me watching him, he smiles, and it’s warm and reaches his kind eyes. He dips his head down to take my mouth, the taste of the bourbon on his lips. Breaking the kiss, he takes my glass and sets them both on the bedside table. He rests his back against the headboard and pulls me onto his lap, to straddle him, before wrapping my arms around his neck to take my mouth again.