Manaconda (Hammered #1)

by Taryn Elliott

  “We were busy.”

  She slapped the door. “Okay, then let’s open it up now.”

  “Hey.” I caught her arm.

  She wrenched away. “No! Can we just go? I want to go.”

  I swiped my hand down her hair. “Kenny—”

  She crouched near the middle. “How do you unlatch this?”

  “Just a second, I’ll get it.”

  “Is there air in here? Do you think we can suffocate?”

  I eased her away from the door and unlatched the locking pin. The door cracked open enough for me to pull it up.

  She scrabbled out of the truck and down to the pavement and kept on walking.

  “Kenny, wait!” I spotted her little wallet and grabbed it before closing the door and locking it once more.

  “It was just getting a little too close in there,” she said over her shoulder.

  “Seemed more like you didn’t like what I had to say.”

  She kept walking, but I was a good deal taller than her, even in her heels. I caught her arm, stopping her. “Kenny.”

  “Would you stop with the Kenny stuff? My name is Kennedy.”

  I crowded in on her. “You liked it well enough in the truck.”

  “Yeah well, that was just the orgasm talking.”

  “Two.”

  “Yes, two,” she growled. “I know how you want to keep track of this illustrious seven. But you know what? I’m suddenly feeling not in the mood. So, guess we’ll just be stopping at two. And you gave up your chance for one, pal.” She broke my hold and started walking again.

  “Willful woman,” I muttered.

  She swung back around, hands on her hips. “Excuse me?”

  “You just can’t admit we had fun in there. That this,” I waved between us, “is hot. And we don’t need to pick it apart.”

  “I tried to just have fun with it. It’s you saying you want more than just…this.” She heaved out a breath. “Why can’t I just have a one-night-stand like the rest of this godforsaken town? Do you know how many actors I’ve had to rescue from just this kind of crap? Now I’m in the middle of it. I can’t even enjoy it first. I’m just mired in the aftermath without the naked sweaty time,” she shouted.

  I hauled her against me, fusing my mouth to hers. I wanted the naked sweaty time. I craved the naked sweaty time, for fuck’s sake. But I knew it was more. I’d already had plenty of hookups—she obviously hadn’t.

  Just keep your fucking mouth shut, Jordan.

  Just fuck her brainless.

  That was the voice I was going to listen to the rest of the night. Not the niggling voice that demanded to keep her for more than a night. I had to be a bit more underhanded. To make her see how good we were first.

  She punched my chest and kicked my shin.

  Freaking hellcat.

  Just as I was about to step back, she hooked her arm around my neck and kissed me back. Hot and full of fire, she blew my mind with her taste. Resisting her wasn’t an option. Even if I was left with only one night.

  “Upstairs,” she mumbled against my mouth. “Upstairs where no one can find us.”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  14

  Kennedy

  Don’t think.

  Don’t think.

  Don’t think.

  The chant was an echo in my brain. The part of my brain that actually still worked anyway. The other eighty percent of me was on board with operation One-Night-Stand.

  That was how I had to think about it.

  I couldn’t focus on his words in the truck.

  I like saying you’re mine.

  God, no.

  I was an independent woman. I was no one’s anything. Those lessons were deeply ingrained. I could only count on myself.

  Don’t think.

  Just feel.

  Don’t get too close to the flame.

  But I could warm myself there. I could taste what it could be like to be his.

  The swirling vortex of lust was safe. Not the words. Just the feelings.

  He broke away from my kiss and linked our fingers. Not just the way someone would pull someone along.

  No, he always linked our fingers as if he wanted to touch every surface of my skin. I glanced down to his wrist. My wallet hung there between us. He’d remembered to grab it.

  My heart skipped. So stupid.

  My life was in that wristlet—my phone that I hadn’t even bothered to check for hours now. My entire night had become devoted to getting naked with this man.

  There had never been a time that my career had been put on the back-burner until him.

  Don’t think.

  Not tonight. I could pick everything apart tomorrow. When the sex fumes had vanished and I could focus on what was important again.

  The chime of an elevator pulled me back into the moment. The lobby was nearly empty. I didn’t even remember crossing the checkered marble floor.

  Sex brain, obviously.

  He pulled me in front of him as another couple followed us on to the elevator. I braced for the recognition, but it didn’t come. In fact, I was pretty sure the couple had been in the balcony for Hunter’s show.

  They were too into each other to notice us. Smoke practically rolled off of them in waves. The guy’s fingers kept disappearing up the side of her shirt. A sultry laugh invited him closer.

  Was that what we looked like?

  I bumped into Hunter, swallowing a groan when my ass brushed against his erection. He slid a hand along my hip, drawing me closer.

  “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

  A flush race up my neck to my cheeks. I looked over to our neighbors.

  “They don’t even know we’re here. He wants the same thing.” Hunter dragged his knuckle up the curve of my spine. “He can barely stand the thought of not touching her. Any bit of skin is fair game.”

  I swallowed a groan.

  Two could play this game. I reached back to find the ridge of his shaft. I teased the outline with my nail. The rumble of his chest vibrated through my back. He caught my hand, pressing it tighter to him with a soft moan.

  The line of his cock seemed to go on forever.

  Photoshopped my ass.

  I was actually a little intimidated. It had been a good long time since I’d had sex with anyone, let alone someone that was able to pull of a moniker like manaconda.

  The elevator dinged. We broke apart. The girl gave another sinful laugh and pulled her guy out of the car. When the doors shut again, I turned in Hunter’s arms.

  “Cameras,” he whispered against my mouth.

  Frustration soared. Cameras everywhere. Fans, record executives, managers, bandmates—the list was endless. Would we ever be alone?

  Finally, the doors slid open. The corridor blissfully empty. I took his hand, dragging him along behind me for once. “What room?”

  “Eight-thirty-seven.”

  A suite.

  My skin bloomed with goose bumps.

  Space to spread out. Extra walls for privacy. The door came into view, a keycard slapped against the sensor, then he was shoving me through the door. I pushed at his shirt as he flicked on lights. Muscles rippled under my fingertips. He was smooth save for a line of hair above his buckle.

  A necklace was hidden under his shirt. I’d seen it before.

  Rosary.

  Not a necklace.

  The warm wood beads snaked over my forearm. He reached behind his neck to help me drag his shirt over his head. Broad-chested and tapered at the waist, he was gloriously cut.

  I went right for his buckle, jerking at the tail to free it from his jeans. I pushed him into the chaise by the window. “This chair?”

  “What?”

  “Is this the chair you were talking about?”

  He swallowed so hard that his Adam’s apple bounced. “Yes.”

  I bunched my skirt up to crawl on top of him.

  “Off.”

  I stepped back, my stomach fluttering at the way his jaw
tightened.

  “Off?”

  “The dress. I want you naked.”

  I spun on my heel slowly, lifting my arm up. “Well, then unzip me.”

  He trailed his fingers along my arm to the side of my breast. The tiny tab of the zipper was dwarfed by his thick fingers. I swallowed. The memory of them inside me made my pussy pound.

  That was nothing compared to his cock.

  My gaze dropped to his jeans. His buckle was undone, but everything else was frustratingly buttoned-up. One zipper and I’d be on display.

  But I couldn’t deny him.

  Not when his gaze was hot enough to flay my skin. The rosary slid until the walnut carved cross rested between his pecs. Would he take it off? Or would it swing between us as he thrust inside me?

  I wasn’t sure which I could handle.

  Was it bad that I wanted both?

  I hissed as my dress parted, dragging my attention back to the present, away from the nebulous future. Always planning, working the angles. I needed to stay in the moment. I wasn’t sure how long it would last.

  I dropped my arms. The straps slid down, and the hideously expensive dress of multi-colored beads whispered off my hips to the floor.

  Responsible Kennedy would have been rushing for a garment bag or closet to hang it in.

  The new me—the reckless me, right now— stepped free of the dress and let the cool air kiss my skin from shoulder to ankles. No bra. The dress plunged in front and back, rendering one a useless commodity.

  “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

  I turned to face him. My remaining nerves fell away with those simple words. The way he looked at me left no doubts. For this moment, I could be the woman I’d always wanted to be.

  Capable I had down to a science. Sexy, unforgettable, wanted—those were new.

  I knelt between his spread legs. My wristlet brushed the side of my hand, discarded on the edge of the chaise. I flicked it open and dug out the one condom I’d allowed myself.

  “You’ve had that the entire time?”

  I nodded.

  “Man,” he groaned.

  I laughed. “All you had to do was ask.”

  He flipped open the top button of his jeans. “Blue balls are a real thing, you know.”

  “I don’t want to hear anything, pal. I offered to relieve that particular problem.”

  “I remember.” So fierce. His stormy eyes were so focused. My wine buzz had faded and there was nothing but clarity.

  Tonight was supposed to be about that one shot—the one man who could lure me away from every plan I’d ever had for myself.

  “It seems you have me at an unfair advantage.”

  “Everything looks awesome as far as I’m concerned,” he answered.

  I placed the packet between my lips as I straddled his legs. I pressed my breasts to his naked chest, my eyes fluttering closed at the first hit of skin-on-skin contact. The worn corners of his cross teased my ribs. I flicked my nail over each bead.

  Walnut beads. Not the usual bling on a rock star. Each one was smooth from wear. Some slightly irregular. Sexy in ways that would probably win me a trip into the confessional next time I was home.

  I traced around the edges of the cross. Instead of a raised Jesus, the figure was carved into the wood. It swung lightly between us as I trailed down his abs to the button he’d already opened.

  My gaze returned to his before I tugged open the denim. Each brass button made a light rattle as it was released. The backs of my knuckles tingled as I reached his cotton boxers.

  He wasn’t a small guy. I was stretched wide to straddle him. He took my cue. I had to hold on to his shoulders when he lifted his hips to tug his jeans down.

  Still, I didn’t look down.

  Everything had been about this part of him for the last ten days. The man with the super-sized cock. Rock star. Sex god. Well-deserved moniker from what I could feel, but it was the man I wanted.

  The appendage was just the conduit to connection.

  I kissed him as I fisted my hand around his length. My center contracted, and a little panic seeped into the heat. Definitely not Photoshopped.

  He hissed as I tugged the elastic of his boxers away and slid my thumb around his head. Slick with pre-cum, his skin was stretched and hot.

  His jaw flexed as the silky soft head of his cock brushed my belly. I stroked down, and down, and down. He was long and thick, well above any man I’d ever been with, or toy I’d ever explored.

  I edged back down his thighs, followed the path of his rosary with my tongue, skipping the beads to taste flesh. I moved over to his nipple, swirling my tongue around the flat disk until it was tight.

  He gripped a handful of my hair. “Kenny.”

  I kept going. The bite of his hold made my clit pound. I nipped at the tight skin of his abs, trailed my tongue over the sinful lines of his hip bones as I peeled his boxers down.

  His cock slapped against his lower belly. I pushed him back and he collapsed onto his elbows, letting my hair go. His eyes glittered in the low light. A reflection of neon from the lights outside carved his cheekbones and collarbone in shadow with a hint of pink.

  I tugged and jerked at his heavy denim to get it down his legs and past his knees. I slid down to the plush carpeting, kneeling around his feet as I fought with the laces of his Doc Martens for a minute, and then he was free.

  Only then did I really look.

  I placed my hands on his knees. Powerful muscles rippled under his skin. Strong, fit, and so big he made me feel tiny. My nipples burned as I moved up his thighs, the hair soft and abrasive at the same time.

  I flicked my tongue over his heavy sac. Thankful he was as fastidious as I’d hoped, I curled my fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned as I dropped the condom on his belly before licking my way up his shaft.

  I swirled my tongue along the vein that drew a meandering route to the flared tip of his cock. The higher I went, the thicker he seemed to be.

  My pussy spasmed in response when I finally covered his head and tasted him. Like the sea. I swirled my tongue around and sucked. His fingers tightened on my hair again.

  I looked up at him, my mouth full of him.

  His pupils were wide, and his chest heaved. I bobbed down, taking as much of him as I could before sucking again. He slammed his head back against the chaise, one hand reaching back to grip the head rest.

  He hauled himself up, sliding his cock out of my mouth. He let my hair go, grabbed the condom and sheathed himself. His eyes were hot and dangerous as he reached for me.

  He plucked me off the floor. My knees barely grazed the couch as he set me on his belly. His cock teased my cleft.

  “Inside me.”

  “I need to be inside you.”

  We both stumbled over the words. He swirled the head under my hood, bumping my clit and circling every surface. I shuddered, almost embarrassed to hear how wet I was.

  I didn’t realize how worked up I’d gotten myself until now. I was as swollen as he was, ready to finally destroy this ache he’d created. He gripped my hips as I undulated and wiggled until just the tip of him slid inside of me.

  “God, yes,” I whispered.

  His head tipped back as I slowly lowered myself on to him. Stretching to accommodate him, to ease the way for him, to hug him tighter. My nails dug into his chest.

  Too much.

  Everything.

  Splitting me in two.

  His head snapped forward as he gentled the thrust. He canted his hips forward and back until I adjusted. I groaned out his name as I finally took all of him.

  His grip tightened. “Fuck.”

  I pressed my forehead to his, a strangled moan fighting its way to freedom. “More.”

  “Kenny.” He moved inside me. So good. Every tissue, every nerve, every atom came alive inside of me. As if I’d been sleeping for twenty-eight years.

  As if this man, and this moment was the key to me.

  Part of me wanted
to resist. First times were supposed to be awkward. Two people hoping for the best.

  “Kenny.”

  The way he said his version of my name battled back the thoughts. He ground me down on him, and I released the sob building in my throat.

  Skin and friction, sweat and thundering heartbeats took over. I tipped forward on my knees and my clit hit his pelvic bone just right. My head fell back as his lips fastened on my nipple and the room shimmered.

  Pink neon fuzzed around the edges of my vision. He plowed his fingers into my hair and dragged me back to him. To meet his gaze as I broke over him.

  His eyebrows lowered and his jaw flexed. I tried to hold on, but I was lost to the spasms of pleasure that radiated off of him and into me. His grip tightened on my hips, holding me.

  “Fuck, so tight around me.”

  His name was a keening sob as I came so hard the neon became blackness.

  15

  Hunter

  She soaked my dick. So fucking tight and perfect I had to concentrate on not filling the condom. My balls were drawn up so fucking tight I could barely breathe.

  But I’d needed to feel her shatter around me.

  It was addictive. The way she opened for me, the way she vised down on me before she broke, and the way she finally let go. I could live to be ninety and never get sick of watching her amber eyes go blind.

  I pulled her up and off me, hissing at how much I missed her heat for the moments it took to turn her around at the top of the chaise. She rested an elbow on the headrest and the other on the arm as I pinned her into the corner.

  “Hold on,” I breathed into her ear.

  She darted a look over her shoulder, her smudged eyes slumberous from her release.

  “Three isn’t enough.”

  She sagged.

  I wasn’t sure seven would be enough.

  If we kept this up, we’d kill each other before dawn.

  I knelt behind her, dragging the head of my cock through her soaked pussy before slipping inside of her. I snapped my hips forward. She took all of me with a low groan.

  Fuck.

  I was used to being so careful.

  She was so tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her, but she pushed back on me. She arched even more when I pulled on her hair. She took everything and I kept digging deeper to find more.