Until the Tequila: A Killers Crossover Novella

by Brynne Asher

  She shakes her head and stops my hands. “Please forget about the dandelions—and we can’t do this here. Aren’t there people around? Don’t your parents have a … I don’t know, butler or something?”

  I shake my head. “Told you my parents weren’t home and they don’t have a butler. It’s late so the trainers and handlers are gone for the day. It’s you, me, and twenty-nine horses. There’re some barn cats around, too, but they don’t like people. I’m sure the animals won’t care when I go down on you.”

  Her eyes go big. “You can’t do that to me here in the barn.”

  I put my lips to her as I finally get her shorts undone. “I can. After yesterday in your kitchen, I can’t wait another second. I have to taste you.”

  Not messing around, I push her panties down with her shorts and cup her between the legs. She’s wet again. So fucking wet it makes my mouth water and I have to adjust my cock.

  Mary’s head falls back with a small thud.

  “Oh.” She moans when I drag a finger between her legs and drop to my knees where I’m at eye level with her clit.

  I look up and keep teasing her with the tip of my index finger. “Did you know that the clitoris is the only human organ whose sole purpose is to provide sexual gratification?”

  She frowns and tries to rub her thighs together. “Are you seriously talking to me about my clit?”

  I nod, leaning in to kiss her bare hip. “I promise to always be serious about your clit. After the other day, I think I might be obsessed with it.”

  “Please stop talking,” she begs even though she shifts her hips forward for more of my touch.

  “Love that you’re smooth for me, Mary. You’ve got the prettiest pussy. I could look at it for the rest of my life.”

  “I, um…” she stutters. “Don’t like body hair. I’m sort of fanatical about waxing.”

  “Lucky me.” I untangle her clothes from her feet and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Looking up at her, I lick my lips. “Baby, I plan on breaking down all your walls, so lean back and enjoy it.”

  Then, I do what I wanted to do in her kitchen and again last night before she fell asleep—hell, what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on her. Her T-shirt has nothing on the nirvana lying between her legs. I lick up from her center to her clit and she grabs onto my hair and gasps. When I suck her into my mouth she thrusts her hips forward, offering me everything and I take it. With one hand on her ass to hold her still, I lift her leg higher and devour her.

  So fucking sweet. I’ve come to love my wine, but Mary on my tongue is something far more potent.

  But this? Her?

  I feel it. She holds me, lock and key. I’m her prisoner.

  Mary is my vice.

  Between fucking her with my tongue and consuming every inch of her pussy, she starts to rock against my mouth. Her whimpers, shallow breaths, and moans of my name echo off the limestone walls of the barn. It’s the sweetest symphony I’ve ever heard.

  When she comes I have to support her weight as her body convulses and she spasms on my mouth. That goes straight to my dick and if I don’t have her soon, I’ll explode.

  Without letting her go, I stand, yank her T-shirt up and off, along with her bra. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

  In her post orgasmic bliss, she lifts her sexy eyes to mine. “I’ve dreamed of you but never thought it could happen.”

  I pick her up and it takes her a tick for her to lift her languid arms and legs around me. With one hand at her ass, I pull the tie on her hair, letting her colorful locks fall around us. “I might eat you out in the barn, but I’m not fucking you here for the first time. We’re going to the guest house.”

  She rubs her pussy against my aching cock but her words are nothing but pure sarcasm. “Of course. I should’ve assumed you’d have guest quarters. I was crazy to think we don’t fit—what with me growing up in a crack house, my dad whoring out my mom, and me being bumped around in foster care. We’re a match made in hell, Evan.”

  I frown and pull her head back so I can look into her eyes. “I’m gonna fuck those thoughts right out of your head. Don’t ever utter them again.”

  I turn the corner and she shivers in my arms from the cool night air as I make the short walk through the darkness to the building next door that my parents converted into guest quarters for breeders and buyers.

  I punch in the master code to the electronic lock and turn the knob. Flipping on the lights, I still in the entryway when my eyes catch us in the mirror. Mary is naked and wrapped around me, her fair skin a stark contrast to my tan arms from riding and lacrosse. But it’s the skin above her ass that gets my attention.

  “What’s this?” Her body tightens as I run my fingers over the small of her back where the ends of her hair tease my fingers.

  She frowns before turning to look over her shoulder. When her eyes meet mine in the mirror, she exhales in a huff—a loss for words.

  I grip her ass. “This means something and you’re telling me now so when I’m looking down at this while I’m fucking you, it’ll mean something to me, too.”

  9

  GAME OVER

  Mary

  I TENSE IN his arms.

  “I’m serious, Mary. If you inked this on your skin, it means something, not just some drunken ramblings. I want to know before I take you for the first time.”

  I look over my shoulder to our reflection. With the dark of night framing us from behind, only the light from the fancy sconces on either side of the mirror brightens our space. I’m naked, wrapped around Evan’s muscular body where he’s holding me easily, his hand squeezing my ass.

  His eyes are on my lower back, specifically on the colorful art that decorates my skin. I got the tattoo the day I turned eighteen and was no longer a ward of the state. It looks painted on with bright watercolors in hues of greens, purples, teals, and golds. A dandelion with seeds blowing across my back. I saved up for it, planned it for years leading up to my freedom.

  Freedom.

  Between my fucked-up parents, the equally fucked-up foster care system, and me trying to survive, I never had a day of it until I turned eighteen.

  His eyes catch mine in the mirror and I press my sex into his cock—the rough denim of his jeans biting into my sensitive skin and over stimulated clit from his charmed tongue and lips. All this time I fantasized about that tongue but I never did it justice. His mouth between my legs was pure paradise.

  “It’s a dandelion,” I say.

  He raises a brow. “No shit. Why do you love them so much?”

  I turn away from the mirror and all I see are shadowed whiskey eyes. “When I was put in foster care for the first time, the woman was nice—the nicest I ever had. I was so little but I’ll never forget what she said. She called me a pretty little dandelion who grew up out of the cracked pavement. Then she said most people think dandelions are weeds and crush their happy spirit, but she thought they were beautiful and only needed the warmth of the sun to grow. She was the best foster mom I ever had but the courts gave me back to my dad after just a couple weeks. I never saw her again but I’ll never forget her. My tattoo means I’m free.”

  His arms constrict around me and I’m crushed to his chest. “Baby. Everything you mumbled to me in your drunken state makes sense. At least I had my dad. You had no one.”

  Suddenly it isn’t just my state of nakedness that has me feeling bare. “I was enough—I had to be. I survived. I’m fine now.”

  He kicks the door shut behind us and starts to move. The next thing I know, I’m lying on bedding so soft, it’s a whispered kiss to my skin. Evan reaches behind him and pulls a condom out of his pocket and tosses it on the bed next to me.

  “From now on, you’re not gonna be fine. It’ll be my mission to make sure you’re way more than fine, Mary. And I’m gonna start by making you mine.”

  He’s right. I’ve done my best to avoid him from the first day I met him at Whitetail Farms. Guys like him don’t end up
with girls like me. Sure, they might enjoy time with me because I’m fun or edgy, but they always end up with a woman who’s comfortable maneuvering her way around the social webs of a country club or, in Evan’s case, the Kentucky Derby.

  “Waited all this time for you,” he murmurs as he looks down at me after he rips his shirt off and makes quick work of his jeans. “You think we’re a match made in hell—if that’s the case, we’ll light it on fire together because this is happening.”

  I take a breath and reach for him, pulling him to me so his mouth lands on mine. He needs to stop talking. I’m not sure how much more I can take.

  As if proving it with his kiss, he consumes and possesses me. It’s as if every additional touch from Evan means exponentially more than the last. I thought I was obsessed before, but I’m in deep now.

  I reach for the condom and move to sit up, forcing him to stand in front of me. Reaching into his boxers, I free his cock. It’s thick, veined, perfect, and glistens on the tip—all for me.

  I want him.

  Peeking up at him through the dim light, I fist him at the base and lean in, giving him a flick with my tongue. His salty precum makes my mouth water. Gripping the condom I was about to roll on him, the foil crinkles in my hand as I pull him into my mouth.

  “Fuck, baby.” Evan pulls my hair gently, holding my head as he takes over, sliding his cock into my mouth. I peek up again when he pulls out to the tip and gives me his eyes. “If you’re good with your mouth on top of everything else, I might just fall in love with you.”

  I gasp at his words but he doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He thrusts his hips forward and fills my mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. He fucks my mouth as I suck, loving every inch of him.

  He groans and grips my hair tighter, pulling out. Yanking the condom from my hand, he tears it with his teeth and sheaths himself. I start to lie back, wanting him more than anything, but he shakes his head. “No. After what you just told me, I want to look at the symbol that makes you you.”

  He flips me over on my hands and knees, spanning my hips and lower back with his big hands before reaching down to tease my clit. I push back—wanting more, needing him.

  I toss my hair over my shoulder and look back. “Evan. Please.”

  His gaze moves from my tat to my face, those soulful brown eyes settling on me. He thrusts inside, stretching me with a delicious ache I could become addicted to.

  “You’re not on your own anymore, baby.” He slides a hand where my skin is inked before gripping my hip. “You’ve got me now. I’m not going anywhere.”

  I close my eyes as he starts to take me hard. I do my best to push back to meet him, to give a little of what he’s giving me, but he’s controlling it. His fingers bite into my skin with a possession I can feel down to my toes.

  “Come here.” He stops to pull me up, my back to his front as he supports my weight with a strong arm wrapped around me. Still impaled on him, he takes my hand in his and directs it between my legs. With our fingers dancing together, he puts his lips to my ear. “Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you inside and out.”

  It doesn’t take long with him moving my fingers over my clit. It’s almost too much, yet my body searches for it.

  “Oh,” I breathe and he circles my fingers faster.

  When I start to convulse on his cock, he moves, holding me tight and thrusting up into me as my orgasm rocks my body.

  “Fuck, yes, baby.” His breath comes heavy against my hair as he groans with his release. With his arms tightening impossibly hard around me, he puts his lips to my ear and his next words will remain laced in my heart forever. “No more cat-and-mouse shit. Game over, Mary. You’re mine.”

  I open my eyes and turn to peek into his, filled with the same promise as his words.

  “Tell me you get it and you’ll stop fighting this. I’ve waited too long,” he goes on.

  I exhale and feel him surrounding me, his body covering mine like a shield. I’ve never had a protector, not really. My parents never gave a shit about me and I was just an extra paycheck to every foster parent I was placed with.

  “Mary.” He presses into me as his voice grows more impatient.

  I can’t even muster the words because for some reason saying them out loud is too much to bear.

  I nod and hate that my eyes well at the same moment.

  I’m glad I don’t try to blink them back. If I had, I would have missed the relief that washes over his rugged features.

  And I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life.

  I just gave myself to Evan in every way and I want to remember it forever.

  10

  EXPECTATIONS

  Evan

  I HEAR THE shower as soon as I walk into the guest house. Mary doesn’t drink coffee, but she’s always got a Diet Coke in her hand. I went to the fridge in the barn that we keep stocked for the handlers and trainers and got her one.

  I’ll stop and get her some breakfast on our way to her apartment. I hate that she can’t come to the winery to be with me. She has clients later today.

  I hear her phone vibrate in her bag and dig through it. Frowning, I wonder who could be calling from Lexington, Kentucky?

  I know taking her for the first time last night still doesn’t give me permission to answer her phone. But after, while we were in bed and before we found sleep, she told me more about how she grew up. She talked a lot and opened up and it was all I could do not to get up, track down her motherfucking father, and wrap my hands around his neck. I’ve never felt the urge to hurt anyone before, not like that.

  I wish I could erase it all from her head. Hell, I wish I could erase him completely from her past.

  I learned a lot last night. Like the only reason she escaped rape as a twelve-year-old girl at one of her foster homes was because a neighbor heard her cries and did something about it. It might not have happened but, from her tone and the way she described what she went through, I can tell the experience still haunts her to this day. Her telling me things like that might not give me the right to invade her privacy, but I’m gonna do it anyway.

  “Hello?” I answer.

  There’s a pause before a male voice hits me from across the line. “Is Mary Giesen available?”

  I feel my brows pucker. I move out of the bedroom and shut the door so she can’t hear me if she gets out of the shower and walk over to the back doors that are floor to ceiling glass, looking out over the rolling hills of my family’s property. I do everything I can to keep my tone only mildly irritated. “She can’t come to the phone right now. Who’s this?”

  From everything I’ve learned from Mary and now, my new number one informant July, this is not how I expected her father to be contacting her, let alone sound like. His voice turns inquisitive. “I’ve been trying to get hold of Ms. Giesen for a couple of weeks. I’ve been leaving messages at this number and at the last place of employment I have on record for her. She hasn’t returned my calls.”

  “I’m sorry,” I lie. I’m not the least bit sorry and I’m pretty sure my voice reflects that. “Who are you and what do you want with Mary?”

  “My name is Joe Ratcliff. I’m an attorney with Wilson Partners in Lexington. My business is with Ms. Giesen and, by law, I cannot divulge anything about the client I represent to anyone but her.”

  I note his full name and practice so I can look into him later. I might even call in a favor to my father’s attorney—see what he can come up with. “I’ll have her call you.”

  “Please do. Time is of the essence. It will behoove Ms. Giesen to return my call as soon as possible.”

  I disconnect the call and head back into the bedroom. She’s pulling the clean tee over her head that I gave her to wear home that I had stored in my gym bag.

  Seeing my shirt hang on her small body where it hits her halfway down her bare thighs, I want nothing more than to ignore the world and throw her back into bed. She looks from my hands t
o me. “What are you doing with my phone and is that Diet for me?”

  I smirk and pop the top of the can, taking a sip before handing it to her. “You need to learn to drink coffee.”

  Her face twists and she shakes her head at the same time she nabs her phone out of my hand. “No way. I can’t stomach the taste.”

  “You had a call.”

  She unlocks her phone and then looks up to me. “It doesn’t say I missed a call.”

  I shrug. “That’s because I answered it.”

  Her eyes narrow and her hand goes to her hip. “Don’t you have a phone of your own? You sure seem to like to talk on mine.”

  “Why is an attorney from Lexington looking for you? He said he’s left you messages. What else is going on?”

  She shakes her head and turns to toss her phone in her bag. “He called again? I have no idea what that guy wants. Look at me, Evan.” She holds her arms out low before she starts to pull on her shorts from yesterday. “Do I look like someone who gets calls from attorneys? It can’t be good so I haven’t returned his calls.”

  I lean onto the door jamb and cross my arms. “So you’re ignoring him? He’s not the Feds, baby. Not much an attorney can do to you. It sounded important—you should call him.”

  She buttons her cut-off jean shorts and walks over to me. “You seemed into me yesterday, but before you hang your hat too long on my hook, you should know that I don’t adult. At all. You saw my apartment. I had most of that crap when I was still in high school and I have no plans of replacing any of it with anything even close to grown up—let alone coordinating. I do hair, nails, and makeup for a living because it’s basically like playing dress up. Sorry, but if you’re into me, this is what you’re gonna get.”

  I push off the wall, go to her, and park it on the edge of the bed. Tagging her hand, I pull her to stand between my legs. “You dropped everything to stay with Addy a few months ago when she was sick. You took Bev to a doctor’s appointment. Hell, you even babysat Clara’s kids and we all know what a sacrifice that is.”