Lily shook her head. “Nothing.”
Mac glared at Jessie. “What did you tell her?”
Jessie batted her lashes at Mac. “Why, nothing, Mac.
Would I reveal your deep, dark, perverted secrets to just anyone?”
Mac lifted a lock of Lily’s hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Oh, I think she already knows those.”
Warmth coiled low in Lily’s belly. Mac’s gaze never left her face when he said that. And Lily couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
“Oh, this is so my cue to go find my other friends.
Before you two get down and dirty right here on the grass and completely gross me out. I could get nightmares from the visual of that one.”
Mac’s lips curled upward. Lily tore her gaze from his and turned to Jessie. “I’m sorry. Please, stay with us.”
“Are you kidding? You two are putting off ‘hot sex imminent’ signals and it’s icking me out. It would be like watching my parents screw. I’m leaving.”
Lily giggled.
“I’ll catch y’all later. Be good and for God’s sake, get a room,” Jessie said, waving as she walked away.
“She’s adorable,” Lily said.
“She’s a pain in the ass,” Mac replied. “But yeah, she’s a good kid.”
“She told me what you did for her.”
Mac frowned. “She shouldn’t have done that. She’s got the biggest mouth.”
“You saved her life, Mac.”
He shrugged, stared ahead at the band. “She was just a confused kid with lousy parents. I knew where she was coming from. All she needed was a little guidance.”
Lily laid her palm against his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “You saved her life,” she said again.
This time, he didn’t look away. He pulled her onto his lap, wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want to talk about Jessie anymore.”
His eyes were the finest brandy, molten and intoxicating, and she was utterly lost in him. In this crowd of thousands, there was just the two of them.
He was going to kiss her. She should be thinking about where he’d just been. He might have delivered the virus to someone. But instinct told her he hadn’t.
Besides, he was going to kiss her. Some PI she was, huh?
She waited with agonizing impatience for that moment when his lips touched hers, when lightning would strike, when her world would spin out of control as it did every time Mac kissed her.
When his mouth descended on hers, when the tip of his tongue slid between her parted lips to touch hers, she clutched his shirt, her toes curled and she was lost.
Chapter Six
The crowds, the noise, everything around him disappeared as Mac held Lily in his arms and kissed her.
Wrong place, wrong time, as usual, but he didn’t give a shit. She was soft and warm, her lips giving under his, her tongue lapping against his in a lazy, oh-so-sexy way.
She tasted of beer and of Lily. A little spicy and sugary and a lot like the woman he could never get out of his head, no matter how much time had passed.
He shouldn’t do this to her, not again. Not use and discard her. But goddamn, he couldn’t help himself. She was the most potent drug he’d ever come up against and, God help him, he couldn’t resist the temptation. Her scent was the sunshine of a warm day, leather, and the musky perfume of woman.
His woman. She’d always been his woman, no matter what had happened when they were apart. Her lips were meant to touch his, her tongue a perfect match for his, her body fit against him like a matching puzzle piece. He’d never connected to another woman like this before. Even when they fought, they still meshed. He knew it—and he knew she did, too.
But just holding and kissing her in the midst of this crazy crowd wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch her more intimately, delve inside her, have what he hadn’t had in too damn long.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, slid her off his lap and hauled her to her feet.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.” He held onto her hand and leaned in, his lips touching her earlobe. “But I’m going to f**k you and unless you want me to do it right here in front of everyone, we need to find another place.”
Her breath expelled in a sigh, her warmth drifting across his neck. He leaned back to look at her. Her lips quirked. Her eyes glittered with passion. She nodded and didn’t say a word, just followed him.
Those were definite “oh hell yes” signals.
His c**k strained against his jeans, clearly outlined for anyone to see. Let them look. He could care less. Right now finding a spot to be alone with Lily was all he cared about.
Fortunately, he spotted a friend and hoped he had a solution.
“Jim.”
One of his old biker buddies turned around. In his late fifties, Jim and his girlfriend came to every one of these events.
“Mac!” Jim shook his hand. “Glad to see you here. And I see you brought a pretty lady with you, too.”
Mac nodded. “Where’s Sheila?”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Wandering around the shopping tents. God only knows what she’ll come back with this time.”
“You bring your RV?”
“Don’t we always?”
“Can we borrow it for about an hour?”
Jim took one look at Lily, then back at him, and grinned. “You sure can.”
“I haven’t pitched our tent yet and Lily needs to…uhh…lay down for a bit.”
“I’ll bet she does. A little hot out here today. Go ahead.” He dug his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Mac. “It’s parked over by the trees there,” he said, pointing.
“Door dead bolts from the inside. Sheila and I will make sure no one bothers you. We’ll be near the food tent when you’re done.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you one.” He clapped Jim on the back as he walked by.
“He knows exactly what we’re going to do, doesn’t he?” Lily asked in a low voice as they headed toward the RV.
“Of course he does. But he’s also stopped by my place to crash a time or two. Jim and I go way back. Don’t worry about it.”
Lily leaned into him. “Did I say I was worried?”
Her face was flushed, her lips parted. Maybe it was the beer, but she hadn’t had all that much to drink, so maybe it was something else.
Like need. Desire. Desperation. Yeah, he liked to think that’s what created the pink across her cheeks.
Jim had found a great parking spot for his RV, set way back from the mass of crowds and secluded behind a thick grouping of tall trees. Privacy. That’s what Mac craved right now. He unlocked the door and let Lily climb inside, then he threw the dead bolt after he closed it.
Lily stood in the tiny living room waiting for him.
They didn’t need small talk or any words between them. He walked over to her and dragged her into his arms, covering her mouth with his. A rush of expelled breaths, tangling tongues, and they started peeling off their leathers.
Mac squatted and undid the snaps on Lily’s chaps, then slowly drew up the zipper on each side. She didn’t speak, just tilted her head down and watched as he undid the buckle on the belt holding her chaps up.
Damn, he really liked undressing her. It was like opening a Christmas present. Next he removed her boots and socks, then started on her jeans, undoing the button and reaching for her zipper. His knuckles brushed her bare skin and he heard the rush of breath as she inhaled.
Good. He liked that he affected her with just a hint of contact. Because if he got that reaction from just his knuckles across her stomach, what would he get when they were full on na**d, when he was inside her?
His c**k lurched at the thought and a renewed sense of urgency spurred him on. He tugged the jeans over her h*ps and down her legs, holding her hand while she stepped out of them.
Then he leaned forward and reached for her ass cheeks, drawing her toward his mouth so he could bury his face in the vee between her legs. Even her panties smelled sweet, just like the woman inside. Hot, wet, musky, he couldn’t resist taking a swipe of her with his tongue. He could taste her through the fabric.
She shuddered and pushed against his face. “Mac,” she whispered.
He moved the panties to the side and slid his tongue along her pu**y lips, delving between the swollen cleft to dip inside. Her sweet cream poured onto his tongue and she trembled against him, her hand coming down on top of his head to grasp his hair.
Needing more than this, he pulled her panties down, unveiling her sex. Ripe, swollen, wet, she had the prettiest pu**y he’d ever seen. Bare at the lips and above with just a small patch of silken hair at her mound, giving him free access to roam. He licked around her clit, then closed his lips around the bud and sucked gently, listening to the sounds she made, eager to give her pleasure.
She leaned back against the couch and spread her legs wider. Oh, yeah. He loved a woman who enjoyed sex, who craved that orgasm as much as he did. And Lily wanted it. He could tell with every intake of breath, every lift of her hips, the way she looked on him with such intent—God, it was so sexy the way she watched, encouraging him with her eyes. He kept his focus on her face as he slid two fingers into her pussy. They went in easy, her walls gripping him, the muscles there already pulsing as he latched onto her cl*tand sucked again.
“Mac, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
That was the objective. To feel her squeeze his fingers, pour come all over his hand and let go. He really liked watching her in the midst of an orgasm, to know he was the one in charge of giving her pleasure. He rolled his tongue over the hard knot, moved his fingers in a steady rhythm in and out of her cunt. Her lips parted, her breathing quickened, and her eyes widened.
“Yes, oh yes, I’m coming,” she whispered, lifting her h*ps even higher, grinding her sweet, wet pu**y against his face as she cl**axed. The muscles tightened around his fingers and he held onto her cl*twith his mouth, lapping it gently through her orgasm until he felt her relax. Only then did he stand, pull her shirt over her head and reach around to undo the clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts. He couldn’t resist taking a taste of her nipples. The pink buds stood at attention, teasing him. He licked one, sucked it, flattening it between his lips and the roof of his mouth. Even her skin tasted sweet, the low moan she uttered adding to his pleasure. He released one, then sucked on the other, rolling it around on his tongue until it stood hard and wet. He stepped back to admire her.
Now she was completely na**d, her body flush with desire.
And he was still fully clothed, with one very angry, very hard c**k clamoring to get out. Rectifying that was the next step.
Lily stayed right where she was, leaning against the back of the couch, even teasing him by keeping her legs spread. Her pussy, swollen with the aftereffects of her orgasm, glistened with moisture. She watched him as he toed off his boots, then removed his chaps.
“Those are so sexy on you,” she said, expertly arching a brow as she inspected him.
He smiled, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, making sure he didn’t appear in too much of a hurry. They weren’t teens anymore, but damn he wanted inside her.
And then the realization struck that he’d only been inside her once. One time in ten years.
The last time she’d been a virgin, and it hadn’t exactly been his best moment. He’d been awkward about it then. Oh, he’d tried to make it easy for her. He’d kissed her, taken his time, licked her to orgasm first and made sure she was relaxed and primed so that penetration was minimally painful, but there had been more to it than that, because he’d known going into it that he was going to ruin her, that he was going to leave her that night.
He hadn’t wanted to do it, but she had insisted. Lily had wanted that night to happen, so he had taken her virginity, broken her heart and hadn’t known what to say to ease her emotional pain.
This time, he was going to make it better. This time, though barriers still stood between them, it wasn’t the same thing.
But dammit, he didn’t want to hurt her again. And he was going to.
He pulled the shirt over his head and cast it to the floor.
Naked, he advanced on her.
Ten years. Lily realized it had been ten years since she and Mac had last had sex.
Oh, they’d played the past couple days. But now they were going to fuck. He walked toward her, all bad boy predator, intent written clearly on his face. No smile, no fooling around. Light banter, teasing and play were over. This was serious business.
She gripped the top of the sofa behind her and waited for him, a trickle of fear entering her mind.
Don’t hurt me again. Her mind said it and she cast the thought aside as foolish and juvenile. She could handle this, she could keep her emotions separate from the act. It was physical. It didn’t have to be earth shattering.
Just great sex.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Mac threaded his arms around her and jerked her to him. She yelped in surprise as their eyes met. “What?”
“Great sex.”
Oh, God. She’d said it out loud. “Oh. Yes. Definitely.”
Before she said anything else moronic, she kissed him.
And he kissed her back. God, his lips were full, soft, masterful as he moved them over hers. Her world spun, literally, when he tilted her sideways. He invaded her mouth, swiped at her tongue and took possession of her.
Not earth shattering? Who was she kidding? She clutched at his arms, feeling the muscles bunch and strain as he held her. She felt like a pirate’s war prize being plundered after capture. He was marauding and she was the booty. She might actually be swooning. Not in the past ten years, with any man she’d been with since Mac, had she ever swooned.
Mac glared at Jessie. “What did you tell her?”
Jessie batted her lashes at Mac. “Why, nothing, Mac.
Would I reveal your deep, dark, perverted secrets to just anyone?”
Mac lifted a lock of Lily’s hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Oh, I think she already knows those.”
Warmth coiled low in Lily’s belly. Mac’s gaze never left her face when he said that. And Lily couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
“Oh, this is so my cue to go find my other friends.
Before you two get down and dirty right here on the grass and completely gross me out. I could get nightmares from the visual of that one.”
Mac’s lips curled upward. Lily tore her gaze from his and turned to Jessie. “I’m sorry. Please, stay with us.”
“Are you kidding? You two are putting off ‘hot sex imminent’ signals and it’s icking me out. It would be like watching my parents screw. I’m leaving.”
Lily giggled.
“I’ll catch y’all later. Be good and for God’s sake, get a room,” Jessie said, waving as she walked away.
“She’s adorable,” Lily said.
“She’s a pain in the ass,” Mac replied. “But yeah, she’s a good kid.”
“She told me what you did for her.”
Mac frowned. “She shouldn’t have done that. She’s got the biggest mouth.”
“You saved her life, Mac.”
He shrugged, stared ahead at the band. “She was just a confused kid with lousy parents. I knew where she was coming from. All she needed was a little guidance.”
Lily laid her palm against his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “You saved her life,” she said again.
This time, he didn’t look away. He pulled her onto his lap, wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want to talk about Jessie anymore.”
His eyes were the finest brandy, molten and intoxicating, and she was utterly lost in him. In this crowd of thousands, there was just the two of them.
He was going to kiss her. She should be thinking about where he’d just been. He might have delivered the virus to someone. But instinct told her he hadn’t.
Besides, he was going to kiss her. Some PI she was, huh?
She waited with agonizing impatience for that moment when his lips touched hers, when lightning would strike, when her world would spin out of control as it did every time Mac kissed her.
When his mouth descended on hers, when the tip of his tongue slid between her parted lips to touch hers, she clutched his shirt, her toes curled and she was lost.
Chapter Six
The crowds, the noise, everything around him disappeared as Mac held Lily in his arms and kissed her.
Wrong place, wrong time, as usual, but he didn’t give a shit. She was soft and warm, her lips giving under his, her tongue lapping against his in a lazy, oh-so-sexy way.
She tasted of beer and of Lily. A little spicy and sugary and a lot like the woman he could never get out of his head, no matter how much time had passed.
He shouldn’t do this to her, not again. Not use and discard her. But goddamn, he couldn’t help himself. She was the most potent drug he’d ever come up against and, God help him, he couldn’t resist the temptation. Her scent was the sunshine of a warm day, leather, and the musky perfume of woman.
His woman. She’d always been his woman, no matter what had happened when they were apart. Her lips were meant to touch his, her tongue a perfect match for his, her body fit against him like a matching puzzle piece. He’d never connected to another woman like this before. Even when they fought, they still meshed. He knew it—and he knew she did, too.
But just holding and kissing her in the midst of this crazy crowd wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch her more intimately, delve inside her, have what he hadn’t had in too damn long.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, slid her off his lap and hauled her to her feet.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.” He held onto her hand and leaned in, his lips touching her earlobe. “But I’m going to f**k you and unless you want me to do it right here in front of everyone, we need to find another place.”
Her breath expelled in a sigh, her warmth drifting across his neck. He leaned back to look at her. Her lips quirked. Her eyes glittered with passion. She nodded and didn’t say a word, just followed him.
Those were definite “oh hell yes” signals.
His c**k strained against his jeans, clearly outlined for anyone to see. Let them look. He could care less. Right now finding a spot to be alone with Lily was all he cared about.
Fortunately, he spotted a friend and hoped he had a solution.
“Jim.”
One of his old biker buddies turned around. In his late fifties, Jim and his girlfriend came to every one of these events.
“Mac!” Jim shook his hand. “Glad to see you here. And I see you brought a pretty lady with you, too.”
Mac nodded. “Where’s Sheila?”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Wandering around the shopping tents. God only knows what she’ll come back with this time.”
“You bring your RV?”
“Don’t we always?”
“Can we borrow it for about an hour?”
Jim took one look at Lily, then back at him, and grinned. “You sure can.”
“I haven’t pitched our tent yet and Lily needs to…uhh…lay down for a bit.”
“I’ll bet she does. A little hot out here today. Go ahead.” He dug his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Mac. “It’s parked over by the trees there,” he said, pointing.
“Door dead bolts from the inside. Sheila and I will make sure no one bothers you. We’ll be near the food tent when you’re done.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you one.” He clapped Jim on the back as he walked by.
“He knows exactly what we’re going to do, doesn’t he?” Lily asked in a low voice as they headed toward the RV.
“Of course he does. But he’s also stopped by my place to crash a time or two. Jim and I go way back. Don’t worry about it.”
Lily leaned into him. “Did I say I was worried?”
Her face was flushed, her lips parted. Maybe it was the beer, but she hadn’t had all that much to drink, so maybe it was something else.
Like need. Desire. Desperation. Yeah, he liked to think that’s what created the pink across her cheeks.
Jim had found a great parking spot for his RV, set way back from the mass of crowds and secluded behind a thick grouping of tall trees. Privacy. That’s what Mac craved right now. He unlocked the door and let Lily climb inside, then he threw the dead bolt after he closed it.
Lily stood in the tiny living room waiting for him.
They didn’t need small talk or any words between them. He walked over to her and dragged her into his arms, covering her mouth with his. A rush of expelled breaths, tangling tongues, and they started peeling off their leathers.
Mac squatted and undid the snaps on Lily’s chaps, then slowly drew up the zipper on each side. She didn’t speak, just tilted her head down and watched as he undid the buckle on the belt holding her chaps up.
Damn, he really liked undressing her. It was like opening a Christmas present. Next he removed her boots and socks, then started on her jeans, undoing the button and reaching for her zipper. His knuckles brushed her bare skin and he heard the rush of breath as she inhaled.
Good. He liked that he affected her with just a hint of contact. Because if he got that reaction from just his knuckles across her stomach, what would he get when they were full on na**d, when he was inside her?
His c**k lurched at the thought and a renewed sense of urgency spurred him on. He tugged the jeans over her h*ps and down her legs, holding her hand while she stepped out of them.
Then he leaned forward and reached for her ass cheeks, drawing her toward his mouth so he could bury his face in the vee between her legs. Even her panties smelled sweet, just like the woman inside. Hot, wet, musky, he couldn’t resist taking a swipe of her with his tongue. He could taste her through the fabric.
She shuddered and pushed against his face. “Mac,” she whispered.
He moved the panties to the side and slid his tongue along her pu**y lips, delving between the swollen cleft to dip inside. Her sweet cream poured onto his tongue and she trembled against him, her hand coming down on top of his head to grasp his hair.
Needing more than this, he pulled her panties down, unveiling her sex. Ripe, swollen, wet, she had the prettiest pu**y he’d ever seen. Bare at the lips and above with just a small patch of silken hair at her mound, giving him free access to roam. He licked around her clit, then closed his lips around the bud and sucked gently, listening to the sounds she made, eager to give her pleasure.
She leaned back against the couch and spread her legs wider. Oh, yeah. He loved a woman who enjoyed sex, who craved that orgasm as much as he did. And Lily wanted it. He could tell with every intake of breath, every lift of her hips, the way she looked on him with such intent—God, it was so sexy the way she watched, encouraging him with her eyes. He kept his focus on her face as he slid two fingers into her pussy. They went in easy, her walls gripping him, the muscles there already pulsing as he latched onto her cl*tand sucked again.
“Mac, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
That was the objective. To feel her squeeze his fingers, pour come all over his hand and let go. He really liked watching her in the midst of an orgasm, to know he was the one in charge of giving her pleasure. He rolled his tongue over the hard knot, moved his fingers in a steady rhythm in and out of her cunt. Her lips parted, her breathing quickened, and her eyes widened.
“Yes, oh yes, I’m coming,” she whispered, lifting her h*ps even higher, grinding her sweet, wet pu**y against his face as she cl**axed. The muscles tightened around his fingers and he held onto her cl*twith his mouth, lapping it gently through her orgasm until he felt her relax. Only then did he stand, pull her shirt over her head and reach around to undo the clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts. He couldn’t resist taking a taste of her nipples. The pink buds stood at attention, teasing him. He licked one, sucked it, flattening it between his lips and the roof of his mouth. Even her skin tasted sweet, the low moan she uttered adding to his pleasure. He released one, then sucked on the other, rolling it around on his tongue until it stood hard and wet. He stepped back to admire her.
Now she was completely na**d, her body flush with desire.
And he was still fully clothed, with one very angry, very hard c**k clamoring to get out. Rectifying that was the next step.
Lily stayed right where she was, leaning against the back of the couch, even teasing him by keeping her legs spread. Her pussy, swollen with the aftereffects of her orgasm, glistened with moisture. She watched him as he toed off his boots, then removed his chaps.
“Those are so sexy on you,” she said, expertly arching a brow as she inspected him.
He smiled, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, making sure he didn’t appear in too much of a hurry. They weren’t teens anymore, but damn he wanted inside her.
And then the realization struck that he’d only been inside her once. One time in ten years.
The last time she’d been a virgin, and it hadn’t exactly been his best moment. He’d been awkward about it then. Oh, he’d tried to make it easy for her. He’d kissed her, taken his time, licked her to orgasm first and made sure she was relaxed and primed so that penetration was minimally painful, but there had been more to it than that, because he’d known going into it that he was going to ruin her, that he was going to leave her that night.
He hadn’t wanted to do it, but she had insisted. Lily had wanted that night to happen, so he had taken her virginity, broken her heart and hadn’t known what to say to ease her emotional pain.
This time, he was going to make it better. This time, though barriers still stood between them, it wasn’t the same thing.
But dammit, he didn’t want to hurt her again. And he was going to.
He pulled the shirt over his head and cast it to the floor.
Naked, he advanced on her.
Ten years. Lily realized it had been ten years since she and Mac had last had sex.
Oh, they’d played the past couple days. But now they were going to fuck. He walked toward her, all bad boy predator, intent written clearly on his face. No smile, no fooling around. Light banter, teasing and play were over. This was serious business.
She gripped the top of the sofa behind her and waited for him, a trickle of fear entering her mind.
Don’t hurt me again. Her mind said it and she cast the thought aside as foolish and juvenile. She could handle this, she could keep her emotions separate from the act. It was physical. It didn’t have to be earth shattering.
Just great sex.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Mac threaded his arms around her and jerked her to him. She yelped in surprise as their eyes met. “What?”
“Great sex.”
Oh, God. She’d said it out loud. “Oh. Yes. Definitely.”
Before she said anything else moronic, she kissed him.
And he kissed her back. God, his lips were full, soft, masterful as he moved them over hers. Her world spun, literally, when he tilted her sideways. He invaded her mouth, swiped at her tongue and took possession of her.
Not earth shattering? Who was she kidding? She clutched at his arms, feeling the muscles bunch and strain as he held her. She felt like a pirate’s war prize being plundered after capture. He was marauding and she was the booty. She might actually be swooning. Not in the past ten years, with any man she’d been with since Mac, had she ever swooned.
