Poker Face Page 11

Chances of him falling asleep?

  Slim, to none.

  *****

  Megan’s palm went to her chest as her shoulder blades rested against the back of the closed door. For the moment, she was safe from making a fool of herself, locked away in the bathroom. The same bathroom that still held the scent of the male who had been nude in the very shower she was about to get into. Under her palm her heart raced. Good grief. Her mouth had actually started to water at the sight of Drew standing there clad in nothing more than a white towel, a white towel that only made his tan skin even more noticeable. For a brief moment she’d thought she’d seen him check her out as well. She’d been so close to reaching out and touching everywhere her eyes had skimmed.

  He was perfect.

  She shed her sweaty T-shirt and shorts, stepped into the shower. The steaming water pulverized her flesh, and she closed her eye’s trying to get the mental image of Drew completely naked out of her mind. She squirted some of her lavender bath wash in her hand, applying it in slow sensual circles all over, foaming bubbles left everywhere she touched: down the front of her stomach, along the column of her neck, over the swell of her sensitive breast, between her legs… tingles had her lingering there on her swollen folds. The tips of her breast hardened. If just imagining Drew nude made her this hot, what would it be like to actually have him be the one touching her body? A shudder rippled through her.

  Would his penis be long like his fingers? Or would it stand thick, and crooked? She slapped a wet palm over her eyes. Jesus, was she actually thinking about how big he was? She’d totally lost it, hadn’t she?

  Megan, you have got a filthy mind. No wonder the guy has no interested in having sex with you. You’re too desperate!

  No that wasn’t it. He had sex with Bailey, and she was desperate, Megan could tell that by the way the girl had practically offered him sex standing right there outside of the barn, no matter who was watching. So what was it about her that turned off Jonathan Mackenzie’s womanizing son?

  Suddenly, more irritated than aroused, she killed the water, toweled off, and sifted through the clothes she’d brought to wear to bed. Crap. She’d forgotten to grab a bra and underwear. No panties, she could live with. No bra, that was a different story. She stepped into her cotton shorts, then studied the thin white tank top. Her dark nipples would definitely show through.

  So what?

  He has no attraction for you. Screw him. You never wear a bra to bed, why start now?

  As she’d expected the room was dark, except for the thin sliver of light coming from the nite-light in the bathroom, and Drew was already in bed, a still lump under the mounds of blankets. But he was on the wrong side, her side of the bed. Her hands went to her waist, but she only shook her head and sighed. Men. They always had to be difficult.

  Just as she’d promised, she tried to be as quiet as possible crawling in next to him. He lay on his side, facing away from her. She mirrored his form, only facing in the opposite direction, her wide-awake eyes focused on the wall. Damn. It sucked, feeling the heat coming off his back. He was asleep. He’d never know. Exhaling a breath, she wiggled closer, until her back was pressed as close to his as it could get. She exhaled another breath tucking her clasped hands in between the pillow and her cheek. Tried to close her eyes.

  “Are you okay?” came from his side.

  “Yeah… why?”

  “You keep sighing… I thought maybe something’s wrong.”

  You can continue to feel this way, or just tell him the truth.

  She rolled over, the front of her pressed up against his back. “Okay, something is wrong. I want to know what it is about me that turns you off?” She waited. Listened to his breaths. “Are you not even going to answer me?”

  He groaned, and rolled towards her. Suddenly he was there, breathing the smell of mint tooth paste against her lips, his dark eyes staring into hers. “You don’t turn me off.” He trailed two fingers down the side of her face, “It’s the complete opposite.”

  She swallowed hard. “Really?”

  “Really.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. When Drew kissed, he used more than just his lips, he used his tongue in a hot sensual way that made Megan melt. Every now and then he’d catch her bottom lip between his teeth and tug, only to lick away the sting. Out of all the guys she’d ever kissed, he was hands down the best.

  His fingertips skimmed her throat, her chest, over cotton, his wide palm covering a swollen breast. “You don’t have on a bra,” he choked out, glancing down at how well she filled his hand.

  In that instant she felt it, his pulling back. Oh hell no, he wasn’t going to get away that easily. (Not this time) Her fingers dipped over the bare flesh of his chest causing his muscles to tighten as she went down, down, following the dark line of hair to the elastic of his boxers. She didn’t hesitate slipping her hand in to take hold of his erection, it jerked twice when her fingers barely grazed it. Then she gripped the shaft. Oh man, it was long and thick, felt perfect in her hand.

  Drew sucked in a breath through his teeth. His kiss changed, turning rougher, and more urgent as he rolled her to her back. Holding himself up with arm’s bulging with muscles, he stared down at her while she stroked him. Her hand spread the juices seeping from the tip of his penis, something about knowing he was enjoying what she was doing made her wet. Her hand left his boxers, both of her hands slid around to grip his ass cheeks, pulling him forward until the length of him was stroking her center. Feeling as if she could have an explosive orgasm at any minute, she went for his boxers again, only this time she meant to strip them babies completely, along with her own clothes. I mean that’s what they were going for here, wasn’t it? To have sex. Getting naked was the first step in the right direction.

  He grabbed hold of her searching hand to stop its progression and collapsed down on top of her just like he had the last time, his cheek pressed to her chest. He struggled to catch his breath. She could feel his speeding heart, it matched her own. “We’ve got to stop. I don’t have a condom.”

  “Why the hell would you not have a condom?” She was way beyond sexually frustrated, and hadn’t meant for her words to come out so bitchy sounding, but then a disgusting thought hit her. “Wait. You don’t use protection whenever you screw all those skanks?” Gross. Aids was real. And it freaked the hell out of her. She bucked her hips in an attempt to throw him off her, it only served to have the opposite effect, exciting him even more.

  *****

  Drew grabbed each of her wrists as she tried to hit him. Not making a move to get off of her, he pinned her struggling arms to the mattress on either side of her head. He pressed his throbbing erection at her center, swallowed anything she was going to say with his mouth.

  His head snapped up, “You bit me!” He almost let go of a wrist to assess the damage with a fingertip, almost. His tongue flicked out over the tender spot on the corner of his lip, tasting metallic.

  “Get off me!” She squirmed under him again.

  He laughed, “All this, because I don’t have a condom.”

  Her legs tightened around his hips, another attempt to cause him pain. “Yes. I don’t have sex with guys who are stupid enough to not protect themselves or their partners.”

  He could feel the anger building. “Exactly how many “sexual partner’s” have you had, Filly?”

  “None without a condom.”

  “We’ve already established that. How many?”

  “It’s none of your damn business!”

  His voice was louder, sharper. “How many?”

  “Shh, are you trying to wake up everybody in the house?”

  “Answer the damn question.”

  Their eyes locked, hers narrowing on his hard expression.

  *****

  He wasn’t going to make her feel guilty. Not with his track record. And knowing some of those “she’s not a girlfriend, just someone I have sex with” was carried out without the use of a condom, made her sick to her stomach.r />
  His lips twitched as if he was having difficulty keeping from laughing. He urged, “Still waiting…”

  “Two,” she answered rather proud like. She twisted her wrist under his hold, but it was a moot point, he was way too strong. Tears stung her eyes, but she willed them away, not wanting to cry in front of him. How could she have allowed herself to fall for Jonathan Mackenzie’s son? Good Lord, her heart felt like it was literally splitting in two. And even worse, she still wanted him? Desperately.

  He lowered his chest onto hers, his hot breath next to her ear as he murmured, “zero.”

  Megan sucked in a breath. Her belly fluttered. She angled her head, forcing him to look her directly in the eyes. “What?”

  “You heard me. I’ve never had sex with a woman. Well, let me rephrase that… I’ve never had intercourse with a woman.”

  “But… how?”

  He shrugged a shoulder. “My mother left because of my father’s screwing around. I didn’t want to be anything like him.”

  “Bailey?” she asked, remembering the way Ms. Sunshine had clung to him.

  “Not interested.”

  “Are you gay?”

  He nearly choked on his own burst of laughter. “No. How can you even ask that?”

  “I don’t know. I’m trying to understand.”

  Letting go of her wrist, he kissed her, long and tenderly, pressing his weight into her. “You don’t need to understand it. Just know this… even if I have to drag my ass out of this bed to go buy a condom… I’m going to have you. Tonight. Do you understand?” She nodded, her eyes never wandering from his. Her throat went dry. “Store? Or not?” he asked her point blank.

  She couldn’t believe what she was about to say. Never thought she’d even consider it. “Or not,” her stomach dropped, “just make sure you pull out in time.” Her face had to be every shade or red imaginable. But she wanted him. It was the truth.

  “Are you sure?”

  She bit down on her lip and nodded. Her hands settled on his hard biceps, she traced the cords of muscles with her fingertips, then his strong shoulders and trim back. She wanted this beautiful man more than she’d ever wanted anything.

  He lifted the hem of her shirt. “Then let’s get rid of this.” Slow kisses were placed on every inch of skin revealed. His tongue swirled the tips of her nipples and Megan moaned. He grinned. “And these.” The elastic band of her shorts slid down over her hips, hips that were unable to stay still. Good Lord, he was driving her insane with need.

  Steady eyes took in her nude form, head to toe, and she almost blushed under his heavy gaze. His hands smoothed out, touching everywhere his gaze went. Nobody had ever looked at her the way he did. So complete. Like he was memorizing every curve and dip. “Wow, you’re gorgeous.” She started to shake her head. His lips lingered on hers. “Really Megan, you are. Beautiful.”

  He rose up over her, slid out of his boxers, and used his hand to place the head of his penis at her entrance, but instead of pushing inside, they both watched as he rubbed the head of it over that special place that made her eyes flutter close and her body to melt with pleasure.

  They both groaned. And then he was thrusting his hips slightly forward, sliding into her heat. Megan had never considered watching a guy's facial expression while he had sex, but with Drew it was different. She wanted to see it all. It aroused her, the pleasure displayed on his face with every inch he gained. He was magnificent. Male. Hers.

  A quarter in, she felt him shudder all over, his eyes never left hers.

  Halfway in, he muttered, “Ah, you feel so damn good.” And he collapsed down on top of her, breaking eye contact, panting, his flesh shimmering with perspiration from trying to hold back. “Oh hell, this isn’t going to last long. I’m sorry…” He told her through gritted teeth.

  She grabbed a handful of his damp hair, lifted his head. “Don’t you dare... I want to watch your face.”

  He grinned his usual sexy grin, kissed the corners of her mouth, thrust the rest of the way in. Some primitive sound tore from his throat and he started moving his hips, slow at first, then his pace quickened. Megan’s hips matched his intense rhythm as she felt herself getting near. Her hands went to his butt cheeks, her nails digging into flesh, urging him to give it to her harder, deeper, she wanted all of him. Instinctively, deep in the moment, her head lolled to the side and she closed her eyes.

  “Oh no you don’t, look at me, Filly.”

  She did, and came, came hard, her legs locking around his waist, her teeth biting into her lip to keep her from yelling out his name. A second later, he quickly pulled out, and skillfully stroked his length. His body tensed as jets of hot cum shot up and out, hitting her stomach, and her breast...and her hair. His mouth fell, “Damn. I’m so sorry,” spilled out after the last wave of his orgasm had subsided . He attempted to wipe the milky substances off the strands of her dark hair with his fingers.

  “It’s okay, Drew.” Megan’s mouth transformed into a happy, content smile.

  He collapsed down beside her, not able to hold back his laughter. He pulled her into his arms, both of their chests rising and falling fast.

  Day Thirteen (Friday the 13th)

  Drew squinted, forcing his heavy eyelids open against the bright morning sun forcing its way through the blinds. He groaned and tried to stretch, but found it nearly impossible. He lifted his head and glanced down at the sleeping beauty drooling on his chest. His arms tightened around her, and he smiled.

  Last night had not been a dream.

  He really was in bed with a girl.

  Not just any girl.

  Megan.

  His face hurt from smiling so much. Hell, if he’d known intercourse would feel the way it had, so satisfying, he and Megan wouldn’t have wasted the past two weeks arguing. Nose to hair, he breathed in her delicious scent, a field of wild flowers, and instantly he was hard again, ready for round three, or was it four? All he knew was he was already addicted. Addicted to touching her, tasting her, he just couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off of her. (This could be a problem). At some point, people would come looking for them, and force them to get out of bed. He moved down lower on the mattress, circling his tongue around the rosebud tip of her breast, already perky for the tasting. Megan groaned, and awakened with a yawn and stretch. Her fingers explored his messy bed hair. Creeping his way up her body, his devilish grin and heavy lidded eyes told her exactly what he wanted to do to her.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Right as his lips were about to touch hers, she slapped a palm over her mouth, squirmed out from underneath him, crawling for the foot of the bed on her hands and knees. “I have to brush my teeth first.”

  The problem was… her ass up in the air like that brought back memories of the image he’d gotten of her on her hands and knees, vigorously scrubbing the tile floor with a toothbrush. He wanted to take her from behind, doggy style. One of his large hands locked around one of her tiny ankles, and that was it, she was his.

  An hour later those people he’d known would come looking for them, came. Well, one of them came. A fist pounded the bedroom door. Tinks voice boomed, “Since you two missed breakfast, Birdie sent me to ask if you think you’ll be making it out in time for lunch? Or are y’all hibernating for the winter?”

  Drew’s eye’s shifted to Megan’s, and a twinge of guilt took root in his gut. Her face was bright red. It was obvious why they hadn’t come out of their room yet. “Yeah. We’ll be out in a minute,” Drew yelled back. Praying her guilt wouldn’t cause her to end what was already started.

  Megan was dressing: sliding on a pair of silk panties and reaching around to clasp her bra.

  “Do you really need those?” he asked, arms folded behind his head on the pillow, observing.

  Her brows pulled together as she stuck one leg in a pair of tattered jeans, lost her balance, recovered, then slid the other leg in, fastening the buttons. “Yes. I do. Don’t
even look at me like that. We have to do more than…,” her cheeks spiked with color, and she waved a hand. “… you know?” She ran a brush through her tangled hair.

  He noticed, when the sunlight was pouring into the room, her hair had deep red highlights that shimmered against the brown. And skin the color of a sandy beach, not colorless like a fresh snow. He was a lucky bastard, that a girl like her would even give him the time of the day, much less introduce him to his new favorite thing to do.

  “No, I don’t know. Why don’t you explain what we’ve been doing, Filly.”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” the brush landed on his gut, and he sucked in air. “We have to do more than have sex.”

  “Who says?” he asked coming up behind her. He slid his arms around her waist, his chin resting in the curve of her neck. She giggled.

  He murmured, “You know, I think that’s the most amazing sound in the world.”