Spin the Bottle, page 8
“I’m on the pill.”
Stopped in his tracks, Mac stared at her. He was tempted. So tempted. “I never have sex without a condom.” Mac didn’t add he’d never trusted a woman enough to allow her to take care of protection.
“I haven’t had sex without protection either, Mac. I promise you, I’d never lie about this.”
Gut deep, he knew he could trust Lilli—wanted to trust her—but his brain had kicked into gear and couldn’t quite let go of the rule he’d lived by since he’d lost his virginity in the backseat of his car at seventeen.
Lilli pointed to her beside drawers. “The packet is in there. You can see I’ve taken all the days. I know that doesn’t prove I’ve taken them correctly but I swear to you, Mackenzie, I would never trick you like that.”
Mac stepped towards the drawers, his gaze never breaking contact with Lilli’s. He was on the verge of a second step when mind and instinct converged. Of course she wouldn’t lie to him. She had no reason to trick him, to attempt to trap him. Hell, if either of them were trying to set themselves up for life, it would more likely be him. Lilli had far more at stake than he did.
“Are you sure?” He had to ask. Had to give her every opportunity to back out before he couldn’t. Right now he still had enough brain power to go to his room and get the necessary protection, but once he touched her again he’d be lost to everything except her and his need to be buried deep in her hot body.
“I’m sure.” Her hand slid against his, her fingers weaving their way through his. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
She tugged on his hand, pulled him a step closer to the bed and used her other hand to push his underwear the rest of the way down his legs. Mac cupped her jaw and leaned forward to brush his mouth over hers. It was meant to be a sweet kiss. A soft caress of gratitude, but it rapidly turned urgent. Frantic with need and want, their tongues collided as each of them sought to quench the desire erupting between them.
Mac moved closer and pressed Lilli back against the mattress as he settled his body over hers. She yielded beneath him. Her softness cradling him in a warm embrace he was helpless to resist. His cock nestled in the slick folds of her pussy and he rocked into her, dragging a moan from both of them. Moisture coated his shaft and he continued to glide along her slit until he risked coming apart before he ever got inside her. But he wanted to be sure she came again, needed her near the edge when he entered her. He desperately wanted to feel her walls contracting around his length as he pounded into her.
“Now, Mac,” she panted. “I need.”
He tilted his hips and brought his cock to her opening. Wetness coated both of them and his crown pressed inside.
“More.” Lilli’s heels dug into his arse and he jerk in pain.
She still wore her fuck-me shoes. Mac smiled as he hooked his arms behind her knees and bent her legs against her body. His cock slipped a little deeper, and he sucked in a breath as Lilli moaned, her entrance squeezing him. Bracing his hands on the back of her thighs, Mac leaned back and watched as he withdrew and pushed back in. She hadn’t yet taken the tip and her pussy fought him every millimetre of the way. Damn, she was tight.
“Mac. Please.”
Dropping her legs, he leaned forward, his chest pressing to hers as he braced his elbows beside her head. He twisted his fingers in her hair and brought his mouth to hers. Rocking his hips, Mac edged in and out of her tightness. With each pass, he slipped a little deeper, and his need to sink to the hilt grew stronger. But the pressure on his cock held him in check. Her body wouldn’t give, and for a moment he wondered if this was what she really wanted. But she clawed at his back, her nails scoring his skin, and her need was obvious.
Breaking their kiss, he clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the desperate urge to slam home. Mac flexed his hips and pushed a little farther. The pressure on his cock was mind-blowing, and he was barely inside her. While the wet heat invited him in, her pussy’s unyielding walls held him out, and it took every ounce of control he had to ignore the call of his body’s desperate desire and respect the struggle of hers.
He eased back again, returned his mouth to hers and licked his way from one side to the other as he flexed his hips and worked his cock in. Unsure if the exhilarating sensations bombarding his groin were due to the lack of condom or her unbelievable tightness, Mac concentrated on teasing her with his tongue while pushing deeper. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, her spiked heels digging in and tugging him closer. Lilli’s hands slid down his back to cup his arse and her fingers pressed into the taut muscles, urging him closer still.
She tore her mouth from his, her breath rasping through her teeth as she demanded more. “Deeper. I need.” Her fingers and shoes dug into his flank a second before she launched her hips from the mattress and impaled herself on his cock.
The sharp cry of pain, along with the clamping grip of her pussy and rigid body speared Mac’s brain with a knowledge he’d failed to comprehend. “Fuck! Shit!” The words ground out through clenched teeth as he tried to pull out.
“No!” Lilli’s arms and legs encircled him like bands of steel. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
Her body relaxed against him and her breath eased through her nose at a steadier pace. None of it changed the fact that Mac was one hundred percent positive he’d just taken Lilli’s virginity. “Why—” His train of thought was derailed. Lilli’s pussy rippled along his length and her hips rocked, sliding his cock through her hot wet flesh.
“Oh,” Lilli sighed. “Don’t stop.”
She undulated beneath him, her pelvis driving his cock in and out of her pussy in shallow increments. Sensation swelled. His balls tucked tight to his groin as his mind was finally drowned out by the lust surging in his veins. He eased out, withdrew until only his tip remained enclosed in heat. Mac fought the need to slam forward. Slowly, he pushed back in, and the razor-sharp edge of need sliced along his nerves while the hot kiss of Lilli’s walls glided over his shaft. Her hips bucked against him, her flesh convulsing around him as her body demanded more.
Mac was lost. The scorching touch of her deepest parts sent a lightning bolt of liquid fire up his spine. Jolted by the electrifying throb of hunger that streaked through him, he pistoned his hips, ramming his cock into the channel that finally yielded for him. She moved with him, her body finding the rhythm of his, as he increased the length and speed of his thrusts. He drove deeper with each pass. Faster. Harder. His orgasm roared closer and he slipped his hand between them to search for her clit. Clenching his jaw, he struggled to hold on until she joined him. Determined they’d reach the top together, Mac manipulated the hard bud at the apex of her sex.
Lilli cried out. Her body bucked under his, her nails and heels digging into him with punishing force. Mac circled her clit, rotated his hips as he pulled out, pushed in. She writhed beneath him, her breath hot on his neck where she buried her face against him. The first spasm rippled through her into him and he picked up the pace of his cock and fingers. Lilli’s back bowed and her breath stalled on a strangled gasp she held for one heartbeat, two. Then she snapped. A whiplash-quick strike that broke the wave of her release over both of them.
He didn’t have time to absorb her body’s pleasure before he was swamped by his own. Fire exploded in a shower of sparks. His hips thrashed, his cock pounding in and out as hot pulses of come surged through his shaft and spilled into Lilli’s core. Each spurt squeezed his balls and zapped the breath from his lungs. Mac’s muscles trembled, exhausted. Slumping forward, he twisted to the side and took her with him. Holding her tight, he kept their bodies joined as he fought to catch his breath and find his sanity.
Every breath Lillian took saturated her senses with Mac. Mac and sex. Hot, wet, mind-blowing sex. She drew in another draft of air and savoured the scent. Her chest no longer heaved, but her heart continued to pound in a fast beat that pumped the lingering throb of her orgasm to all corners of her body. As the pleasure ebbed the dull ache between her legs intensified. The unmistakable pang of tissues stretched farther than ever before served as a reminder of what she hadn’t revealed. She’d hoped he wouldn’t be able to tell but feared the small cry that had slipped free when she’d experienced the sharp stab of pain as he’d finally entered her had been a dead giveaway.
Lil opened eyelids heavy with exhaustion. She wanted visual memories to go along with the emotional and physical ones. It was worth the effort. His skin glistened with sweat and she breathed deep again. The urge to taste him stole through her and she stuck out her tongue to indulge the desire. She licked the hollow in the base of Mac’s throat and the small indent fluttered beneath her tongue. The rhythm matched the thump of his heart that echoed through her breasts where they pressed against his chest. Her blood hummed with the satisfaction of release, but she felt desire rise once more.
Mac stirred, briefly tightening his arms around her before he leaned back and used two fingers to tip her chin up until their gazes met. His eyes swirled with sated arousal and other emotions she didn’t want to examine, but the longer he stared at her the more one emotion showed. She watched as satisfaction, desire, happiness, confusion, and finally anger moved through his blue eyes. Lil knew what was coming. Knew he wouldn’t be happy he’d taken her virginity—or that she’d neglected to mention it. If only she could find the right words, she might be able to convince him he hadn’t taken anything she wasn’t willing to give.
She’d been more than willing. Truth was she’d wanted him to be her first, although she doubted he’d be happy to hear that either. And sure, it hadn’t been all hearts and flowers with a declaration of love as she’d imagined a million times, but that was because it surpassed any naive fantasy she could conjure up. There had been no shortage of boys, and later men in her life, except none of them had convinced her to make that final step. From the moment her fifteen-year-old heart and body had looked at Mackenzie Harris as something other than her big brother’s best friend, Lil’s fate had been sealed. All boys and men from then on were held up to that one unattainable measure of a young girl’s imagined perfection.
Lil wasn’t sure if she’d placed him on a pedestal or if Mac had climbed up onto such a high platform on his own. Or if what she felt was the residual hero worship of a teenager or the love of a woman grown. It had been hard to tell because until she’d moved into this house with him and Lachlan they’d seen very little of each other. Even now, they barely managed a few words a week on average. And yet the bone-deep yearning she felt for him had never diminished. It had only grown stronger. One thing was certain, the emotions Mac stirred couldn’t be ignored and far outweighed anything any other man inspired.
He sighed and ran a fingertip along her jaw, up to her temple and back again. “Why didn’t you tell me?” The harsh tone of his voice made a lie of his gentle caress.
Lil shrugged. “No point, it wouldn’t have changed anything.”
Mac jerked back. “What? Of course it would have.”
She couldn’t think how he might have stopped the small amount of pain she’d suffered, but his next words soon made it clear.
“I never would have touched you if I’d known.” He pulled away, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to her.
A gasp exploded from her lungs as pain lanced her chest. She didn’t dare speak, couldn’t form words while she tried to catch her breath.
“You should have told me.” Mac bent his head and ploughed his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end more than their romp in bed had. “Fuck!”
He shoved to his feet and paced across the room, his fingers curled against his scalp, tugging the matted strands further. “And why the fuck are you still a virgin? What’s wrong with those men you date? They can’t be blind. Hell, the whole world thinks you’re fuckable. Are they gay? Stupid? Too in love with themselves to think about loving you?”
Lillian didn’t think Mac wanted answers. Not really. His questions were fired at the floor as he marched back and forth. If it wasn’t for the angry vibes coming off him, she’d be tempted to enjoy the view. It amazed her that even stark naked he possessed the ability to project menace. Every muscle rippled with strained energy as he stalked the length of her room. She reached for the bedding and tugged it up to cover her nudity. Funny how she felt more exposed now than she had when he’d been face first in her pussy.
A shiver skipped down her spine and goose bumps sprang up on her skin. His anger seemed to accelerate with each step he took, and the euphoria she’d been bathed in since he’d first kissed her slowly leaked away, fear and anger taking its place. Fear that he wouldn’t calm down and anger that he wouldn’t have touched her if he’d known about her untouched state. Anger quickly overtook the fear.
“For God’s sake, Mac, it’s not like you’re the only guy I’ve crawled into bed with.” Lil wrapped the sheet around her as she climbed off the bed. She ignored the twinge of sore muscles.
He stopped and pivoted on his heel. His eyes, dark with anger, bore into her. “I think what just happened makes that a lie.”
“You don’t have to have intercourse to go to bed with someone.” She turned her back on him and headed for her bathroom only to be brought up short when he grabbed her makeshift wrap. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed his hand where it gripped the sheet before bringing her gaze up to meet his. “Let. Go.”
“No. Not until you explain,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“I don’t have to explain myself, Mackenzie. I don’t answer to you.” She swung her hips and tried to yank the material from his grasp.
“Are you going to make me show you how wrong you are again?”
Lillian gasped. He wouldn’t?
“I see you remember how I proved you wrong last time.” Mac smiled as he let her go but neither movement brought her comfort.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” Lil turned to face him fully.
“Funny, just moments ago you were begging me to touch you.” He crossed his arms over his naked chest, one hip cocked to the side. “Among other things.”
Her traitorous body buzzed with arousal as the muscles in his biceps flexed. Damn. Did he have to look so gorgeous? Lil couldn’t stop her gaze from travelling down his body or lingering on his groin. His cock was no longer at rest and the sight of it lengthening—thickening—had her mouth watering and her pussy clenching.
Mac’s smirk turned conceited as he leaned forward. “I could have you begging again in seconds, Lilli.”
Her eyes widened and her chest rose as she sucked in a breath. He was right. He could make her beg in seconds. The worst part being her heart and body would welcome his attention. Embrace anything he offered. But her mind knew better. Lil straighten her spine and took a defensive step back. She refused to give in. Not now. Not yet. Anger still rolled off him and she refused to surrender until he saw her virginity as the gift it was. Unfortunately, she had the sinking feeling it would take Mac a long time to come to that conclusion.
“Running again, Lilli?” He matched her step.
She shook her head as she retreated farther.
He arched one brow and followed. “Really?”
Lillian moved before she thought. Spinning around, she dropped the sheet and lunged for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and throwing the lock before Mac could get his hand on the knob. She leaned back against the timber and closed her eyes. The solid panel vibrated along her spine as Mac bashed on the other side.
“Open the door, Lilli.” There was a bang, bang, bang on the door. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right out here no matter how long you hide out in there.”
The pounding stopped and the shuffling of bare feet on carpet grew quieter as Mac moved away. Ear plastered to the door, she tried to work out what he was doing, but no more distinguishable sounds penetrated the thick barrier. He’d gone suspiciously quiet. With a huff, she pushed away and strode across to the clothes basket in the corner. Rummaging through, Lil found the sweat pants and T-shirt she’d worn yesterday and slipped into them. If he was going to wait her out then she wanted to be fully clothed before she emerged from her hiding spot.
The pants and top offered very little in the way of protection for her heart or peace of mind, but right now she’d take all the help she could get. She could only hope Mac was getting dressed out in her room. If not, Lil would draw on the skills she’d learned over years of modelling, pinpoint a spot behind him and not take her eyes off it. As she slipped the T-shirt over her head, Lil caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and cringed. Her hair looked like a bird’s nest and the little bit of makeup she’d applied earlier was either smudged or gone. Sighing, she reached for a face wipe and cleaned her skin of all cosmetics. Once Mac was dealt with, she’d slip under a quick shower before she rejoined the party.
A twinge of guilt pierced her at the thought of leaving the party for even more time, but she knew Cassie would have everything under control. Still, she felt bad about disappearing for so long already. It had to be at least an hour since she and Mac had come upstairs. Lil really didn’t want to deal with Mac now. Not with the house full of people. But there was no getting around it. She’d have to convince him they needed to return to the party. If he wanted an assurance they’d talk tomorrow, then she’d hand him her passport and drivers licence. Hell, she’d hand over her entire handbag and even her house keys if that would help.
Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and opened the door. The sight before her made her pulse race and her palms sweat. He was in the same position as earlier, stretched out on her bed, his back resting on the headboard. Only this time the man didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. Lil swallowed over the lump of sand in throat. She licked her lips and focused on the painting above her bed as she moved towards him.
She bent down to pick up Mac’s jeans as she made her way across the room and, with a flick of her wrist, she tossed them on the bed. He’d sat forward when she’d walked closer, but now he got to his feet and stepped into his pants. Lillian tried not the think about the fact he was doing so without putting his underwear on first. Her heart kicked it up another notch. Struggling to wet the desert masquerading as her mouth, Lil closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Big mistake. The room smelled of sex. And Mac.
