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  Suki’s heart dropped and her stomach tensed, her chest heaving as she struggled with how to respond. His intense stare shook her to her core as if his eyes were demanding an answer. She glanced down at the floor. “Don’t go.”

  Before she could lift her head, he was on her, his hands in her hair and his warm, soft lips pressed against hers. He caressed her dark locks between his thumb and forefinger, gently at first and then more insistently. He roamed the length of her body with his free hand, exploring her curves over her clothes as his tongue demanded entry to her mouth. She parted her lips, slipping her arms around his waist as their warm saliva comingled.

  Plunging forward, his tongue met hers, twisting and plundering, owning the sultry oral cavern as he explored. Her knees weakened as her breasts compressed against his hard chest. She pulled away on a moan, breaking the kiss. Their gazes locked for an instant, and she gathered a breath before they simultaneously rushed in for more.

  His scent filled her nostrils, sending waves of arousal to her erogenous zones. His hands moved down her back before roughly grasping her ass, pulling her closer. The smell of him, the taste of him and the heat of his body—she couldn’t get enough. She tightened her hold on him, pushing her body against his in an attempt to get closer even as their bodies melted into one another.

  Their movements seemed to synchronize as they pulled apart just long enough to strip away some articles of clothing before roaring back together for more kisses. She lost herself in the heat of his body and the bliss of his tongue stroking against hers, every flicker heightening her arousal. Her pussy pulsed as he jerked away from the kiss, panting as he yanked her pants and underwear down in a single motion. She swallowed, immediately missing his lips against hers. She was barely conscious of her nudity until he squeezed her breast, his fingertips pressing into her flesh. She moaned, completely under his spell as he nudged her backward, his hot breath at her collarbone.

  A firm push sent her flopping onto her bed on her back. He stood over her, shedding what was left of his clothes until he stood before her naked, lean, hard, and muscular. Every inch of him was fitness-magazine-cover perfect from his chiseled pectorals to his well-defined abdomen and his strong limbs. A sudden pang of insecurity struck, and she placed her hands over the two fleshy rolls creasing together to hide her navel. She spread her fingers apart for more coverage.

  “Whatcha’ doin’,” The Appalachian twang he’d undoubtedly worked hard to lose slipped through, and a short, nervous giggle escaped Suki’s lips. He looked down at her, his muscles glistening with sweat as his long, hard cock jutted out. A glistening bead dripped from the bulbous, red tip, hanging precariously for a second or two before dropping on Suki’s leg. Malcolm grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from her midsection. “Don’t hide those sexy curves.” He brushed his hand across her belly. “I like the softness.”

  Suki’s pulse throbbed in her neck as her heart rate soared. She smiled at him as she lifted her torso and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and wrapping her hand around his thick, veiny cock. She stuck out her tongue, lapping at the head, and capturing another bitter bead. He ran his hand through her hair before balling up a fistful of her locks and tugging. “Don’t. I can’t be gentle right now.”

  He pushed her backward again, leaning over her. His teeth scraped against her flesh before he roughly sucked her nipple into his mouth. She squealed then groaned, relishing the thin line between the slight pain and the aching pleasure. He moved between her legs, his hands roaming her hips and legs, squeezing her thighs and buttocks. She tightened her abdominals, bearing down against the mattress with her ass as she lifted and spread her legs. He glided his hand across the junction between her thighs, lightly teasing her folds before running his fingers through the small patch of dark, black curls crowning her entrance. His fleeting touches were sweet torture. She bucked her hips, pushing her wet entrance against his palm. “Mmm, ah, more!”

  The voracious sucking ceased with a hard draw of her nipple, leaving the tawny nub swollen and protruding as it popped free from between Malcolm’s lips. “Someone’s anxious.”

  She squeaked as two of his fingers pushed inside of her, fast and without warning, hungrily exploring and palpating her channel. Her face burned with a mixture of insatiable desire and warm shame. As much as it had hurt some ten years ago, she was thankful she’d broken her hymen in the saddle and wouldn’t have to confess her inexperience.

  She moaned, arching her back as she clung to him, pushing her fingertips into his back. He traced the areola of her uninitiated breast with his tongue, alternating between the tantalizing motion and nibbling at the hardening peak. She panted as his thumb strummed her clit until he pressed against a spot deep within her, making her cry out in response to the blissful sensation. As she gasped and groaned, he lifted his head. His cocky smile and raised eyebrow showcased his strong jaw and chiseled features. “Found it.”

  He grabbed the base and positioned his dick at her opening. She mentally girded her loins, grasping her comforter with both hands before he drove his shaft inside of her in one hard thrust.

  “Umph.” Her eyes widened as his considerable length jarred against seldom used muscles and many previously untouched areas. She panted while staring up as his sexy, carnal expression as her wet arousal allowed her to accommodate his girth. She reached around his torso, placing her hands on his shoulder blades and scraping her nails into his skin as she entwined her legs with his.

  “Mmm, so tight.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling at her flesh. “I’m going to move now; okay?”

  She nodded. “Yes.” Her eyes widened. “No—Wait!”

  He’d pulled back and plunged forward once, stilling again. “What? What’s wrong?” His chest heaved as he stared down at her.

  “Do you have a condom?”

  He shook his head. “I hadn’t planned on staying in town long, much less get laid. It’s fine. I’m clean. Aren’t you on the pill?”

  She shook her head. “I’m not very experienced.” Oh, hell. Please don’t ask if I’m a virgin—I’ll die!

  His throat moved as he swallowed and closed his eyes. “Do you want to stop?”

  Every rational thought was screaming at her to think about her future but her body quivered beneath the inferno of stifling undeniable yearning. She had loved him for more than a decade, dreamed of this moment and couldn’t bear to relinquish their shared warmth. “Don’t stop.”

  He puffed out a heavy breath before leaning in to brush his lips against hers. “Good choice.” He bucked his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. She held on to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her peaking nipples scrubbing against his flesh as their breathing synched. She arched her back and moved her hips, meeting each thrust. “I can’t hold back much longer…I’m gonna go hard.”

  She moaned as he increased the speed of his movements, his pelvis holding her down as his groin slammed against her quivering folds. Squelching sounds mingled with their heavy breathing and cries of passion as the coiling built up in the pit of her belly. The pleasure intensified with each direct hit against the special spot deep inside until she was like an arrow pulled back on a crossbow, teetered on the edge and ready to soar on a wind stream of bliss. “Ah, Malcolm…Mal!”

  Her muscles contracted and she cried out while clenching down on his shaft. He grunted, holding a handful of her dark locks in his grip as she shook in orgasm. Struggling to catch her breath, she spread her legs wider as he thrust into her, his groin pushing against her as if he were attempting to plunge deeper than his hilt would allow. She met his gaze, nearly losing herself in his gorgeous eyes. “Wow.”

  He smirked before his mouth pushed into a full grin. He pulled out his throbbing, fully-erect cock, veiny and dripping a thin string of hot cream. She gasped, her eyes wide. He tilted his head. “You didn’t think I was done; did you?” While lifting an eyebrow, he reached down and massaged her trembling thighs before he slipped to his knees. �
�I’ll let you catch your second wind while I eat this up, but then I’m gonna have you up on your hands and knees.”

  Mal shoved his face between her thighs, sucking her throbbing button in between his lips. Suki writhed, lifting her hips and pushing her sex toward his mouth, moaning as his tongue teased her folds. His head moved side-to-side, stimulating her sensitive cunt and quickly bringing her to orgasm again. She balled up her fists as she cried out, “Oh, God!”

  “No, sweetie, I did that, not God. Now roll over.” A sideways smile graced his face with a sexy mischievousness as he ran his hands over her stomach and breasts before reaching beneath her ass and flipping her over. “Hands and knees, baby.”

  Suki obeyed, arching her back so her pussy pushed through her thighs and her bottom stuck up in the air. She glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of the look of longing on his face as he stared at her ass. He grabbed her large globes, one in each hand, squeezing before he leaned down to kiss, lick and nibble at them. She moaned as he worshipped her bottom, lavishing attention over every inch. His teeth scraped her ample flesh just before he sat on his knees. He positioned his shaft and pushed into her, filling her tunnel.

  “Oh, ah…yes!” Suki quivered. He grabbed her hips as he bucked, yanking her back toward him as he plunged forward. He hit her special spot immediately, sending her into mind-numbing ecstasy. “Aaahhh!” Tremors ran down her spine with each thrust even as the hard smacking of his body against hers sent her launching forward, her hair moving back and forth in front of the sides of her face like a curtain blowing in the wind. “Ah, ah! It’s so good.”

  He grabbed her nape pushing her toward the mattress and hammered into her hard and deep as her climax ripped through her, making her squeal. He grunted, pounding into her twice more before pushing so hard she felt a tinge of pain as he moaned. She peeped over his shoulder, studying his erotic expression: his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open and sweat dripping from his hair as he released inside of her. The mattress shifted beneath her as he flopped down beside her before gathering her into his arms. His warm breath covered her ear. “That was amazing.”

  Suki’s heart battered her chest as he combed his hand through her hair before twirling a few strands around his fingers and nuzzling his face at her neck. She’d finally had him after dreaming of making love with him for years. Anxiety scurried through her stomach as she rested in his arms, recounting the experience in her mind.

  We didn’t make love. He fucked me. What had happened between them had been hot, fervent and mind-blowingly passionate but not at all romantic, and she held no delusions of him loving her the way she adored him. “I need to use the bathroom.” She struggled to keep her voice from cracking as she scooted to the edge of the bed before hurrying off to tidy up and use the toilet. After peeing, she folded over some tissue before wiping, cleaning the sticky remnants of her first time off of her pussy, ass, and thighs. She stifled her barely restrained tears, working to steady her breathing as she silently admonished herself. Unprotected sex—so stupid!

  After retrieving a washcloth from her linen closet, Suki soaked the fabric with water from the sink, she wrung out the excess before wiping her body. She brushed her teeth and hair before washing her face. A knock on the door drew her attention away from the uncertainty in her heart just before the door slowly opened and Mal peeked his head inside. “Hey.” A gust of sexual energy buzzed between her legs as she heard his husky voice.

  “Sorry, did you need to use the bathroom?” She wrapped her arm around her breasts, managing to cover her nipples while placing her other hand over her bush.

  He grinned. “Nah, I used the one down the hall—I used to live here, remember?” He tilted his head catching her gaze as he trailed a single finger down her forearm. “You’re not getting shy on me now; are you?”

  Her eyebrows rose and came closer together, her eyes widening as her bottom lip turned down. “Uh…I.”

  “I know I came on strong.” He shifted his weight from side-to-side, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. “It’s never happened to me before.”

  Her eyes widened and her heart raced as her lips turned upward. “It was your first time?”

  He squinted, shaking his head. “Naw, I mean a rut.”

  The enthusiasm and joy she’d been feeling drained away as a lump began to form in her throat. “Rut?”

  “Yeah, I’d read about compatible couples going into heat like that, but it’d never happened to me.” He looked off to the side, his cheeks reddening. “Truth is, most of my experience is with human women.”

  Heat? He said he did it with me because we were in heat! A hollow, aching filled her chest and her stomach churned. “I wish we’d used protection.”

  He hissed through his teeth. “Yeah, sorry. I should have at least pulled out, but in the moment, I couldn’t stop.” His eyebrows lifted and his eyes widened. “Hey, I can run to the pharmacy and buy you some of that emergency contraception.”

  She slipped on her blue terrycloth bathrobe. “Really?”

  “Sure.” He nodded. “I’ll throw my clothes on and go now.”

  A slight smile curved her lips. “Thanks.”

  Endorphins and adrenaline kept Mal on a natural high as he gathered his clothes off of Suki’s bedroom floor before getting dressed. He ran down the stairs with a spring in his step, pulling his car keys out of his pocket. He walked through the mudroom and opened the door to the garage. He shivered, rubbing his arms. He’d expected the room to be cool but not cold, and he could see the track lighting near the driveway. Did Dash leave one of the garage doors open? He sniffed as he felt around on the wall for the light switch. Something was off—he smelled paint. Finding the plastic toggle, he flipped it upward, illuminating the area. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in brightness. While holding the wooden rail, he walked down the steps from the door to the concrete parking pad. He looked around to the left where his father had previously kept five vehicles, including a luxury sedan and a couple of cool sports cars, when he was a teen. A van equipped for a wheelchair was the only vehicle remaining. He sucked air through his nostrils, grimacing at the foul chemical scent as he turned to his right.

  Mal’s jaw dropped as he read the hateful words scrawled across the beige wall in dark black: DIE ABOMINATION. His pulse throbbed and the vein on the side of his head nearly popped. As his gaze fell on the discarded spray paint on the floor, his first inclination was to cover the words before Suki could see them.

  He squatted down and reached for the can, but as he realized he needed to report the death threat to the police, a shadow looming over him alerted him to the presence of another. His reflexes kicked in, and he turned sharply, sweeping his assailant’s legs out from under him. A man’s voice, somehow familiar, cursed as the figured dressed all in black dropped. Mal closed the distance between them, grabbing a fistful of fabric from his sweatshirt as he straddled the creep’s thick waist. As he reached out to remove the dark ski mask concealing the vandal’s identity. Excruciating pain sear across his back pushing deep enough to force all the air from his lungs. He tried to open his mouth and scream a warning for Suki but the shock took his consciousness before he could form the words.

  Chapter Eight

  Mal’s back hurt and his head spun. He kept touching his face, using his fingertips to search for scars as the memories of skull smashing through glass along with a strong smell of alcohol flickered through his brain. He dug into the scene, attempting to pull more details into the light. He recalled lifting his hand to touch his battered face but nearly knocking himself out with a hoof. His neck—there were hands around his throat. Fuck—that hateful old bastard was strangling me to death. He had tried to cough but couldn’t breathe. Pain—he remembered the agonizing sensation of someone leaning on his chest.

  Awakening on a gasp, Mal tried to sit up but Doctor Jenkins placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re okay, boy. We’ve got you.” He glanced around the room, struggling to get his be
arings. Old barrel racing trophies held down some papers on the shelf above his lightly stained oak wood desk. Dark blue curtains and a coordinating blue and green plaid comforter brought color to his drab gray walls. He was at home. The old man wasn’t there, not that he’d expect him to be, but why was his dad’s partner there? “Where’s my mama? Um…I mean the housekeeper.”

  A sweet scent wafted over his face and he jerked his head to the side, noticing the woman seated just about a foot away from his shoulder. He smiled as he recognized her almond-shaped eyes and the little beauty mark on the left side of her face just to the right of her inky-black, arched brow. “Hey, Suzy Q.” He reached out his hand and she took it, her pretty Asian-American features lighting up with her smile.

  “You remembered me?” She bit down on her bottom lip.

  “My head’s a mess, but of course, I do. Didn’t I just give you a ride home the other day?” His gaze fluttered over her worried expression and he squinted, looking away. “Wait, no that’s wrong—you were just a kid that day, but who wouldn’t recognize this. He reached out and placed his index finger on the small mole near her eye.

  She grumbled in a soft tone. “Oh, now he remembers.”

  He furrowed his brow and pinched the bridge of his nose as he groaned. “I knocked that liquor cabinet to pieces; huh?” He chuckled, glancing back at Doctor Jenkins. “I imagine the old man is still in the study on all fours, lapping up all the booze that spilled out of the broken bottles. Can you treat tongue lacerations?”

  The doctor exchanged looks with Suzy before holding up all the digits on his hand but his thumb. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

  “Four.”

  “Good. What’s your name?”

  “Malcolm Patterson.”

  “How old are you, Mal?”