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  Glaring at him over her shoulder, she got up, panting for breath. She was satisfied to see him panting as well.

  “After all those women you’re still unfit?” she asked.

  “I see your dildo’s not working for you either. Your dress can’t hide your tits, baby. They’re rock hard.”

  He took a step closer to her. Before she could react his hand went between her thighs, touching her heated flesh. Gasping, Tate couldn’t fight him. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the air between them changed. Staring into his eyes, Tate felt his touch go from hard to soft. His fingers didn’t probe at her but stroked.

  She saw his face change as well. There was no longer a fierce look on his face. His other hand cupped her face, caressing her cheek.

  The fight left her. Tate didn’t have the energy to be angry anymore. All she felt was the lust and the pain at his betrayal. Gasping for breath, she allowed herself this one night. What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas, and for once she could have this without any fear.

  Catching his face between her hands, she tugged him down. Smashing her lips against his, Tate took the kiss she wanted from his lips.

  “Tate, baby, please,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Let me explain.”

  She shook her head. “No, no explaining. No nothing.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Pressing her lips to his, Tate cut off his apology. She couldn’t listen to it now. There was no way she could listen to anything he said. Pushing the jacket from his shoulders, Tate fisted her hands in his shirt. This was what she wanted tonight, nothing else.

  One night. One night without fear. One night without arguments.

  Tate wanted one night to forget the past between them. Closing her eyes, she slid her tongue into his mouth and transported herself in her mind back to their first kiss. She went back to her prom night where some people had laughed at Murphy being her date. The night had been lame, the dance awful with crap music and crap awards people gave each other to remember the glory days. The only upside of the whole experience had been Murphy. He was by her side with his arms wrapped around her, and she’d relished every single second of it.

  He’d taken her outside to look up at the stars, and the music was still beating out to where they stood. After they admitted their feelings to each other, Murphy held her close and they’d danced. She’d been caught by his gaze, and then his head had lowered. Like in a dream, he’d kissed her deeply, making love to her mouth.

  Opening her eyes, Tate pulled away from him. She wanted her prom night before he got the call that pulled him away from her. It hadn’t been the call that put him in The Lions nest. No, it had been the call that started it. She knew it as she looked at him, older, harder, and sexier than he’d been eight years ago.

  Had it really only been eight years since her prom?

  Counting back, she knew it was. Eight years without ever feeling his naked body against her. It was pitiful. She may use sex toys, but she’d never taken another man. In her heart and mind she’d been Murphy’s woman. When he’d left without a word, breaking her heart, she hadn’t been able to let anyone else get close to her. Licking her lips, she stepped out of his arms. Eight years was a long time to wait for him, too fucking long.

  Swallowing past her nerves, she reached behind her loosening the zipper holding her dress together. If she gave herself to him then maybe she could finally move on and not spend her life dwelling on what might have been.

  “Tate, what are you doing?” he asked.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” She wiggled out of the dress until it fell at her feet. Stepping out of the dress, she kicked it aside. Removing her bra, she threw that on top of the dress, facing him completely naked. Next, she released her hair from the clip binding her hair. “I’m getting ready to be fucked.”

  He didn’t move or say anything. Smiling, she stepped closer. His jacket was on the floor, revealing his tattooed arms. She’d sat with him through each tattoo. Running her hands up his arms, she caressed over each design. They were intricate, beautiful, and they brought back memories of watching his body be marked.

  “Tate.” He said her name as if he was going to tell her stop.

  Gripping the top if his shirt, she tore it from his body, cutting through his warning. She wasn’t going to stop. Tonight she was going to have her one night with him.

  “Where’s Kelsey and Eva?” she asked.

  “Tiny and Killer are taking care of them.”

  “Will Killer hurt her?”

  “No.”

  “Good,” she said, grabbing his buckle. “We’re doing this tonight. Tell me you don’t want to, and I’ll stop. We’ll stop, and nothing else happens.”

  Opening the buckle she pushed his jeans down his thighs revealing his thick cock to her touch.

  She touched him, wrapping her fingers around his length and started to work him over. “Tell me to stop, Murphy. Turn around, walk out the door, and it’ll be over. No more fighting, no problems.”

  Pick the club and walk away from me.

  Tate didn’t say the other words, but she thought them. Staring into his dark gaze she waited for him to still her movements. Holding her breath, she stared at him waiting.

  Time seemed to stand still while she waited for him to speak.

  He reached up, cupping her cheek with one hand as the other covered hers over his cock. “Harder,” he said.

  Tightening her grip around his shaft, she worked him over as he pushed the jeans from his body.

  “No past between us tonight.”

  “Fine.”

  Glancing down his body, she gasped as she caught sight of the slightly red skin around his abdomen. Her name was printed into his skin, and from the looks of it, he’d done it recently.

  Not tonight. Don’t question it tonight.

  Sex.

  She pushed her curiosity away and looked up at him. Her experience with men was a big fat zero. A dildo did as she asked without any argument. Murphy wasn’t cold rubber. He was all male.

  “When did you get the ink here?” he asked, pointing to the ivy decorating her hip and up under her breast. She’d gotten the ink when he’d left and she realized he wasn’t going to come back. The ink had been a split second decision when she’d caught him at the mall slobbering over another woman.

  Tonight, only think about tonight.

  No past.

  “I got it when I was ready.”

  He wanted to push for more. Covering his lips with a finger, she shushed him. Stepping away from him, she moved back until she found the bed.

  Sitting down, she slid onto the bed, opening her legs. “Come and get me, Murphy.”

  “No, Dillon. In this room, right now, you call me Dillon, not Murphy.”

  “Okay, come and get me, Dillon.” She loved his real name. Licking her lips, she had an idea. Sucking two of her fingers into her mouth, she stared at him as she pressed them between her thighs, stroking her clit.

  Moaning, she caressed down, stroking her wet fingers into her cunt.

  “Dillon,” she said, gasping his name. She was so turned on. There was no way she’d survive the night without him fucking her. She needed a man.

  He fisted his shaft, stepping closer.

  Crying out, she was shocked as he gripped her ankle tugging her to the edge of the bed.

  “We’re doing this my way. You’re not in charge, Tate. You’ll do as you’re told.” His fingers sank into her hair, cupping the back of her neck. “And you’re going to suck my cock, getting it nice and ready to claim your fucking cunt.”

  His words were harsh, but she loved them. She loved everything about him, which is what made it so hard to settle with him. Being second best was not going to be part of her life.

  “Open those sweet lips,” Murphy said.

  She did as he asked, knowing there was only going to be pleasure in her submission to him.

  He pushed the tip of his cock against her lips, brushing the head over
her lips. Pre-cum coated her lips, and she licked them, swallowing him down.

  Her arousal grew with the rough way he was tugging on her hair.

  “So fucking dirty and perfect. I dreamt about this moment.”

  His cock pushed in the first inch. “Wrap those fingers around my dick and feed it into your mouth.”

  They were really doing this. Tate covered his cock with her fingers, waiting for his next instruction.

  “Take more of me in this mouth. One night, baby, that’s what you’ve given me. Prepare to be awake all night. I’m not wasting any of it sleeping.” He slammed his cock deep, hitting the back of her throat. Before she could panic, he withdrew.

  She knew in her heart it was going to be the best night of her life.

  Chapter Five

  Murphy felt her mouth relax letting him fuck her in smooth, hard strokes. When he hit the back of her throat, he pulled away, giving her time to breathe. He didn’t want her to fear him. Stroking her cheek, he watched his cock disappear into the warmth of her mouth.

  Looking across the room he saw the mini fridge. Pulling out of her mouth, he went to the fridge. He opened it up, taking out several cubes of ice from the small freezer. Going back to Tate he found her fingering her clit. Shaking his head, he pulled her hand from between her thighs.

  Her lips were soaked with her arousal. Bringing them to his lips, he sucked the cream from the digits. It was his first real taste of her cream.

  “I’m going to feast on your pussy soon. You’re not coming until I say so.” Gripping her hair once again, he pressed the ice to her lips. “Open up and suck on it.”

  She took the ice cube sucking on it. When she finished, Tate opened her mouth. He saw the cube was gone, and he fed his cock into her mouth. She moaned around his length.

  Closing his eyes, Murphy counted to ten to try to contain his orgasm. Their first time together wasn’t going to be him climaxing like a randy teenage boy.

  “Do you like sucking my cock?” he asked, opening his eyes and staring back down at her.

  Tate nodded with her mouth on his cock. He gave her the other ice cubes and gasped between each one when her lips were around him. Her mouth was heaven.

  “How many other men’s cocks have you had in this mouth?” he asked.

  She pulled away glaring up at him. “How many women have tasted you on their lips?”

  Knowing his answer would piss her off, he kept it to himself. She took his cock back, and for several minutes he watched her working his length. Her saliva coated his shaft, and the suction was amazing.

  He really wanted to know the answer, but he wasn’t going to get it tonight.

  Tugging on her hair, he pulled her away from his cock. “Get on the bed. Spread your thighs.”

  She climbed on the bed, and he admired the curves of her ass. He wanted to fuck her there as well.

  Tying his hair with a band on his wrist, he climbed on the bed settling between her thighs.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  Smiling, Murphy got his answer. No man had touched or known this body. There was no way for a woman who knew the touch of a man between her thighs to be hesitant. Tate was hesitant, and he felt like one smug bastard. He knew there couldn’t have been another man. She never gave herself easily. The way she’d sucked his cock had made him jealous. No other man was going to feel how amazing her lips were. The only cock she’d be sucking was his.

  “I’m going to show this pussy some much needed attention.” He squeezed her thighs, watching her stomach quiver as he blew on the tiny thatch of hair covering her pussy. “I see the salon visits have come to an end. You’ll start them back up when we get home.”

  “Fuck you. This is all you’re getting from me,” Tate said.

  He’d see about that. If she thought he was going to be satisfied with one night with her then she was plain fucking stupid.

  Murphy silenced her when he splayed open the lips of her sex. Her clit was swollen, peeking up at him, begging to be sucked. Mouth watering at the sight before him, he inhaled her musky feminine scent. He’d not gone down on a woman for so long. Tate would be his first woman in a long time.

  Running a single finger through her cream soaked slit, Murphy watched her cry out. She was going to be blown away by his tongue.

  “Your dildo has nothing on me, baby. It can’t give you the kinds of pleasure I can.”

  Tate glared at him. Her fiery gaze went straight to his cock.

  “My dildo doesn’t talk back.”

  Smiling, Murphy disappeared between her thighs, licking around her clit down to press inside her open pussy. She cried out. The sound filled every sense, and out of the corner of his eye he saw her hand fist the sheets beside her body. Her toes curled around, and her hips jerked, smashing her cunt onto his tongue.

  “Fuck,” she said, whimpering.

  “Zero to the fake cock, and one to me.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” She growled at him.

  His response was to suck her clit into his mouth watching her collapse onto the bed. Biting on the hard nub, he sawed his teeth together. It wouldn’t hurt but create enough sensation between pain and pleasure. She wouldn’t know how to handle what he was doing to her body.

  Slamming two fingers into her cunt, he coated them with her juice and brought them back to press against her anus.

  She pulled away, shaking her head. “I don’t think so,” she said.

  “Baby, you’ve been answering all my questions with your responses. Now come here and let me lick your juicy cunt.”

  “You’re not touching my ass.”

  “Tate, soon I’ll be fucking your ass, and you’ll be begging for me to go deeper, harder than ever before.” Pushing her down to the bed, Murphy dived between her thighs, slurping everything she had to offer him. He didn’t touch her ass straight away. Murphy licked, sucked, and bit down on her pussy sucking her wet lips and clit into his mouth. She thrashed on the bed, and he had no choice but to hold her steady with hands on her hips to finish sucking her flesh.

  Her body was so sensitive to his touch.

  He heard her curse, crying out for him to give her an orgasm.

  “Does my baby need me to stop?” Murphy asked, leaning away.

  She was soaking wet, and the sight filled him with pride. After everything going on between them, he still owned Tate’s body. He hoped to regain her heart and trust. They would take a hell of a lot longer.

  “No, I need you to make me come. The night’s not getting any younger,” Tate said, screaming at him.

  Rearing back on the bed, Murphy grabbed his cock and brought the tip to her entrance. Before he could stop himself, he slammed deep inside her tight heat. Tate cried out, gripping his arms as he groaned. She was tight, burning hot, and so fucking perfect. Her new name would be his sweet perfection. There was no way she should feel so amazing. Sex was sex, and within one thrust, he was addicted to the feel, smell, and taste of Tate.

  They were both panting for breath. Staring down at his woman, Murphy felt a deep possessive feeling claw at him. Tate was his woman. Yes, he’d fucked up, but he wasn’t going to give her chance to push him away.

  “I see my cock shuts you the fuck up.” Leaning down, he kissed her lips forcing her to taste her pussy on his lips.

  Pushing his tongue into her mouth, Murphy tried with all of his might to stop her from thinking about anything but the way he made her feel.

  He lifted one thigh over his waist and then the other. “Tell me, baby, who’s better? The fake cock or me?”

  He eased out of her only to thrust back inside. She cried out, pressing up to meet him.

  “I’m not telling you.”

  Her cunt squeezed him tighter than her mouth ever could.

  “I won’t let you come until you answer me,” he said, warning her. “I can fuck you all night long without coming at all.”

  “You bastard.”

  “I always get what I want, Tate.”

 
; “Your cock is better, but I prefer my dildo. It doesn’t talk back.”

  He left her snug pussy to attack her clit with his tongue. Murphy didn’t let up. He felt like he was competing with a piece of fucking rubber. It was stupid of him, but he wanted her to be addicted to him.

  Flicking her clit, he was relentless in his assault. Her orgasm was what he wanted to feel. Licking and sucking her into his mouth, Murphy pressed two fingers into her pussy and felt how close she was to orgasm.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said, muttering the words against her nub.

  Tate screamed as her orgasm gripped her. He kept on her clit, not letting up until he was satisfied. Her cream soaked his fingers making them nice and wet. Sliding them to her ass, he pressed on her anus. She gasped and moaned still in the throes of climax.

  The tip of one finger slid into her ass, opening her up for him.

  A taster was all he was giving her.

  Releasing her body, he crawled up the bed and plunged back into her tight warmth.

  ****

  This was a mistake. Tate should make him stop before it got any worse. No words came. She didn’t want him to stop, and yet she wanted him to at the same time. Her body pulsed all over from what he’d done with his lips, and now the hard, hot brand of his cock was deep inside her.

  She was conflicted inside. Staring up at him, Tate swallowed down the lump in her throat. Fuck, she was still in love with him. Seeing him with all the layers taken away and the tattoo of her name made it hard for her to focus on hating him.

  Don’t think. One night, only one night, remember that.

  Giving herself an inner pep talk wasn’t helping at all. Closing her eyes, she lifted her hips feeding his cock deeper into her.

  “Tate, baby, look at me. No more fighting me. I’ve got you, and I promise I’m not letting you go.”

  “I promise you’ll always come first. The club means nothing to me unless I’ve got you. You’re my first, Tate.”

  His past words penetrated her thoughts.

  Covering his mouth with her fingers, Tate shook her head. “No, no promises to me. Not tonight.”

  It looked like he was going to say something else, and she shook her head. “No!”