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 na**d 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 f**king 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 f**ked.”
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 c**k 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 f**king 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 f**king 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 c**k 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 f**king dirty and perfect. I dreamt about this moment.”
His c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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.