Page 43 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
“That bet Hawke came up with, it has nothing to do with you, not really. It’s because he doesn’t know what to do with his own feelings.” My mouth drops open, and I have to blink several times to clear away the shock of his words.
He admitted it to me. He actually told me the truth. Maybe too little, too late considering Weston already brought it up, but still …
“Just for the record, I never considered playing the game. If you ever confess your love for me, I want it to be about more than just money.” Mace eases the Hummer into the gravel lot in front of the Elk and shifts into park. The house is so far off the beaten path, the boys don’t bother to hide the vehicles. If somebody makes it all the way up here, we’ve already been found.
“Mace …” I start, choking on my own words, confusion warring with a soft, sweet feeling inside of me that I don’t want to acknowledge. He glances over at me, and the air inside the car changes. Heats up. Burns.
As usual, when I’m overwhelmed with emotion, I go back to my worst vice of all.
Sex.
Throwing my seat belt off, I crawl over and squeeze between Mace’s massive chest and the steering wheel. It’s a tight fit, but one of the pluses of driving such a ridiculously large vehicle is the size of the interior. When Mace shifts the seat back a few inches, I find that we’ve got plenty of space.
We’re meant to be pressed together anyway.
Our mouths crash together, his huge hand cupping the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He was always one of the nicest guys outside the bedroom, but in it … Mace grabs a fistful of my hair, taking control of the kiss. His tongue parts my lips, demanding, asserting. His kiss is menace and affection wrapped into one, a dichotomy that I could get drunk off of.
He’s everything my depraved inner self wants: a man to love me, but a beast to fuck me.
Reaching between us, I free Mace’s thick shaft from his pants, my fingers so small in comparison as I stroke and tease him, eating up the growling groans spilling from his throat. When he reaches down to go for my cunt, and finds the pants in his way, he simply grabs onto my ass with both hands, and tears the fabric.
Pulling back slightly, I gape at him as he rends the pants right down the middle, finding the delicate lavender lingerie I’ve hidden underneath.
His blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks up at me.
“Talia, you naughty girl,” he snarls, and then he’s shoving my tank top up to find the lacey bra underneath. His hot mouth comes down, covering the purple fabric, sucking the hardened point of my nipple through it.
I throw my head back, digging my fingers into his dark hair, gathering him against me. He sucks my tits at the same time he reaches down, hooking my panties aside, and then encouraging me to lift up on my hips.
When he grabs my pelvis and pushes me down, spearing me on his thick cock, I groan with ecstasy, the adrenaline from finding the poster heightening the sexual tension between us. It’s just too much, all of this avoiding each other, and fighting, and worrying about feelings …
We needed this.
We needed each other.
I bounce up and down on Mace’s long, thick shaft, feeling it hit the end of me, knowing that if I were any other woman, I probably wouldn’t be able to fit him. It’s a miracle he fits inside of me at all, but I take great pleasure knowing I can handle it, that I can sheathe him fully inside my wetness.
He lifts his face from my breasts, putting his hand on my neck and forcing our mouths together again. We’re a tangle of tongues and teeth and saliva, but through it all, he never loses control. He’s always in control.
And I love it.
The horn blares as my ass presses up against it, and Mace moves his hands to cup me, squeezing and kneading the soft curve of flesh. He grabs hold of my pelvis and slows my movements, back to those long in and out strokes he likes so much.
When he comes, it’s like the releasing of so much pressure, so much tension. He snarls, and the sound reverberates throughout the car, like I’ve bedded some animal, some beast that I’ve finally tamed. Unlike in the kitchen, he actually finishes inside of me, blowing his hot load deep.
He then takes my fingers, sucks them into his mouth to wet them, and guides them to my clit, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as I finish myself off and then collapse against him, both of us panting heavily against one another.
