Prick Tease (Tangled Desires Book 1) (12 page)

“Of course you don’t,” he says. “You were days old. Rush was already fully into magic by then and the three of them wanted to make you disappear. I think they were pissed you weren’t a boy.”

“Sounds about right.” I tangle my fingers with his, my heart fluttering because he hasn’t let go of me.

“Yeah.” He rubs his thumb over mine. “I was fascinated. Here’s this screaming god-awful bundle of girl.”

I nudge him in the ribs, and he snorts. “You have to remember, I didn’t have anyone but my grandfather. Nobody gave a shit about me, and at the time I didn’t understand how amazing what your parents did for me was. But you…” He pulls up short, curling me into his arms. “You took my thumb between those tiny pudgy little fingers and smiled up at me.”

“It was probably gas. Babies have a lot of gas,” I murmur. 

He chuckles and presses his lips to my hair. “Maybe, but I was the only one you got gassy for. And I fell in love with you. Not like this.” Tilting my face to his, he brands my lips with his own. “Not then. Hell, I was six. Didn’t even notice girls until a couple years later. But I made a promise to you, to your parents, to myself. As long as I could be part of your family, I was going to be the best big brother you’d ever have.”

“You were, you know. The best brother a girl could ask for. But not mine.” I take his hand and clasp it against my cheek. “I love my brothers, even though they drive me crazy, but you’re the one who stays in my memory the most.”

“I wish I could see things as clearly defined as you do.” He slides his arm around my waist. “Are your feet sore?”

“Pure agony.”

“Come on, I’ll carry you.” He turns around and lifts my arms around his neck, bending his knees so I can get on his back.

It’s almost too weird having him carry me, like everywhere we turn is a reminder of things we used to do. “So why did you cut me out of your life? All I know of the past seven years is what the boys have told me.”  

“Because I couldn’t keep that promise.” He winds his arms around me, balancing my weight on his hands. “I knew it was wrong, but those feelings changed. It wasn’t until I came back that I realized I didn’t love you the way I used to. That having you be part of my life wasn’t going to be enough anymore.”

He trails off, and I’m starting to understand how deep his feelings actually run. How difficult it is for him to admit this to me. “That night we kissed. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I couldn’t control myself around you. I knew it would only get worse. That’s why I had to leave you behind.”

“I thought you were angry with me for kissing you. I thought you hated me.” I rest my cheek on the back of his neck. “You ran like you’d been stung by a scorpion.”

“Never.” Keeping one palm on my ass, he reaches up to squeeze my hand. “But you were only sixteen, sugar. You didn’t understand what you were doing. Didn’t know what you wanted.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong. That I’d always known what I was doing.

“Do you think your brothers would have forgiven me if I’d done anything about how I felt?” he asks. “Hell, do you think they’d forgive me now if they knew what’s been going on these past few days?”

I want to believe they would, but they’ve always been so protective of me. “I think they’d realize it’s what we want. We’re both adults. It’s different now.”

“Is it?” He lets me go as we reach the stairs to Tom’s front door so he can find the key in the circuit box and unlock the door. “You’re still so young, Claire. Only twenty-two. I didn’t know what I wanted at that age. How can you be so sure?”

“Because it’s never changed.”

“But it could.” He slides his hand around my waist to the small of my back and pulls me up against him. “You wanted to know if I wanted you. Can you feel what you do to me?”

His chiselled arms tremble around me as he nibbles my lip. “But your family is my family. I’ve been so lucky to have them. I’m not going to break my loyalty to them for a fuck. Do you understand?”

***

Razer’s words have been doing laps in my head and breeding questions I need answers to. Like why the hell he’s so damn certain I don’t know what I want. If he were anyone else then maybe I’d believe him. After all, it’s only been a week since I called off the engagement. I should be holed up, sinking ice cream cocktails like they’re made of air instead of mega-doses of calories, while crying into a scrunched up wad of Kleenex. But I’m not, because as soon as Razer rode back into my life, I realized he still held my heart in the palm of his hand. What I wanted hadn’t changed since I was sixteen. Sliding out of bed, I pad to his door. It’s near silent in the dark hallway and for a second I hesitate.

Not because I’m scared of rejection. He’s already doled that out in bucket-loads. But those butterflies have multiplied tonight, diving and dancing between my ribcage and my belly. When he opens this door I’m not going to give him a chance to try to change my mind. My fist hitting the door sounds overloud and I cringe as I double guess whether he’s still awake. His footfalls are heavy but muffled by the thick carpet before he pulls open the door and my tongue rolls out of my head.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of loose track pants that sit low on his hips. I can see the solid cut lines of the V that leads beneath the waist, into territory I’ve seen but never, ever thought I would actually get to touch. As he leans against the doorframe, scrubbing a hand over the thickening scruff on his jaw, he runs his gaze over me. It settles on the hem of my T-shirt, his T-shirt. The one that barely covers my panties. “What are you doing, Claire? I thought we were done with this.”

I don’t say anything as I take his hand and lead him into my room. My hands shake as I shut the door behind me. All the words I could say won’t convince him that I mean it when I tell him I want him. So instead I take his hand and lead him to the bed. Razer’s a man of action, and the only way to persuade him that I mean what I say is to prove how far I’m willing to go to have him.

He stares at me, his eyes full of heat even when his control is so tight I fear it might snap at any moment. My knees hit the edge of the mattress and my chest tightens. I’m not sure where to start. This isn’t exactly how I foresaw my first time. I thought I’d be married, in love. It should have been romantic. Do I strip and lay on the bed and wait for him to make the next move, or…?

“You’re damn certain, sugar?” He closes the distance without me being aware and my breath hitches, his scent filling my senses.

My mouth waters, and I swallow hard. Maybe I’m not sure of how to make this less awkward, but I know it’s what I want. I’ve dreamed about this night for years. Ridiculous, and yet somehow the fact that it’s him and that he’s the only man I’ve fantasized about like this, in Technicolor detail makes it its own kind of perfect. “Please, Raze.”

He groans and brings his hand to my face, brushing the pad of his thumb across my cheek before sliding his fingers into my hair and tugging my head back so he can slant his lips across my mouth. His kisses are an addiction and for a split second I wonder if after tonight I’ll be addicted to him in ways I can’t even fathom. I brush off the thought, and press my palms to his chest, sliding closer and on tiptoe, nibbling his bottom lip and darting my tongue over his.

Razer

I can’t get enough of her mouth as I press her back toward the bed. I’ve tried to keep my distance, tried to frighten her off, but I can’t fight the pull she has on me. I should be able to. I should be strong enough to fight the enemy that is my feelings for her, but I can’t. Licking my way inside her mouth, I grasp her hands and wrap them around my neck. “I’m going to give you what you want. But don’t expect too much of me. I’m not going to make you promises of a tomorrow I can’t keep.”

I don’t mean these lies I tell her. I’m still trying to save us from going down this path where I won’t be able to push her away any more, but they’re hollow words. I don’t think I could pull away from her now if my life depended on it.

“I don’t need promises.” She whimpers, her mouth still clinging to me, her whole body aligned with mine so that I can feel her breast rise and fall, her pelvis rubbing against my erection.

“Sure you do. You’re a good girl. Always will be.” I trace a knuckle down her side before squeezing her hip.

“Do you like good girls, Raze?” she whispers, grazing her lips from my mouth, down my jaw, and along my throat. Fleetingly, carefully.

“I have a feeling I do.” I want to tear her clothes from her, I want to see how fast she can undress me, how quickly I can have her sprawled beneath me while I slide inside her and find out if the real thing lives up to the fantasy. I’m kidding myself if I think there’s any chance having her won’t be so much better than anything my mind can conjure.

I devour her mouth like I fucking own it, holding nothing back. For seven long years I’ve been waiting to do this. Fighting the urge to find her and make her mine. Fantasizing over having her wrapped around my cock, or on my face. “Be a good girl and take your clothes off.”

She steps back, her fingers fumbling at the hem of my T-shirt. For a second she hesitates, her gaze holding mine. Then she moves swiftly, stretching it up over her arms and discarding it on the floor. Standing there in nothing but her bra and panties, such skimpy pieces of lace, she makes me forget I ever saw her as anything but a grown ass woman.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Like it?” I cover the distance to plant my mouth to her shoulder, nipping my way along her clavicle while I brush my thumb across her breast. “You’re fucking art.”

She inhales sharply as I brush my thumbs from her nipples down along the edge of her bra and around to the back. The hooks come undone with a quick squeeze, and I drag the straps down her arms. Her tits rise and fall with each breath, and she clings to me with a whimper when I latch onto one of those pink fucking nipples, rolling it around in my mouth until it’s pebbled perfection. “Fuck my fantasies,” I say.

“Fantasies?” She wriggles her fingers inside the waist of my pants to scrape her fingernails across the head of my cock, and it surges from that one simple touch like it’s starving for her attention. Hell, I’ve been blue balled for days, weeks, years when it comes to her. “What kind of fantasies?”

“The kind where I’m inside you. Fucking you while you ride me.”

“Oh.” She smiles, her thighs clenching.

If I reach between her legs now, she’ll be soaked for me. Instead I push her back on the bed and sink to my knees in front of her, dig my fingers into the elastic of her panties and drag them down. “Oh?”

“I have sex dreams.” She grips my shoulders as I stick my face between her legs and breathe her in. “Of you.”

It’s almost too much, listening to her talk about sex while the smell of her is driving me wild. “Tell me about them. Tell me what you dream of me doing to you.”

She blushes such a pretty pink from her hair to her feet, self-conscious about telling me what she wants. “Your mouth on me, licking me.”

“You dream about me sticking my face between your legs?” Does she know how long I’ve fantasized about her ordering me around like this? I’m going to fucking explode, and I’ve barely touched the girl. I don’t remember anyone ever being able to drive me to the edge like this. But she has this ability to push all my buttons without even realizing it. “You want my tongue in your pussy, eating you out until you cum on my face?”

“Raze?” Her knees shake, her pelvis tilting to bring her sex to my mouth. I can see how wet and swollen she is for me, how turned on she is at the idea.

I dart my tongue over her slit, hear her moan while I press the tip to her clit and taste her. It’s not enough. As soon as her sweetness hits my taste buds I want more. I want to spend my entire life with my mouth on her. I will never get enough. Dragging her into my mouth, I devour her the way I’ve wanted to for so fucking long. She writhes, her hips bucking against my face and I lash my tongue across her sensitive flesh until she does this half-moan half-cry like the pleasure I’m giving her is almost too much to bear. Then she arches off the bed and demands more, with her pussy crushed to my mouth, she fucks my face, her breath coming hard and fast in sharp, short bursts. I know the moment she starts to climax, the quiver that runs through her thighs while her pussy clenches around my tongue. I don’t ease up on her, dragging out her orgasm until she’s squirming under me, pushing at my head with her palms. And then I kiss my way up her pelvis, over her belly, paying homage to her gorgeous tits and that dip at the base of her throat.

“Did it live up to your dreams?” Pressing my cum soaked mouth to hers, I let her taste herself on me. “You’re sweet as fucking sin, sugar.”

I roll onto my back, with her on top of me. She straddles my thighs, her hair falling like a curtain around her so that I can barely see her eyes when she glances down at me. I brush the strands back, take her hair in my fist while she tugs my pants down from my hips. When she looks up at me, those violet eyes have my cock painfully rigid.

“Tell me one of your fantasies,” she says.

One of my fantasies… I’m practically looking at it, and then she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes it. “This, Claire. You’re soft fucking hands wrapped around my cock while you’re looking at me all wide eyed. You have no idea.”

She purrs, her face lit up and then she gets on her knees between my legs, and licks the head of my cock, tasting the little bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip before taking me into her mouth. I can feel the hum of her breath while she inches her mouth up and down. Her lips tight around me. I dig my fingers into her scalp, my hips rising with each draw of her cheeks. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, Claire.”

“Mmm,” she says. And a bolt of pure pleasure shoots from my balls up my shaft. If she keeps going I’m not going to be able to hold back.

“You have to stop.” I pull her up over me, nibbling her lips while I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and rock my erection between her thighs.

“Why?” she asks, “Wasn’t it good?”