Cheryl McIntyre

Author of the Sometimes Never series

  

 

Blackbird... Chapter One

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Mason

 

My eyes fall to Hope’s bare feet as she swings them subconsciously from her perch on the counter. I’m reminded of the moment I noticed her for the first time, her bare feet captured my attention then, too. I move forward, pressing myself into the space between her legs. She sets her drink down and skims a finger under her lip, wiping away a drop of water.

“Are you nervous about today?” I ask as I rest my hands on her hips.

She nods. “I could use a distraction,” she whispers. “Any ideas?”

Oh I have plenty of ideas. “Hm. I might be able to come up with something.” I wrap one of her legs around my waist and trail my fingers up the other. “Unless you already have something in mind?”

She cocks her head to the side as if deep in thought. “We could play Scrabble.”

I crinkle my nose. Scrabble? Not what I was thinking at all. “You want to play Scrabble?”

“Dirty words only and loser has to do whatever I—I mean, the winner—says for the next…” She looks down at her cell phone and glowers. “Uh, I only have a little over an hour.”

“An hour isn’t enough time for all that.” I grin at her. “What else can we possibly do for the next hour…?”

“I guess I could repaint my nails. They are a little chipped.”

I shake my head slowly. “Nu-uh. That’s no fun for me and I can’t stand the smell of that shit.”

“Huh. Well, I’m sure there’s a court show on. I love that little lady judge with the big attitude.”

I glide my fingers into her multi-colored hair, gripping the back of her neck. “Hope, if you aren’t naked in the next thirty seconds I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” she challenges.

Challenge accepted.

I bring my mouth down on hers and run my tongue across her bottom lip. She opens immediately, meeting me eagerly. I take her face into my hands and tilt her head back to deepen the kiss. She hooks her other leg around my hip and squirms closer to me.

I’m already hard. She always feels so good. Fuuuck. An hour. I want more than that. I want to take my time, working her into a blissful frenzy. I want us sweaty and breathless, our muscles rubbery and tired.

Hope tightens her legs, pulling me into her hard. Fuck it. I’ll make it work.

I break away from the kiss to tug her shirt over her head. “Where?” I pant. We’ve been christening my apartment since I moved in. A new place each time. We’ve already covered all the counter space in the kitchen.

“Fifty-five minutes, Mason. I don’t care where. Just get inside of me now or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” I tease her through a smirk.

“Implode,” she breathes.

I lean back, unbuttoning her jeans. “We cannot have that.”

She drops her lashes, hooding her eyes, and licks her lips. God, she’s perfect. Sliding her hands under my shirt, she caresses my stomach in slow circles. My muscles twitch at her touch and I drag her off the counter. Resting her on her feet, I make quick work of removing the rest of her clothing. I kneel in front of her to free her feet from the bunched material at her ankles, pausing to place a wet kiss against each scar on her inner thigh.

Hope shivers and traces my jaw with her fingertips. “I love you,” she murmurs.

I grin as I pull her down to the floor with me. We haven’t made love here yet and I can’t wait any longer. She works my belt free and I lick the skin on her neck right where her pulse is throbbing furiously. “I love you,” I say against her heated flesh.

I raise up and help her get my jeans off. She pushes me until my ass is on the cold tile floor and my back is pressed against the chilly surface of the cabinet door. It does nothing to cool my desire.

She straddles my thighs, guiding me inside herself. She feels incredible. I growl into her shoulder. “The kitchen floor,” she says softly, “is christened.” As she moves quicker, I let my head fall back against the cupboard and grind my teeth.

Ever since she got on the pill and we stopped using condoms, my performance time has taken a hit. It’s even worse when she gets on top and rides me like this.

Guess we aren’t going to need the whole hour after all.

“Mason,” she sighs, “you feel so good.”

Shit. I nearly release my load right there, but I slide her off me and lay her back. She trembles against the frigid floor, but I have full intention of warming her up. I lower my mouth to her stomach and trail kisses over the bone of her hip, down her thigh, working my way in between. I flick my tongue out and taste her. Her legs try to close and I hold them open as I continue to devour her.

It doesn’t take long before her hips are coming off the floor, her fingers knotting in my hair, and she’s panting my name. She claws at my shoulders, pulling me up her body until I’m hovering over her. I grip her bare hips as I rock into her. Her legs circle my waist as she closes her eyes and moans.

“Look at me, Hope.” She does, her blue eyes meeting mine. “I love you,” I tell her again. I dip my head to capture her mouth, kissing her deeply. And I know the best decision I ever made was staying in Ohio.

 

 © Cheryl McIntyre