Page 6 of Fatal Love

My eyes drifted shut at the glorious sensation of her fingers squeezing me. "God… Rachel—" I growled her name, taking slow measured breaths I grabbed her hand and stilled her movement. “Look… as much as I'd enjoy this, you don't know me and you're drunk.”

My dick, against my silent plea to stand down, was threatening to bust my zipper. “I don’t think he got the memo.” She licked her lips and squeezed again. “I’m drunk and asking you—no telling you to fuck me. I'm sure a guy like you has had a one-night stand before. So, man up and do me a solid—let me see that cock.”

She pinched the zipper between her fingers and slowly lowered the metal barrier. I froze, my body begging me to stay… my brain screaming for me to run. When her fingers brushed against the smooth skin of my shaft, my jaw clenched. “I should go.” All rational thoughts flew out the window when her fingers wrapped around my cock, and she pulled me free.

“You sure?” Rachel's hand moved along the exposed length. The soft giggle she emitted reminded me she was not in her right mind, causing me to step back.

“You're drunk. I think you should sleep this off. When you sober up, you’ll probably regret this.” Her hold on my shaft tightened instead of letting it go.

Rachel pushed me against the wall and dropped to her knees. “I’m not that drunk.”

The air whooshed out of my lungs as her warm mouth wrapped around my cockhead. It was unlike anything I could have imagined. When her head bobbed, coupled with the perfect amount of suction, I nearly passed out from the sensation.

I bucked against her as my hand wound the ponytail around my wrist so I could hold her in place as she continued to work me like a magician. The sound of her lips smacking against my dick made me harden more—something I didn’t think was possible. I jerked her head back, pulling her off my crown, not wanting to finish in her throat. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

No longer caring about whether this was the right thing to do anymore, I lifted her feet off the floor and carried her toward the bed. Our mouths met in a frenzy as we toppled to the mattress. “You’re sure you want this, Rachel?”

“Yes." Her fingers tugged at the cotton fabric, urging me to strip it off. "Clothes off now."

I stood up, shedding my shirt and pants like a chameleon sheds his skin. Rachel wiggled out of her work clothes, revealing a sexy lace bra and matching thong. "Fuck, gorgeous. If I'd have known you had this hiding underneath your clothes, I would have buried myself inside you earlier." The electric energy filled the room as I reached down and brushed my palm across the see-through material. "As nice as these are, I need them gone." The material ripped with ease as I tore them from her center. "Please tell me you have a condom."

Rachel rolled over and jerked open the drawer. She leaned up in her knees, ripping the foil packet with her teeth, and beckoned me forward with the crook of her finger. My dick twitched beneath her touch as she rolled the barrier over my shaft with precision. I didn’t want to think about why this woman was so good at covering a man in a rubber, because the possessive feeling associated with it was not something I wanted to deal with—especially not when she laid on her back and spread her legs.

Seeing her pink pussy glistening made me want to take my time with her—but that's not what this was. This was just sex. At least that's the mantra I kept telling myself as I buried myself inside her. Our bodies rocked in a rhythm that was almost perfect as we raced toward our release. When her walls tightened around me in a vise grip, I shattered right along with her. The force threatened to burst the condom as I spilled myself inside her, my body jerking with uncontrollable movements. I'd never experienced a release quite so explosive. When our breathing finally slowed, I pressed my lips to hers—the sound of my heart drumming wildly against my ribs as I claimed her mouth again. Overwhelmed with the bizarre feelings this woman was creating inside me, I pulled out and retreated to the bathroom.

Stripping the used condom off my flaccid dick, I tossed it into the wastebasket and decided it was time to go. When I stepped back into the bedroom I smiled at the sexy sight of her passed out and curled into a ball on the bed. Tugging the covers over her sleeping frame, I kissed her shoulder. Pulling on my pants, I fisted the wet shirt in my hand and started out the door. Glancing at her one last time, I forced myself to pull the bedroom door closed and walk away.

If I was lucky, Rachel wouldn’t remember this tomorrow—despite the fact the alpha in me wanted her to. She'd shared a lot of things with me… things that could destroy her case. Things I should share with Michael and my brothers.

The question was—did I want to tell them so we could use it against her?

My mind wandered back to Michael and a pang of guilt riddled my system. To Rachel what we'd just shared was just sex. But even thinking about her body wrapped around mine, I couldn’t deny I wished it could've been something more.

I hurried through the house, ensuring it was locked up tight. My heart tightened inside my chest as I made my way to my car. I was pretty sure I was fucked no matter what I did.

Not even sure why I was doing it, I found myself driving towards Michael’s house. Even after I'd fucked Rachel—Michael was at the forefront of my thoughts.

God I was fucked up.

Three

Rachel

My head thumped like a train rushing down the tracks threatening to derail as I peeled open my eyes. It was the punishment for drinking a gallon of liquor and then risking my life by driving home drunk. I barely remembered the night before—the part I remembered was due to the delicious ache between my legs. If I hadn't woken up sore, I would have believed the incredible sex had been a dream. I'd thrown myself at the hammer wielding contractor I found on his knees in my kitchen. He rejected me at first, but having my mouth wrapped his cock kind of changed his mind. And damn. When he threw me onto the bed… it was the best sex I'd ever had. I squeezed my thighs together when my core pulsed at the memory.

I starred up to the ceiling, self-loathing seeped in when I thought about why I'd gotten so drunk. My boss had all but threatened my position, and then I’d gone and kissed the opposing attorney.

“Fuck.” I groaned into the empty room as I forced myself to get out of bed.

Michael Brighton was sexy, and I couldn’t deny the attraction I had towards him. But my employer wouldn’t give a rat's ass about his looks. If my boss ever found out I'd kissed him, crossing a serious boundary, I’d be fired.

So, what did I do? I went and fucked a stranger. Flashes of his sexy body filtered into my mind—specifically a foggy image of him looking down at me while I had his cock between my lips filled my memory. He seemed so familiar, and I wished I had gotten his name, but his impressive length was the only thing I cared about.

Thinking about him was the last thing I should be doing. But damn, my body heated with the memories of how he'd commanded my body, setting off my orgasm with very little effort. I fisted my phone, trying to decide if calling my contractor to get his name and number was wise. No sooner had I worked up the nerve to do it, the vibration of my cell derailed my plan. Glancing at the screen, I grimaced when I saw it was the very person who could destroy me with the flick of a pen. And if he was calling me on a Saturday, it wouldn't be anything good.

Praying my voice didn't give away the hangover I was fighting, I pressed talk. “This is Rachel.”

And as suspected, his pissed off tone blurted through the speaker. “Miss Hill.”

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