Spark (MacKenny Brothers Series Book 1) Page 7

  Dammit! Eric seems like such a good guy.

  “Earth to Cherie. Babe… you in there?”

  “Sorry, thinking about my granddaddy. Are you done? I’d like to see him.” I smile up at him brightly, and he smiles back. This alone is enough to make me melt.

  “Sure, babe, I’ll go pay. Meet you outside.” We stand, and Eric kisses my cheek. I give him another smile, nod, and walk outside.

  This is not going to be easy. I sigh and stretch, trying to ease the tension I’m feeling and reminding myself I deserve to be treated well. Fuck that, like a queen.

  Arms wrap around my waist, and I feel Eric’s hot breath near my ear. “Damn, woman, you look good.”

  My thighs light up, but my head kicks in. I reach down and grab his hands, twisting myself out of his embrace. “Well, thank you,” I say with a little too much enthusiasm. Eric frowns and looks at me with a confused look on his face. “Let’s get this baby on the road.” I lightly punch his arm and gesture toward the bike.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes! I’m eager to see my granddaddy.”

  Eric climbs on the bike, and I hop on behind him. I have no choice but to hold onto him.

  “You good?” Eric asks.

  “Yeah, I’m good.”

  I pay no attention to where we are going until we hit a gravel drive and are heading up a driveway.

  Dammit. He’s taken me to his home.

  I climb off and stumble as I rip the helmet from my head.

  “What the fuck?” I ask.

  Eric climbs off and smiles. “I needed to get something from inside and didn’t think you’d mind seeing where I live?”

  My inner voice is screaming at me for being so stupid. I should have driven. I frown at him. “I’m surprised, that’s all.” Turning around, I look at the view. It’s gorgeous. I feel Eric standing beside me, both of us absorbed in our own thoughts. I chance a glimpse at him to find him staring down at me. “It’s a lovely view.”

  “Yeah, it is,” replies Eric. His fingers lightly touch the side of my face before he turns and goes inside his home.

  I follow him inside. It’s not very big and very manly in the decoration. Eric is over near the bed going through a drawer.

  “Find what you’re looking for?” He nods but doesn’t turn around. “Mind if I help myself to some water?”

  “It’s fine, glasses in the cupboard above the sink to the left.”

  I move into the kitchen and grab a glass. Opening the fridge, I search for cold water.

  “Eric—” I shout as I turn around, and he’s right there. “Jesus! You scared me.”

  “Sorry. What are you looking for?”

  “Cold water.” He’s standing too close, and I feel trapped between him and the fridge.

  Eric smiles and shakes his head. “I don’t like water in the fridge, so there is none. The faucet works.”

  “We’re having a heatwave, and you don’t have water in the fridge?”

  “Yeah, but in the future, for you, I’ll make sure I have some.” Eric winks at me and moves to sit at the kitchen table.

  I fill my glass from the tap and sit beside him. “Did you find what you were looking for?” I ask.

  “Truthfully, I wanted to show you where and how I live. It’s not much, but it’s comfortable.”

  He’s avoiding my eyes and looks a little sheepish.

  I’m not sure what to say, so in true Cherie style, I go with humor. “Ahh, so this is a kidnapping? Gotta tell you, buddy, you won’t want to keep me, after all. I like cold water.” I laugh at myself, and Eric locks eyes with me, not laughing.

  “I think I could get used to cold water.”

  My laughter dies. Slowly, he reaches up and places a hand at the back of my head pulling me closer to him. As his lips are about to connect with mine, I shake my head.

  “You have too many secrets,” I whisper.

  “I promise, I don’t,” he whispers back.

  Eric closes the gap, and my mouth opens letting his tongue duel with mine. My body has a will of its own, and I rise and straddle him on the chair. He groans with pleasure as I grind into him. Eric’s hands are everywhere. They travel my body, but when he massages my breast, I know I’m lost.

  Eric’s hands go to my ass, and he stands, taking me with him. The next thing I know he’s laying me down gently on the bed.

  “You know you’re too much trouble,” whispers Eric as he kisses my neck. “Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ve thought of nothing but you since.”

  I grip his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “And you have too many secrets. If you lie to me, I’ll cut your balls off.”

  Eric grins. “Fair trade.”

  His mouth closes over mine, silencing us both. Eric pulls up my T-shirt, his hands touching the lacy bra underneath. I arch into him, and he growls. I open my legs, and he places his knee between them. Grinding into his knee, I groan in frustration at the amount of clothing separating us.

  “Stop!” Immediately Eric is off me and standing beside the bed, his breath is ragged. “Take a step back.” Confusion crosses his features, but he does as he’s told. “Now, take off your clothes.” The confusion fades into passion as he smirks at me and slowly peels off what he’s wearing. I stand and remove my coat, letting it fall onto his floorboards, then I sit down and remove my boots. When I look up, Eric is naked. He’s over six feet of muscle. No more tattoos, a toned body and a very large, erect cock.

  I stand, take two steps, and grip his cock in my hand, pumping it.

  “No,” growls Eric. “Take off your clothes.”

  The T-shirt comes off in one fluid movement, but the leather pants are another matter. I undo the button and zipper and slowly peel them over my ass, but there’s no way I’m getting these off in a sexy manner.

  “Sit down,” orders Eric. “Allow me.”

  I fall onto the bed, leather pants at my knees.

  Eric reaches out and pulls me to him, burying his face at my core. I feel his tongue flick out and lick at me through my underwear. Gripping his head to me, I groan as he continues his assault. All I can think of is, this would be much better if I were naked. As if he can read my thoughts, Eric pulls my underwear and then upon reaching my leather pants at my knees he pulls them down and off in one fluid movement. Smiling, I crawl up the bed, legs spread, waiting for him.

  The look in his eyes is predatory as he advances on me. This is no gentle lover. He goes straight to my clit and sucks. His eyes never leave mine as his mouth teases, sucks, and licks at my core. I spread my legs further and hold onto his head, grinding into him. My whole body is on fire, and as I’m about to shatter, Eric stops. His mouth smothers my groan of frustration, and his tongue teases mine. I can feel his cock pressed against my stomach, so I reach for it, and Eric growls into me.

  “I need you.”

  “Soon,” he whispers.

  My body has other ideas. I move further up the bed, grab his cock, and position it at my entrance. He enters me, then pulls out. In frustration, I arch up, taking all of him. Not to be outdone, Eric pulls out and moves back down the bed.

  “I. Need. You,” I say loudly.

  Eric chuckles. “I’m not done pleasing you yet. I want you satisfied. It’s been a long time, and I’m not going to last long.” His tone of voice is commanding, and I do as I’m told.

  Frustrated, I close my eyes and fall back, only to open them in surprise as Eric’s tongue delves into my folds, bringing with it a burning electric feeling which consumes my body, and I climax screaming his name.

  Slowly, I come down, my hands moving to his shoulders. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whisper.

  My body is liquid fire, and at this moment, I will do anything he asks.

  “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you mine.”

  I smile lazily at him. “Honey, after that, you can do whatever you want.”

  The grin I receive in return is sexy
as sin. Eric kisses his way up my body, caressing, loving, stroking every inch of me. When he gets to my mouth, he takes possession of it. Then, in one swift motion, he enters me. My body expands, making room for this wanted assault. Slowly, Eric moves in and out. His eyes never leave mine, and his jaw is clenched as though he’s trying not to lose control.

  “Eric, let go,” I whisper. He shakes his head. “Baby, it’s all good.”

  I begin to move in unison with him, focusing on his cock moving in and out of me, clenching myself around him with every thrust.

  “Fuck, Cherie, you keep doing that, and honey… I’m not going to last.”

  Eric rises off me, his hands planted on either side of me as he increases his speed. I match him thrust for thrust and can feel my body searching for another release.

  “Wait for me,” I plead.

  Eric’s face twists in frustration. “Not sure I can. You did tell me to let go.”

  “Baby, I’m nearly there.”

  Reaching down, I work myself, and Eric smiles. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growls.

  That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. My pussy contracts, Eric yells, pumps into me twice more, and then collapses on top of me.

  Rising, Eric looks down at me, his eyes filled with lust and possession. He kisses both nipples, my mouth, and then rolls off. I groan at the loss of him, but he places an arm under my head and a leg over me, pulling me in closer.

  Neither of us say anything, and within a matter of minutes, I’m asleep, safely wrapped up in this man.

  Eric

  Cherie falls asleep almost instantly but not me. I’m plagued with guilt over what I’ve done. When she screamed ‘Eric,’ I nearly stopped. Well, I thought about it.

  Extracting myself from her sleeping form without waking her isn’t easy, but I manage it. Quietly, I go into the bathroom and close the door. I stare at my reflection and want to punch the mirror. Cherie specifically asked me not to be a jerk, and I’m starting this relationship off with lies.

  Relationship? Fuck!

  Yet, I know it’s true.

  There’s no way I’m letting her get away.

  I turn on the cold water in the shower and step under its hard spray. I stay in until my fingers prune, and the whole time I’m trying to figure out a way to let Cherie know the truth, but it all keeps coming back to Heather and how I got her killed. I won’t let it happen again. I’m not putting her in danger. This time I know who all the players are. If I keep her separate, Cherie will be safe.

  At last, I turn off the water and get out, towel myself off and go into the kitchen. I fill up the coffee maker, wait until it’s brewed, then pour myself a cup. I turn around a dining chair, so I can watch Cherie’s sleeping form. The hospital’s visiting hours are from ten in the morning until eight o’clock at night, so I let her sleep. It doesn’t get dark this time of year until eight thirty at night, so we have plenty of time.

  I’m on my second cup of coffee, still sitting in my towel when Cherie sits up. The sheet I’d draped over her falls to her waist exposing her breasts. She stretches languorously and yawns, her back arches, and she sort of shakes herself. It takes her a full minute to realize she’s not in familiar surroundings. Cherie’s hands grab the sheet pulling it up, and eventually, her eyes find mine.

  “Hey, beautiful, how you feeling?”

  “I broke a promise to myself.”

  I chuckle. “Is that so?”

  “Yeah, I told myself I wasn’t going to sleep with you.”

  “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t sleep,” I tease.

  Cherie frowns at me. “What time is it?”

  “It’s a little after six. Do you want to go visit your grandfather?” She nods and swings her legs off the bed with the sheet clutched to her front. “Honey, is something wrong?”

  “I need my clothes.”

  I stand and pick them up off the floor, putting them beside her on the bed. “Anything else?”

  Cherie smiles and looks down at the floor, face flushed. “I need a towel.”

  “They are in the bathroom.” I point to the bathroom door, and she shakes her head slightly. “Honey, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed? I’ve kissed every inch of you. There’s nothing left to see.”

  With her lips pressed together and her blush deepening, she looks up at me. “I know that but…” Her eyes fall to the floor.

  “Look at me, Cherie.”

  When her eyes reach mine, I take off my towel and hand it to her. Cherie looks slightly embarrassed and a little amused as she stares at my cock.

  “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I like you, you like me, and we have plenty of time to work this out.”

  Cherie nods, puts the towel to her front, and walks into the bathroom, exposing her back half for me to see. “Like the view?” she asks, mischievously.

  “You have a nice ass.”

  Cherie turns, winks, and continues to walk backward, grinning at me. “You know, Eric, so do you.” When she hits the bathroom, she closes the door.

  I shake my head. Women. I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand them.

  Cherie

  What have I done?

  I had sex with Eric, that’s what I’ve done!

  The man is so confusing, and yet I’ve never had a man treat me with such care, such devotion, and doing it all in a possessive, bossy manner. I like it, maybe a little too much. Eric is so eager to please me. I know he’s keeping secrets, but I believe him when he says he likes me. I believe him when he says he’s not a jerk, but my inner voice keeps berating me. And when he says he wanted to make me his, my body responded with a joyous yes. It seems my body wants this man even if my head is trying to point out he’s not being completely truthful. Hopefully, in time, he’ll share everything with me.

  The trip to the hospital takes about forty minutes, and this time, I don’t headbutt him at all. The exhilaration I feel being on the back of the bike, Eric’s bike, is better than anything, well, except sex.

  Eric pulls up in the parking lot of the hospital, and I quickly jump off. He climbs off, grabs my hand, and we walk into the hospital. A small smile plays on his lips as he links his finger through mine.

  “You’re amazing, you know that?” asks Eric.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” I go up on my tiptoes and lightly brush his lips with mine. I wink at him and tug him toward the elevators.

  We are walking across the lobby when a man approaches us. He stops about two feet away, eyes locked with Eric. He’s well-dressed in a black suit, slicked-back blond hair, and a scar down his left cheek.

  “It’s good to see you, Maddock.”

  Eric stops and pulls me back. “I’m sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else,” replies Eric and attempts to go around him.

  “Yeah, see, I don’t think so. You going to introduce me to your friend, Maddock?”

  The man’s eyes flick to me, and I can tell by Eric’s stance he doesn’t want me anywhere near him.

  “Look, mister, you’ve got the wrong guy. My name is Eric Hill.”

  “Nah, it’s Maddock MacKenny. We both know it. Now, we can do this the easy way, and no one gets hurt, or we can do this the hard way.” The man smiles and looks me up and down. “I think I’m going to like doing it the hard way.”

  Eric purses his lips together and looks at me. “Babe, go visit your granddaddy, and I’ll be up in a minute.”

  “Is everything okay, Eric?” I ask.

  “Now, sugar, everything is fine,” replies the man.

  I glance at the man, then look at Eric. He smiles and nods. “Yeah, babe, it’s a case of wrong identity. You go ahead while I talk to this nice man here. Sort him out.”

  I let go of Eric’s hand and give the man a wide berth. He tracks me until I am well away. I stop at the elevators and look back at them. Eric has moved and is standing chest to chest with the man. He doesn’t look happy, and from the way their conversation is going, I can tell they
are about to come to blows. The elevator doors open, but I don’t enter. I head back toward Eric when a hand clamps down on my arm.

  “Don’t say a word. Come with me.” I feel something jab into my side, and I look down to see a gun. I look back up, my assailant is a large black man who smiles at me as he pulls me toward the doors of the hospital.

  I look for Eric, he’s staring at me, he nods and mouths, ‘It’s okay.’

  This is not okay.

  Is he fucking Eric or Maddock?

  And who the hell is walking me out of this hospital?

  I know if this guy gets me to where he’s going, I’m as good as dead, so I say, “I don’t feel so good. It’s why we’re at the hospital.”

  “Sugar, we’re going for a car ride, then a plane. You’ll do as you’re told.”

  I let my body go slack, and hit the floor inside the hospital doors. A nurse comes running to my side. The black guy looks down and swears.

  “Ma’am, are you okay?” asks the nurse.

  “The baby. It must be the baby,” I shriek.

  The man who was trying to get me out of the hospital backs away from me and disappears through the doors. I look back to where Eric was, but he’s gone.

  The nurse yells, “We need a chair. Now!”

  An orderly runs over, they help me into it and rush me to the emergency department.

  I grab the nurse’s arm. “I need security, and I need them now.”

  “Let’s get you onto the bed, then we’ll get security. Okay?”

  “No, you don’t understand. The man who was with me had a gun, he was trying to take me,” I shriek at her.

  She immediately turns, walks out of my cubicle, and returns with a security guard.

  “Ma’am, is there a problem?”

  “There was a man, he had a gun, and he was trying to get me to leave the hospital with him. You need to do something.”

  He takes a couple of steps back and motions for another guard to join us.