Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

They were exhausted from the day before when they had both been working diligently to put out the fires caused by Susan Toulmin. Of course, their frequent breaks throughout the day in which they attempted to sate the hunger that couldn’t seem to be alleviated probably didn’t help either.

McKenna had worked to get Luke’s interview from Sunday into an article that would captivate her audience as well as get some readers on his side, versus the crazy interest in what Susan had to say. Based on what they saw on her blog last night, it was working. Today she intended to speak to Logan and get his article drawn up. Tag admired her persistence, but he couldn’t help trying to distract her a little.

Like right now.

He was distracting himself as well, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Considering all of the things that continued to plague his mind, mainly where this woman was concerned, he welcomed anything to sway his thoughts.

“Mmmm,” McKenna moaned sleepily when Tag moved her hair off of her neck so he could kiss the sweet spot that always made her moan. He found that he really liked to nuzzle against her pulse, and she seemed to enjoy it, as well.

When her hand slipped between them, gently gripping his dick, Tag sucked in a breath. She was gentle, but her soft fingers against the throbbing shaft sent a chill darting down his spine.

“My turn,” she whispered as she turned over to face him and Tag rolled onto his back, allowing her to move closer.

“Your turn to what?”

“To play with you.”

“Brilliant idea.” He grinned as she peeked at him through lowered lids.

Her body was warm from sleep as she continued to stroke him with her hand while pressing her perky tits against his chest. Trailing his hand up and down her spine as she began teasing his nipple with her sharp little teeth, Tag closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the pleasure.

“What’s this one for?” McKenna’s words broke his sensual trance and Tag opened his eyes to see her placing small kisses over the tattoo just beneath his collar bone.

“It’s a symbol,” he answered, unsure whether he really wanted to get into the why’s and how’s of his body art. Yes, he had numerous tattoos, and yes, they meant something to him. Or at least the majority of them did. A few were just art for the sake of art.

“A symbol for what?”

Tag met her eyes, detecting only interest from her. And it wasn’t because she wanted to share his story with the world, he could tell. She was genuinely interested in him.

“Everlasting love.”

Her eyes widened at his admission, and he wondered what her immediate assumption was.

“Did you get it because of someone?”

When she turned her attention back to kissing his chest, teasing his nipple, he could tell she was trying to appear disinterested. She wanted to know, but it was obvious she was fearful of what his answer was going to be. That spoke volumes about this woman, the one he found himself drawn to more than any woman from his past.

Truthfully, none of his tattoos were in any way related to a woman from his past.

“No.” His simple answer had the result he thought it would. McKenna stilled, just briefly, before returning to her quest to make him crazy with lust.

By the time she made her way to the one place he wanted her right then, Tag was damn near sweating and shaking from the need consuming him. She didn’t ask any more questions, and for that he was grateful. Explaining his tattoos wasn’t something he enjoyed doing, mainly because they were his and his alone as far as he was concerned. To others it was art, to him, it was his life mapped out on his body.

“Oh, hell yes,” he hissed when McKenna’s sweet mouth enveloped his cock, her tongue curling around the hard shaft. Closing his eyes again, Tag got lost in the sensations.

Gripping the sheets in his hands, he fought the urge to grip her head, hold her to him. He didn’t need to because she wasn’t going anywhere, but fuck, he wasn’t sure he could take much more. Without the control, he was nothing and this woman stripped him bare, with just a look, and her touch reduced him to nothing.

“McKenna.” Fuck, he was going to come, there was no holding back. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned her, in case she expected more from him.

She didn’t move, just began sucking and stroking that much faster, that much harder, until Tag couldn’t hold on any longer.

****

“What did you think of the article on Luke?” Tag asked Cole several hours later when they met for lunch.

“I’m impressed, I’ve got to say. That woman managed to make him seem much nicer than he really is.” Cole laughed, but Tag saw the love reflected in his step-brothers eyes.