Dane (Erotic Romance) Book 1 (The Mackenzie Brothers Quartet) Page 2

  He hitched her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and carried her to the flat surface of the desk. He pushed the papers aside and followed her down. His hands were everywhere, caressing, arousing, until she wasn't sure she could hold all the pleasure inside any longer. Dane MacKenzie was the only man she'd ever been with. The thought of another man's hands on her body brought revulsion. Even when her body had demanded release in the middle of the night, she'd tried to pretend it wasn't Dane haunting her dreams and riding her body like he had so many times before.

  His weight was heavy and familiar against her. Guilt and regret swamped her and she stiffened in his arms. She didn't know if she could do this and keep her heart hardened against him. For Jayden's sake, she had to. She would take her own pleasure—because she had needs too, dammit—and then she'd walk away and go about her own life. She was an adult. She could do this.

  He kissed his way down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin until she relaxed against him. He pulled her tank top up, so it rested just above the lush mounds of her breasts. He unclasped the front snap of her bra with one hand, and Charlie watched as his eyes darkened with pleasure. He held her hands loosely above her head, devouring the sight of her displayed before him.

  "Christ, you're beautiful." He leaned down slowly and took a rigid nipple in his mouth, nipping gently before laving it with the flat of his tongue to soothe. "I haven't been able to get your taste out of my memory. So sweet. Like cream and something darker. Something forbidden."

  "Dane," she moaned. "Please."

  He pulled her shirt and bra off and tossed them to the floor, and she struggled against his grasp, trying to break free of his hold.

  "I want to touch you," she begged. "Let me touch you."

  Charlie ran her hands over his chest, purring in pure female appreciation. It was hard not to compare the young man he'd been to who he was now. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and raked her nails down his chest, causing him to shudder under her touch. She reveled in the power she held and moved her hands away from him and back to her own body. She saw his eyes darken as she cupped her breasts and offered herself to him.

  "Christ, Charlotte. You're driving me crazy."

  "Good," she purred. "Hurry."

  He took control of the situation before she made him lose all his sense and jerked the shirt over his head. His hands went to the buckle of his jeans. It was full dark outside now and the glare of headlights coming down the main road lit on the planes and angles of Dane's body.

  "Ohmigod, move. Someone might see us in here."

  Mortification flushed through Charlie's body, stifling the arousal. She still had to live in this town, even if Dane chose not to, and small town gossip would never let her live down something so embarrassing as literally being caught with her pants down in her place of business.

  "Relax. No one can see us. The angle's wrong."

  "The garage is wide open, Dane. Anyone could walk in."

  "We'll just have to hurry. This first time."

  He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans, his gaze challenging, daring her to call a stop to everything just because she was afraid of getting caught. The thrill of excitement coursed through her veins, and she knew it was too late to turn back. She wanted him too bad, and nothing was going to stop her from having him. Especially not herself.

  Charlie trailed her hands down the rough hair on his chest to where his hands worked at his zipper. She took over the task, pushing his jeans past his hips until his throbbing erection stood proudly before her.

  "You have no idea what the hungry look in your eyes does to my self-control."

  "If I remember right, you were never very big on self-control anyway."

  She wrapped her fingers around his length and cradled his sac in her hands, pumping her fist slowly until his head dropped back in surrender. Moisture beaded on the tip of his cock and she licked her lips in anticipation. The feel of him, hot and heavy in her hands was so familiar it hurt. This part of his body definitely hadn't changed.

  "I want to taste you." She wanted to do everything to him, and have everything done to her in return. If all she had was this one last shot at unspeakable pleasure, she wanted to do it all. She wanted to make memories that would keep her warm at night.

  "I won't last if you put your mouth on me. It's been too long."

  She tried not to think of the last woman who'd pleasured his body, or wonder exactly how long it had been, but it was hard to keep jealousy from rearing its ugly head. He must have felt her stiffen against him because he took hold of her hands just before she could pull away. He restrained her wrists with one hand while he quickly stripped off her shorts and panties, leaving her bare before him.

  "Mmm, this is new," he said, staring at the completely waxed area between her thighs. He released her wrists in surprise, but she didn't move. "I like it. A lot. I can see how wet you are for me." He touched his finger to the damp petals of her folds, and she dropped her head back on the desk, shaking with her need to be filled. "So pretty."

  He knelt in front of her and propped her legs over his shoulders, splaying her open before him. She tried to close her legs, unused to the intimate attention, but he wouldn't let her hide from him.

  "Relax, baby. I've been here before."

  Yeah, but I've given birth since then. As much as she'd wanted the body she'd once had, that had never again been possible after Jayden was born. She was a lot curvier. Everywhere.

  But all thoughts of her body went forgotten as his mouth touched her. She arched off the desk, and her fingers tangled in his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away.

  "Oh, God. Dane. I can't…It's too much."

  "Never." His finger slid inside of her, then he joined it with a second, and his mouth closed over the hidden nub between her folds. He curved his fingers and pressed against her inner walls as his tongue flicked her clit rapidly.

  Heat gathered in her belly and tingles formed across her scalp, fingers, and toes—all racing inward as her body bowed and her cries echoed off the walls. Colors danced behind her closed lids as the orgasm ripped through her and left her limp against the cool wood of the desk, her body lightly damp with sweat and her juices dripping freely down her thighs.

  "You taste just as I remembered."

  Dane moved slowly over her body until the coarse hairs of his chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples. She moaned as she felt the broad tip of his cock prod at her folds, and she wrapped her legs around his waist with anticipation. He kissed her deeply the same moment he plunged into her, and they both groaned in tandem, on the edge of a precipice neither could describe.

  "Jesus. You're so fucking tight."

  Her breath caught at his invasion, unused as she was to such intimacy, and she was thankful he gave her a moment to adjust to his size. But then he started to move against her, and she only felt pleasure. Her nails raked down his back and she arched her hips up to take more of him. There could never be enough.

  "More, more," she begged. "Harder." Mindless words escaped her lips as he granted her every wish.

  He pivoted his entire length in and out of her body until she felt like one massive nerve ending. Sweat covered their bodies, and their cries and moans were primal—animals who'd found their mates.

  His lips devoured hers and swallowed her cry as she tightened around him, her body wracked with tremors, pulsing in ecstasy.

  "Charlotte," he said, thrusting one last time before stiffening against her. She felt his seed as it hit her inner walls and another smaller orgasm ripped through her.

  Dane collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her throat, but she was too exhausted to care. She had to find the energy to get up. If she didn't leave soon, there was no way she could keep him from seeing the tears that wanted to escape. It wasn't going to be as easy to walk away as she wanted.

  Chapter Three

  Dane wasn't sure if he was still alive. Surely the fragile human body wasn't meant to
experience pleasure like that. Just the thought of that pleasure had his softening penis going hard once again.

  Now that he was back inside Charlotte, he never wanted to be anywhere else. He finally understood why he'd trekked halfway across the world to come home. Somehow his soul knew she'd be here waiting for him. And he was going to claim her. For good. No more excuses. And no more running. It was time to right the wrongs of the past and beg her forgiveness—however he had to go about it.

  Dane felt her hands pushing against his chest, and he shook some sense back into his brain. She'd fucked him damn near unconscious and here he lay on top of her like an oaf. He propped up on his arms so he supported his weight and looked down where their bodies were joined. He was hard to the point of bursting. He hadn't recovered this fast since…well, since Charlotte.

  He moved out and pushed back in slowly and watched as her eyes dilate in pleasure. She clamped around him like a vise, and little spasms were still jerking at his cock from her last orgasm.

  "Ahh," she moaned as the small spasms turned into tremors of more pleasure. "How do you always do this to me?"

  "The same way you do it to me, baby. Just the thought of being inside you has me so hard I could burst. It doesn't matter that I just had you."

  Dane pulled out of her body and she groaned in protest. But she was purring again in no time when he flipped her to her stomach so she lay across the desk, the tips of her toes barely touching the floor. He didn't give her a chance to draw a breath, but plunged back into her until his balls slapped against her creamy folds.

  "Fuck, you feel good." He grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting in short bursts. The only thought prevalent in his mind was that he had to claim her. Had to possess. He leaned over and laced his fingers with hers, so they both held on to the edge of the desk for dear life.

  "Oh, God. Oh, God," she panted. "I can't—"

  "Yes. You can," Dane demanded. "Squeeze me tight with your pussy, baby. Feel every inch of my cock inside you. It’s always been yours. Every fucking inch."

  She shuddered beneath his scandalous words and her mouth opened on a silent scream. He bit gently in the crease between neck and shoulder, and that was all it took to send her over the edge. Her silent screams became louder and mingled with his grunts of satisfaction. His sac slapped against her pussy one last time, and he stiffened against her, shooting his load deep inside her womb.

  He collapsed over her, their breathing unsteady and their hearts racing wild. He somehow found the strength to move and stood up so he didn't crush her.

  "Mmm, as much as I'd like to continue this," she purred contentedly, "I really need to close down the garage before someone comes by to see why all the lights are on."

  She pushed up and off the desk so he had no choice but to pull out of her and move back. Just the sight of that lush bottom had his spent cock stirring to life once again. He had a lot of lost time to make up for. But hell, she was right. He was so horny he wasn't thinking straight. He hadn't been away from a small town atmosphere so long that he'd forgotten what the gossip was like.

  He hitched his jeans up while she shimmied into her panties and shorts, and he groaned and felt his cock swell even more as she bent across the desk to pick up her shirt and bra. She'd filled out damned fine over the last ten years. She was still tiny, but she had curves in all the right places. He couldn't wait to discover them all at a slower pace.

  He grabbed his bag from the garage floor and watched as she pulled down the doors and shut off all the lights. He stepped out of the office ahead of her while she locked the door and breathed in the night. The town was already dark, the lights on the outside of Charlotte's shop the only sign of life. He looked down the street to see if anything else was going on. He hadn't been gone long enough for Surrender to get a nightlife. He shook his head in disbelief. It was barely eight o'clock.

  The sound of a car door opening had him looking around. Charlotte tossed her purse in the passenger seat and got behind the wheel of a classic Corvette that made him whistle with pure pleasure. He opened his mouth to ask her if she'd rebuilt it herself when he realized she was leaving.

  The engine purred to life and he barely reached her side before she slammed the door in his face.

  "Can I catch a ride to your place? My rental car broke down about a mile back."

  "I don't think that's a good idea, Dane. I've got things to do, and I really think it's best if we chalk tonight up to insanity and go our separate ways. It was fun visiting memory lane, but that's all it can be. Tell your brothers hi for me."

  Dane froze in shock when the car door slammed shut and Charlotte sped away down the darkened street. She'd walked away without a second glance after one of the most incredible experiences of his life. Is that how he'd left her so many years ago? With the same feeling of emptiness that he was experiencing now? He thought he'd explained himself as best he could. Told her why he'd had to leave.

  Surrender had become too stifling after his mother's death. Laurie MacKenzie had been close to all four of her boys, but she and Dane had been the closest. She was the only one who knew about his dreams of being a journalist. Money was tight after his father had died the year he turned thirteen, and his mom had sold off all the livestock and horses that had once made them one of the wealthiest families in the state of Montana, just to make ends meet. A woman and four boys under the age of fifteen couldn't keep a ranch of that magnitude going. So she'd cleaned houses and taken in sewing. She'd used her kitchen to cater weddings and parties. And they'd survived.

  He'd been in the middle of his senior year of college when she'd been diagnosed with cancer. She'd kept her pain quiet for too long, the doctor had said. A week after his graduation, she was dead. And he was at loose ends. Wondering what the hell Surrender could ever offer him. The one woman who’d known and supported his dreams was gone, and all he had left was Charlotte and a brand spanking new journalism degree without any prospects.

  He’d been living in a two-bit town without the resources to provide for her or the children they'd one day make together, and panic clawed at him because he could see that need for family in her eyes when she looked at him. She’d deserved better than what he’d been. And he'd just needed to breathe. Just for a little while. He’d needed to go and make something of himself—something that would make her and his mother proud—something that could erase the wild reputation he’d once worn like a badge of honor. He thought Charlotte had understood.

  Maybe she’d understood too well. Maybe it was only him who'd spent the last ten years tossing and turning with lust-filled dreams and wishing she was beside him. After his brothers told him she'd left town, he'd almost used his myriad of contacts to search for her. But what would have been the point? He'd still been building his career. Finding her just would have left a bitter taste in his mouth of something he couldn't have. At least not then.

  And now she didn't seem to want him. Other than for a quick fuck, it seemed.

  Dane opened his bag and dug around for his phone. There was barely enough battery life to make a call.

  "Sheriff MacKenzie," a familiar voice answered on the other end of the line.

  "What's going on, Sheriff? Are you in the middle of busting up a wild party, or are you reading a romance novel with your feet propped up on the desk?"

  "Ha, the only wild parties I see in this town are when someone's cattle breaks through the fence and they start eating the town. Where the hell are you? I can actually hear what you're saying without your reception being shitty."

  "I'm standing just down the road in front of Charlie's Automotive. I was wondering if I could get a ride."

  Silence greeted him on the other end of the line as Cooper weighed what to say. He obviously knew Charlotte was back in town, and he also knew that he or his other brothers hadn't mentioned the fact.

  "I'm on my way," Cooper finally said. "It's good to have you back, Dane."

  ***

  Charlie held off on the tears unti
l Dane's body was just a shadow in her rearview mirror. God, she was so stupid. She couldn't go through this again. Her heart couldn't bear any more pain. It had taken her ten years to build her life back up after he'd walked out.

  She'd had a child to raise, and that had kept her mind busy enough to get through the first shock after Dane had left. But then Jayden had been born, and she'd been in that hospital room all alone. She'd held her son in her arms and stared into familiar crystalline eyes while tears ran down her cheeks. She'd sobbed away the last of her innocence in that Chicago hospital.

  And now he was back—at least for a while—and she was going to have to start the process of grieving all over again.

  She passed the white fence that lined her property and drove through the gate that led to the main house. Lights were still on in the foreman's house, but her own was dark save for the soft glow of the porch light. She hated coming home to an empty house. Things were too quiet without Jayden. And being alone gave her too much time to think.

  Charlie dried the tears from her eyes as she let herself in the house, and she vowed it would be the last time she cried over Dane MacKenzie. This was her home, at least until she found a buyer. She also had a son to raise and a business to run. She didn't have time for distractions or another broken heart.

  It wasn't until she was in the shower, soaping away the evidence of Dane's passion, that she realized he could very well have left her in the same position he had last time. Alone and pregnant.

  Chapter Four

  "So I guess you've already seen Charlie," Cooper said as Dane slid into the front seat of the police cruiser.

  Coop gave him a slow head to toe perusal, taking in his tousled hair and satisfied expression, and Dane felt heat rush to his cheeks. Coop raised a sardonic brow and waited for him to answer.