Until the Tequila (The Killers #3.5)(13)

I push away from the wall and take her hand to pull her out of the stall. “You’re not weird. You’re colorful.”

“Too colorful for you and your horses and your estate.”

I secure the barn door and push her up against the wall. When I tip her head to me, her face is masked with everything I hate. Uncertainty. Dread. Fear. “I know about your past. July told me everything. Your dad’s an asshole and your mom died a meth head.”

She grabs onto my shirt, but not to push me away. She hangs on tight as her eyes well. “I hate that you know that about me. I did everything I could to get away from that life and everyone who knew me then. I don’t tell anyone about that part of me.”

“You are not them. You’re no more your mom than I am mine. My mom finally got better and beat it, but it doesn’t erase the past. We’re not our parents, Mary. We have no boundaries. No definitions of who we have to be. Not unless you lay those on us and, if you do, I’ll be pissed.”

Her clear blue eyes gaze up at me and I can tell she’s trying to make a decision, though, in the end, I know there’s no choice. Not when she reacts the way she does. She wants this as much as I do, she just needs to quit fighting herself.

I slide my hand under the hem of her T-shirt and tease her smooth skin, watching her face change by the second.

She settles into my touch and her eyes fall as she shakes her head. “I don’t know. I have a feeling this isn’t a good idea.”

I let my hand settle on her skin and grip her hip to get her attention. “Why do you think your dad is looking for you now? July explained that he’s bad news and told me about all the trouble he’s been in.”

“I have no idea. He’s made a career of getting women hooked on anything they’d try. When they become desperate, he pimps them out and they’re happy to do it for their next fix. That’s what happened to my mom even though I barely remember her. Everyone who knew my mom was only too happy to inform me where I came from. Our worlds, Evan … they couldn’t be more different.”

I move to kiss her and murmur against her lips, “That might be his world but it’s not yours.”

She doesn’t turn away from my kiss. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is.” I slide my hand up her back and pop the hook on her bra. “Don’t carry the weight of your father’s sins. I want you to stay here with me tonight. Just you and me. Tell me you don’t want it.”

Her eyes go wide. “Evan.”

“Guess I need to convince you.” I pull her bra away from her body and, just like in her kitchen, I cup her tit and give it a squeeze. Lust-driven, her lids fall heavy over her blue eyes and my dick swells.

“Convince me of what?” she breathes.

“That the idea of us could be the best thing that’s ever happened.”

I kiss her and allow my tongue to invade her mouth. I’ve wanted her for so long. I took advantage of a talkative Mary the other night when she drank too much. I made her fess up about why she thinks we shouldn’t be together. It was then she told me bits of what her fucking parents put her through and July pieced the rest together. It’s nothing short of a miracle she survived that unscathed, let alone turned out as perfect as she is today.

I let her mouth go and my fingers work the button on her shorts. “The other night you rambled on about dandelions.”

She shakes her head and stops my hands. “Please forget about the dandelions—and we can’t do this here. Aren’t there people around? Don’t your parents have a … I don’t know, butler or something?”

I shake my head. “Told you my parents weren’t home and they don’t have a butler. It’s late so the trainers and handlers are gone for the day. It’s you, me, and twenty-nine horses. There’re some barn cats around, too, but they don’t like people. I’m sure the animals won’t care when I go down on you.”

Her eyes go big. “You can’t do that to me here in the barn.”

I put my lips to her as I finally get her shorts undone. “I can. After yesterday in your kitchen, I can’t wait another second. I have to taste you.”

Not messing around, I push her panties down with her shorts and cup her between the legs. She’s wet again. So fucking wet it makes my mouth water and I have to adjust my cock.

Mary’s head falls back with a small thud.

“Oh.” She moans when I drag a finger between her legs and drop to my knees where I’m at eye level with her clit.

I look up and keep teasing her with the tip of my index finger. “Did you know that the clitoris is the only human organ whose sole purpose is to provide sexual gratification?”

She frowns and tries to rub her thighs together. “Are you seriously talking to me about my clit?”

I nod, leaning in to kiss her bare hip. “I promise to always be serious about your clit. After the other day, I think I might be obsessed with it.”

“Please stop talking,” she begs even though she shifts her hips forward for more of my touch.

“Love that you’re smooth for me, Mary. You’ve got the prettiest pussy. I could look at it for the rest of my life.”

“I, um…” she stutters. “Don’t like body hair. I’m sort of fanatical about waxing.”