She lifted her hips when his hands pressed between her thighs, giving him more room, allowing him to slide her panties out of the way beneath the wispy skirt she wore until she felt the thick head of his penis pressing against her entrance.
He captured her moan with his mouth as he slid deeper inside of her, filling her completely. And in that instant, she was aware of the difference, aware of the heat of him without the barrier of latex. He wasn’t using a condom.
He pulled his mouth from hers and looked up into her eyes, obviously asking the vital question without words. They didn’t need words because somewhere in the last week, they’d developed a trust between them, one that was unspoken, and so foreign to her that tears threatened behind her eyelids.
“I’m clean,” he whispered, “I’ve never...”
McKenna knew what he was trying to say, and she assured him that she was as well. Without speaking, she nodded her head, letting him know they were safe. She was on the pill, and she trusted him implicitly.
Tag gripped her hips firmly and pulled her down on him, his hard length driving into her as once again he crushed his mouth to hers, stealing the moan that she couldn’t hold in. Even in the tight confines of the car, he managed to move inside of her, brushing against inflamed nerve endings that were screaming for his touch. Their bodies moved in sync until they were both panting, and McKenna had to break the kiss just to breathe.
Glancing down at him, she continued to raise and lower on his cock, as fast as she could manage as he assisted by lifting her bottom. She was lost in the sensation, relishing the feel of his hard length relentlessly tunneling through sensitive tissue.
She didn’t feel the need to tell him that she was about to come because she sensed he could feel it. Her body was gripping him, pulling him deeper, trying to hold him inside of her even as he retreated over and over. Faster. Harder.
“Mine.”
The word was barely recognizable, and she wondered whether Tag even meant to say it, but that didn’t matter because it was then that her breath lodged in her throat, and her orgasm took her, shaking her to her very core as he followed her over.
Chapter Twenty Five
Friday morning came way too early in Tag’s opinion. Even after he woke McKenna by sliding into her wet, warm heat, taking her without haste, he’d still been reluctant to get out of bed.
That was three hours ago and here he was, sitting in Luke’s office with McKenna by his side. He hadn’t yet shared the new information he had learned yesterday with her, but for some reason, he needed to have her there with him.
Maybe it was because it felt as though the world as they knew it was about to come crumbling down around them and over the course of the last seven days, somewhere along the way, McKenna had become an anchor in the sea of chaos that allowed him to remain grounded. She calmed him in ways he never expected, while, at the same time, she set fire to his blood.
She hadn’t asked questions last night, although he fully expected her to because that was her nature. And maybe that was the other reason he felt the need to keep her close. She understood him in ways he didn’t even understand himself.
“Good morning,” Luke greeted when he walked into the room minutes later.
Tag looked up at him, questioning him with just his eyebrows. There was nothing good about that morning, he knew. He wondered whether Logan had actually spoken to his brother and explained their conversation from yesterday.
Still watching Luke closely, he noticed the way the man’s eyes darted back and forth between him and McKenna before he finally shut the door to his office and took a seat at his desk.
“Logan talked to you.” It wasn’t a question, and the frustration on Luke’s face said more than words ever could.
McKenna glanced back and forth between him and Luke, the fact that she didn’t know what was going on was apparent.
“McKenna doesn’t know, so I’d appreciate if you could give us your side of the story.”
Luke sighed, leaned back in his chair and propped one ankle on the opposite knee, his hands steepled in his lap. For long seconds, he didn’t say a word, but finally, with a rush of air, he began, “Stephen Crawford is blackmailing me. Or rather, he’s blackmailing Club Destiny at Samantha’s expense.”
McKenna’s sharp intake of breath was the only sound in the room after Luke’s statement.
“He’s using pictures of Sam as leverage, and he demanded admission to the club, which obviously I made the decision to do just to bide some time.”
“According to Logan, he hasn’t been given full privilege though, correct?” Tag questioned.
“Correct,” Luke confirmed. “And since Susan never did have full membership either, they are lacking some information that could truly take down the club.”