And he wasn’t done yet. He added another finger, while his tongue circled then sucked on her clit, over and over. Circle. Suck. Circle. Suck.
Despite her discomfort, Mac squeezed her eyes shut and clung to the seat as waves of pleasure rolled through her body like an ocean tide on a stormy day.
Mac’s body convulsed with senseless pleasure. Bruiser was unrelenting. He kept up the pressure and drove her deep into an abyss of desire she didn’t know was possible. The pressure built up until she had to release it or die. Mac cried out and wrapped her legs around his neck while the most mind-blowing, incredible orgasm slammed into her with a fierce intensity.
Bruiser repositioned her, holding her to him until the shudders subsided and she floated safely back to the rational world. When she finally met his gaze, he kissed her, and she tasted herself on him.
“Wow.” That was all she could manage to say.
“There’s more to come. Halftime entertainment is over. Let’s finish this game.” Bruiser helped her lower her shaky body back into her seat. She fumbled with the seat belt and closed her eyes as he drove out of the parking garage into the waning daylight.
Mac couldn’t wait to get home to a more conventional place to do the real thing, but she suspected there would be nothing conventional about sex with Bruiser, even if it was in a bed after dark, just as there was nothing conventional about the man himself. All day she’d seen glimpses of the real man under the shallow persona, revealing more than Mac wanted to know about him. Knowing more might make her fall deeper, might make her crush more real, might do some irreparable damage—damage she couldn’t afford.
* * * * *
Bruiser turned down Mac’s street, ready for round three, the round where he buried himself inside her willing body, and Mac delivered a knockout punch that rendered them both winners. He’d sat on his annoying conscience and kept it muffled so it was only a slight nagging presence. With his mother and sister, he’d become a pro at shutting out nagging—but then most men with women in their lives could most likely say the same damn thing.
Right now, his cock had assumed command, and none of his other body parts, including his brain, had any interest in an uprising. Yeah, the only thing rising would be his dick. Bruiser couldn’t wipe the stupid-assed grin from his face. He’d waited too long for Mac, and he rarely waited for any woman.
Only—crap. Double crap. Fuck. Damn.
Bruiser couldn’t believe his eyes. He pounded his fist on the dashboard in frustration. A pickup was parked in Mac’s driveway. “What the fuck?” The words slipped out before he could stop them.
Mac’s hand went to her mouth and she glanced guiltily at him, disappointment dulling her brown eyes. “I completely forgot that I’d promised my dad that I’d go with him tonight.”
“Well, hell.” That just about said it all. “How long do you think he’s been waiting for you?”
“He’s probably been here all day stalking the neighbors.”
“Stalking your neighbors?”
Mac sighed as if she didn’t want to go there, but Bruiser did, dammit. If his night was going to be abruptly cut short, he wanted the details—every damn last one of them.
“Mac, why would he stalk your neighbors?”
“Because that was Will’s house, and Sonja and Ben live there now.”
“Your brother’s ex-wife—the woman you suspect murdered him—lives next door to you? You never told me that part.”
“Twisted, isn’t it?”
“A little,” he admitted.
“I’m not moving. These two properties belonged to my great-grandparents, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Sonja drive me off my birthright. She goes before I do.”
“I get it.” Bruiser really did, yet living with that constant reminder might make family ties not worth it. Talk about overwhelming drama the average person didn’t need.
“So your father expects you to go with him tonight? This late?” Bruiser shook his head, attempting to clear out the haze.
“He won’t care how late it is as long as Trudy is still at the bar.”
“Is she his girlfriend?” Bruiser felt like he’d missed the most important episode of a TV series and had no frame of reference as to what the hell was going on.
“I wish it were that simple.” Mac rubbed her temple as if she had a raging headache. “He thinks Trudy, Sonja’s former best friend, knows something and is ready to spill the beans. I don’t buy it. She’s just milking him for money.”
“So I guess our night is over then.” Bruiser let out a disappointed sigh and parked in the driveway behind her father’s pickup. Disappointment didn’t quite cover it. Sure, he was damn disappointed about not getting any more action tonight, but deeper down in that place he never went, especially with women, he enjoyed her company and wasn’t ready to go home to his lonely condo.
“Probably. Here comes Dad now.” Small consolation, but at least Mac sounded as miserable as he felt.
Mac’s father strode across the yard and rushed to the passenger door and flung it open. “Mac, have you been following up on something? Did you find out anything new?” Mac’s dad didn’t acknowledge Bruiser. The man’s bloodshot eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity. Not a competitive intensity like Bruiser was accustomed to seeing, more like a guy on the verge of a one-way trip to the nuthouse. His unkempt hair and wrinkled clothes only punctuated Bruiser’s initial assessment.
“I went to lunch at Bruiser’s mother’s house. I forgot about our plans.” Mac glanced nervously at Bruiser, as if she wished he’d leave rather than bear witness to her family failings. Well, she’d had her shot with his dysfunctional family, and Bruiser wasn’t going anywhere. Fair was fair.
“We always have plans on weekends. You know that.” Her father glanced at Bruiser as
