Chapter 91 ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS
MERRIELYNN.
I hurried out of bed and rushed to get dressed as quickly as I could.
I slipped into a pair of leggings and a simple shirt, grabbed my phone, threw a bag over my shoulder and rushed outside.
When I saw the town car parked at the curb, my stomach dropped with disappointment.
He wasn’t here. Of course, he wasn’t.
I had hoped—maybe even expected—that Cormac would come for me himself, but the driver stepping out to open the door only confirmed that he hadn't.
I swallowed down the disappointment, reminding myself that he had said, ‘there’s a car’ not ‘my car.’
Well.
I got into the car and the ride felt longer than it should have. I fiddled with my phone, tapping and scrolling aimlessly because my nerves were on edge. When we finally arrived, I stared up at the building, wondering why it looked so dark. I knew the code to the door, so I figured I’d help myself in.
On a second thought, I realized Cormac hadn’t sent a follow-up text.
Should I have let him know that I was on my way?
The thought gnawed at me as I made my way to the elevator.
The doors slid shut with a soft ding, and I leaned against the wall, the tension in my body only growing. I pulled my phone out, staring at the screen for a moment.
Maybe I should send a quick message? Just to let him know I was here?
Just stepping into his apartment felt too.. comfortable.
I decided to send a quick text letting him know I was here. I waited for some type of reply, but I got none, and that only added to the tension I was already feeling.
I stepped into his apartment and shut the door softly behind me. The space felt familiar. I paused for a moment, taking in everything, including the faint scent of him lingering in the air— so deep, so intoxicating, so... something that immediately had my senses heightened.
My heart pounded louder in my chest, and I wasn’t sure why.
I walked aimlessly through the apartment, wondering if Cormac was even in. "Cormac?"
It was dark in here.
I headed to the balcony and looked down, but there seemed to be no one else.
After a moment, I turned back inside, walking toward the kitchen.
Nothing.
I took a deep inhale before pushing on the door handle of his bedroom, “Cormac?”
It only took a second for me to notice there was someone leaning against the nearest wall.
And in the next second, before I could even think, his hands were on me, pulling me into him and then pressing me against a hard surface.
His lips crashed into mine, and I gasped in surprise, but my body reacted instantly, my hands going to his chest.
It was Cormac. I could tell. And his kiss was demanding, urgent, like he couldn’t get close enough.
Neither could I.
His hand went around my waist pulling me closer while his hands went to my face and neck, tugging gently at my hair. My hands found their way around his neck, pulling him tighter, as his tongue explored my mouth.
I could feel his hardness against me and he kissed me deeper.
He let out a low groan and pressed closer against me, his fingers slipping beneath my shirt as he pulled it off. Cormac's eyes shot open when my shirt slid down, revealing my bra, and he began to caress me softly there, his other hand deftly unclasping the bra.
Okay…
This was escalating fast.
He began kissing me down my neck while I tried to muffle my moans. “I… I came here to talk,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. My chest rose and fell quickly, and I could barely focus when his hand began roaming my back as my bra came off
Cormac smirked, his lips curling up with that familiar, dangerous edge. “We can talk later,” he murmured, then kissed me again, pulling me closer until I could feel his body pressing into mine.
Before I knew it, he was lifting me off the ground, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
My arms were around his neck while I kissed him back and my fingers were tangling in his hair as he carried me to the sofa across from his bed.
Cormac gently settled down with me on his lap, and we didn’t break the kiss as he set my ass over his erection while I straddled him. He began grabbed a handful of my ass, making me grind over his shaft. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, making low sounds of pleasure while I continued to grind against him.
Goddess, his face.
His reactions turned me on even more, and at this point, my thoughts were a mess. Suddenly, I felt his hands move to my waist, then lower. Gripping my hips and pulling me even closer. I could feel my own wetness and I desperately wanted him to touch me there.
Again. Over and over again.
And again.
And again.
He did, gently stroking my back as his fingers dipped into the waistband of my leggings and he squeezed my ass, pressing himself against me harder.
The feeling was… incredible. He helped me get out of my leggings and I pulled him closer by grabbing on his shirt.
I was still on top of him and his hand slipped between us, finding my wet slit and he began stroking my already wet clit, causing me to tremble while I desperately held him for support. A moan escaped my lips and he groaned, pulling me for another passionate kiss, moving our tongues together.
Cormac slowly dipped his finger inside me and my fingers dug into the back of his neck while I stifled a moan.
He began stroking while his lips found my erect nipple. He licked it then sucked on it, softly.
I was moaning his name at his point, lifting my hips.
I felt him insert another finger and I moaned loudly as he began stroking me faster and harder. He grabbed my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and massaged them lightly, causing a new wave of pleasure through my body.
My fingers were in his hair as I felt my orgasm building.
I screamed out his name with my eyes closed tight. I was so close, I could almost taste it.
When I finally let go, he held me tight and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he nipped at my throat playfully.
I was still catching my breath when his hands brushed over my hair. My heart was pounding, and I was still buzzing with the intensity of what had just happened.
Cormac’s voice suddenly broke through the haze, "So," he said, looking at me with that intense gaze. "What did you want to talk about?"
Damn. I’d nearly forgotten about that.
I tried to steady myself, but my thoughts were all over the place. Everything had been so overwhelming.
And then my eyes fell, almost involuntarily, to the growing evidence of his desire pressing against his jeans.
"Your... situation?" I asked, my voice coming out breathless.
He gave me a slow smile, tucking my hair behind my ear. "That can wait," he said smoothly, almost dismissively. Then, more softly, he added, "But you didn’t come here to talk about that, did you?"
I felt a little winded, but not just from the physical exertion. There was something else, something I wasn’t sure I could put into words. I had come here to talk about something that had been gnawing at me for days, but now that I was here, the words just wouldn’t come.
I glanced away, trying to gather my thoughts, but I couldn’t. That woman at the mall had mentioned that I used to go there with Cormac’s sister—she had to be mistaken.
That was it. And she said so herself.
The whole thing was just a weird misunderstanding.
And the vision at the library? My mind had to be playing tricks on me. I’d had bizarre dreams and nightmares before. The things that scared me, the things I didn’t want to face—my mind had a way of giving them faces, twisting them into something they weren’t.
Hell, I’d had dreams and nightmares about Cormac even.
And the drowning? That had never happened. It was just a nightmare, a stupid, terrifying dream.
I shook my head slightly, closing my mouth. "It’s nothing," I finally muttered, feeling ridiculous. "I just wanted to—"
I didn’t finish. My words trailed off because I didn’t know what else to say.
He didn’t push, just looked at me with that calm stare. His head tilted slightly, "Just wanted to what?"
I swallowed hard, not sure why I felt the need to say something. "See you," I said quietly. “I just wanted… to see you.”
It was almost silly, in a way. But it was the only thing I could have said that felt slightly close to the truth. I could see the slight softening in his gaze as he studied me.
For a long moment, he just looked at me, as if trying to decide something.
Then, without a word, he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss.
And just the intensity of his touch was enough to chase all my demons away.