by Brynn Paulin
Boldly, I settled my hand on his thigh, rubbing just slightly, trying to make it seem absentminded while I listened to the music. We were surrounded but at least fifty other people. The blanket offered privacy, but not that much privacy.
“Paige,” he rumbled against my ear, making me shiver with awareness. “You’re playing with fire.”
Okay, so he wasn’t fooled.
I tipped my head to look up at him and grinned. “Well, it’s a chilly night. Fire’s warm.”
He grasped my fingers as they traveled a little closer to his hip. Oops. “I want you,” he growled. “Make no mistake. But I don’t want to rush you.” His fingers squeezed mine. “That’s a total lie. I want to rush you more than you’ll ever believe. I just know I can’t.”
“You could.”
“No.” He sighed. “I want more than sex with you. I want a relationship with great sex added to it. And it fucking kills me to put the breaks on because I have no doubt it’ll be phenomenal when we get there.” He brought my fingers to the ridge straining against his fly. Gah, he was huge. “You’re mine and this is all yours; know that. I will never let you go. But I need you to be sure. It’s been months for me, but you only really met me yesterday. And then…”
“Yeah, that wasn’t great.”
I swallowed hard and my fingers instinctively flexed against him. Embry groaned into my shoulder. “Fuck, Paige. You’re going to kill me.”
I’d be right there beside him. Me and my Romeo. Destined to be together, here of in the next. Deep inside, I knew it was true. Why else would this instant attraction have exploded inside us?
“But you’re wrong, you know? I’ve been watching you for months, too. I’m shocked you didn’t notice I got caught up watching you while you typed away on your computer at the shop. That’s why I was so horribly embarrassed yesterday. Here’s this guy I’ve been crushing on for months, and I’m in a stupid bunny costume, drenched to the skin.”
“Not stupid. I rather liked it.”
“Of course, you did,” I groaned. “Little boobs and all, right out there for you to see.”
“I think your tits are perfect.”
“It’s still embarrassing.”
The arm around me shifted, sliding from my shoulder down to my waist then up to cup one of my breasts. “Perfect,” he murmured, his fingers finding the nipple through my clothes and rolling it. “I’d like to see these under drier circumstances.”
“I don’t think it’ll be dry at all,” I gasped. Everything had gone tight and tingly and wet when he’d touched me. As his fingers moved, corresponding flashes of pleasure surged down to my core and I had to bite into my lip to keep from making sounds. My hand, still held in his, flexed into his hardness that throbbed against my palm.
So much for not going too fast.
“Your little hand on me feels so good,” he groaned into my ear. “But I need you to be sure. Really sure, love.”
I shivered again at the casual endearment. “I’m sure,” I told him. “Completely sure. I’m ready to go.”
He pulled back, brows furrowed. “For me to take you home?”
I lifted a shoulder then caught my breath as it moved my breast within his grasp. “Or to yours. I have a twin bed.”
Leaning in, he brushed his lips over mine. It wasn’t enough, but I sensed him holding back. If the small tremors I felt meant anything, he was as turned on as I was.
“Then definitely my place,” he agreed.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Five
~ Embry ~
This wasn’t at all how I’d envisioned the night going, but damn, if I had no complaints. I’d wanted Paige in my arms and in my bed for way too long. Now, that it was finally happening, my brain yelled for me to slow down, not to rush her.
My body told my brain to fuck off.
Besides, Paige was giving me all the right signs. I thought if I put her off now, besides the pain to my dick, it would cause her to doubt me, doubt us and this fiery attraction we’d both been suppressing. I couldn’t have that.
“I like your house,” she commented as when I led her into the entry hall. “It’s not huge and ostentatious.” She glanced around the space. “It’s comfortable and not overdone and showy. At least what I see of it.”
“It’s all like this.”
“It’s nice.”
“You can do whatever you want with it.”
Her eyes widened for just a moment, then she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at me. “You don’t think that’s a little fast?”
I shrugged. “I already told you how I feel. This is the start of a relationship. Our relationship that will last…oh I don’t know—as long as I’m breathing. If you’re not there yet, then we’re not here yet. And maybe I should show you the home theater and we can watch one of the movies I have on streaming.”
She paused, studying me, and I liked that she was a thinker, that she wasn’t just going to jump. That meant there was less chance of her changing her mind later. I wanted her all in. I needed her to be.
“Maybe, you can show me the house…”
Oh, well, shit.
“…Later. I’d really like a tour and to see everything. But Embry, I don’t really care about the house. I’m here for you. If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be here. Just…always be the you you’ve shown me. Always tell me the truth, always be genuine with me.”
“Always.” My conscience niggled at me because there were three pretty big things I was keeping from her. I’d figure out a way to tell her, but now would screw up everything.
Stepping closer, I drew her into my arms and slid one hand into her soft hair. Angling her head, I pressed my lips over hers and kissed her like I’ve wanted to since the day I’d first lain eyes on her. Paige moaned, curling her fingers into my shirt. Her body melted into mine as she went to her toes to get closer to me. Her arms circled my shoulders.
“Embry,” she whispered against my mouth.
“My Paige. I feel like I’ve waited so long.”
“Me, too.”
I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her heart pressed against my erection and I thought I might lose myself right then and there.
“You feel so good,” I muttered, grinding into her. Fucking heaven. I couldn’t believe I finally had my girl here in my arms.
“We’ll feel better naked, I bet,” she teased.
“You’re right about that.” Taking the stairs two at a time while I held her tight, I rushed up to my bedroom where I set her on her feet next to the bed. She bit her lip shyly as I took a step away, but even though color darkened her cheeks, she kept her eyes on me.
I reached for the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head along with the shirt I wore beneath it. Paige followed suit. When I reached for my waistband, she reached for her. Her tongue darted out to dampen her lip, but she didn’t pause as we stripped down.
Soon, I was naked, and she was in lacy, butter yellow bra and panties that matched her sweater. I was sure she didn’t know I’d designed that lingerie. The scraps of confection were sublime on my little muse.
And her stare was glued to my dick. She swallowed hard. “You’re…wow. That’ll make a girl happy.”
“That’ll make you happy. I don’t care about anyone else.”
“Lucky me,” she breathed.
I stepped closer, and she stiffened slightly. I ran my hands over her arms. “Okay?”
“Very okay. I’ve just…” She shrugged. “It’s all new.”
My thumbs stroked along her jaw while I cupped her head and tilted her gaze up to me. “We can go as slow as you need.”
“I just need you.”
“God, you are so perfect.” I scooped her and placed her on the bed. My finger traced the strap of her bra, and I watched goosebumps lift along her skin. “So pretty. Like the tastiest Easter treat. I’d like you in my basket every year.”
“Pretty big basket.”
My fingertips graze
d along her torso to her panties. I could see how damp she was, and I wanted them off so I could lap at the source. “Or in my bed, wearing nothing but bunny ears. Legs spread so I can get my sugary, sweet treat.”
“You’re a naughty man.”
“Only for you. Do you think my little bunny will bring me my sweetness every year?”
She giggled. “Depends in what you give that bunny.”
“Then let me show you.” I skimmed her panties off her in a flash, and had her legs spread wide before I finished speaking. Bare. Fucking bare. I dove in like the starving man I was, parting her folds with my thumbs and revealing the delicacies within. So beautiful and slick with her need.
“Embry, oh God,” she cried as I lapped. She shook as her body responded to the first intimate touch, going off like on overwound top. She screamed, her legs squeezing my shoulders and her sex clenching on my feasting tongue.
“Yeah, baby, give it to me. You taste so fucking good. I could eat you forever.”
“Yes, more,” she begged. Her fingers clenched in my hair, pulling but the pain was so sweet because I knew it was in correlation to the pleasure I gave her. Her body bucked as I pushed a finger into her tight opening, testing it, finding she’d strangle my dick in that soft, wet passage.
Slowly, I finger-fucked her, intent on wringing another orgasm from her before giving her my cock. She chanted my name, the pitch rising when I added a second finger and increased my speed. This was a pure dream come true. Even if we ended here tonight, I’d be a satisfied man—as long as I could hold her after.
“Embry, I… Embry,” she screamed, giving me the prize I’d sought. I kept eating her while she rode it out, but as she settled, I wide the back of my hand across my mouth and rose over her. She opened her arms to me, drawing me in. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. I took her mouth, and we kissed furiously, moving together as we connected, touching everywhere we could reach.
I cupped her breast, then realizing she still wore her bra, got rid of it so I could feel her skin to skin. Wresting my mouth from hers, I kissed down to one nipple. “God, these are pretty. It almost killed me the other day, seeing them, wanting them in my mouth so bad. It was breathtaking.”
“They’re small. I don’t even really need a bra.”
“They’re perfect. Look at them in my hand.” Keeping her gaze, I lowered my head. “And in my mouth.” I sucked on tip deep, savoring her taste and the pliant texture against my tongue. Paige arched, clenching her hands on my shoulders, crying out the pleasure of having my mouth on her.
Chapter Six
~ Paige ~
I was boneless yet needy after Embry worked me over. My breasts tingled from the fervent attention; my pussy throbbed to be filled. I needed him in me. I needed to be filled and owned by him.
Kneeling between my legs, he notched his glans to my opening, his eyes locked on mine. “Good?” he asked.
“So good. Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.”
“Show me.”
“Watch,” he commanded. I jostled up to rest on my elbows and caught my breath at the sight of him pressed into my folds. I could barely breathe as he slowly pushed forward. It was tight, and I gasped as he pushed through my barrier.
“Don’t stop,” I begged when he paused.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I looked up into his tight face while he struggled to be still. “You won’t. I promise. Please…”
He gave a sharp nod and we groaned together as he pushed the rest of the way into me. My head dropped back at the sensations railing though me. The bite of pain, the razor edge of pleasure, absolute happiness to be with this man.
“Mine,” he growled. He bent and sucked on a nipple, the released it on a pop. “All. Mine.”
“Yes.” I reached up to cup the back of his head and brought his mouth to mine. “And you’re mine. And I want more. Fuck me, Embry.”
He kissed me hard. His hips pistoned, giving me exactly what I wanted. His long, thick shaft. Hard, fast, a little rough. I was right there with him. My hands grappled along his body while my being flew. Golden threads of pleasure wrapped around me, tighter and tighter and readying to rip free and send me careening into bliss.
His hand reached between us, and I again looked down where we were joined. His shaft pummeled in and out, shiny with my arousal and streaks of my virginity. Just seeing it ignited tremors in my passage, the walls clenching on him.
He groaned, tossing back his head, his teeth gritted. “Fuck, Paige,” he growled out. “So fucking good.” His gaze found me, pinning me as I teetered on the edge. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you.” He surged forward pinning me to the bed as his hips pumped, out of control and I could only cling to him. “I’m going to fill you,” he repeated, rasping the words into my ear. “And we’re going to fuck like bunnies all night long. You know why the say that?”
I nodded.
“We’re going to fuck and fuck and fuck, my little bunny,” he promised. “And I’m going to breed you. You’re never hopping away from me.”
My body took over, blanking of all thoughts as his words shoved me right over the edge into the chasm of mindless release. I screamed as I tumbled, my body milking every bit of the seed from him that he promised. And when the hot pulses filled me, nothing had ever felt so right.
“Paige,” he whispered as we sank into the mattress together. He rolled to the side, pulling me to lie half, draped over him while his dick stayed lodged in me. “Paige…my Paige.”
I hummed, burying my face in his shoulder. “Yes, yours. And you’re mine.”
“Always.”
* * * *
I curled into his side, wearing one of Embry’s T-shirts and nothing else, as we watched a movie in his home theater. An afghan covered my legs, but it didn’t stop him as his arm curled around me, and he lazily fingered my folds.
I shuddered, my breathing uneven, while he caressed my clit while I valiantly tried to watch the movie. His eyes were pinned to the screen as if he weren’t sensually torturing me.
“Who’d have thought you were a Harry Potter fan?”
“Hmm, what?”
“Harry Potter? You’re a fan?”
“Oh, is that what’s on? I just cued the last thing played.” He made a face. “Hmm sorry. I’m probably ruining your childhood doing this while it’s on.”
“Not really watching it,” I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me. “What I’d really like is for you to thrown me down on the couch and take me again.”
“Hmm…” He fiddled with the remote then I heard the sound of sex filling the air. He’d cued up a sexy part of Fifty Shades. Powerful billionaire and his virgin lover. “Close your eyes and listen,” he whispered, pushing me down on the cushions. I did as he commanded, hearing the cries surrounding us. I could almost imagine us in a room of other people having sex, and it turned me on more than I would have imagined.
Embry thrust into me, surging through my sodden folds. “Doesn’t matter who lusts after you, who wants you, who tries to steal you from me, who watches you…us… You’re all mine. This…” He cupped my mound. “Is all mine.”
“Show me,” I demanded.
He pulled out of me, and I cried out in protest, especially when he dragged me to my feet. But then I was bent over the arm of the couch, impaled on that hard length. He fucked me hard, his hand fisted in my hair, our cries coloring the air. Moisture trickled down my trembling thighs as he owned me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same again.
* * * *
Embry was downstairs somewhere while I sprawled on his bed. Or our bed, as he’d informed me sometime in the night. It was morning now. Bright sunlight flooded the room, and I knew I needed to get moving. Muscles I’d never thought of ached from the hours of vigorous loving all night, but I had to get to school soon.
I groaned at the thought. Sitting in a chair in the classroom would be tricky today. I wasn’t sore per se, but my s
ex was tender in a hyperaware, tingly way. And pressure would remind me of Embry. I just wanted to say screw school and fuck him some more. All day long.
He’d broken me, apparently. Where was my drive to be the best, to get the best grades? Hopefully, it was only a temporary vacation. Even so, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
But I would drag myself out of here like the good little college student I usually was. He probably had to get to work, too. That was real life. But maybe tonight…?
After finding my clothes heaped next to the bed where we’d left them last night, I pulled them on then went in search of Embry and some coffee. My phone was in my pocket and I tugged it out to see in my ex-roomie, still my bestie, had called as she usually did in the mornings. Not yet. But I did have another missed call from my mother. This time, she’d texted, as well.
Call me back, you little brat.
Well, that would get me to call her. Not. Clearing the message, I decided to call Susan and let her know I wouldn’t be doing the Bunny Gram thing anymore. Not unless it was personal for Embry, and she didn’t need to know about that.
“Paige,” she answered, not sounding as friendly as before. Maybe, she wasn’t a morning person. “I don’t have any new jobs.”
“Oh. Well, that’s cool. I was actually calling to say, I’m sorry. I can’t do Bunny Grams anymore. I know you don’t have anyone—”
“Sweetie, that’s okay. I hired another girl.”
“Oh…”
“I mean, I know your guy won’t let you do them anymore,” she added.
I stopped partway down the stairs. “Wait. What?”
“Embry Fitzgerald? Your boyfriend? He’s friends with my husband. He made it very clear you weren’t doing deliveries anymore. I’m guessing you didn’t know that. Damn men. If I didn’t love mine so much, I’d kick his pushy, alpha ass.”
