June Kisses: Wilder Irish, book 6

by Carr, Mari

  Colm stood up and slapped him on the shoulder encouragingly. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Good luck. And um, I think this is my cue to go to bed. Don’t want to run the risk of hearing anything you might do to my impressionable, sweet little cousin.”

  Landon chuckled. “Surprised you managed to say that whole thing without laughing.”

  “I’m a lawyer, used to spouting all kinds of bullshit. Just the same, if you do anything to hurt—”

  “Colm. It’s me.”

  That seemed to be all the reassurance Colm needed as he headed to the stairs, his room next door to Finn’s on the third floor.

  Landon walked to Sunnie’s room, the door ajar. There was enough moonlight streaming into the room to allow him to see her. She’d already kicked the covers off and appeared to be wearing the same T-shirt/boxers deal she had on the morning he woke her for the interview.

  He closed the door and locked it. Walking across the room, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and socks and unfastened his jeans.

  “Scoot over, Sunshine.”

  Landon sat on the edge of her bed. She barely stirred.

  “Sunnie,” he whispered, gently pushing her toward the center of the mattress.

  She rolled with his soft shove, slowly coming awake and muttering something incomprehensible before pulling the pillow under her head and settling down again.

  He chuckled softly as he shucked off his jeans and boxers.

  “Sunnie,” he said again, crawling in next to her.

  She stirred once more, turning toward the sound of his voice.

  “Landon?” she whispered.

  “Yeah.”

  She shuffled, her head lifting from the pillow as if she didn’t trust her hearing.

  “What are you doing here? Wait. Are you naked?”

  He grinned. “We’re going to finish what we started earlier.”

  He recognized her hesitance, and he hated it.

  “I…” She paused. “We need to be careful.”

  Nothing she could have said sounded less like Sunnie than that. Landon had been waiting for a lecture from Finn throughout the entire baseball game tonight. It never came, so he realized he’d given it to Sunnie during Landon’s shower.

  “We’re going to be careful, Sunshine,” he assured her.

  She obviously thought he misunderstood. “No, not that. I’m still on the pill. I mean—”

  “I know exactly what you mean.”

  “You do?”

  “I do.” He pulled her toward him, kissing her, relieved when she returned his embrace, her lips going soft beneath him.

  There wasn’t a shy bone in Sunnie’s body, so she lost no time taking advantage of his nudity. She ran her fingers over his bare chest, breaking off the kiss so she could look at him. He let her go, fully intending to take the same visual tour when he got her out of her pajamas.

  “I’ve seen you without a shirt a million times. Why do I suddenly feel so…”

  Landon forced himself to wait, to see what word she would use.

  “God, I’m excited, nervous, and turned on all at the same time,” she listed in one rushed breath.

  “It’s different this time.”

  Her gaze lifted to his. “Yeah. It is.” Her hand drifted lower, gripping his cock as she had earlier today. “I haven’t had sex in over a year.”

  He could tell from the slight wince that followed that statement she hadn’t meant to blurt that out.

  Landon smiled, giving her a soft, quick kiss. “Me either.”

  “You’re, um…well, at the risk of giving you an inflated head…kind of big.”

  He laughed. “I’m not freaking John Holmes, Sunnie. It’s going to be fine. Promise.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I know that. I’m just saying…”

  “What?” he prompted, wondering what was worrying her.

  “At April Fools, you told me what you like in bed, and I’m all in on…most of it.”

  He recalled what he said, and he knew exactly what part was freaking her out. “Jesus, Sunnie. I’m not doing all of that to you tonight. And I’m not doing anything you don’t want or aren’t comfortable with.”

  She nipped her lower lip, the gesture completely adorable, and for a second, she actually did fit Colm’s description of impressionable and sweet. It passed quickly when she said, “While I wouldn’t mind losing my anal cherry, I’m sure as hell not starting with this.” She squeezed his dick firmly.

  Landon laughed so hard, he fell to his back, her hand slipping off him. “Oh my God, Sunshine.”

  “What’s so funny?” she asked, though her smile told him she wasn’t offended by his humor.

  “Anal cherry?”

  “Well, it’s not like I’m a virgin any other way. You should know that. After all, you were the first one I told when—”

  “I know exactly when you lost your virginity,” he said, cutting her off.

  She’d lost it to Jacob Payne after the Homecoming football game her junior year. Sunnie had only gone out with him for two months and the decision to have sex had been based more on her determination to get rid of her pesky virginity than on true love. She’d missed her curfew, and knew her dad would question her about it, so she had called Landon and asked him to pick her up from Jacob’s house, figuring Aaron would be more forgiving if she told him she’d been with Landon at the same party, and just lost track of time.

  All that had happened was Aaron had read both of them the riot act, and Finn hadn’t spoken to him the entire next day, pissed off Landon had gone to a party without him. The silent treatment for the party ended when Sunnie told Finn the truth and insisted he lay off Landon.

  Of course, at that point, the silent treatment lasted even longer. Finn was pissed as shit that Landon hadn’t told him about Sunnie losing her virginity.

  Landon reached out, tucking his arm around her. Sunnie laid her head on his chest, the two of them quiet for a moment.

  “You know everything about me,” she said after a few minutes. Landon couldn’t quite read her tone.

  “I don’t think you can ever know everything about someone else. But it’s safe to say I know a lot.”

  “You know a lot,” she said, adopting his clarification. “And you still want to do this?”

  “Of course I do.”

  She lifted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You think I’m a pain in the ass.”

  He twisted toward her. “I haven’t thought that in years.”

  Sunnie kissed him, her tongue touching his. They remained that way for a long time, their lips connected as they shared the same air.

  He moved it to the next level, helping her sit up so he could pull her T-shirt off. He’d had his lips on her breasts earlier today, in the locker room, but this was the first time she’d been completely topless, his view unobscured by a shirt or her bra.

  Like her, he took some time to enjoy it. To touch her and look his fill.

  “Lay down, so I can take these boxers off you.”

  She did as directed, lifting her hips as he gripped the elastic and pulled the last piece of clothing from her.

  Sunnie squeezed her legs together briefly before parting them, so he could run his fingers over her slit.

  She was wet and hot, just like she’d been this afternoon on his couch. He’d barely managed to stay at that goddamn baseball game, each inning lasting an eternity.

  “Sunnie, I want to go slow, want to make this—”

  “Shhh. If you’ve learned anything in the past couple weeks, it’s that I go off like a bottle rocket every time you touch me. This won’t take me long either.”

  He moved over her, her legs parting to welcome him between them. Once again, he let her guide him to her opening, and he pressed just the head inside. Then he paused.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asked, when he made no move to go deeper.

  “Finn.”

  She laughed—and that was when he thrust in, her giggles morphing to moans
.

  “Oh my God,” she breathed.

  He agreed. Nothing on earth could have prepared him for how good this felt.

  He dropped to hold his weight on his elbows, kissing her as he slid in and out. He started slowly, giving her a chance to catch her breath, to adjust to him.

  Soon, that wasn’t enough.

  He moved from his elbows to his hands, braced his knees and started moving harder, deeper.

  Sunnie’s grip on his shoulders tightened, her fingers digging in to his muscles there. Her hips moved in time, thrusting up as he pushed in.

  After just a dozen rough strokes, she came.

  Landon kept moving. Stopping would kill him. He had no doubt.

  “Landon,” she cried when he withdrew.

  “Turn over,” he said, helping her to her hands and knees. She groaned when he pushed back in from behind.

  “Fuck,” she said loudly. “Yes!”

  He was glad Colm had gone to bed and vaguely wondered what the hell Yvonne was hearing. Her room was just next door.

  He gripped her waist, thrusting roughly, Sunnie matching him.

  “Hair,” she gasped. “Do that thing—”

  He didn’t need to be asked twice…or once even.

  Landon grasped a handful of her hair, pulling it.

  Her pussy clenched in response. She was fucking perfect.

  He lifted his hand, slapping one bare ass cheek, the other hand still buried in her hair. Sunnie exploded again, trembling violently as she came once more.

  This time, he was a goner.

  Landon jerked once, twice more, his balls constricting as he came.

  “Holy fuck. Sunshine… Jesus!”

  Neither of them moved immediately, locked together as they fought their way back to the surface.

  Sunnie shivered as Landon withdrew, falling to the mattress next to her.

  The room was quiet as both of them fought to catch their breath. Sunnie had reached out and found his hand. He held hers, squeezing it, as he tried to find the words.

  Ever since that kiss at April Fools, Sunnie had consumed his thoughts and his fantasies.

  She’d just blown every dirty daydream he’d had of her out of the water.

  And while he’d been in love before, even thought he’d found “the one” in Allison, he knew now those feelings had been lukewarm in comparison. If he’d married Allison, he probably would have been happy, in an easy, comfortable way, but he would have missed out on spending the rest of his life with his soul mate.

  Sunnie had been made for him.

  Now he just had to convince her. She wouldn’t go down easily. Certainly not without a fight.

  At some point, her brain was going to kick in, going to tell her what they just did was a mistake. Which meant Landon needed to be ready.

  Or maybe he could just keep her in this post-orgasm fog for the next fifty or so years.

  He released her hand and turned toward her nightstand. Switching on the light, he opened the drawer.

  Sunnie propped herself up on her elbow. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Looking for your vibrators.”

  Her face was priceless, the perfect blend of curiosity and horror. “Why?”

  Landon didn’t answer her. He didn’t need to. He’d hit pay dirt. “Got it.”

  Pulling the vibrator out of the drawer, he was surprised to discover only that one toy.

  “That’s it?” he asked.

  Sunnie flushed slightly.

  “Are you blushing?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “No,” she protested hotly, her face growing even redder. Landon had never seen her look even remotely embarrassed, so his interest was piqued.

  “Where are the rest of the toys, Sunnie?”

  She pointed down. “Under the bed. They don’t all…um…fit in the drawer.”

  Landon got out of bed, despite her grip on his arm as she attempted to keep him from exploring further.

  “Wait!”

  He reached beneath the bed and found a handle. Tugging the box out, he whistled at the size of it.

  Then his eyes widened as he took off the lid. “Sweet Jesus,” he murmured.

  Sunnie’s toy box rivaled the stockroom of Adam and Eve.

  “What the hell, babe?” He lifted several items that were still in packages, including nipple clamps, handcuffs, a silk blindfold, and three different butt plugs.

  “I had a coupon.”

  He shook his head. “Try again. Why isn’t any of this opened?”

  “It’s new…ish.”

  “How new?” he asked, though he had a suspicion. He prayed it was correct.

  She shrugged, but he merely stared her down, waiting.

  “I got it a few months ago.”

  “Before or after April Fools.”

  Sunnie rolled her eyes, but the pink in her cheeks returned and his question was answered.

  “You liked hearing what I enjoy in bed, didn’t you? Turned you on.”

  She grabbed the butt plug and nipple clamps out of his hands and tossed them back in the box. “Put it away.”

  He shook his head, reaching for the cuffs and the blindfold. “We’ll start slow.”

  She eyed the toys as he took them out of their packages.

  “Why is the vibrator in the drawer and not the box?”

  She lifted one shoulder casually. “It’s my favorite.”

  “Perfect.”

  He tossed the lid back on the box and toed it under the bed once more before sitting next to her.

  “Landon, I don’t think—”

  “If you want to say no, Sunnie, say it and these go away. But you and I both know you bought them because you were curious.” He spun the cuffs around on one finger. They were velvet-lined, made for sexual bondage. If she really got into being restrained, he’d love to use the real thing on her. Roleplay with Sunnie would be a lot of fun.

  Sunnie considered his offer, her flush fading as she crawled toward him. His dick went hard as she moved slowly, sensually across the bed.

  “You know how to use those, Officer Riggs?”

  Oh fuck.

  It was on.

  “Are you going to come peacefully, or are you planning to resist arrest?”

  “I never come peacefully. I’m pretty sure you just heard exactly how loud I come.”

  “Sunnie,” Landon said, his voice suddenly husky with need.

  “Hmmm?” As she hummed, she reached out, intent on grasping his cock in her hand.

  He took a step away. If she touched him, this ended before it began. He’d have her flat on her back and he’d be inside her within seconds, fucking her like his life depended on it.

  This was one game he intended to play all the way out.

  “You have the right to remain silent, Ms. Young,” he started, his deep cop voice capturing her attention.

  “Can’t we work something out, Officer Riggs? Make some other sort of arrangement so I don’t have to go to jail?”

  “Are you attempting to bribe me?” he asked, feigning offense.

  Sunnie ran her fingers along his chest. “I don’t have any money, but…”

  “But,” he prompted.

  “Maybe there’s something else I can give you.”

  “I’d be very careful, Ms. Young. I’m an honest cop, and anything you say now can and will be used against you.”

  He purposely didn’t finish his line.

  “In a court of law?” she added.

  Landon shook his head. “In my bed.”

  Before she could reply to that, he turned her away from him, draping her facedown on the bed. She struggled slightly, her resistance a token effort at best as she kept up the pretense.

  “Please, Officer,” she said breathlessly.

  Once her hands were secured behind her back, he drew the blindfold on over her eyes. Sunnie shook her head as he tried to tie it, and this time her struggle felt genuine. She wouldn’t like the loss of her vision—it would strip awa
y some of the control she thought she had.

  She was about to find out how little of that she actually possessed.

  “If it’s too much for you, Sunshine…if you get scared, just say ‘cheerleader’ and I’ll stop.”

  She snickered. “You’re so obsessed with me in that uniform.”

  He followed that taunt with a slap to her ass. A hard one.

  Sunnie jerked, in surprise and perhaps even a bit of pain.

  “Ow.”

  “What do you say to make me stop?” he prompted.

  “Cheerleader,” she breathed. “But, Landon—”

  He smacked her again. “Officer Riggs,” he corrected.

  She shivered slightly. “Officer Riggs?”

  “Yes.”

  “I won’t say that word. I don’t want to stop.”

  Just when he thought his dick couldn’t get any harder.

  Landon pressed her legs apart and sank three fingers in deep. She was slick with arousal and his come, and her inner muscles quivered, still sensitive from the orgasms she’d already had.

  When she started moving in time with his thrusting fingers, he withdrew them.

  “Don’t stop,” she demanded, her request earning her another slap to her ass.

  “I don’t think you understand how serious your crimes were, Ms. Young,” he said, reminding her they were still playing their roles. Landon knelt behind her.

  Sunnie tilted her head, forced to guess what he was doing, blinded by the silk over her eyes. She appeared to be listening for clues.

  He grinned, wondering what she’d make of what she heard next.

  Landon pulled the box back out. He’d shoved it away, wanting her to relax, to think the only toys he intended to play with were the cuffs and blindfold.

  “What are you—” she started.

  He cut her off with a hard spank. “Quiet.”

  Sunnie pressed her lips together tightly, and he could tell she was struggling to remain in character. She was too inquisitive, too demanding.

  Submission would never come natural to her.

  Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it. Even now, the inside of her thighs shone with her arousal. She was very, very wet. And ready.

  He tugged out the smallest of the butt plugs and a tube of lubrication. Landon opened the packages, watching her face, turned toward him as she still tried to figure out what he was doing. There was no question she was dying to ask. Remarkably, she was a quick study, and she kept her mouth shut.