The Risk Taker

by Cathryn Fox

  I pause, take a long moment to digest his words, as his dark brown eyes, full of lust and hunger roam my face. Something in his expression softens as his hand falls to mine. His warm knuckles brush mine and my entire body quakes with the need to feel a man’s touch. But not just any man’s touch. No, it’s only Jamie’s hands I want on me. It might have only ever been his.

  “Out of it,” I say quietly, not knowing what to do, say, or even think. He’s my brother-in-law and the both of us are so goddamned damaged we’re not thinking with any sort of clarity. But maybe what we’re doing here is right, maybe…just once, we can find some sort of comfort in each other’s arms.

  Shaky hands go to my shoulders, and the air between us sizzles as he grips me tight. “What…what are you saying?”

  “I’m not your brother’s wife. Not anymore,” I say as he looks at my mouth with hunger. A delicious shudder skitters through me at the heated look in his eyes. “I want you, Jamie. I want you to show me how sexy I am. Out of my bikini.”

  His throat makes a sound as he swallows, and after a low, tortured growl that floods my sex with heat, he says, “Fallon, I want you but you have to know I can’t give you—”

  I put my hands to his lips. “I don’t want more, and I can’t give more, either. Just this. Just tonight. Us.”

  His hand curls in the front of my sundress and he backs me up, pressing me to the wall like he did that first night he thought I was an intruder. His warm breath is on my face as his breathing becomes deeper, faster. “Tonight. Just tonight, Fallon. You and me. No one else.”

  “No one else,” I say and I understand what he’s asking. Our past, our hurts…they don’t exist for the next few hours. No, tonight it’s just two people, two best friends, in need of the other person’s touch, for reasons neither of us are going to question.

  His mouth lowers, and his lips land on mine. Soft at first, an easy, careful exploration, but when I slide my arms around his back and pull him against me, wiggling and massaging his erection with my stomach, the kiss changes, becomes hungrier, deeper, a damaged man starved for so much more than physical touch.

  I open for him, give myself over, wanting him to take charge, give me the freedom, the escape I need, the escape, I’m sure, I can only find with Jamie. As though reading my thoughts, he picks me up, holds me tight against his hard, protective body and for the first time in a long time, I feel wanted, feel like I no longer have to hide my curves.

  “I’ve got you, Fallon,” he says. “Tonight, you’re mine. All mine. I’m going to take care of you,” he says softly and I almost want to cry at the tenderness in his eyes. No man in the world has ever made me feel so protected, cherished.

  “We’re going to take care of each other,” I whisper back as he takes me into the house, locks the door behind us and carries me upstairs. He brings me into the room he slept in last night, and I can’t help but think it’s a conscious decision. No memories of us come tomorrow in the bed I’m currently sleeping in. This is a one-night thing, and we both know it.

  He closes the door quietly with his foot, then adjusts me in his arms. With the lights off, he carries me to his bed and positions me on the edge. I sink into the bedding, blink against the darkness, and work to make out his gorgeous frame as he stands back, far from my touch.

  “Jamie,” I say and reach for him, needing him in a way that is almost frightening.

  I blink as the lamp on the night stand flicks on, and when my eyes adjust to the brightness, and I catch the intense way Jamie is staring at me, I suck in a fast breath, my pulse pounding at the base of my neck.

  I perch on the edge of the bed, pretty sure I’ve never been more anxious or needy about anything. When he doesn’t make a move, doesn’t do anything but stare at me a thread of nervousness ebbs its way through my brain, and as old insecurities creep back in, I begin to doubt everything, especially the part about me being perfect.

  Has he changed his mind?

  Not wanting him to read the worry on my face, or watch me run from the room if he’s having second thoughts, I make a move to turn the light back out.

  “Don’t,” he says so abruptly, so firmly my hand stops midair and my gaze flies to his. “I want to see you, Fallon. All of you. Every goddamn beautiful inch. I want to admire your full breasts, run my hands along your lush curves and bury my mouth between your legs until you’re screaming my name and coming so hard nothing else in the world matters but what we’re doing in this bed.”

  “I…I want that too,” I say, barely able to hear as my heart pounds in my ears.

  With that he tugs off his shirt and tosses it to the floor, gifting me an up close and personal view of his rock-hard body. My fingers itch and I’m practically salivating as I stare, memorizing every groove and valley to call on later, when I’m alone in bed. The man might have been letting a few things go this summer, but his fitness isn’t one of them.

  “Your turn,” he says. “Shirt off.”

  I glance down at my sundress. “I don’t have a T-shirt,” I say and one corner of his mouth turns up in a playful grin.

  “I know.”

  A chuckle bubbles in my throat, thrilled to see the playful Jamie back. “Fine then,” I say and stand. I grip my dress, and hesitate for a brief moment before peeling it off. His eager eyes leave my hands and move to my face to assess me.

  “You’re beautiful, Fallon. I can’t wait to get my mouth and hands on all your sweet curves. Trust me on that.”

  With his encouragement, a new kind of confidence bubbles up inside me. I pull my dress off and let it fall to the floor in a heap near his shirt. The groan that follows gives me a burst of confidence as I stand before him in nothing but my bra and panties. He rips into his jeans and kicks them off, and I take in his huge erection pressing insistently against his boxer shorts. Holy, the man is nothing short of perfection.

  “Your turn,” he says.

  “I don’t have pants,” I say, playing along with this game as I study the tattoos on his body and consider their significance.

  “I know,” he says again, giving me that devilish grin that is turning me inside out.

  “Fine then.” I grip the thin elastic on my panties, toy with them for a minute and I’m about to pull them off when his voice stops me.

  “Slow,” he whispers, and my heart misses a beat. “Nice and slow, Fallon. I want to enjoy every second of this.”

  I gulp. Good God, I’ve never done a strip-tease before, but I’m sensing that’s exactly what he wants from me, and I can’t help but want to give it to him. Who knew that behind closed doors Jamie would be a dirty-talking, take charge kind of guy. I almost want to stand on the roof and scream hallelujah. I wiggle my hips and his tortured moan fuels the hunger in me.

  “Like this?” I ask and move my hips, rotate them in a way he clearly finds sexy, judging by the harsh breathing sounds he’s making.

  “Just like that,” he says softly, and pulls his cock from his boxer shorts. He strokes himself and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The man has no shame and I absolutely love it.

  “Turn around,” he says, his voice a soft command that excites me on even more. As my sex moistens in anticipation, he continues with, “Legs together, knees locked, and bend forward to remove your panties.”

  A thrill races through me when I get what he’s after. I turn, and keeping my legs together, and knees locked, I slide my panties down my thighs, giving him a view of my very curvy backside. Never in my life would I have had the guts to do something like this, even when I was thin. But something about this man, something about the way he’s gazing at my body—like he wants to worship every inch of me—heats me in a way I’ve never been heated, and kicks any lingering self-doubt out the door.

  “Yeah, that’s it. That’s so fucking it,” he growls. “So hot, Fallon. So hot I might just come in my hand.” A little yelping sound rises in my throat as I discard the panties. “Now turn around and show me that pretty cunt of yours. I want your legs s
pread wide for me.”

  I turn on wobbly knees and face him. No man has ever talked to me the way he is right now. But damned if I don’t need it—love it. It makes me more eager to hand myself over to him, let him do whatever he wants to my quivering body. His gaze drops to take in my sex and I widen my legs without hesitation, bare myself to him. My sex is hot and wet, aching for his touch. His eyes jerk to mine, and he brushes his tongue over his bottom lip.

  “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” he whispers his voice rough with urgency.

  “What are you waiting for?” I say, bolder than I ever have been in my entire life.

  He tears off his boxers and steps up to me. Sliding one hand around my waist, he none so gently tugs me firmly against him. Our bodies crash. Burn against each other. His other hand opens my bra with an expertise I don’t want to think about. He frees my full breasts, and his gaze drops to take in my nakedness as my lacy bra sails to the floor.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he says and cups both breasts, kneading and squeezing so hard my sex clenches with pleasure. His thumbs brush my nipples and they harden even more. I’ve never come from nipple stimulating before, but I’m close, so close it’s insane. “These are all mine tonight.”

  “Yes,” I say and he dips his head, takes one marbled nipple into his mouth and sucks so hard I throw my head back and shamelessly cry out his name.

  “Yeah, I like when you do that,” he says, and treats the other nipple to the same stimulation. I grip his shoulder and hang on as he licks, nips and sucks and takes his fill of me. My fingers itch to touch him in return, so I slide a hand between our bodies and grip his throbbing cock. He’s so damn thick I can barely fist him and I quiver all over at the thoughts of him filling me.

  “Jesus, that feels good,” he murmurs, his mouth going to my neck. He kisses the sensitive hollow spot as I stroke the length of him. With a little nudge I fall backward onto the bed, and land on the mattress. My heavy breasts bounce from the movement and he groans in pleasure.

  “So sexy,” he says and drops to his knees. He grips my thighs, and widens me until my sex is on full display. He finds my mouth, kisses me deeply as he runs his fingers along my legs, squeezing my thighs. “Soft and plush and all mine,” he says as he breaks the kiss.

  He takes my hands which are braced at my sides and places them on my breasts. He keeps his hands on mine, and squeezes, forcing me to massage myself. “Do you touch yourself like this when you’re alone?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I murmur, and he squeezes my tits together, his growl of approval ripping through me.

  He pulls his hands away, and I continue to rub myself. “I like watching you do this.”

  “I like watching you too,” I admit.

  He grins. “I can’t wait to fuck these,” he says. “But first I’ve been dying to get my mouth here.” One hand slides between my legs, circles my engorged clit, teasing relentlessly until I’m squirming on the bed. “What’s the matter, Fallon?” he asks, a playful edge in his voice. “You need something.”

  “You know I do,” I cry out.

  “What is it you need, babe? Tell me, I’ll give it to you. Anything you want. I’ll take care of you. Tonight, anything you want, you get.”

  “I want your mouth on me. I want your fingers inside me. Please…” Lost in euphoria, I lift my hips, my entire body begging, clamoring for so much more from this man.

  He slides one thick finger into me and I throw my head back and groan. “This what you need?”

  “Yes,” I cry out.

  He wiggles his finger inside me, and my body ripples. “You like that?”

  “Oh, yes,” I say and move my hips. He draws his finger out, and slides it back in again. Sensations rocket through me, and draw me deeper and deeper into a place where only pleasure exists.

  “I want your cum all over my fingers,” he says. “I want you all nice and hot and slick when I put my cock in you.”

  Holy God, who is this man?

  “Yes, Jamie,” I say on a breathless whisper. “It’s been so long. Too long. Years,” I murmur without thinking as I toss my head from side to side, and squeeze my full, aching breasts. His finger goes still high inside me and that’s when my one last working brain cell sparks to life, and warns that I shouldn’t have revealed something so personal. Cripes, it’s just that I’m not thinking straight. Apparently, Jamie’s touch does that to me.

  Get it together, Fallon.

  I move my hips, letting him know what I want, and he starts to finger fuck me again, sliding another one in for a snug fit. “That is so good,” I cry out without shame.

  He leans in, and licks my clit, and his growl thrills me. “So fucking sweet, Fallon. If I didn’t need my cock in you, I’d spend the night feasting on your sweet cunt.” He pulls his fingers from my sex and tongues me as his thumb presses against my swollen cleft. I can’t believe how close I am to coming, and I’m thinking it has more to do with Jamie’s deft fingers and tongue rather than how long it’s been since I’ve been with a man.

  He touches the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me and my breath stalls. Every ounce of pleasure centers on my core and my muscles start clenching, pulsing, squeezing his finger as my hot release bursts over me.

  “Oh, my… Yes, Jamie,” I cry out.

  “That’s it. Come for me, baby.” He laps at me and continues to fuck me with his fingers as I come and come and come some more. Years of pent up tension drain from my body with my powerful release and drip down Jamie’s fingers and hand. “Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs as he strokes me to prolong the pleasure.

  I can’t breathe let alone swallow when my body finally stops spasming. I blink but can’t see, I gulp air but can’t fill my lungs as Jamie slowly pulls his fingers out. He presses his forehead to mine, and breathes with me until the room comes back into view and my world stops spinning.

  “You good?” he asks.

  As I nod, he inches back and brings his fingers to his mouth. He licks himself clean and when he meets my gaze, he’s wearing my moisture all over his face. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I…don’t think I’ve ever come like that before,” I admit. Aren’t I one for spilling all my secrets tonight.

  A perplexed look comes over his face, then his eyes soften and he says, “You think you’re done?”

  I swallow against a dry throat. “I’ve never come more than once,” I say.

  He chuckles. “That’s about to change,” he says, not in a cocky way, but in a confident way.

  “I don’t think—”

  “That’s right. I don’t want you to think.” He stands, and his cock is right there, right in front of my mouth, pre-come dripping from his crown. If I wanted him in my mouth—wanted to wet my parched throat—all I’d have to do is part my lips. “When my cock is inside you, you don’t think. You just feel.”

  “I don’t want to think, Jamie.” Needing to taste him, I widen my lips, lean forward and take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. “Holy fuck, Fallon,” he cries out and grips my hair.

  I glance up at him with a mouthful of his fat cock, and take in the shock and heat in his dark eyes. “What,” I say, sliding him from my lips. “You don’t like?” I stroke the long length of him, and cup and massage his balls as they draw tight.

  “Oh, I like. I like a lot.” His grip on my hair tightens as I take him in again, running my tongue over his long length, and licking his bulging veins as they fill with heated blood.

  I soften my tongue, run it over his crown and murmur, “I like it too.” Those words seem to do something to him, something fierce and carnal. His hips power forward, and I relax my throat as he slides into it. Never in my life have I taken a man so deeply before, but with him, I can’t get enough. I want him all. I want everything.

  He tugs on my hair, but I want more, I want him to come in my mouth, but he has other ideas. I moan in protest when he inches out of my mouth, but that moan turns to a whimper of
pleasure when I see the fire in his eyes.

  He grips my arms, lifts me to my feet and plants a kiss onto my mouth. “I need to fuck you,” he growls, and slides a hand between my legs. He strokes my hot sex, inserts a finger. “I think you need that too.”

  “I need this,” I say and wrap my hand around his throbbing cock.

  He picks me up, climbs onto the bed and walks on his knees to center me on the mattress. Widening my legs, he climbs in between them, and falls over me, taking my hard nipple into his mouth. “I know I need to spend more time here, but it will have to wait. Right now, I need inside your sweet pussy.” He plunges a finger into me, and I swear I nearly come again.

  Going back on his heels, he grips his cock, strokes twice and lets his gaze fall from my face to my legs and back again. Goosebumps break out on my skin, even though he hasn’t even touched me, but his gaze strokes over my flesh like a caress. No man has ever looked at me with such worship in his eyes. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I’m going to make this so good for you, you’re going to feel the effects a week from now. I promise you that,” he murmurs.

  “Please, Jamie.”

  He leans over me, and positions his crown at my center. His nostrils flare, and my entire body quakes, so damn eager for him to fill me. But then he clenches his jaw, the muscles rippling in the lamplight and my heart goes into my throat. Please tell me he’s not having second thoughts. I’m about to squirm out from beneath him, but he pins me with his body weight.

  “Condom,” he murmurs. “I don’t have a fucking condom.”

  “Oh, I thought…”

  His eyes narrow on mine. “Thought what?” he asks.

  “I thought…I thought you’d changed your mind,” I say.

  He stares at me for a long moment, then shakes his head. “Fuck, Fallon. You are the hottest woman I know. The sexiest. I am the luckiest guy on the planet right now.”

  I study the heat in his eyes, the way black pupils bleed into the brown. There is nothing in his expression to suggest he’s lying, and that thrills me to the core. Heat sparks through me, a new kind of need zinging through my body.