The Complete Irreparable Boxed Set: Irreparable #1-2

by Sam Mariano

  When she moaned faintly, his grip tightened, his fingers curling more possessively around her ass.

  Touching was too much so he pulled back.

  Then she looked at him, her face clouded with desire, and he only wanted to touch her more.

  Clearing his throat, he said, “I think maybe I’ll let you take the reins for a few minutes.”

  “Already?” she teased, a smile grazing her mouth—oh, that mouth. He remembered the feel of her mouth around his cock, and it shouldn’t inspire any sort of lust given the circumstances, but it did.

  He attempted a smile, but the effort fell short as he shifted in discomfort.

  “I’m supposed to be driving you to the edge of reason, remember? Making you want me more than oxygen so I can tell you no,” she said with relish, her eyes narrowing as her nose wrinkled up adorably.

  He didn’t know why it surprised him that she might be playful in the bedroom—it suited her—it just wasn’t what he was used to.

  Nope, couldn’t think about what he was used to. Guilt was not welcome in that hotel room on that night. He had a job to do—and he couldn’t exactly complain about it.

  “You don’t have to try very hard,” he said dryly.

  It was true—he was pretty sure if she could get him going while crying in a room full of onlookers, she wasn’t going to have any trouble turning him on half-naked in a hotel room.

  Her smile weakened a little. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  Second thoughts? Try tenth and eleventh thoughts. Instead of being honest, he merely shook his head. “Are you?” he asked.

  Dropping her eyes to his chest, she shook her head as well. He got the feeling they were both lying, but neither of them wanted to admit it.

  “What do you like?” she suddenly asked.

  “What?” he returned, not expecting her to ask that.

  She bit down on her bottom lip and met his gaze. “Sexually. What do you like?”

  His throat literally clogged up—how long had it been since he had heard that? Many, many years, certainly. There were answers, of course—lots of answers, but none that he felt comfortable enough to tell her.

  His gaze darted to the phone on the night stand. Of course he had turned it off, and it hadn’t magically turned itself back on and dialed her number.

  Looking dejected, Willow suddenly sat down beside him on bed. “I’m sorry, I’m not good at this. I’ve never had to do this before and I… don’t know what I’m doing. I thought that was the right thing to ask.”

  Instantly feeling like a heel, he sighed and said, “No, Willow, it’s not that. It’s not you. You’re…gorgeous and wonderful and any man in the world would be lucky to be here with you right now, even just to be teased and tormented.”

  She stole a sideways glance at him, looking a little more uncertain. “Then what is it?”

  He contemplated coming up with something or brushing it off, but he didn’t want to lie to her. So, even though he knew he could be ending their little exercise early by saying so, Ethan said, “I shouldn’t be here.”

  Not disagreeing, Willow nodded. “Probably true.”

  He merely nodded, not sure what else to say. All of the reasons were perfectly obvious; they didn’t need to be spoken.

  When he didn’t continue, she added, “And yet, here you are.”

  “Here I am,” he verified, meeting her gaze.

  “If you don’t… want to do this anymore, that’s okay. I know it’s kind of weird. I know you didn’t need it, because you’re experienced, you don’t have a…bad first taste in your mouth, so to speak. But for me, this… even just the little bit that already happened… it makes me feel better. It makes me feel more confident that I will be able to regain control of my sexuality. Any discomfort I’ve felt since coming into this room, it hasn’t been because of what happened, it’s just been normal… virginal uncertainty. I don’t want you to feel obligated to me in any way.”

  Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but he wasn’t altogether sure what to say. For a moment, he said nothing, then he said, “I wish I was sitting here because I felt obligated to you in some way.”

  Willow looked over at him for a moment, just holding his gaze, then she stood, moved back in front of him and sat down in his lap, winding her right arm around his neck and using the other one to unbutton the top couple of buttons of his shirt.

  “Touch me,” she ordered.

  After only the slightest hesitation, he let his hand drop to the curve of her hip, then lightly trailed his fingers down her soft leg to her kneecap. Watching her face instead of her body, he pulled his finger up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the hem of her panties. As he watched her, she swallowed hard, licked her lips, and looked at him again with hungry eyes that made him want to throw her down on the bed and fuck her until she was crying out his name in ecstasy.

  Fuck all the reasons he couldn’t do that.

  Since he still wanted to, and he wasn’t sure how much she wanted to be touched, he braced his hands on the edge of the bed and shoved himself backward until he wasn’t so close to the edge, then he turned so that he was diagonal on the bed and lifted Willow, repositioning her so that she was straddling him.

  Taking the lead, Willow finished unbuttoning his shirt and tugged it open, her brow furrowing in displeasure at the undershirt he was wearing beneath it.

  Chuckling warmly, he took off the dress shirt and then pulled the undershirt over his head, tossing it bedside and taking her firmly by the hips, holding her there as he pushed against her, letting her feel his arousal. That time she didn’t gasp; her fingers found the closure of his pants and she began undoing them.

  Slightly alarmed, he considered telling her they should probably leave his pants on, but then, the point was that she wanted to push him however far she thought was far enough to prove he would still stop. So, despite his better judgment, he lifted his hips and let her slide them down his legs and off, tossing them off the side of the bed as well.

  Clad only in his boxer briefs, she took a moment to just look at him. Since he made an effort to get to the gym several times a week—an effort he was happy about just then—he had maintained a lean, muscular physique. A dusting of dark hair covered his chest, but not much.

  Willow ran her hands across his chest, smiling a little absently, then she leaned down, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she did, tickling his sides as she bent to place a kiss just below his collar bone. Dropping a kiss every inch or so, she made her way down his chest to his stomach, her tongue darting out when she got to his abs, leaving a hot wet trail that caused him to jerk, his erection butting up against her. When she got to the top of his waistband, she paused. Instead of continuing with her mouth, she shoved her hand down the front, taking hold of his cock and beginning a back and forth motion, firm enough that his fingers were digging into the bed sheets, but not hard enough that she was going to get him off—which he assumed was the point.

  Exquisite torture.

  Not grabbing her and taking control was going to kill him. Death by blue balls. Clearly he had not realized what he was signing up for.

  “Does that feel good?” she asked sweetly.

  “Fuck yes.”

  Willow grinned, seeming pleased with herself.

  Then she stopped.

  Apparently not satisfied with his level of discomfort, she scooted down his legs and began leaving soft kisses across his stomach again, but that time she moved her face past the hem, opened her mouth, and ran her mouth over his erection through the fabric.

  Expelling something like a hiss, he moved his hands underneath his body to keep from touching her.

  “Can I kiss you?” she asked quietly.

  No. “Yes.”

  It was a line he hadn’t been prepared to cross, but as she pushed her long locks back over her shoulder and pressed her warm body against his, her mouth tentatively seeking his, his brain wasn’t functioning fast enough to come up with a
good enough reason why not.

  Her lips were soft, shy at first as she leaned more fully against him. He shifted, his hands escaping, gravitating to her body, one lightly caressing its way up her back, the other moving to cup her face, then trail around the back of her head to tug her closer. The kiss she was giving him was nice, but if he was going to cross the line, he wanted a little more than that.

  Her body tensed slightly when she felt his tongue, but she opened her mouth just a little and kissed him back. Desire coiled in his loins as she deepened the kiss he had initiated, lust making him ache as Willow rested a hand on his shoulder and the other found his hair again, her fingers making their way through the soft, dark mass. Her kiss turned a little more frantic, her tongue a little bolder. When she started moaning, grinding against his cock, he thought he might explode in the more literal sense.

  Before he realized what he meant to do, his hands found the clasp of her bra and he unfastened it; she didn’t object, didn’t even break the kiss as she let go of him to finish taking the damn thing off.

  And then her breasts were free, and as his palm connected with the first one, she pushed it against him even harder—eager. She was breathing hard, squirming, moaning, and the thought flitted through his mind that if he asked her right then, she would probably let him fuck her.

  But she wasn’t thinking.

  So he didn’t ask.

  When she finally broke the kiss to come up for air, he could see the frustration on her face—she was turned on, just as much as he was.

  Obviously she hadn’t accounted for that.

  Before she had a chance to resume the kiss, he put both hands behind her bare back and pressed her up against him until he had the peak of one breast between his lips. Her body arched as he trapped it between his teeth and she released a helpless little moan, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as his mouth closed around her nipple and his tongue began to play with it.

  Then she brought her own hand up to cup the other one—squeezing, kneading herself, and one of the hands on her back lost control, his nails lightly scoring her skin as he dragged them down her back. She gasped in surprise, but then little noises of pleasure escaped her and there was no sign of displeasure—none whatsoever.

  When he released her breast, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes a little wild, and then she was on him again, pressing her pelvis against his cock purposefully, her mouth devouring his. After she ground against him a few more times, he actually had to stop her, because he was dangerously close to coming.

  “Do you want to stop?” he asked.

  He barely let out the question and she ground out, “No.”

  “Can I touch you?”

  “You can do anything you want to me,” she said a touch breathlessly.

  Jesus Christ, as if he wasn’t turned on enough already.

  Since she had said that though, he figured he could take just a little more leeway. Flipping her over so that her back was against the bed and he was above her, he replied, “How’s that?”

  “Mm hmm,” she murmured, nodding her head.

  Ethan bent to take a breast in his mouth, figuring he should keep her warmed up and frustrated for a minute, and she was just as responsive as she had been before—which was damn sexy.

  After a minute, he pulled back, crawling back a little and hooking his fingers inside of the hem of her panties. He looked up at her, raising an eyebrow questioningly, and she lifted her hips, her right hand coming down to shove the panties off herself, since he wasn’t doing it fast enough.

  Still writhing beneath him, even when he was barely touching her, Willow was the very picture of sexual eagerness. His cock throbbed, begging him to take advantage of her current state of pliancy—she said anything, after all, and she was horny enough that he would bet his house that she wouldn’t turn down his cock.

  If only he didn’t have a fucking conscience.

  Instead of pursuing their mutual pleasure, he decided to hold up his end of the bargain—even if she didn’t want him to.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  Willow glanced up at him, but she didn’t seem to register what he said.

  He might as well make it good for one of them.

  Flashing her a devilish smile, he moved down the bed, gripping her thighs and spreading them. Ducking his head between her legs, he used his thumbs to spread her lips, and then his mouth was covering her, his tongue moving inside of her as she moaned, and that time her fingers were digging into the sheets.

  Once he found the spot that had her whimpering, he didn’t let go, holding onto her to keep her from squirming so much as his tongue lapped at her and her cries became more desperate. Her body twisted and the sounds she was making were driving him crazy; then he felt her lose herself, her body convulsing as she cried out in pleasure.

  Spent, she fell limply against the bed. Ethan climbed up beside her, lying on his back and trying to concentrate on getting his own arousal under control.

  Willow turned on her side and curled up against him, the hand she had resting on his chest moving down his stomach, stopping at his still-painful erection.

  He winced a little, and she pushed her hand down the front, curled her fingers around the base, and began stroking him.

  “Do you want me to go down on you?” she asked.

  Every fiber of his being was screaming yes, but he forced himself to shake his head no. “It’s okay,” he said, attempting a smile. “This was the plan all along.”

  “I know, but… it seems so mean now.”

  His smile widened, becoming a little more genuine despite his discomfort. “It’s okay, I deserve it.”

  She brushed her lips against his chest, then she sat up and moved down his body anyway, tugging the underwear down his hips.

  “No, Willow.” If the boxers came off, he wasn’t going to be able to resist. “Really. Come here.”

  His voice was strained even to his own ears, but she glanced uncertainly at his erection, then obediently came back up to lie beside him, seeming perfectly content when he wrapped an arm around her.

  She was quiet for about half a minute, then she said, “I told you that you could do anything you wanted to me.”

  “Mm hmm. And I did.”

  “You only wanted to go down on me?”

  “No, I only wanted to give you pleasure. I think I did…?” he trailed off, flashing her a teasing smile.

  Fanning herself in an exaggerated manner, she grinned. “I’ll say.”

  She curled up even closer, tangling one of her legs between his. They were quiet for a couple minutes, then Willow said, “Ethan?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Why didn’t you want to fuck me?”

  He was just getting his cock under control and she had to go and say something like that. “I very much wanted to fuck you, Willow.”

  “Then why didn’t you?”

  She wasn’t looking up at him—probably not wanting to make eye contact while she asked questions like that, but he needed her to look at him when he answered, so he hooked a finger beneath her chin and tugged it upward. She tilted her head back, her gray eyes meeting his gaze.

  “You deserve for your first time to be with someone you care about.”

  She attempted a half-ass smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You were already my first, Ethan.”

  “No,” he disagreed, shaking his head. “I wasn’t. Forget the… technical stuff. The first person you give yourself to… it shouldn’t be me, and it shouldn’t be like this.”

  Instead of sensibly agreeing with him, she showed her age by asking, “Why not you?”

  Offering his own sad, half-ass smile, he said, “’Cause I’m not available. I can’t give you what you deserve. You’ll have to find someone else to do that.”

  She looked a bit glum, but she nodded, so at least she understood the truth of his words, even if—in the moment, sated and naked in his arms—she was not very happy about it.

 
It would pass.

  And then she would be glad she hadn’t made that mistake.

  And his cock would just have to fucking deal with it.

  Willow was having a fantastic dream.

  It was a weird version of her dream—it had started out at her house the night she had been abducted, but instead of the bad guys, Ethan was at the door, and instead of drugging or stealing her away in the night to some house of horrors, he kissed her and stole her away to a place of pleasure.

  Her eyes eased open and the room was dark. Momentarily disoriented, she tried to figure out why her bedroom window wasn’t where she remembered it being, and why her pillow was so…warm and…body-like.

  Then her eyes popped open in the dark and she reached out to verify that yes, she was lying beside a human man.

  And it was Ethan.

  Holy shit.

  Okay, that made sense. The sleep-fog was clearing, and she remembered that she had been lying in bed with Ethan at the hotel—she must have fallen asleep. He must have too, although since the room was dark and there had been lights on before she fell asleep, she assumed he must have gotten up at some point. How odd that he would let her sleep, and even more peculiar that he would stick around when he should probably be getting home.

  What time was it?

  Her purse was all the way in the bathroom, and she had no desire to move from the warm comfort of Ethan’s embrace to go get it and find out.

  God, it was like being in heaven. It wasn’t like it was the first time she had cuddled, but it was definitely different with him.

  Better.

  Shaking that thought off, she closed her eyes and contented herself to just lie there with his arms around her—very likely the last time that would ever happen, and almost as likely, the last time she would ever be alone with him.

  Despite his insistence that he didn’t feel obligated and he had wanted to fuck her, she was reasonably sure that if a guy who was already turned on and lusting after her turned her down when she offered sex…he was lying.

  She wasn’t that naïve.

  The guys she had gotten close with would not have hesitated long enough to let her finish her sentence if she would have granted them permission.