by Wendy Vella
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Hold on.”
He turned the throttle and suddenly they were moving. Wrapping her arms around him, she held tight as he roared through the town. Macy kept her eyes closed; she didn't want to see anyone, she wanted to pretend she was alone with Brad. This was suspending reality, she thought. Tomorrow her life would return to normal. There would be trash to take out and her little boy to care for and love, but right now she was single, young, and sexy. Brad would leave Howling, and she may not ever see him again. So tonight was for being reckless and having fun.
They took the main road out of town, and she enjoyed the breeze on her face and legs. Her dress had ridden high, but Macy didn’t care.
“You okay?”
“Oh yes.”
He laughed, the sound carrying to her on the air.
They followed the lake, and it was beautiful anytime, but with the moon illuminating it, it was magical. Her town, she thought with pride. Brad was seeing it at its best.
They rode for a while, and she enjoyed the purr of the engine and the feel of Brad between her thighs. His stomach was hard beneath her fingers, and she wondered what it would be like to run her hands and mouth over his abs. Dare she try?
He saw the park and pulled in, then they headed to the edge where the trees lined the bank. Nudging the bike behind some, he shut off the engine and lowered the stand. Getting off, he then removed her helmet and picked her up, lowering her to the ground gently.
“You have a beautiful town here, Macy. Shame I won't be staying long enough to explore it.”
She slipped off the jacket and draped it over the seat.
“You don't want to stay and spend time with Ethan?”
He hesitated. It was only brief, but because she was focused on him she saw it.
“I have to get back soon.”
His tone told her not to delve, so she didn't. Tonight was for first meetings, just as if she were a teenager necking for the first time. Looking at the rigid line of his shoulders, she thought she'd possibly like to do a bit more than necking with Brad Gelderman, and wasn't that a terrifying thought for many reasons. One being she'd never in her life had those thoughts, and two was that she didn't think she had the strength to do anything with this man or any man for that matter. Brian had destroyed her in many ways, and this was just another.
They walked to the water’s edge and stood in companionable silence looking over the lake to the dark shadows beyond.
“I bet those mountains are something in the daylight.”
“They are.”
He turned to look down at her. “You'll probably find this hard to believe, but I didn't bring you here to seduce you, Macy. I just wanted to get away from the wedding for a while, and I wanted you as company.”
“I wouldn't have come if I didn't want to, Brad.”
He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. It felt wonderful and Macy closed her eyes. Barely a second passed before his lips were on hers.
She'd thought they would be hard, but they were anything but. He took her under in seconds. Macy forgot to breathe as his mouth made love to hers. She didn't know where the kisses stopped or started, only that for the first time in her life a man’s touch made her feel wonderful. Her body had ignited, her breasts tingled, and heat pooled between her thighs.
“Macy.” He whispered her name, and she almost believed the reverence in his voice. Almost, but not quite, believed the raw need that one word had resonated with.
His hand moved down her body, fisted in the fabric of her dress, and then she felt the heat of his palm on her thigh, shivered as it moved upward.
“I want these wrapped around me.”
“Yes.” She reveled in the passion stirring inside her. Feelings she'd never experienced, built. Maybe she could do this, if the liquid heat racing through her was any indication.
He kissed her again; this time it was almost savage in its intensity, and Macy pulled back. Not completely, but enough so the contact was broken.
“I need to ask you some things before we do this, okay?”
Brad nodded down at the lush woman in his arms. She felt so good pressed against him, every soft curve hiking his passions each time she moved.
“Macy, honey.” He found his voice. “Have we got a problem here?”
“No.” She shook her head. “It's my problem, not yours, but I want this. I need you to understand that, Brad.”
Moving on instinct he hadn't known he had, Brad cupped her face in both hands softly. Something told him this woman needed gentle right now.
“I'm trying.”
“We need to take this slow, and I need to feel like I have some control, if that's all right with you?”
He knew there was shit happening here that he didn’t understand. Brad was sure that someone had hurt this woman, and it had likely been her ex. The sudden urge to find the bastard and make him pay shocked him as much as his need to be here with her.
“Sure as hell is hard, honey. I mean, what man wouldn’t want to be here, with a sexy woman who wants to have sex with him and take control? You do want sex, right? Or did I read that wrong?”
Her smile was small.
“I want it, but I had a difficult relationship, Brad. I should probably tell you that right off, and you’re the first man I've been near in four years. I’m not sure why I decided you were safe, but I have. So if that's too much for you to handle, I can understand that. Let's face it, we only met a few hours ago, and you're probably already regretting this, bringing me here.”
He should be, but instead he slid his fingers around the back of her neck and stroked the soft skin he found there.
“You want me to kill him?”
“No, he's been locked away, but thanks for the offer.”
His stomach clenched at the thought of this woman in the hands of a man so bad he was behind bars.
“I want you, Brad.”
She looked up at him with so much longing in her eyes he felt it settle heavily inside his chest.
“I want to be normal again, and I thought with you, for just tonight, maybe I could.”
Brad felt like he was wading through a minefield with no protection.
“Well now, honey, you're looking at the wrong person if you want normal.”
She managed a little snuffle.
“What did I do that frightened you?”
“The kiss just got a bit rough.”
“Okay, I think I got it.”
Brad took her hands in his and placed them on his chest.
“Do you want this, Macy, or would you rather I took you home?”
“I do want it, Brad. One night of passion, one night to experience all the things I have heard other women talk about.”
“Christ.” He managed a harsh bite of laughter. “Don't put too much pressure on me, honey, I may not be able to perform.”
“Something tells me you never leave a woman unsatisfied.”
From anyone else that would be a pickup line, but from this woman, it wasn't.
“Okay, so you want to take the lead?”
“Would you mind that?”
He laughed again. “You kidding me? A sexy woman doing whatever the hell she wants to me. It’s a fantasy.”
She was silent, and Brad could see she was thinking, trying to find the courage to overcome whatever the hell was going on inside her.
“Macy, let me take you home, honey. The park, where anyone could turn up or drive by, is probably not the best place for this experience.”
“No one will come. Everyone who lives out here is at the wedding.”
She then placed a hand on his chest and walked him backward so they were hidden behind some bushes. She urged him down onto the grass. Once he was seated, legs stretched out before him, she straddled his thighs and sat in his lap. Brad was sure he’d just combusted.
“Now,” she whispered as his body fired to life. “I want to look at your body.”
Her hands tugged his shirt over his head, and then her fingers were on him. She traced the top of his shoulder, then the ridge of the scar that was a reminder of Mark’s death.
“What happened?”
“An accident.”
His eyes closed as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the scar.
“I'll be gentle with you, I promise.”
“Appreciate it,” he managed, although the words sounded choked.
“You are a beautiful man, Brad Gelderman.”
This time it was he who felt fear. No one else, with just a small touch, had made him feel like he did at that moment. “Let me take you home now, Macy.” It was almost a plea.
She shook her head again, and her treacherous fingers moved lower, tracing his pecs, and then lower, to his stomach.
“You have so many muscles.” She was concentrating, her features focused on his body.
He could do nothing to bite back the moan of appreciation as she flattened her palm and stroked the taut skin.
“It's hard,” she murmured.
Something is hard.
“You have an amazing body, Brad.”
“Th-thank you,” he gritted out.
She kissed him, her mouth soft and wet on his skin, leaving a trail of fire as her lips traveled over his shoulder.
“You taste good too.”
“I'm dying here.” His groan wasn’t loud, more a growl.
“Why?” She lifted her head, her eyes now inches from his, and he lost himself in them.
“Because of your touch, and the feel of your lips on my skin, baby. You're sexy, and I want you very much.”
“Oh.” She gave him a slow smile that increased his tension, and then started kissing his chest. Her hands moved too, trailing over his skin.
Brad couldn't stop another long, slow moan as she reached the waistband of his jeans.
“I like hearing you moan.”
“Keep doing that and you’ll hear more.”
Her huff of breath brushed his damp skin.
“I—he never let me do this.”
“Your husband?” Brad wheezed as she moved over his chest, placing small kisses and long licks.
“Yes. I was never allowed to be in control.”
“Well, you are now,” he gritted out as she touched him through his jeans.
She’d kissed him everywhere, he was sure. No inch of his chest was left untouched, and Brad was fairly certain that for the first time he was going to disgrace himself by coming with his pants on.
“Macy, you’re killing me here, baby.”
“I've never incited anyone's passions before.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Brad said, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her against him. “My passions were incited the first time I saw you in this dress, walking down the aisle. I remember thinking, that is one sexy bridesmaid.”
“Thank you for saying that.”
“I don't lie, Macy.”
“Okay.” Her eyes no longer held fear, instead they were filled with sensual heat.
“I need to touch you too. Will you take off your dress for me?”
She bit her lip, and he thought about those teeth sinking into him, and closed his eyes.
“If you don't want to—”
“No.” She eased back down his thighs, then grabbed the hem and lifted it, dropping the dress to the ground.
“Jesus.” Brad's whisper was fierce. “How the hell do you figure you don't incite passion looking like that?”
Her skin was sun kissed and smooth, stomach softly rounded, her breasts cupped in cream satin, and he wanted to run his mouth over every inch of her.
“Thank you,” she said in a prim little voice.
“Macy—”
“I don't want to talk about me.”
“Okay, then we won't. Can I touch you?”
“Yes, I want you to, now.”
CHAPTER FIVE
He touched the satin, running his fingers inward until he was tracing the edge of her bra. Her little shiver told him to continue, so he moved downward and circled around her nipples. Pebbled, the tips wanted his touch, so he stroked a finger over the end through the satin, and she shuddered.
“Macy, you with me?” His voice was a rasp.
“Oh yes.”
He smiled at the sexy little purr. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and dropped it on the dress.
Her breasts were full and high. He thought he could spend a lifetime worshipping them and it still wouldn’t be long enough. Kissing her again, he took her mouth on a slow sensual ride that left them both wanting more.
“You’re so good at that.”
He didn’t answer, instead lowering his head to run a long, hot lick down one breast, the action making her suck in a deep breath. He did it again, until he pulled a soft moan from her, and only then did he take her nipple into his mouth. He was gentle, and she responded by pressing closer. Her hands went to his head, fingers diving into his hair, her nails leaving little trails of sensation on his scalp as they moved.
Brad touched her stomach as he kissed her breast, tracing the small indent of her navel, then to the waistband of her panties. Slipping a finger inside, he ran it slowly from side to side.
“Your touch,” she whispered, “I've never....”
Brad lifted his head. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
She did, her lips tentative and soft as they explored his. He let her lead, tensed as she ran her tongue over his lips, and then opened wider as she pressed deeper.
He'd never taken his time with a woman before. Sure, there was the presex, as he liked to term it. The touching and kissing, the foreplay, but this was something else. It was an exploration of each other, a slow torment that was heightening his passions even more.
He trailed his fingers down the satin front of her panties and ran a finger around the leg softly.
“Touch me.” She said the words against his lips.
“That's what I'm doing.”
“More. I want to feel your hands.”
“I thought we were going slow.” Brad lifted her so she was standing over him, and then eased her panties down her lovely legs.
“I know you won't hurt me now, and I want this.”
He pulled her down again.
His fingers brushed the soft folds of her sex and found the bud between her thighs.
“How do you know I won't hurt you?”
“I-I just do.”
He felt humbled by her words.
“Now shut up and keep going.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Brad looked at her, lids lowered, lips wet and swollen from their kiss. “You are a sexy woman, Macy Reynolds.” He followed up the words by slipping his fingers inside her wet sheath. She arched into him, and he took the nipple again.
Her breathing increased and she was soon moaning, then her body tensed as she rocked against his hands. He felt the moment she reached her climax, and pulled her forward so he could swallow the cry.
“Wow.”
“Wow?” Brad was so hard his eyes were nearly crossed.
“Wow, so that's what it feels like.”
Her makeup was smudged, hair everywhere, and she looked like a sultry pinup girl.
“Are we going further?” Please say yes, he added silently.
“After that, I want it all,” Macy said, reaching for his jeans.
Between them they had him stripped in seconds.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Wallet, in the pocket,” Brad said, surprised he hadn't thought of it sooner. Protecting himself and his partner was usually his top priority.
She retrieved it, which gave him time to look at her tight little butt and the long line of her back. The woman was hot as hell.
“I want to touch you first.”
She was kneeling beside him now, her eyes running over his body.
“Well hell, I guess if you have to,” he managed.
Her fingers started on his
thighs and moved upward. Brad kept his eyes on her, watching the thoughts come and go and thinking this woman could be trouble to him if he stayed around long enough to let her be. Not that he would, but still....
One small hand then wrapped around his erection, and he couldn't think again.
“It's hot and hard.”
“Aha,” he gritted out as she moved her fingers up and down, then when she reached the top again, she ran a finger over the tip.
“You are a beautiful man.”
Brad couldn't think as all sensation rushed to where she was caressing him.
“I need you now,” he rasped.
“Yes, oh yes please.”
He ripped open the condom and sheathed himself. Pulling her onto his thighs, he then lifted her and lowered her onto him.
Her eyes closed as he stretched her, filling her completely. She was tight and wet and felt like heaven.
“Y-you all right?”
“It feels.... I don’t know how to describe it.”
“It’s good though, right?”
“So good.”
He was relieved about that, because from his side, it was fucking excellent.
“Take control, Macy. You ride me.”
She looked at him, then down at where they were joined. Brad gripped her hips and lifted and lowered her, the feel of her releasing then accepting him once more, exquisite.
“Take control, Macy.”
She placed a hand on his chest and lowered her head to kiss him, and as she did she rose and lowered. The tension inside Brad was fierce, and he battled the need to let go as she continued to ride him. Cupping her breasts, he ran his thumbs over the nipples, causing her to arch back, and the sight was enough to tip him over the edge, but he held on. Damned if he’d come before her, not when she needed this, to understand what could be between a man and woman.
“Let go, Macy,” Brad urged her.
“Yes!” She gripped him hard, and then gave a soft moan. Brad followed.
He fell to his back, taking her with him.
“Macy, honey, tell me you're okay?”
She lifted her head and managed the words “I'm fine,” and then slumped back down onto his chest. “More than fine, I’m Jell-O.”
