Wicked Rush

by Kym Grosso

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you. You’re amazing. I know it. Seth knows it.”

  “Lars, I can’t,” she panted, unsure what she was saying. An enormous spray of purple fireworks fired into the sky. Embracing the surreal experience, she went silent, her heart pounding a rhythm as Lars tore her shirt over her head.

  “Tonight is about you,” he told her, his lips pressed between the hollow of her breasts.

  “I want your cock now,” Braelynn demanded. She could hardly believe the words she spoke, but she meant it. She’d never craved a man the way she had Lars. All the while, she knew he’d push further, harder, until she shed the conservative skin she’d worn for so many years.

  “Do you now?” He gave a sexy low chuckle.

  Her eyes widened as he rose to his knees above her. As he moved backward, she went to protest. “Lars, no…stay.”

  “I’m not going anywhere. Oh, no, no. You’re coming to me.”

  “What?” she asked, as another loud burst splintered overhead. Her eyes went to the draping flickering lights for only a second, then his commanding voice drew her attention.

  “Come to me.” His demanding stare, telling her he meant business, was slightly tempered by his mischievous smile.

  “I, but they’ll…they’ll see me.” Braelynn looked to either side, noting that while some strangers watched the fireworks, many eyes were upon them. She glanced to Lars, who stroked his dick. The sight of his spectacular cock brought her focus back to the hunger that threatened to tear her apart.

  “Now, Brae. Or would you like me to spank you instead?”

  “What?” she asked, shocked he’d suggest punishing her publicly. Sure she’d enjoyed the occasional slap to her bottom but the serious expression on his face told her he wasn’t kidding.

  “It’s pretty loud out here, but I think you heard me.” He leaned back onto his heels. “You asked for it. Come take it.”

  Braelynn’s courage surged as he challenged her. He’d push her, yet she’d take everything he’d give and then some. Her desires weren’t as innocent as her past. Casting trepidation aside, Braelynn pushed up onto her knees. Crawling toward him like a dangerous animal, she stalked her prey.

  With her peripheral vision, she noted the audience around them, her breath quickening. As she approached him on all fours, she detected eagerness in his eyes, the power shifting from her adventurer. His broad smile rewarded her efforts, and she paused to tease him.

  Braelynn stretched her palms toward him, allowing her fingertips to brush his jeans. Her hair fell over her face, fanning over the ground. Sliding her hands slowly up his thighs, she flipped her mane away, revealing her face to him. Gone was his smile, the intensity in his stare devouring her as he let his cock spring free. He froze as her mouth grazed between his legs, warming the fabric. Her tongue darted upward onto the denim, and she bit through the thick material, gently teasing his balls.

  “Fuck,” he breathed.

  She pressed her face into him, skimming her cheek against his velvety steel shaft, dipping her lips to his pelvis. Kissing along his hip, she inhaled his masculine scent, and dragged her fingernails up his thighs, finally rolling her palms over her prize. Gripping his hard erection, she wasted no time, laving her tongue over its broad head. A feast before her, she lapped at its slit, delighting in the shiver she elicited from him.

  Pressing the broad crown through her lips, she glided him inside her warm mouth, taking his entire length down her throat. Withdrawing him out of her mouth slowly, Braelynn heard Lars grunt in frustration, his fingers raking into her hair. She gave a small smile of satisfaction, reveling in the salty taste of him on her tongue. Sucking and licking, she moaned as he pumped into her, fucking her mouth.

  Although she’d briefly had control, the tables turned quickly, her pussy aching for his cock. His hand wound around her locks, the tight pull creating a sweet sting to her scalp.

  “Open to me, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that,” he said as she widened, swallowing him down to his root.

  Lars yanked her skirt over her hips, allowing the cool air to blow over her heated core. His pace increased slightly, and Braelynn choked as his fingers trailed down the cleft of her ass. “Holy fuck, oh God.”

  Obsessed with pleasuring him, she’d only given but a second to think about how she’d become exposed. People are watching me. Desperate, her hips rocked into his touch, yearning to have him buried inside her.

  As he abruptly withdrew his dick from her mouth, she released a ragged breath, licking the saliva from her lips. Her head lolled forward, but she held her position, waiting as he tore off his jeans and donned a condom. She sensed him move behind her. Fingers brushed between her legs and she moaned, a firm slap to her ass focusing her attention.

  “Ah, Lars. Jesus,” she cried, immersed in the sensations around her.

  His head breached her entrance without warning, and she screamed as he slammed into her readied pussy. Biting her lip, she braced herself as he pounded into her. Firm hands wrapped around her breasts, bringing her upward with her back against his chest.

  “Open your eyes, little fox,” he told her. “Here comes the grand finale.”

  His fingers tightened around her nipple, while his other hand delved between her legs. As he brushed over her clit, Braelynn called his name, the fantastic convulsions of her release rolling through her once again. Bared to the world, she let go as if the only thing that had ever mattered in her life was his touch. She splintered under it, the illumination of the fireworks dancing on the waves.

  Falling, falling, falling down the rabbit hole, her perspective blurred. She heaved a breath as he withdrew and eased her onto her back. As rough as he’d been, he’d swiftly changed gears.

  “My beautiful girl.” Lars gently pressed his lips to hers.

  She widened her legs as he settled between them. He rocked deep inside her heat, locking his eyes onto hers. Braelynn’s emotions flared in her chest, aware that when she left San Diego, she’d be forever heartbroken. She breathed in relief as he kissed her, closing her eyes to the pain that lingered in her heart. His strong lips made love to hers, and she thought she’d been pushed off a cliff. There was no returning from this moment; no one would ever compare to Lars Elliott.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Braelynn cried his name, her pussy pulsating around his cock. As the explosive finale crashed around them, the flickering of sex in her eyes consumed him and the sweet moan from her lips was all he heard. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, tilting her hips up into each thrust. The sting of her fingernails digging into his ass reminded him she was wild, far from being tamed.

  Lars made love to Braelynn, capturing her mouth with his. Biting and sucking at her lips, he increased the pace. Giving a final glorious thrust into her quivering sheath, the crest of his orgasm slammed into him.

  His eyes blinked open and her gaze burned through him, a swirl of lust in her eyes. The mist on her eyelashes gave away the emotion she tried so desperately to conceal, and it gutted him. Lars shoved away the urge to beg her to stay. Rolling onto his back he brought her with him. The warmth of her body formed to his, and his thoughts churned, as he realized what he’d done.

  Lars had lost control, and it scared the fuck out of him. He’d never pushed a lover the way he’d done Braelynn. Although she hadn’t specifically said otherwise, he’d suspected she’d never had public sex. Lars had told her earlier he wanted to fuck at the party, but he’d simply wanted to test her, to see how far she’d go. Encouraging her to watch the ménage had been all he’d planned.

  At Altura, he and his friends routinely pushed the boundaries life offered. Engaging in extreme sports, they pushed each other harder, faster, took calculated risks, having each other’s backs at every turn. While he’d never been fully committed to any lifestyle, he’d dominated lovers, shared others. Like everything in his life, he sought to not just blur lines but break them altogether. Braelynn, however, was a tempora
ry interloper, who he’d brought into his erotic, rush-fueled world for just one night. He’d told himself he’d let her go, that she was nothing more than a passing fancy. Yet making love to her again had done nothing to sate his hunger for the sexy doctor.

  As he stared up into the dark sky, the broad universe appeared to close in on them. Her lips brushed his chest, the sound of her soft moan vibrated against his skin. Embracing her, his fingers tunneled into her hair. He told himself that it was his protective streak causing his angst. A relationship simply wasn’t acceptable, not part of his plans.

  “Braelynn,” he said, deliberately breaking the intimate silence. She mewled in response and he gazed down into her tired eyes. “Are you hungry?”

  “Hmm?” Braelynn cuddled closer.

  “Would you like to get some dinner?” he asked.

  “It’s a barbeque?” She laughed, raising an eyebrow at him.

  “Maybe we should go home.” Lars paused, regretting his words.

  “Home?”

  “My home, not yours. But yeah.” Lars reached for her cami with one hand and shook it out. Brushing it over her bared back, he set it into her hands. Jesus, I sound like an asshole. Logic warred with his emotions. She’s not your girlfriend. If you let her get too attached, she’ll be hurt.

  Lars cursed himself for what he’d done. As it was, he was going to have a hard time shaking the growing feelings that he’d sworn he’d never develop. He couldn’t commit to any woman, let alone one who wasn’t part of his world. Flirting with death was a permanent hard-on, one he’d never stop trying to stroke. He was lucky to have survived some of his more dangerous stunts. Testing mortality often involved broken bones, and bruised egos weren’t uncommon. Addicted to the chase, dancing with the devil to achieve the high, Lars wouldn’t ever change.

  He didn’t know what drove him to risk his own life. He didn’t care. The one thing he did know was that he wasn’t going to stop for a woman. Braelynn knew nothing of his lifestyle. She’d never accept it. No sane person would.

  His mind spiraled, and he grew irritated. Stop thinking and let it go. You don’t need this, Lars. Help her. Fuck her. But you can’t keep her. She’s not a stray dog. She’s a woman who has serious fucking issues, one who doesn’t rock climb or jump out of planes.

  “Lars?” she asked, breaking his rumination.

  “Hey.” Lars shifted away a few inches and reached for a towel, cleaning himself. He broke eye contact, adjusting his dick into his pants and zippering them.

  “So, um, you want to go to your house?” she asked, smoothing down her clothing.

  “Yeah, this.” He glanced to the others, who’d begun to return to the tent. “I’d stay longer but this place, it’s…” My world. You don’t belong. Lars realized that he couldn’t let her form friendships with people in an exclusive club she’d never join. This family was his, one she’d never be a part of. “They’re going to party all night. I think maybe we’d do better getting some rest, given what we have to do tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, sure, okay.”

  Lars read the flash of disappointment in her eyes, noting she was quick to blink it away. A small smile replaced her dejection. He’d sought to create emotional distance and within minutes he’d achieved what he’d set out to do. Guilt speared through him, and he plowed his fingers into his hair, blowing out a breath. Pressing to his feet, he extended his hand to her.

  “No, no. I’m fine, really.” Braelynn refused his assistance.

  She brushed her hair behind her ears, but the curly locks resisted, springing forth. She wrapped her arms protectively around her waist, and stepped ahead of him.

  After what they’d shared, he knew he should go to her. Yearning for her touch, he refused to give into the craving. His lips tensed, the crease of his forehead deepening. Trailing close behind her, he shoved his hands into his pockets.

  Ahead in the lights, he caught sight of Garrett waving to him. He didn’t want to argue, knew he’d warn him off Braelynn. Hell, maybe he deserved the shit he was about to receive.

  “Willem,” Lars called. Braelynn turned toward him, but the brief eye contact was severed as the good-looking servant crossed the lawn. “Can you please get my car? Take Braelynn with you?”

  “Yes sir,” he replied politely, yet didn’t smile.

  “Brae,” Lars said. Her gaze snapped to his, her expression serious. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know why. He’d caused it, fucked up the entire night. Don’t do it. Don’t go to her. It’s too soon, too fast. He continued to tell himself that it didn’t matter, she’d be gone tomorrow. It would come to a bitter end. He’d feel bad for a few days then move on. It was for the best.

  “Yes.” She gave a terse reply, her lips pursed.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve gotta talk to Garrett. Business,” he lied. Braelynn avoided eye contact as she brushed past him and her cool demeanor stung. As he watched her disappear into the parking lot, he heard Garrett’s voice.

  “Lars.”

  “Yeah.” He gave a small smile.

  “You shouldn’t have brought her here.”

  “I’m not looking for a fight.” He blew out a breath. He knew Garrett was right.

  “She’s not ever going to be a member here.”

  “You’re right. But I wanted to come tonight, and I wasn’t going to leave her alone. It’s the first time we’ve all gotten together here since the fire. And Braelynn,” he looked to the passing car lights, “tomorrow she might not even be around. This is just a weekend thing for us, okay? No strings.”

  “You sure about that?” Garrett shook his head and raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Yeah, I’m sure.” As the words rolled off his tongue, doubt crept into the pit of his stomach.

  “You seemed pretty serious out there on the lawn.”

  “Fuck you, G. You know we don’t judge here.”

  “Who’s judgin’? I’m just observing things. You brought her here for the first time. She doesn’t know anyone and you fuck her in front of everyone?”

  “Yeah, well, I recall you fucking Selby the first night you brought her here. So glass house. Just sayin’,” Lars replied.

  “True, but I used a little discretion.”

  “Hardly.” Lars had been pissed the night Garrett had brought Selby to Altura. While it was true that they’d been hidden away from the party, he’d seen his friend leaning Selby over the balcony and slamming into her from behind.

  “Don’t tell me you’re still pissed about Selby.”

  Lars shook his head, refusing to talk about the past. “I’m not going there today.”

  “Braelynn, then?” he pressed. “What is it about this chick? You can’t just let go?”

  “Like you let Selby go? Seriously?” Lars asked.

  “She kicked you out of her hospital room. So what did you do? Follow her to the charity event? Hook up for the weekend? I don’t get you.”

  “It’s complicated, all right? She’s in trouble.”

  “You can’t save the world.”

  “I’m just trying to do the right thing, that’s all.” Lars contemplated telling Garrett everything. A best friend with connections, he could help. But he’d promised Braelynn not to tell anyone, or go to the police. If he told Garrett, it would be a matter of minutes before Dean knew. The situation was hardly black and white but they’d see it as breaking and entering. He’d be at a loss to argue. “All I can tell you is that there are extenuating circumstances, okay? You’ve got to just trust me on this one.”

  “You should stay away from her.”

  “Yeah, well, I told you this is just a fling. So you don’t need to worry about me.” She’s leaving. The thought was like a punch to the gut. He pushed the caustic emotions to the back of his mind.

  “So you’re done with her?”

  “Jesus, Garrett. I didn’t say I was going to marry her. I fucked her, that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. You know how I get. I wanted answers, which I didn’t get. She pushed me away, an
d I was intrigued. But like all the other women, she caved. I got what I wanted. Now it’s over.” He scrubbed his hand over his beard and sighed at the lie. He’d almost convinced himself but knew the deception couldn’t be further from the truth. Oh it’s over all right, he thought, but not because he wanted it to be. He’d had a taste of Braelynn and craved more. He wondered if it would ever be enough.

  “Something tells me this isn’t the end of the story, but fuck, Lars. If you aren’t going to level with me, I can’t make you. But I’m going to give you a bit of advice.”

  “I just told you. I couldn’t stop myself from hooking up with her. And yeah, I went to the charity ball. We danced. We fucked. I brought her here, fucked her again. Probably a poor judgement call but whatever…she won’t be back. I don’t need the Spanish inquisition.”

  “You’re getting it anyway, asshole.”

  “Please, G. Don’t shower me with compliments. It’s going to my head.” Lars grew tired of Garrett’s incessant questions about his relationship with Braelynn. Confusion as to his friend’s motive swept through him. Garrett had never reacted strongly to anyone he’d dated.

  “Leave her be. You had her, now be done. Move on. She works for the same company I testified against. I don’t want her here again.”

  “So now you’re telling me who I can and cannot bring to Altura?” Lars’ face went impassive and he took a slow breath, restraining the anger that fired through him.

  “I didn’t say that…”

  “I just told you. Let me repeat it slow and clear. You don’t need to worry about Braelynn because after tomorrow, she’s out of my life.” Lars went to pass and Garrett blocked him. His eyes fell to his friend’s arm and his lips tightened in a straight line. “Move out of the way, G. I’ve got limits and even though we’re friends, you just crossed one.”

  “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Garrett backed away with his palms up.

  “Won’t happen. I’m cool.” Lars brushed past him, irritated with Garrett for not trusting him. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach as he stomped away.