Demolished

by Cathryn Fox

  She comes all over my tongue and fingers, and I want to bath my cock in it, rub it all over the long length of my shaft and let her lick it clean. But I can’t get in her just yet, not with her shorts still on. I swirl my fingers in her hot juice, as she clenches, her sex muscles biting down on my probing tongue. I stay with her, until she rides out the orgasm, then I pet her lightly and climb up her body. I kiss her mouth, hard, feverish. Fierce. Demanding. I want her lips swollen, when I pound her into the next decade.

  I break from her, and we’re both panting, shaking, as I fall to the mattress beside her. I peel off my jeans, and kick off my boots. “Get that tank top off.” Through her shirt, I rub my thumb over her nipples. “These need my mouth.” She peels her top off, her bra quickly following.

  “Climb on top of me, put them in my mouth.”

  On her hands and knees she crawls toward me. Christ, she looks so damn sexy. I decide then and there that I’m going to fuck her in that position. Yeah, I’m going to edge in behind her, spread her legs wide and push into her, long, hot, deep strokes that will leave us both bruised and sated.

  She falls over my naked body, and reality slips away. I’m less than a gentleman in this dream as I grip her ribcage and slide her up until I have her right where I want her. She braces her hands on the mattress over my head, and I suck on one hard nipples. She moans and spread her legs, her hot center pressed against my chest. I smell her arousal, her sweetness as she rubs her pussy all over me.

  I lick and suck and bite down on her nipples until their raw and branded. Mine. She’s moaning, and my body is so tight I’m not going to last long. Hungry with need, I push on her shoulders, and she slides down my body, until she’s positioned between my legs.

  “Suck me, Jenna. Show me how much you want my cock.”

  As my body hums with need, she takes my cock in her hand, and devours me with her eyes. I nearly come. Everywhere she touches fills me with warmth and unearths things inside me. Her fingers curl around my girth, and she strokes. I growl, fire licking over my thighs. She bends forward and her breath is so hot against my cock it throbs in her soft palms. I bite back a curse as her pretty pink tongue flicks out. She moans, and licks my crown like it’s a goddamn ice cream cone. More precum spills and she greedily laps at it.

  “That’s it,” I bite out and she widens her mouth to accommodate my girth. I push her hair back to watch. Fucking beautiful. “Jesus that’s good,” I growl. Her hands go to my balls. They tighten. Draw up. Scream for mercy.

  I’m a fucking goner.

  My cock stabs her mouth and I tug on her hair, needing her to continue almost as much as I need her to stop. “You’re fucking killing me,” I growl.

  That seems to drive her on. She adjusts her body and takes me impossibly deeper, her hands working my shaft and balls. I draw in a breath and try to keep it together. I want to splash down her throat, want all my cum in her, but I’m desperate to get into that tight pussy. Later. Yeah, later I’ll come in her mouth. “Stop,” I say and curl her hair around my hand three times. “I need to fuck you.”

  Her eyes are glazed when they meet mine, and my heart thumps, thrilled to know I put that look on her face. She crawls off me, her sweet ass in the air. Lord fucking help me.

  “Stay on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you just like that.”

  She obeys, and I fish a condom from my pocket. I roll it on and rub my cock against her ass. I slide an arm around her, hug her under her breasts and tug until she’s upright, but still on her knees. I run my hands over her, slide them down her belly. She moves against me, breathing so hard now, so desperate for my cock, it does something dangerous to me. I slide my hands lower, to touch her wet sex as I kiss her neck, lick the sweetness from her damp skin. She cries out, and arches. My cock presses against the long slit of her ass and I rake my teeth over her skin.

  I circle her clit. She quakes around me, and I shove a finger inside her. I stroke deep, and she shatters again. I’ve barely touched her and she’s coming all over me again. Jesus, she’s so responsive. Her hand closes over mine, and when she takes it to her mouth and sucks my finger, licking her sweet cum, it’s more than I can take.

  “Sean,” she whispers.

  “Yeah.”

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  And just like that, I nearly shoot my load. Son of a bitch. Why again, did I insist she tell me when she needs to be fucked? Hearing her saying it, hearing the plea in her voice, is hot as fuck, and arouses the beast in me.

  I grip the back of her neck, and bend her over until she’s back on her hands and knees. My mind is reeling, intoxicated in her. I growl deep, ready to fuck the hell out of her until we’re both a quivering mess. Need. Pure fucking primal need pulls at me.

  “Are you desperate for my cock?” Jesus, is that my voice? I sound like I’ve eaten a handful of the nails in my tool belt.

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  “Spread for me. I need you wide open.”

  She parts her knees and wiggles her ass as her body opens to me. I go back on my heels to see her sex, take in the way it glistens invitingly. She has the prettiest pussy, and as I look at it, three words come to mind—mine to own.

  I reposition, grip my cock and press it against her sex and she tries to shimmy backward, but I clamp my hand over her slim hip and hold her still. In one swift move I power my hips forward and go balls deep into her lethal softness, stretching her to the hilt as I ram into her soaked opening.

  “Fuck,” I growl as she sucks me in, her sweet cunt hugging me so nicely. Perfection. Goddamn fucking perfection. I close my eyes against the flood of heat as I pull out, only to slide back in again. Her body shudders around my cock, the vibrations going right through me.

  I run my hands along her back, then grip her hips for leverage. I pound into her, and my breath grows shallow as mind-blowing sensations grip my balls. Perspiration breaks out on my body as I continue to spear her with my hard cock, reaching a fevered pitch that takes me to the edge of oblivion in record time.

  “Yes,” she cries out tension rising in her body curling around me. Delirious with need, pleasure, I give her what she wants. Christ, sex with her the second time is even better yet not nearly enough to sate my cravings.

  Told you so.

  But how is that even possible?

  “Fuck me. Just like that,” she adds, rearing back to meet my every hard thrust.

  My body shakes, revels in the bliss in her voice. One hand slides up her back, tangles in her hair and I tug until I can hear her screaming my name. Heat floods me, and I reach around her, press my finger to her clit. She grinds against it, the thrust back to meet my every vicious pump.

  “I’m . . .” Her voice falls off as she quakes.

  Her body shudders around me, her heat scorching my aching cock as she orgasms again. I fuck her furiously, the hot friction whipping around me and escalating the need. Tension snaps. Blood flows thick and heavy. A hot ball of pleasure settles in my groin as I bury the long length of my shaft inside.

  Air leaves my lungs in a rush as I fill my rubber with my cum, wishing I was filling her instead. My fingers bite into her hips hard enough to leave a mark. I feel a flash of possessiveness that catches me off guard. Probably because this was the hottest, craziest fucking sex I’ve ever had, but it was so much more than that.

  Somewhere in the distance, near the shore, I hear the waves lapping, teens yelling. It jostles me back to the present and I suck in a breath to get my brain working again. It’s crazy how I’d been so lost in her that I hadn’t even realized life was going on around us. I pull out of her, fall to the mattress and drag her down with me. I go onto my side, balance on one elbow and brush her hair back, to take in her flushed face. Jesus, I want her again. This second time should have been enough, but I’ll be damned if it was.

  I poke the mattress. “You ready to let me help you carry this thing inside?” I ask.

  She blinks, and confused whiskey-colored eyes go wide
as she looks around, like she’s trying to orient herself. “Sean, I can’t believe we just . . .”

  “Had sex outside on the mattress?”

  “Yeah, I mean, my neighbors, the beach—”

  “Yeah, we probably shouldn’t have. Tell you what. Let’s me get this inside, and to your bedroom, where we’ll have no worries about anyone stumbling in to your front yard and catching us.”

  Her eyes fill with lust, and she blinks, like she’s rethinking this whole thing, but I can’t let her do that. She’s hot for me, I’m hot for her, so why shouldn’t we just keep on having sex—at least until I finish work on her house. Then I’ll get my life in order.

  “I want to keep fucking you.” She goes quiet, lost in thought, an uneasy look moving over her face like she’s battling with herself. I’m sure she’s running from something but goddammit I don’t want her running from me. At least not yet. “Until the job is finished,” I add.

  Yeah, yeah, I know. My plan to concentrate on the business, set an example for my brothers, and not fuck around with some woman has been severely crippled. But Summer Wheeler—Jenna Garridy—she’s no ordinary woman. And therein, of course, lies the problem.

  Chapter Seven: Summer

  I can’t believe I just had sex with Sean, again, and he’s talking about more. I should say no. I want to say no but he’s like an addiction, and after one taste I can’t seem to quit him. Truthfully, I feel less edgy, antsy, scared when he’s around. He’s rough and tough and wild in the bedroom—or on a mattress in the front yard—but damn, when I’m in his arms I feel safe and untouchable.

  “I . . .” His gaze moves over mine, hot, delicious, so tempting. He’s waiting for a reaction, a sign that I want more.

  “Say yes,” he murmurs.

  “I . . . have to be at work in an hour,” I say.

  His grin is wicked, so full of filthy promises, a heated quiver moves through me. Even if I wanted to, there is no way I can fight the chemistry between us.

  “Then you’d better get showered.” He slides from me, hands me my shorts and tugs on his jeans. I told him I had to work, and it’s the truth. But he knows. He knows by the look on my face that this isn’t the last time we’re going to fall into bed together.

  Good God, what am I doing?

  I pull on my clothes, except for my bra and panties, but don’t get up. “Sean?”

  “Yeah.”

  I take a breath, let it out slowly, and say, “I’m not looking for a relationship.” I tug on the frayed edges of my shorts. “I just got out of a bad one.”

  He stiffens, every muscle in his body so taut, I think something might snap. “Did he hurt you? So help him if he hurt you.”

  I give a quick shake of my head, shocked at this possessive side of him, even though I shouldn’t be. As a kid Sean was always protective, of his brothers, cousins . . . of me. While I’d like to tell him about Jack, or that I had to flush Summer Wheeler’s life down the drain for survival. I can’t drag him into my troubles. This is my problem, not his, and from the sounds of things around town, he has enough on his plate rounding up his family and getting his father’s business back in the black.

  “I’m fine,” I lie. “I just came here to get my life in order.” Not a lie.

  He scowls as he stares at me, a good hard glower, like he knows I’m keeping something from him. “How long are you staying?”

  “Not sure yet. At least a few months.” Until I find the ledger, and figure out what to do with it, I’ll be staying. But of course I’m not about to voice that either. He holds his hand out, and I slide my palm into it. I let him pull me to my feet and my body collides with his. He brushes my hair from my face, tender, soft, a barely there caress. My heart stills. Honest to God, somehow that touch feels more intimate than what we just did.

  My breasts swell again, my body going hot for him. I put my hand on his shoulder and his muscles ripples, the heat between us volatile. His jaw clenches and he looks like he’s fighting some internal battle.

  “Jenna,” he begins, then goes quiet for a long moment. He shakes his head and says, “You’d better get cleaned up.”

  I step away from him, but get the sense he wanted to say something else to me. I feel his eyes on my backside, burning in to me and turning me on all over again as I make my way toward the door. I turn, and find him staring, but he doesn’t even try to hide it. Moisture beads on his body, as he stands there, hot, mouthwateringly sexy. A shudder overtakes me and I grip the hem of the tank top, a dirty, delicious idea forming as I tug on it. What I’m about to do isn’t smart, or rational, but I can’t seem to stop myself. His gaze drops to my mouth and desire flares through me.

  “Have you heard about the recent water shortage?” I ask.

  He arches a brow, his gaze slowly moving back to mine. “A water shortage? Here in Blue Bay?”

  “Yes, it’s all everyone is talking about.”

  “Funny how I never heard, then.”

  “From what I understand, we’re supposed to keep water use to a minimum, so I was thinking . . .”

  He walks toward me, his grin so dirty and lethal, my knees nearly give. How is it possible that we just had sex and I want him again, so soon? Normally I can go weeks, months even without ever being touched, but with him, if I don’t feel his hand all over me in the next few minutes I might go up in flames.

  “Go on,” he says.

  “Well, since we’re both hot and sweaty and we’re both in need of a shower, I thought we could help the environment, by showering together.”

  He takes one last step, and I yelp in surprise when he scoops me up, and carries me into the house.

  “I do like how you’re concerned about the environment,” he says, “I’m quite environmentally conscious myself.”

  He sets me onto the sink, reaches into the small shower stall, and turns on the water. He unbuttons his jeans and kicks them, as well as his boots, off again. My mouth waters as he stands before me, completely naked, not a hint of modesty about him. I look him over, and he comes closer, bracing his hands on the counter top on either side of my thighs. His mouth is close, his warm breath washing over my face. I take in his hard body—one clearly made for sin—and trace the scorpion tattoo.

  I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing him naked. “Does this have meaning?”

  “Yeah.”

  I wait for him to answer, when he doesn’t, I touch his scars, run my finger over their purple surfaces. “How did you get all these?”

  “Motocross racing.”

  As the water heats up, steam fills the room. I blink at him, then touch the deep mark near his jugular. “This one looks bad.”

  “I lived.”

  “Yeah, but I think you have a death wish,” I say quietly.

  “Some would say I do.”

  “Why . . . why did you come back to Blue Bay?”

  He stiffens, and runs his hands through his hair as he turn from me. I take in his tension, intensity. “Had some family things to take care of.”

  I touch his chin, bringing his gaze back to me. “Like running your dad’s business?”

  “What do you know about that?”

  “Small town. I work at the local bar. You hear things.”

  “Why did you come back?”

  “As you know, I’d been here a few times with Summer.” This time I look away. It’s hard to keep secrets from Sean. “I thought it would be good place to hang out as I got my life in order.”

  “Because of the ex.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Is that it, or is there anything else you want to tell me?”

  “That’s it,” I say.

  He puts his hand on my face, and I angle my chin to see him. His eyes are darker, a deeper shade of green as they move over my face, a careful assessment. I don’t really think for one minute I’m fooling him. He knows who I am, but he’s not saying anything. Not only am I grateful that he’s keeping my secret, it proves he’s trustworthy, and I need someone lik
e that in my life right now.

  His warm breath washes over me, and my insides flutter, all thoughts of my troubles dissipating beneath his hands. He grips the hem of my top, and peels it over my head. A tortured look crosses his face as he gazes at my breasts. He bends, presses a soft kiss to each one, then picks me up like I weigh nothing, and sets me back on the floor. He drops to his knees, and slides my shorts to my ankles. I lift my feet, one at a time and he discards the shorts.

  He stands back up and looks me over. “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes go to mine and turn serious. “I don’t want to stop fucking you.” I swallow. “There are so many things I want to do to you, so many ways I want to take you.” My pulse speeds up and my legs nearly go out from underneath me.

  “Sean—”

  He steps into me. “For the rest of the summer, you’re mine.”

  “You said until the end of the job.”

  “Changed my mind.”

  Tension arcs between us, thick as the steam curling around the room “Are you asking for a summer fling?” I question, my voice too shaky, husky.

  “Yes.” His body is tense, tormented as he dips his head, and brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Nothing more.”

  The idea of having him in my bed for the next month, feeling his big, strong arms around me, giving me a sense of comfort as he fucks me is deliciously tempting.

  “Say yes.”

  I should say no. I want to say no. This is Sean Owens, dangerous to my heart in so many ways, and I’m lying to him about my identity for God’s sake. Not only that, I can’t—won’t—drag him into my world.

  But honest to God, how often does an offer like this come around. I’d be crazy to so no, right.

  “Just casual sex?”

  “Just casual. Unless you want formal. But I really don’t like fucking in a tuxedo.”

  A sexy dimple flashes as he grins, and I laugh as I turn to step into the stall. He climbs in behind me, and I shift to make room for his large body. He crowds me, hovers close as the warm, needle like spray falls over us.