Wreckless Engagement: The Russian Engagement Series

by K. Marie

  “Am I to get no sleep at all?” I asked, words coming out a sexy whisper. Considering the time of morning it already was, that could be a distinct possibility.

  “I don’t know, Camry, I guess that depends on how well you beg,” Garland taunted, hard cock pressing against my ass.

  “Umm…” I moaned, pushing my ass back to tease him, “I guess we’ll just have to see.”

  Garland’s hand came up to palm my right breast, his fingers teasing the nipple as his warm mouth grazed my neck. His hand trailed down my stomach until it hovered just above my pussy, before beginning to feather light circles against my skin.

  Garland teased me mercilessly, knowing exactly what he’s doing. All hot and bothered, I tilted my pelvis towards his hand, silently demanding more.

  “What’s wrong, Camry, is there something you want?” he asked, a smile in his voice.

  Bastard! He knew exactly what I wanted. But I guess he seriously intended for me to beg for it.

  Well, I wasn’t begging!

  “Nope, don’t want anything at all,” I lied.

  “Oh?” Garland questioned, as he began stroking his fingers across my clit, “Are you sure?” he asked softly against my ear, before kissing just below it.

  I screwed my eyes tightly shut, trying to hold back a moan.

  I was thankful he was behind me and couldn’t see my face. “Yes…I’m damn sure,” I said, voice sounding traitorously strained.

  “It seems your wet pussy would disagree,” he taunted, sliding a finger through my folds.

  A moan escaped my mouth before I could catch it.

  Garland kissed along my jaw, his hand abandoning his torture to grasp my chin and tilt my head back. He crushed his mouth to mine, invading it with his tongue, and my control all but slipped when he did that tongue-sucking thing that seemed to trigger my inner-slut. I gave up all pretense of not moaning when his hand traveled back down to tease between my thighs.

  I moved my hips in search of what I wanted, about two seconds away from orgasm. And then the bastard stopped!

  “That’s it, sweetheart, tell me what you want,” Garland encouraged, grasping my leg and hooking it over his. “I can give you whatever you need.”

  And I’m certain he’s right.

  I reached behind me, between our bodies, and palmed his hard cock. Garland hissed at the unexpected move, his cock jerking in my hand, and making me feel totally vindicated. Grasping him firmly but gently, I moved my hand in an up and down motion, smiling when he groaned.

  He wasn’t the only one with power.

  “Aren’t you a bad girl?” Garland murmured, entering a long finger inside of me in retaliation.

  I moaned loudly.

  “Tell me what you want, Camry!” he demanded forcefully, hell-bent on making me obey.

  I folded like a house of cards. I was weak, with zero self-control. “I want to come, dammit!” I cried in frustration.

  “What’s the magic word?” he asked as though I were a six-year-old, entering a second finger inside of me.

  I moaned my response, inner muscles already tightening around his fingers for the grand finale. “Please…” I whispered, already breathless.

  “Good girl,” the bastard praised, smugly satisfied.

  But the magic word did the trick. Garland buried his fingers deeper; pressing his thumb against my clit, and ten seconds later I’m in orgasmic heaven.

  The man might be a cruel sadist, but he sure could deliver.

  Flipping fully onto my back, I watched as Garland climbed off the bed, reaching onto the floor to grab one of the earlier discarded condoms.

  “Come here,” he ordered, tearing open the pack and rolling the sucker on.

  I guess I didn’t move fast enough, because he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me the rest of the way.

  He lay between my thighs and sank slowly into me, before stilling. “What’s my name?” he asked, mouth hovering just above mine.

  Huh? Blame it on my sex-fogged brain, but I didn’t immediately follow.

  What’s his name? Did he think I’d forgotten? “Uh, Garland…?” I answered questioningly, bemused.

  I would call him anything he wanted as long as he started fucking me.

  “Remember that the next time I ask you,” he said, before sliding his tongue across my bottom lip.

  Jesus. I wasn’t likely to forget his name anytime soon.

  But, it isn’t long before his crazy started to make sense. Garland stopped toying with me and fucked me for real, like a savage, and all coherent thoughts seemed to leave my brain as I orgasmed, repeatedly.

  “Oh God,” became my mantra, as it was the only thing my brain seemed capable of producing.

  “Wrong name, Camry,” Garland said, fucking me harder.

  “What’s my name?” he asked again, unsatisfied with my answer.

  “Um, um…oh God!” I cried out in orgasm instead. My brain kept misfiring. The man was fucking me senseless.

  “Wrong again,” he chided, exerting control over both my pussy and my brain.

  Breathless, my heart drummed wildly in my chest as I came, my lungs feeling depleted of air.

  I think he’s trying to kill me, trying to fuck me to death.

  Garland wasn’t kidding about the first time being a warm-up, because this shit had ventured into Olympian gold-metal status.

  Good lord, I didn’t think my poor body could handle anymore.

  “That was better, though you still seem a bit confused,” he mocked, letting up on me some.

  He’s a cocky bastard. And okay, so maybe he’d earned it, but still. “Point made…Mr. Cockiness,” I managed to say between breaths, voice coming out hoarse.

  I had a fleetingly humorous thought occur to me suddenly, about the reaper tattoo, wondering if it represented Garland’s obvious skill as a Pussy Slayer. Because he damn sure wasn’t showing any mercy on mine.

  As though reading my thoughts, he finally took mercy on me and stopped.

  “Mr. Cockiness?” he questioned, not sounding the least bit winded, “Not cocky, sweetheart, just a man of my word,” he qualified.

  I didn’t see the difference.

  “I made you a promise, did I not?” he asked, reminding me of his words earlier tonight on deck.

  Yep, definitely a cocky bastard. He was apparently the literal sort.

  Preparing to accept defeat, I was right on the verge of conceding when he went too far. “Have I kept my promise yet, Camry?” Garland asked with a taunting edge.

  Hell yes! I wanted to scream.

  But foolish, stubborn woman that I am, I whispered, “No,” instead. I’d let my competitive nature take over my common sense.

  There was a challenging gleam in Garland’s eyes as he smiled down at me, and I knew instantly that I’d given the wrong answer. Pushing himself back onto his knees and sitting on his heels, he eyed me thoughtfully.

  And with a growing trepidation, I wondered what he had in-store for me.

  “You’re tougher than you look,” he said, gripping the backs of my knees and pulling me towards him.

  Shit. I guess I was about to find out.

  “Let’s see if you’re finally ready to convert,” Garland said with a wicked look in his eyes.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, reaching for my hands and pulling me astride him. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms locked around his neck, he entered me again.

  I bit my lip to keep from crying out; my soreness making itself known. I desperately wondered how long he could keep this shit up.

  Garland kissed me as he palmed my ass and began to move me in a back and forth motion. The rhythm was gentle and slow, but he penetrated me deeply every time he brought me forward. The soreness started to subside as the back and forth friction soon had me moaning.

  I clamped my mouth to his; pulse throbbing wildly, anticipating the happy ending that I knew was imminent. I was like a huge ball of orgasm just waiting to happen.


  “Should I keep going?” Garland whispered against my mouth, low, compelling voice conjuring up all sorts of sinful thoughts in my head.

  “God, yes…” I breathed in answer; wondering if I’d actually died and gone to hell.

  Could my punishment be having to fuck the devil?

  It's said the devil could so easily trick the world because he hid behind a beautiful physical shell. I was starting to think Garland’s otherworldliness might not be of the celestial kind.

  “I’ll be God if you insist, sweetheart,” Satan whispered, caressing my neck with his addictive mouth.

  I gasped when he thrust into me hard—only about four times, and I’m done for. My words came out incoherently as I shattered.

  “That’s it, Camry…let me know when you’ve had enough,” Garland murmured, brushing a kiss against my temple.

  I’ve had enough! My brain screamed.

  It was too much; my body couldn’t take anymore, I was thoroughly exhausted. If he wasn’t holding onto me I would have passed out by now. My pussy was numb from orgasmic overload, and I’ll probably have to soak in the tub a week before it’ll be recovered. I’d be a damned fool to keep this going.

  Gladly accepting defeat, I shook my head in answer, too damn tired to use my voice.

  “I can’t hear you!” Garland growled near my ear, not accepting my nonverbal response.

  He obviously wanted to hear my surrender.

  “Enough, you sadist,” I whispered, resting my tired head onto his shoulder. I held onto him for dear life, afraid that if I let go, I’d never stop falling.

  “No, it’s God, remember?” he reminded me, not letting me forget what got me into this mess.

  But, he finally took mercy on me as he grasped my ass tighter, thrusting into me several times before finally groaning his release. Garland pitched forward to lay us both onto the bed, his face burying into the side of my neck as he breathed hard from exertion.

  I lay quickly fading beneath him, thinking, Thank God. No pun intended.

  Eleven

  The room was in shadow, but I could see a ray of sun streaming through a sliver of the drawn curtains. I lay momentarily disoriented, feeling lethargic and groggy. It’s a minute before my brain registered my surroundings.

  I was in Garland’s bed.

  I lifted my head off the pillow in search of him, but he wasn’t here. Last night came rushing back in explicit detail as I dropped my head back onto the pillow, letting out a groan.

  My body felt as if I’d been in a fight and had lost, badly.

  Just that little bit of movement had my muscles screaming in protest. My abs, legs—especially my inner thighs, arms and everything else in between was sore as hell. I remembered how I got this way and smiled.

  Holy shit.

  Since losing my virginity at age seventeen, I’d never been fucked the way that Garland fucked me last night. He was a man with something to prove, and by God, he’d proved it.

  I mentally pictured myself having to go to confession to beg forgiveness. “Regardless to how it might have appeared, My Lord, I did NOT forsake you for another.”

  Groaning again as I turned onto my side, I quickly considered my present reality, the morning after. I was relieved Garland hadn’t been here when I awoke, but I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever.

  Would l be able to look the man in the eye after last night?

  It’s easy to be bold under the cover of darkness, but how would I hold up in the light of day? This is total uncharted territory for me.

  On the other hand, Garland was probably no stranger to such things. Not that what he did was any of my business; I wouldn’t dare judge him after my own behavior. We had a one-night stand with no questions asked, period.

  I smiled again at the memory of last night and couldn’t bring myself to regret any parts of it.

  Dragging myself into a sitting position, I winced as my sore muscles protested movement, and sat surveying my surroundings. I had no idea how I came to be where I was; tucked neatly under the covers, I remembered nothing after passing out. Garland obviously recovered long before I did and moved my lifeless body.

  I grimaced at the lowering thought.

  Throwing back the covers, I scooted to the edge of the bed and climbed off, figuring I might as well get started on my walk of shame. My eyes scanned the room with interest, taking in Garland’s space, curious about the man to whom it belonged. Walking over to the dresser, I eyed the items on top. There really wasn’t much; a few coins, an ink pen, a pair of sunglasses and a small dark wooden box.

  I stared at the box, telling myself to have some class and not to invade the man’s privacy. But proving I clearly had no class, I darted a guilty look over my shoulder before carefully lifting the lid.

  I scrunched my nose in surprise, before snorting a laugh. Gummy bears?

  Lying right there next to a stainless and gold Omega watch that must have cost thousands, sat a bag of half eaten gummy bears.

  Garland eats gummy bears?

  I grinned like an idiot, unable to picture him doing such a thing. Garland didn’t seem the type to eat something as frivolous as candy. Yet, there it is, stashed neatly away alongside his jewelry like a dirty little secret. I doubt it would be hidden there if it belonged to someone else.

  Gently closing the lid back, I felt a twinge of guilt for having invaded his privacy, but also tickled over having uncovered his secret.

  The man is mortal after all.

  But really, I found the discovery somehow endearing, it made Mr. Cocky seem just a bit more normal.

  Taking a break from snooping, I moved over to my tote perched near the end of the dresser to locate my phone. Finding it buried near the bottom, I fished it out to see that I had several texts and missed phone calls. Shit! I also see it’s 12:15 p.m.

  I can’t believe I’ve slept so long!

  I hurriedly texted both Marie and Lauren back; not wanting to talk to either of them at the moment, then contemplated the missed call from John.

  I closed my eyes in shame. While he’d been calling me, I was in another man’s bed. I wondered what it said about our relationship that I stood here naked on another man’s boat. It’s the last thing I would’ve ever imagined doing when I left Michigan.

  So why did it happen?

  Heaving a sigh, I placed my phone back into my bag, resigned to dealing with that particular issue later. As the saying goes…it’s time to get the show on the road.

  Carrying my things into the bathroom, I stopped in the doorway and gaped, pleasantly surprised. The room was surprisingly large for a bathroom on a boat. Everything was in light, cool shades, and made of glass and marble. Directly ahead sat a circular tub, and off to my right was a large walk-in shower with frosted glass surrounding it, but with no door. I spied the toilet to my left near the corner and headed that way after closing the door behind me. My bladder was near bursting.

  Once I’d finished, I walked over to the vanity to sit my tote down and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Yikes! I cringed at the image. My hair stood all over my head like a wild-woman and I looked like a frigging raccoon. I still had faint traces of dark eye shadow on my eyelids, and smudges of eyeliner underneath my eyes. I looked like a true morning-after slut.

  Thank heavens Garland wasn’t here when I awoke!

  Quickly locating the make-up remover wipes in my bag, I removed the gook from my face. I always carried a toothbrush and toothpaste in my purse, but I was glad as hell Garland suggested bringing extra clothes. Otherwise, I would’ve had to put on the same dress from last night

  How humiliating that would’ve been.

  When I left the hotel yesterday, I never would’ve imagined spending the night having hot sex with the man I’d met only the night before.

  Pondering that thought, I headed towards the shower with no door. Spying a shelf stacked with thick navy and ivory striped towels, I grabbed one—along with a matching washcloth, and followed the curved frosted wal
l until I stood inside the shower. Throwing the towels across the top of the glass, I eyed the complicated looking knobs dubiously.

  What the hell? What happened to simple hot and cold?

  “Shit!” I squealed, once I managed to get the darned thing turned on. Cold water shot from several directions at once.

  Scrambling to adjust the temperature, I grappled with the knobs a minute before the water finally started to warm. I stood under the stream, letting the hot water pound my sore muscles from several directions for long minutes. After finally making use of Garland’s soap and shampoo, I swiftly toweled off and exited the shower. Quickly brushing my teeth and detangling my wet hair, I left it loose to air-dry in its natural wavy pattern before applying some light make-up. I pulled on the white shorts and emerald lace tank that I’d packed, the green color reminding me of Garland’s eyes. I found it ironic that green just so happened to be my favorite color. Shaking my head in disgust over my own thoughts, I swiftly packed everything away before heading for the door, finally ready to show my face.

  But, I stopped short when I exited the bathroom, surprised by the unexpected sight of Garland sitting on the side of the ravaged bed. His attention was glued to his phone.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said in apology, rising to his feet.

  “No—I’m okay, I just didn’t expect to see you sitting there like a stalker,” I joked, quickly recovering.

  Garland grinned. “I was hardly stalking you. I’ve been waiting to escort you to lunch since you slept through breakfast,” he said, insinuation in his tone.

  “Well, I wouldn’t have missed breakfast if you hadn’t so rudely let me sleep until the afternoon,” I accused.

  My breath hitched in my throat as he advanced toward me.

  I stood stupidly gawking; the man was just so damn dreamy. He looked good casually dressed; wearing a pair of dark distressed jeans and a white button-down shirt. His dark hair looked recently washed and laid neatly combed into the style in which it was cut. The first time I’d seen it that way. I suspected that with just a little ruffling of the wind, it would become sexily mussed the way I’d seen it the last couple of times. The way I preferred it.