Glimmer (Glimmer and Glow #1)

by BETH KERY

  “Fuck me here,” she taunted, again pressing her body from sex to breasts tighter to him, rubbing her peaking nipples against his ribs. She was shameless in those moments. Sex was cut and dry, an acceptable, delectable way for her to display her need. “Fuck me in these woods against this tree.”

  His mouth shaped into a snarl. “I’m not going to have you out here in the open.”

  “Why?” she demanded edgily. “Are you having someone follow me?”

  He blinked, his gaze going glacial. He gripped her upper arms. “Why would you say that?” he bit out.

  “Are you having that manager, Sal Rigo, follow me or any of the other counselors? Because he was just sitting in the Lakeside’s parking lot last night after we finished there. It looked like he was spying on us. Is that part of Durand’s protocol for dealing with possible new hires?” she demanded.

  “Of course not,” he said, scowling fiercely.

  She peered at his shadowed face closely. “Why do I feel like you’re lying?”

  She saw that glitter in his eyes that signaled danger. “I’m not lying. Your time is your own once you’re off the clock for the day. Rigo is not spying on the counselors in their off time.”

  “He sure looked like he was,” Alice said with a lofty air.

  “I’ll look into it and take care of it if there’s something to be taken care of,” he said, his mouth slanted in irritation. “But what’s this about the Lakeside? The restaurant in Morgantown? I thought I asked you to stay in last night.”

  “You asked it,” she said, her tone making it clear he could ask her to do any number of things. That didn’t mean she’d do them.

  “Careful, Alice,” he warned softly.

  A thrill of anxious excitement coursed down her spine. She really was in a volatile mood, about to either break or go up in flame at any moment.

  “I don’t want to be careful.” She reached for his cock.

  He caught her wrist lightning quick and jerked her hand away, lunging off the tree.

  He pulled her after him through the wooded upgrade. Alice felt like a she was being towed by a tornado. She jogged to keep up with his long legs, twigs and brush snapping beneath her sandals. She spied the castle’s sloping emerald-green lawn through the trees and began to regret her provocative behavior.

  What the hell is wrong with you? You were so happy to see him. And all you could do was piss him off? What are you, some kind of social moron?

  “Wait, Dylan, I didn’t—”

  It was like talking to a storm. She tried to interrupt his determined stride, but he didn’t turn around, and she certainly didn’t think he was listening. They broke the tree line. He hauled her in front of a neat, wooden shed at the edge of the woods. Alice had never noticed the secreted outbuilding before. He reached for the door. He pulled on her hand, drawing her over the threshold in front of him. As soon as she was inside, he dropped her hand. Alice spun around to see his tall shadow blocking the brilliant sunlight before he slammed the door shut with a bang. She glanced around the darkened room anxiously.

  “What is this place?” she asked between pants for air.

  “The gardener’s shed. This isn’t going to wait for us to make it to the house.”

  She heard the sound of a lock snick into place. Her heartbeat began to throb in her ears. She took a step back from Dylan’s encroaching shadow. Light snuck in around the frame of the door, but otherwise it was dark.

  “I don’t want to do it in here,” she said defiantly. “It’s hot.”

  “It’s air-conditioned.”

  “Not very well. And there are probably spiders.”

  “I agree. And mice. And sharp implements all over the place.” She jumped when his arm snaked out and his hand opened on the back of her neck. “I wouldn’t touch anything but what’s necessary, if I were you. Now. Let’s scratch that itch you have, Alice. Or should I say, let’s blast that chip off your shoulder?” he asked sarcastically before his mouth covered hers.

  She moaned as his arms went around her and his mouth single-mindedly consumed. His taste registered in her flustered brain, already so familiar. So delicious. It took only seconds before she was digging her fingertips into his T-shirt and lean waist, kissing him back angrily. Hungrily. It rose in her again like pressurized magma, her need alarming but undeniable.

  His hands moved between them, unfastening her cotton blouse. With the last two buttons to go, he made an impatient, rough sound in his throat and tore open the shirt. Through the roar in her ears, Alice vaguely heard the sound of plastic buttons skittering across the tile floor. He broke their kiss and whipped the shirt down her arms and hands, her bra following almost immediately.

  His hands slid along her naked sides, the slight calluses on them making her shiver despite the heat. His hands cradled her naked breasts, his fingertips pinching lightly at her nipples. Liquid heat rushed through her. She moaned shakily, dipping her knees and rubbing up against him, desperate for friction. His touch undid her, as always. The bulge of his cock behind his jeans drove her crazy. He molded her breasts to his big hands, massaging her tautly. His groan spiked her arousal. “I was going to pamper you tonight, but Princess Alice always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?”

  Princess Addie.

  A frisson of anxiety swept through her as she heard the words in her head, like a memory … but not her own. Where had that inexplicable phrase come from?

  “Princess?” she scoffed, forcing her mind onto the solidity of the moment … the vibrant reality of Dylan. She reached between his thighs. She found the rigid column of his cock and stroked it at the same time she ground their pelvises tighter, rolling her hips. “I’m no princess.”

  “No,” he agreed grimly, leaning over her and cradling one of her breasts in his hand. He pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger. “You’re a fucking dictator, the way you jerk my dick around.”

  He forced her back to arch. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and applied a hot, taut suction. Alice writhed against him. Her fingers ran the length of his turgid cock, pumping and pressing through his jeans. It made her crazy, feeling his shape and the strength of his arousal. She used her other hand to find his testicles, cupping them through the fabric. Her nipple popped out of his mouth. He found her wrists and pulled her hands away from his cock.

  “I’m going to give you what you want this afternoon, little girl,” he said, his voice rough and ominous sounding in the darkness. “But tonight, I’m going to make you show me some control.”

  She thought of demanding what he meant by that, but then he was unfastening her shorts and jerking her clothing down over her hips. It was like that day in the stables. Hot. Sweaty. Definitely out of control.

  After a moment, she stood panting, wearing only her sandals. Dylan spun her in his arms. He hugged her to him, his greater height and weight forcing her to bend at the waist. She felt his hand between their bodies, working at the buttons of his jeans and hauling them down to his thighs.

  “You know what to do,” he said, his mouth near her ear. “Bend over. Let me at that hot little pussy. I’m going to give you what you need.”

  She clenched her eyelids shut at his illicit instructions, both agitated and aroused by his dirty talk. Her sex was wet and tingling, so needy for pressure. Relief.

  She bent at the waist, sending her bare ass against his protruding sex. God, it felt good. He was so heavy and hard for her. Such a beautiful man; such a mouthwatering cock. She circled her bottom against him in a tempting gesture.

  He popped her ass with his hand. The resulting sting ramped up her excitement.

  “I’m going to fuck you raw. No condom. Do you hear me?” he asked angrily, because she’d resumed her gyrations and he’d cracked her bottom again in a reprimand.

  “Yes. Yes, just do it,” she pled between clenched teeth.

  “Over further,” he urged, one hand on her back. The smooth, hard head of his cock nudged her slick entry. He grunted. She whimpered at t
he relentless pressure as he pushed into her, both his hands holding her hips steady. It felt unbearable.

  It felt so damn good.

  Her whimper escalated to a whine. She bumped her hips back, trying to get him into her completely. Her thighs strained. She felt unsteady, despite his firm hold on her hips.

  “Spread your thighs a little and plant your feet. Brace yourself. I’m going to fuck you hard,” he said tensely from behind her. Alice did what he said and he slid deeper. His balls pressed tight against her outer sex. She was so full of him. So incendiary. “I need a better angle. Over further. Hold on to your ankles. Send up your tailbone.”

  She hesitated at that.

  “Who do you think you’ve been teasing?” he bit out furiously. She blinked in surprise. He throbbed inside her. Oh God, who had she been teasing? “I’ll hold you steady, but, you’re going to have to take what you asked for,” he bit out.

  She clamped her eyelids shut and grasped her ankles, using the hold to tilt up her pelvis.

  He withdrew and sank back into her to the hilt. She cried out in excitement. The angle of penetration was prime.

  “You feel like sin straight up,” he snarled. “I knew you would. So tight. So wet for me,” he mumbled before he began to fuck her.

  Hard.

  Alice howled at the pressure, but he continued his wicked pace without mercy. Her eyes sprang wide. He was huge with need. Without a condom, she could better feel the shape of the swollen cockhead and steely shaft as he built a fire in her. He drove into her with long forceful strokes. Her body rocked at the impact of him crashing into her, but he held her hips and bottom steady for his pillaging cock. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled up, plunging into her, circling his hips slightly before he withdrew and repeated the ruthless stroke again and again. His hips glided and charged like a well-oiled machine. The indirect pressure on her clit was fierce.

  Fantastic.

  God, the man knew how to fuck. She was going to explode. A scream rose in her throat as the friction built in her.

  “Is this what you needed?” he rasped, his cock driving deep, the harsh tattoo of their slapping flesh mixing with the roar of her heartbeat. He landed a spank on her ass before he clutched her again, driving deep. She was at his mercy, bent over and exposed, a flammable substance about to ignite. A desperate cry popped out of her throat. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” she cried out.

  “A nice hard fuck,” he said darkly, giving her just that without pause.

  “I needed you,” Alice said in a tiny, shaky voice.

  He paused with his cock halfway in her. His harsh swear sounded strangely sweet in her ears. He reached between her legs. He rubbed her slick clit and drove into her.

  She screamed as climax slammed into her. Dylan kept fucking her while she wailed and shudders of pleasure wracked her.

  “Jesus, I can feel you coming,” he muttered viciously. The next thing she knew, he was grabbing her shoulders and lifting her against him. He filled one hand with her right breast. He bent his knees and pressed her back against his straining rock-hard body. Holding her in place, he thrust into her with short precise strokes. She shuddered around him, helpless in the onslaught of violent pleasure.

  “I’m going to come in you,” he said tensely near her ear a moment later. “Nothing is going to separate us again.”

  “Yes,” Alice agreed. She was too mindless with pleasure to notice how their primal, raw joining had somehow turned sublime.

  He withdrew partially and then pulled her back on him, dipping his cock deep, her ass slapping against his tensed thighs.

  “Now Alice. That’s so damn good.”

  Her eyes flew wide at the sensation of him swelling in her. She felt his cock lurch and spasm. His powerful body shuddered behind her.

  He held her fast against him as he came deep inside her. She’d remember his harsh, wild groan in her ear forever.

  Slowly, their erratic pants for air slowed and evened. She leaned her head back against his chest. His hold on her loosened slightly, his fingers slowly rubbing her perspiration-damp belly. It felt wonderful.

  Emotion expanded in her breast. She cherished the moments with him, and that was a truth she feared. It was hard not to face that fear, though, when they were joined like two halves of a whole and she breathed in his scent.

  “Dylan?” she whispered cautiously.

  “Yeah?” he replied. She loved the sound of his low, rough voice behind her. He pressed his mouth to her pulse.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I was so edgy and …” Difficult, she finished silently. He’d been right, of course. She had been spoiling for something, and it wasn’t a fight.

  “It’s okay,” he rumbled, planting a kiss on her shoulder and lingering to taste her sweat with his tongue.

  “It is?” she asked uncertainly. It was okay for her to taunt and tease him?

  She felt him nod because his face was pressed between her neck and shoulder. “Yeah,” he said gruffly, his lips moving in a sweet glide against her neck. She shivered and turned her chin. Their mouths touched, clung, and parted ever so slightly.

  “I missed you like hell, too, Alice.”

  He caught her surprised gasp of pleasure at his admission with his mouth, and then he was kissing her again, deep and sound.

  HALF an hour later, they dried off after a languorous shower in Dylan’s luxurious bathroom. Alice wrapped the towel around her, securing it at her breasts, and watched him breathlessly. He arched his brows when he noticed her enthralled expression as he dried his hard hair-sprinkled thighs with a fluffy white towel. He’d washed her with soapy, sensuous hands minutes ago and brought her to climax with his slippery fingers. Their lazy, delicious shower play had hardened him again. His cock protruded from between his muscular thighs. He was so beautiful. He’d caught her admiring him, but for once, she didn’t mind. Somehow, his saying what she’d been too afraid to tell him—I missed you like hell—had made her a little freer in showing her feelings.

  “Wouldn’t you like me to do something about that?” she asked, nodding at his cock. She’d tried to return the favor or orgasm in the shower, but he’d enigmatically told her they’d let it wait.

  He smiled that sex-god smile. His cock tented the towel in the front when he wrapped it low on his hips. He reached for her and she went into the circle of his arms. She pressed her nose against his humid warm skin, her hunger mounting at the sensation of his cockhead poking at her lower belly through their towels.

  “I want your mouth on me,” he growled near her ear. She shivered in excitement and reached for him. He grasped her wrist and pushed it back to her side. “Soon. I’ll tell you what I want when the time is right.”

  “Oh you will, will you?” she asked archly, both miffed and mystified. She wasn’t irritated enough at his cocky reply to stop herself from kissing his chest, loving the contrast of wiry hair and smooth skin against her lips.

  “Bet on it,” he said, caressing her shoulders. His hand rose to her face, his thumbs hovering near her eyebrows. She obligingly closed her eyes. He caressed her eyelid with his fingertip. “You have the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are so beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” she murmured, entranced by his low, rough voice and gentle touch.

  “I hate that you darken your eyebrows,” he murmured. “And you shouldn’t put so much liner and mascara on your eyes.”

  Embarrassment fractured her lassitude. “You sound like Maggie,” she said, referring to her graduate school advisor and landlord. “She’s always reminding me that I’m a walking fashion mistake.”

  “She just doesn’t like to see you hiding behind so much dark makeup or hair dye. You’re stunning. Why should you hide it?”

  She blinked her eyelids open at that, and he moved aside his finger. For a lung-burning moment, their gazes clung.

  “Oh well,” he said after a moment, still studying her closely. “Maybe it’s best for now.”

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nbsp; “What do you mean?” she said with a laugh, puzzled.

  He just shook his head, as if to say it wasn’t important. “I noticed you didn’t bring a bag. You’re planning on staying tonight, right?”

  She nodded her head.

  “I have some clothes for you, including some dresses.”

  “Are we dressing up?”

  He nodded. “I’m taking you to dinner at a place that’s an hour or so up the coast. But we’re going somewhere else first.”

  Pleasure rushed through her at the idea of spending so much time alone with him. Another thought intruded.

  “Where did you get the clothes?” she asked. He gave her a long-suffering, sardonic glance at her suspicious tone. “I mean … it’s not clothing left by one of your old girlfriends or something, is it?”

  “Do you think I’m not capable of purchasing something specifically for you?”

  “You don’t know my size, do you?”

  “You’re a size-six pants and dress, a size-eight shoe.” He leaned down and spoke near her mouth. “Bra size: thirty-four C.”

  “How did you know that?” she demanded, heat flooding her cheeks because he’d cradled the weight of her left breast lightly in his hand as he spoke and was caressing her softly.

  “By looking at you,” he said as he straightened.

  She gave him a look that told him she wasn’t buying it. He laughed and ran his thumb over her peaking nipple through the towel. She shivered in pleasure. She felt his cock swell against her.

  “Okay, I’ll admit I checked your shoe size,” he conceded. “I’m not much of a foot expert.”

  “Hmm. But you are a breast one.” He merely looked down at her, that small, enigmatic smile lingering. She bit her lip and studied him through lowered lashes, fighting an unwelcome feeling of shyness. “Have you been in lots of relationships?” she ventured, attempting a light, casual tone.

  “There have been a lot of women,” he said simply. “Few relationships.”

  “Why so few?”

  His shrug brought her attention to his broad shoulders. She caressed the dense muscle there. He smelled like soap and man. The weight of his erection behind their towels was a mind-blowing tease.