Silk

by Heidi McLaughlin

  Moving his hips against mine it gave off the illusion of us having sex, and in my mind we were, but it was with his fingers inside of me instead of his cock. “I’m going to make you come, firecracker. Just … like … this.” Picking up his speed, he also added in another finger, pushing and thrusting. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I pulled him down to my lips. My cries of passion were hushed by his domineering takeover of my mouth and tongue as he sucked and licked. Using his thumb to rub my clit along with his thrusts had me falling over the edge almost immediately.

  Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back as I screamed out in pleasure. Brett closed his mouth over mine to muffle the cries and continued rubbing my clit until the aftershocks wore off, my body jerking as they died down. Breathing heavily, I opened my eyes to see him staring hungrily into my glowing face.

  “You are so sexy when you come. I almost came just watching you.” He sat up and helped me fix my top before pulling me to my feet. Glancing around, I was happy that no one had gotten close to our boat to see what we were doing. I noticed Brett was still hard and protruding out of his shorts, but when I tried to run my hands over him he backed away.

  Frowning, I placed my hands on my hips. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”

  Brett took my face in his hands and kissed my frown. “Believe me, I want you to touch me, but if you remember correctly I don’t do things light and gentle when I want something really bad. My boat will be at the bottom of the lake if I let you take me to that place.”

  Biting my lip, I was tempted to just attack him, but I had to respect his wishes. “Then when?” I asked, breathless. “When can I touch you? I’m dying to feel you inside me.” There, I said it. Even though I wanted to keep my distance, there was no way I could deny the feelings I had.

  His eyes went wide and he groaned, placing his forehead to mine. “You do know what you just agreed to, don’t you?” he asked, pulling me to the back of the boat. He sat down in the seat by the steering wheel and started up the engine.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sat down on his lap, his erection hard against my ass. “Yes, I know,” I whispered. “I can’t wait any longer. I think you will find that patience is not one of my virtues.”

  “Same here, baby, but I know I would wait for you.” Brett kissed the back of my neck and started us on the forty-five minute trek back to the dock. “As soon as I get you home I’m going to wrap those legs of yours around my waist and take you like I’ve been dying to for the past three months.”

  I smiled. “What about teaching me how to drive your Jeep? Did you forget about that? You said you were going to teach me after we got done on the lake.”

  Gripping my hips, he moved me across his still hard cock. “Sorry, firecracker, but that’s just going to have to wait. I’m sure you understand.”

  Oh yes, I understand. I understood perfectly well.

  Chapter Six

  We got to my house a little faster than was necessary, and I couldn’t help but keep my eyes glued to Brett the whole time. The way he shifted the gears, and the way his muscles worked as he drove his Jeep lit my insides on fire. My heart beat a million times a minute the moment I stepped out of his vehicle and headed for the front door. Brett followed close to my side and put his hand on the small of my back.

  Just that simple touch had my breath coming out in pants by the time we reached the door. The second I turned the key in the lock and opened it, Brett was on me in an instant. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kicked the door closed before pushing me into the wall. The mirror rattled beside my head and I was afraid it was going to fall, but his heated kisses possessing my mouth took all thought away and I didn’t care.

  Brett grabbed my thighs and lifted me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He was right when he said he was going to get my legs around his body. His stiff cock was pressed against my core, and while he still had me up against the wall he kissed and licked my lips as he pushed into me.

  “Where’s your room?” he all but growled against my ear.

  When I could find my breath, I was able to manage one word, “Upstairs.”

  Still holding me in his arms, he deftly made his way to the stairs. As soon as we hit the first step, he ripped my tank top off my body and threw it over the banister as he ascended to the second floor.

  “It’s the second door on the right,” I breathed, moaning when he bit my neck. Untying my bathing suit top he let it fall to the floor when we reached my bedroom door. Once inside, he crushed me to the bed and immediately removed his shirt. His hot skin felt like an inferno against my own bare flesh. Once his shorts were removed, along with mine, we were both naked and in a tangled heap on my king size bed.

  When Brett settled his body between mine, he looked down at me from above, his sensual gray eyes uncertain. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you into something.”

  Taking his face in my hands, I lifted my head and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m ready … I promise. I want to do this.”

  Releasing my hair from its tie, Brett ran his fingers through my auburn tresses and smoothed it over my pillow. “If we do this, Melissa, then you’re mine. I don’t want anyone else but you, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I breathed. “I understand.”

  Closing his eyes, Brett entered me slowly and moaned while pushing steadily inside me, claiming me. Gasping at the fullness of his cock stretching my body, I tightened my grip around his waist.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, gently pulling out.

  “Oh yeah,” I muttered, bucking my hips against his groin. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

  His deep chuckle made me smile. “Glad to hear it, firecracker.” Thrusting back into me, he picked up his pace as my core grew wetter and wetter with each passing moment. His gaze stayed on mine the entire time he pumped into me, and never once did it stray. It was extremely intimate and yet it left me feeling exposed, and somewhat nervous. What if he hurts me?

  As if he could sense my change in mood, he slowed his pace to a gentle, sensual rhythm. “I know that look, Melissa. But you have to know that I’m not going to hurt you. You’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine. You have to trust me.”

  “I’ll try,” I whispered. “More than anything I will try.”

  He nodded solemnly and continued on in his slow rhythm of tender lovemaking. Our tryst started out possessively and wild, but had turned into something much deeper … way deeper. I felt the connection open up as Brett linked his heart to mine with his gentle caresses.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded. “I’m not a weak woman, but if I let you in you better not screw up.”

  Brett kissed my lips and nuzzled my nose with his. “I promise, baby, but the same goes for you as well. I’m not the only one that could screw up in this relationship.”

  Thrusting deeper, he had me arching off the bed with a loud moan echoing throughout the room before I could even answer. “I promise,” I stated truthfully.

  “Good,” he growled. “Now it’s time I show you what real lovemaking is like.”

  For the next few hours, Brett teased and touched my body in more ways than I knew possible. When I fell asleep in his arms I had no clue if he’d be there in my bed when I woke up the next morning. I was just hoping and praying that I didn’t make a mistake.

  Chapter Seven

  The light filtering in through the window woke me up at precisely seven o’clock in the morning like it always did. Before I could open my eyes to that light, I could already tell I was going to find the spot beside me empty. I felt no warmth from another body or his presence in the room. My heart deflated and I tried to keep the burn from forming the tears behind my eyes.

  Lying cocksucker. Why was I so stupid to believe he would stay?

  My body was tired and my sex was sore from the hours that Brett spent taking what he wanted from me. Angry, I opened my eyes and climbed out of bed, st
aggering to the bathroom and turning on the shower water. I had to wash his scent off my body because if I spent another moment smelling it I was going to scream. As soon as the water was ready, I jumped in and scrubbed every single surface of my body, trying desperately to cleanse away any trace of Brett Walker.

  “Why the hell was I so stupid to believe him?” I snapped angrily at myself.

  “So stupid to believe who?”

  Gasping, I threw back the shower curtain. Standing there, with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face, was Brett.

  “You scared the shit out of me,” I hissed. “Don’t you know how to knock?”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “I didn’t think I’d have to since you already thought I wasn’t here. Seriously, Melissa, did you not understand me at all last night?”

  Feeling stupid and embarrassed, I shut the shower curtain and grumbled to myself. I jumped to conclusions and I knew I shouldn’t have, and now I had to face him. “Are you not going to answer me?” he demanded.

  When I didn’t answer him, the shower curtain pulled back hastily. Entering the warm spray of water was Brett, naked and gloriously erect. I stepped back and averted my gaze, not wanting to see his accusatory stare. Grasping my chin, he gently tilted it up to look into his hurt tinged eyes.

  “I think you need to know a few things about me before we continue here.” His voice was rough and laced with anger. “One, when I say something I mean it. You’ll come to learn that quickly the more time you spend with me. When I say I’m going to be here I will be here, so don’t ever doubt me; I don’t like it. Two, I’ve been burned before, way harder than you could imagine, and I’m still pained with what I went through and what I’ve seen so don’t for once think you’re the only one who’s been hurt here.”

  Brett looked away with a haunted expression marring his sculpted face. I could feel the pain he was talking about flowing from his body to mine, and it hurt. “What happened to you?” I asked forlornly. “You can tell me.”

  Sighing, Brett shrugged and shook his head. He kissed me gently on the lips and helped wash the soap off my body, lingering more at the area between my legs. “It’s not important right now. All I wanted you to know is that I’m not going to hurt you. The sooner you realize that the sooner we can move on and enjoy our time together.” He was keeping something from me and I could feel it. One way or another, I was going to find out what happened to him. If I was willing to tell him things about me, then he needed to do the same.

  Turning off the water, Brett grabbed two towels off the rack and folded one around me before tucking one around his waist, hiding the length of him that was still pulsing with desire. My lips turned down into a pout and he guffawed. “You’ll see more of me later, firecracker, but our breakfast is getting cold. I didn’t spend all morning making you a meal just to have it ruined.”

  My eyes went wide. “You cook?”

  The smile on his face lit up the room. “Of course I can cook. Breakfast is my specialty, and anything cooked on the grill. Other than that you’re on your own.”

  “Hey, that’s fine with me,” I agreed.

  Dressing quickly in a pair of running shorts and a tank top, I noticed Brett had a new set of clothes draped across the bed. “Where did you get the clothes?” I asked curiously. “Did you go home this morning while I was asleep?”

  Sheepishly, he glanced back at me over his shoulder while slipping on a pair of clean boxers. “I had them in my car … you know, just in case.”

  Smiling, I folded my arms across my chest and lifted an eyebrow. “Just in case what?” I questioned sarcastically.

  He laughed and threw his towel at my head. “I packed them in the car just in case I stayed over. I’m glad I did because if I didn’t I was going to have to leave you to go get some, and I didn’t want to have to leave in case this shit happened with you thinking I left you. However, it happened anyway so I guess it didn’t really matter.”

  Once he was dressed he came over and kissed me on the lips. “I wanted to spend every single moment with you before I left tonight. This week is going to be a busy one for me, and I’m not sure how much time I’m going to have to see you. I want today to be all about us.”

  My smile faded, but he grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. I smelled eggs, bacon, and maple syrup. My stomach growled and protested inside my body; it was mad at me since I didn’t eat the night before. Brett had a plate all stacked high for me with everything on it and three huge pancakes with butter on top. I was in heaven.

  Once we were seated with our plates of food and huge glasses of orange juice, I realized that he knew a lot about me, but I barely knew him. That needed to change.

  “How much do you work during the week?” I asked.

  Brett took a bite of eggs and furrowed his brows. “Let’s see … some weeks, depending on if I have to travel or not, I’ll find myself working about fifty to sixty hours a week. It’s a lot, but I haven’t exactly needed to divide my time if you know what I mean.”

  Incredulously, I stared at him with my mouth wide open. “Are you saying you haven’t been dating anyone?”

  He shrugged noncommittally. “I have, but no one worth my time. I haven’t slept with anyone since you that night three months ago.”

  My glass of orange juice halted at my lips. Was he serious? “I don’t believe that,” I said boldly. “You expect me to believe that you haven’t slept with another woman since our one night stand?”

  “That’s what I’m saying, firecracker. Take it for what it’s worth, but it’s the truth. I told you I hadn’t found anyone quite like you and now I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

  His gaze found my lips as I chewed my food slowly, and he stared, licking his lips while a slight moan escaped his throat. “You know, I just realized something,” he remarked huskily. “I love the way your mouth moves when you eat.” Just wait till you feel the way my mouth moves over your cock. The thought crossed my mind and I couldn’t help but drop my fork and laugh.

  Curious and narrowing his eyes, he retorted, “Enlighten me, Melissa? What were you just thinking?” I’m thinking about how good you’re going to taste, I thought to myself.

  Smirking, I waved him off. “Oh, you’ll find that out later.”

  When I didn’t elaborate, he stabbed a bundle of eggs with his fork. “Okay, I see how you want to be. Just know that two can play at that game.”

  Rolling my eyes, I finished my breakfast and carried my plate to the kitchen, putting it in the sink. “So what do you want to do today? I have a pool. We can always go swimming,” I suggested hopefully. The sun was out and it was a glorious Sunday morning. The only thing I needed to do was work on lesson plans for the week, but I could get that done in about an hour.

  Brett joined me in the kitchen and washed off his plate before putting it in the dishwasher with mine. “That sounds good. We can do that this morning, and this afternoon you can go somewhere with me.”

  “Where?” I asked, smiling.

  “You’ll see,” he replied. “I have somewhere I have to go and I want you to come with me. It may give you some insight on who I really am. I know you’re curious to know all about me.”

  I was intrigued.

  Pulling me away from the sink, Brett took my hands and held my arms out away from my body. “Okay, I think the clothes need to go before we get in the pool,” he insisted.

  I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Yeah, I know that. I need to go put my bathing suit on.”

  Brett pulled me to him and held me tight against his body, which was coming to life that very next second. “I think you misunderstand,” he growled in my ear. “I want you naked in the pool. No bathing suit … just you.”

  My neighbors didn’t live too close, and I had a privacy fence, but it still made me nervous. “Are you sure that’s wise?” I asked. “What if my neighbors see?”

  Brett slid my shorts down my legs and captured my underwear along with them, taking them to
the floor. Holding onto his shoulders, I lifted my feet so my shorts could finally be free. On his knees on the floor, Brett slid his hands up my thighs and gazed up at me, biting his lip. “Your neighbors aren’t going to see a damn thing. I went out there this morning and took a look around. Your backyard is pretty well hidden.”

  I shook my head and chuckled. “So you knew what you wanted to do this morning,” I said as a statement and not a question.

  His wolfish grin was answer enough.

  Chapter Eight

  Before running outside to the pool, we made a bet: the last one in had to clean the dishes from breakfast. I won, which didn’t make Brett too happy. Laughing, I splashed him with water and rubbed it in. “I told you I would win, but you didn’t listen.”

  “That’s okay,” he countered mischievously. “Since you obviously cheated and threw a chair in my way, I say that we need to make a deal.”

  Swimming up to the steps, I sat down and crossed my arms over my bare chest. “What kind of deal? I can’t help it if the chair tipped over when I ran past it. That was your fault for tripping over it.”

  He scowled and stalked closer, his gaze turning predatory. For a man to be so playful at times, he sure had a dangerous streak that made every single ounce of flesh on my body ache to be touched by him. His tanned, wet skin gleamed in the sunlight and my breath halted in my lungs. I knew what kind of deal he was going to offer me, but should I accept? He took it easy on me last time by showing affection; this time it would be primal, animalistic.

  When Brett got closer, he grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me to him. My head almost went underwater, but he grasped me by the thighs and put his hand under my back, lifting me up. It just so happened that by lifting me up he only had to lower me down on his straining cock and I would be his.