Fix Me: Men of Sander’s Valley, book 2

by Corrigan, Nancy

  He set her on her feet, took her hand, and led her toward the gazebo. His place would’ve been better, but he figured that’d scream relationship. No way did he want to scare her off.

  She yanked on his arm after a few hundred feet. “Where are we going?”

  He cut her a quick glance. “Somewhere my brothers won’t be able to see us.”

  “Oh.” The word matched her widened eyes.

  He swept her into his arms before she could say anything else.

  “Wyn!”

  He pressed a finger to her lip. “Shh, you need to be quiet. Can you do that, darling? No screaming, no crying out my name, or else everyone in my family will know I pleasured you tonight.” Her eyes turned into saucers. He grinned. “You can whimper. Or bite me.” He shrugged. “Scratch up my back. Whatever. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” Eagerness rushed up. He hurried down the path. He hadn’t felt so excited to be with a girl since his teenage years.

  Up ahead, the trees gave way to a small meadow, hidden from view and perfect for what he had in mind. The gazebo sat in the center. Solar accent lights cast a soft glow over the wooden structure. Combined with the moonlight brightening the field, he’d be able to worship her properly.

  He set Iona on her feet and rushed to the small plastic storage box next to the wooden structure. They kept some picnic supplies there. It beat walking back to one of the houses. He bet his mother hadn’t stocked it with outside sex in mind, but the thick blanket was exactly what he needed.

  With the blanket in hand, he made his way back to Iona. She stood stiffly, her lip caught between her teeth and fingers twisted together. He tugged her against him before her nerves could ruin the moment. She settled her hands on his waist and tipped her head for his kiss—exactly the response he wanted. He twined his tongue with hers, slow and gentle, until she offered him a sigh, letting him know she was ready for more.

  Crazy that he could read her already. It shouldn’t be possible, but he felt attuned to her in a way he’d never achieved with another girl. Sure, he’d always pleasured his lovers, had them begging to come, and yearning for another chance to ride him, but he’d never purposely sought to pleasure them. It just happened. Iona had him listening to her unspoken triggers and craving her release. He couldn’t wait to drink of her or feel her convulse around him.

  Before he lost all thought, he tore his mouth from hers and then spread the blanket on the ground. With her hand in his, he led her to the center. A small tug and he urged her to kneel with him.

  He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and tilted her head so he could watch her expression. “Who were you thinking about when you were touching yourself?”

  Her eyes widened. “You did watch me then.”

  “You made it easy, darling. Lights on and your thighs spread wide in front of the open doorway.”

  “I didn’t think Peeping Toms lived in Sander’s Valley.”

  He saw the sparkle in her eyes. He could play too. “They don’t, and you know that, so…” He caught his lip like she’d just done. Her gaze settled on his mouth. Hunger slackened her features. “You must’ve been trying to entice a Sander boy to come ravish you.”

  She chuckled. “Ravish me?”

  “Uh-huh.” He slid his free hand across her lower back to the waistband of her shorts. “From what I saw, you need a good fucking too.”

  “And what did you see?” Her voiced lowered, caressing him as if it had a physical touch.

  “You naked. Your hands running over your breasts. Your fingers pumping into your body.” He bent closer and trailed his lips over her cheek to her ear. “What were you thinking about that made you so damn hot?”

  “Sex.”

  The single word drew his balls up. “With who?”

  Her breathing quickened, but she remained quiet.

  “Whose face did you picture?”

  “Nobody’s. I was just thinking about sex.”

  She squirmed in his arms—not exactly a push to break his hold, but he sensed her growing discomfort. He wouldn’t stand for it.

  He brushed his nose into her hair and inhaled. She smelled like spring rain, soothing and invigorating. “Liar. I saw you. You pretended someone else was caressing you.”

  “You can’t know that from watching me.”

  “You stroked yourself as a lover would, then sucked on your hand as if you were kissing him.”

  She drew in a sharp breath.

  Caught. He eased back. “Who got you all hot and bothered? Tell me.”

  “You.”

  “Aw, fuck.”

  He covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard. A rough tug brought their bodies together. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself up. He helped her, a hand on her firm ass. She clung to him. On a low whimper, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, demanding to lead. He let her. Her passion stoked his. Each breathy sound she offered jacked up his lust and let him know she was right where she wanted to be, in his arms.

  Their tops prevented the skin-on-skin contact he wanted, but he wouldn’t rush her. He sensed her need to set their path. Only, he’d lead her in the direction he wanted, spread out and open beneath him. It wouldn’t take much either.

  Her snug shorts didn’t offer him much room to explore, but he could use the denim to stimulate her. He stroked a finger down the crack of her ass to her center. The heat and dampness he found there nearly broke his control. Wet. She was so damn wet she soaked her shorts.

  A sound crawled up his throat, something between a groan and a growl, but it matched the raw wildness gripping him. He rubbed the hot space between her legs, needing her drenched for him. He wanted her arousal to soak her thighs and his. She’d bathe his cock in welcome, tempting him to spill his seed and fill her. He wanted to make her his and love her from the inside out.

  He pressed the heel of his palm to her crotch and rocked his hand back and forth. More of her whimpers added to the crazed kiss she delivered on him. She bit at his lips, dug her nails harder into his shoulders, and ground against him.

  He lost his tenuous control. On a growl, he took the lead. It was her turn to feel his passion. He caught her invading tongue and sucked. She jerked in his arms, her thighs squeezing around his hand. The warmth of her sex teased him, lured him closer, and promised him heaven. He delved deeper, needing more. Everything she could give. Even then it wouldn’t be enough. He wanted to devour her. Maybe make her an extension of himself so she was always there within reach. Or claim her heart so she’d always need him.

  He laid her on the quilt, yanked his shirt over his head, and crouched over her. Mussed hair, rosy cheeks, and the hint of stark desire in her brown orbs turned her into a princess, a siren, and an angel all wrapped into one tiny package. “I’m going to pleasure you now, Miss Iona Volkov. Make you wild and crazed. You want that?”

  “Yes, yes, I want.”

  He popped the button on her shorts and dragged the zipper down. She lifted her bottom, and he tugged the denim off. Her bare sex greeted him. No panties. No hair. Only a small Celtic knot tattoo. He cursed.

  “I knew you had more hidden.” He bent closer and kissed her artwork. That was what it was too, art. Beautiful and intriguing. “I love this. It makes you so damn sexy.”

  She trailed her fingers along his jaw. “It’s just a tattoo. Lots of women have them.”

  He brushed his open mouth from the symbol to the inked rose near her belly button. A swirl and lick of his tongue tore a shaky moan from her throat. The sound sped his heartbeat.

  “They’re little indicators of your personality. Teasing glimpses of how wild you are. You keep them hidden, letting little flashes show to lure your lover closer. It works.” He glanced into her face, and his hair fell into his eyes. He didn’t bother shoving it out of the way. Instead, he peered at her through the strands. “You caught me. I’m right here.”

  “Ready to do my bidding?”

  “Yes.”

  Her
chest rose and fell with her quickened breaths. “Anything, Wyn? Will you do anything for me?”

  He chuckled. “You’re a wicked woman. Aren’t you, darling?”

  “Not wicked. Assured. I know what I want.”

  He flashed her a lopsided smile and inched his fingertips lower. At the top of her sex, he paused. She lifted her bottom. He eased his finger away. “What do you want? Tell me.”

  She opened her mouth but closed it without voicing her demand and dropped her gaze. The little show of shyness after her tempting words intrigued him. He liked the many layers to her personality. He wanted to uncover them all.

  The memory of how she’d studied him at the garage mixed with the one of how she’d touched herself tonight. An idea grew.

  “Do you want to use me to get yourself off?” Her eyes widened. Damn, he’d guessed right. “Is that it, darling?”

  She bit her lip but remained quiet. It was answer enough. Anticipation gripped him. He wanted her to take her pleasure from him.

  Use him.

  He’d been with enough women to know the confident ones could make sex fun. He also knew the ones who obeyed him, as Iona had done, could give him the best release. If he could find a girl who combined the two, he’d have the perfect lover.

  “Do you want to climb on top of me and ride my cock? Is that what you were thinking when you saw me stretched out under my truck?” She gasped, and his dick jerked, precome welling at the tip. “I’m right, aren’t I? You thought about freeing just my cock and impaling yourself.”

  She whimpered.

  The sound drew up his balls. He bent over her. Mouth near her ear, he demanded, “Answer me, or I’m walking away.”

  “Maybe.”

  Fucking hell. His dick swelled impossibly more. “Maybe what? Did you want to screw yourself on my dick? Or lick it?”

  She dug her nails into his biceps and pulled him closer. He locked his elbows. “Wyn.”

  Just his name. A myriad of emotions laced it. He heard each one—longing, desire, hunger, awe. His chest tightened. He wanted Iona to say his name exactly as she had—tomorrow, the next day, and the one after that. “Answer. Me.”

  “Lick.” A sob tore from her throat. “I wanted to lick your cock, pump you, and make you moan for me.”

  He nipped her chin. She gasped. “Do you like making guys moan? Or do you want them begging?”

  “Both.”

  He wanted to experience her seduction. Too bad it wouldn’t happen. What they did tonight was all about her. Iona needed to yearn for his body as much as he did hers. That way she’d keep coming back for more.

  “You want to know what I fantasized about?”

  “Yes.” She tugged him closer. “Tell me.”

  “Nope. Don’t think I will.”

  She tensed. “Excuse me?”

  He dragged the edges of his teeth down the center of her neck. At the base of her throat, he swirled his tongue. A rough inhale and the bite of her nails rewarded him. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see what she’d do when he made her cream all over his face. A shudder ran down his spine. He’d always loved a little bite of pain with sex. It made him hotter knowing his lover couldn’t control her passion.

  “I’m going to show you.” He eased back. “That’s more fun anyway.”

  “Wyn.” She clutched his shoulders and pulled him on top of her. He let her drag him closer for another scorching kiss, but the raw sound she fed him pushed him past his limit.

  He ran a hand over her body. Her soft skin teased his fingertips. She arched into him, offering herself. He squeezed an ass cheek and swallowed her gasp. With strokes of his fingers, he massaged her bottom, inching his way to her cleft before reversing the path. She squirmed in his embrace. Her breathing grew sharper. He kept teasing her, edging closer to her opening with every slow stroke.

  More of her arousal flowed. Her warmth drew him. He finally gave in to the lure of her hot sex, sliding a single finger over her folds.

  She broke their kiss on a shaky exhale, and he eased back to meet her heavy-lidded gaze.

  “Drenched. You’re dripping in welcome for me.” He dipped his fingertip into her core. Her muscles clenched over the small invasion. “Is this all from thinking about me?”

  “Yes. I haven’t had sex in a long time.”

  The significance of her words hit him—she was horny. It didn’t necessarily mean thoughts of him had gotten her hot and bothered, just his dick. He waited for the annoyance the realization brought. It never came. When he was done with her, she’d crave all of him. He’d make sure of it.

  He knelt but didn’t pull his hand away from her soaked core. He delivered lazy circles to the opening of her sex. “That’s a real shame. A girl like you needs a cock to writhe on.”

  “Yes.” She gripped his erection through his sweats and squeezed. Pleasure shot straight to his balls. “I want yours tonight.”

  He rocked his hips. She took the hint and stroked him through his pants. The cotton stuck to the wet head of his penis. She swiped her finger over the top, drawing more precome forth. His breath escaped on a low exhale. The sound must’ve enflamed her. She pushed to a kneeling position in front of him and tugged on the waistband. He let her pull his sweats down enough to expose the crown of his cock before grasping her wrist. “Do you now? Want mine?”

  A nod, and she bent closer.

  He stopped her with a hand under her chin, tipping her face toward him. “How do you want my cock?”

  “Any way I can get you.”

  She leaned closer and bathed the sensitive head of his erection with her warm breath before he could respond. With the first swipe of her tongue over his dick, he shuddered. A second swirling lick skipped tingles down his spine. And the third slow caress tightened his balls. Finally, she drew the head of his cock into her mouth and teased the slit with her tongue. He cursed. He was about two seconds away from exploding. All it had taken was a few strokes of her tongue.

  He moved his hands to her shoulders and urged her off him. Desire-ridden eyes met his gaze. The sight almost swayed him. He tightened his grip and fought the urge to push his cock into her mouth and fuck her warm depths. Other hungers demanded payment first. “Now, darling, while having you suck me off is arguably one of my fantasies, it isn’t the one you put into my head with your little show.”

  She froze. “And what is?”

  With one palm at her lower back, the other in the center of her chest, he directed her to lie on the soft throw. Her chest rose and fell roughly, but she followed his lead and stretched out, thighs spread wide. He crawled into the open space she provided and leaned over her. She followed his every move with hungry eyes.

  He brushed his thumb over her mouth. “Now I told you that I’d pleasure you tonight. Let me.”

  She fisted the blanket beneath her and nodded.

  He untied her loose top but left her heels on. The sight of her lace-covered breasts with the hint of her tattoo hidden under the material sped his pulse.

  Beautiful. She was the most perfect woman he’d ever been with. The thought gripped him and brought some emotion to the surface. He didn’t know what. Awe, maybe? He ignored it for the moment and focused on pleasuring her. His hands shook, but he managed to unhook the front clasp of her bra. The thin cups fell to the sides, exposing her chest.

  “Gorgeous.” He ran a finger over the butterfly tattoo on her left breast. The inking done in black had her initials on one wing. The other was blank. The design looked unfinished. He tapped the unmarked side. “Whose initials go on this side?”

  “Nobody’s now. I need to get it filled in with something else.”

  Jealousy gripped him. Unreasonable, but he couldn’t deny it. “Who was going to get the honor of claiming the spot?”

  “The love of my life.” She tugged on his shoulder. “Enough talking. Pleasure me, Wyn.”

  It was still bare. The tension tightening his body eased. “Okay, darling.”

  He brushed his knuckles ove
r her dripping center the way she had done. Back-and-forth motions teased her and coated his skin with her arousal. His finger brushed against her clit, and she grabbed on to his wrist, holding his hand in place.

  “There. Touch me there.”

  Using his fingertip, he stroked the bundle of nerves and listened to her quickening pants. He waited until she sucked in a breath, then pulled his finger away.

  With his hands on her ass, he tilted her bottom and gave himself over to the lust gripping him. He licked her, parting her wet folds and dipping into her center. Not lingering, he kept up the laps of his tongue. He alternated between quick strokes and slow swipes, never letting her fall over the edge.

  She sifted the strands of his hair through her fingers and rubbed her sex over his face, pushing his nose against her erect nub. Her demand was clear—she needed to come.

  He jerked her ass higher and thrust his flattened tongue into her core. She cried out. He thought about reminding her to be quiet but couldn’t pull his mouth off her for anything. She tasted too damn good. Rich and alluring, she sparked a craving he’d never known he had. Her arousal coated his tongue and filled his mouth. He lapped, taking her flavor in and groaning his approval.

  She rewarded him with her whimpers. He wrapped the sound around him and pushed her higher, forcing her to ride the edge.

  She finally sucked in a harsh breath and yanked on the strands of his hair. Her thighs trembled. Her inner muscles clamped down on his tongue. He curled the tip, stroked her sensitive walls, and enjoyed her squirming. He kept her orgasm going until her fingers fell away from his head and her body went limp.

  He tore his mouth from her lower lips and took in the sight of the woman spread out before him. She was beautiful. His. He had to have her.

  “I want to fuck you.” It hadn’t been part of his plan, but he didn’t want to walk away from Iona without feeling her body convulse around his cock. “If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

  Gaze locked to his, she nodded. “I want that.”

  He grinned and held out his hand to her. “Come on. We need to go back to my place. I didn’t bring a condom.”

  She shook her head. “I’m clean. Safe. We don’t need one.”