We are a flurry of hands and lips and pure, base need.
I have never been this fucking hard in my life. I could drill holes through ten-inch thick steel with my cock right now, and that may even provide relief from the ache I feel deep in my balls.
I manage to drop us on the couch, settling her across my lap so her pussy—holy shit, her wet, wet pussy—is snug against my raging cock. One hand sunk in her hair, I use the other to tweak a nipple as I ravage her mouth, eat at her neck, nip at her collarbone. I run my tongue down and around the puckered skin of her areola, groaning as I draw the tight bud into my mouth for the first time in years. With a broken moan, her head falls back on her shoulders, which arches her back and pushes her further into my mouth, where I suck, bite, and feast like a man starved.
I’d live here forever because Saine Campbell’s tits are full and ripe, more than a handful, like nothing I’ve experienced. They taste of spun sugar, awakening every one of my taste buds until they water in pain. But her hips haven’t stopped undulating from the second my ass hit buckskin. Every gyration brings me closer to the edge, and I can’t wait a single second longer to drive myself home.
I release her nipple after a slight bite. “I want to feel you sliding up and down my cock. Are you ready to be fucked hard, Ms. Campbell?”
“Why yes, Mr. Montgomery, I am. Please,” she tacks on quietly. She sounds as if she’s almost as lost in me as I am in her. Her entire body has been writhing smoothly like liquid since I set my mouth between her legs, and I’m not sure I’ve witnessed anything more sensual than her pleading with me to ease her ache.
Reaching between us I run the tip of my cock along the length of her seam, my eyes practically rolling in my head at how fantastic her warmth feels. Soaked and ready, I finally hold myself still as she rises above me. Waiting patiently, I squeeze my base and will my seed to stay put until I’m at least inside of her for three damn strokes.
“Here, let me,” she slaps my hand out of the way.
Patience isn’t a virtue of Saine Campbell’s, I guess.
“By all means, go ahead, oh impatient one.” I smile and throw my hands behind my head, lacing my fingers together.
Only that smile of mine is soon wiped clean the second she starts sinking down my throbbing shaft. And by sink, I mean impaling herself. Brutal. Fast. With one sole purpose.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, gripping her hips with such force she’ll have marks in the shapes of my fingertips.
“I agree,” she pants, every twist and roll of her pelvis calculated and intended to make me lose my goddamned mind. And she’s succeeding beautifully.
I can’t tear my eyes from the pleasure etched on every line of her face, so instead of fighting it, I rest my head against the back of the couch and I revel in everything Saine.
Her heat.
The way she’s hugging my cock.
How her eyes are squeezed shut and her limbs tremble with the magic we’re creating together once again.
She glides up and down me as if she’s galloping on the back of a thoroughbred. My eyes drop to the place our bodies are joined. With every upward movement she makes, every slide of my cock out of her, her abundant juices glisten on me. It’s primal. It is the most erotic moment I have ever experienced.
It’s mind-boggling.
Mind-blowing.
“I love watching your body take me.” My voice is strained, thick with lust. Her breath leaves her with each harsh strike of my hips against hers. “Absolute perfection, Saine. No one has ever felt as good as you do.”
Her tight walls begin to quiver. Her glazed eyes open and latch onto mine, silently pleading with me to make her come undone, and that’s it.
I take over, then, everything moving fast.
My hips. Her breath. My fingers. Her climax. Every point creating a counterpoint that pushes us closer to white-hot bliss. I hold her still as I pound into her from below. Until she tightens to the point she’s strangling me.
“Fuck, yes. You’re there already. I feel it. Give it to me, Saine. Let me feel you come all over me again.”
“Oh God,” she moans loudly. “I need…more.”
Since I aim to please and I know exactly how this woman’s body works after hours of practice, albeit years ago, all it takes to send her over are a few feathery circles over her hardened little clit.
Her eyes slam shut and she’s gone, exploding, the nails of her fingers digging into the back of my neck as she moans and rides out the bliss I set in motion.
Watching Saine Campbell fall headfirst into ecstasy is just as surreal as I remembered. Head back, long hair cascading over her shoulders, mouth open in silent pleasure. Her body greedy as she takes everything she needs.
She is exquisite. A goddess whose spell I am gratefully under.
I want to prolong this. Make her come over and again as I watch her face twist up in pleasure. Until she sags against me in sated satisfaction. But the feeling of her surrounding me, wholly consuming every one of my senses is too much. The warmth in my veins begins to gather enough steam to power a freight train, and I’m helpless to stop my own release.
“Ah, shiiit. I can’t stop, I’m gonna…”
…detonate.
My grip clamps down like a vise. I thrust violently, wanting to howl as I empty my virility inside of her. I want the entire fucking world to know I am marking her, claiming her. That I am going to marry her, be loyal to her. Love her until my very last ragged exhale.
Instead, I come on a prolonged, gravelly rumble, my face buried in her neck, intoxicating fire flying through my blood at the speed of light, fueled by her scent alone. The euphoria builds and caps out as I wring every drop of pleasure I can from her body. But all too soon it ebbs and wanes, and I slump into the furniture, utterly spent. I don’t move, except to wrap my arms around Saine and make sure she’s tucked securely into me. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to escape now that the buzz of passion is starting to pass.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree, softly, running my fingers up and down her spine. “Even better than I remember.”
We sit in silence for a long time. Several minutes, at least. I don’t make an attempt to move. Neither does she. I’m softening and I should dispose of the condom before any swimmers leak, but I couldn’t care less if they do. I would marry her tomorrow and impregnate her tomorrow night if I could.
“What are you thinking?” I ask. I’m not sure I want the answer because I don’t want her to list the litany of bullshit reasons she thinks we shouldn’t be together. When it takes her several seconds to reply, worry starts to take a solid shape.
She silently traces the hummingbird tattoo on the inside of my arm. That night I was already too far into her, with hardly a word exchanged, but when I saw her pin, I knew my father had brought us together.
“That I am incredibly sorry.”
Yeah, she’s making that fucking list, all right.
“For what?” I place my lips to the curve of her shoulder and leave them there, just breathing her in.
“That I never thanked you for…being there when I needed someone.”
Of all the things she could be sorry for, that response surprises me.
I lean back and grab her gaze. “You’re welcome, but the need to get lost for a little bit was mutual. Trust me. And I never thanked you either.” I pause. “My father…” Choking on the words, I swallow and try again. It never gets any easier. “My father had just died, and I was a mess.” I bring a hand to cup her jaw. “So thank you, Saine. For being there when I needed someone.”
The soft smile she gives me makes my heart beat fast. Leaning in, she kisses my forehead and murmurs, “You’re welcome, Bennett.”
I feel like a pussy, but my eyelids drop of their own accord at the sound of my first name passing through her kiss-swollen lips for the very first time. The only thing she’s referred to me as for six months is Mr. Montgomery. Well, that and jackass underneath her b
reath. And before that, it was every variation of the holy man himself, and while that’s incredibly ego boosting, I much prefer my given name to any of the others.
“My fiancé, well, ex-prick-fiancé, had just married my cousin, Alicia.”
I know, and I want to find him and beat him to a pulp before buying him a fucking yacht as a thank you gift.
“Was that the wedding you were at when we…met?”
Her face scrunches up. She nods.
“Why?”
Now she looks away. She seems embarrassed. “I thought maybe he’d still change his mind once he saw me walking down the aisle and realize what a mistake he made.” She stops and sighs. “I know it was stupid—”
“It’s not stupid,” I interject. I want to wrap my arms around her and squeeze her and tell her that if she ever agrees to marry me, I’ll never let her down. I’ll never let her go. “I’m sorry.”
Her gaze snaps back to mine, now heated. “I’m not. He was an idiot to throw me away.”
I grin at that. Saine Campbell is equal parts fire and ice, a heady combination no man should be able to resist.
“And I was an even bigger idiot to let you slip through my fingers.” I slide my hand to the back of her neck and press my thumb under her chin so she can’t look away. “And it’s not going to happen again, is it?”
“Well…” She bats her eyelashes coyly. “You know my name now, and you sign my paycheck, so I guess I’m stuck.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. When I start to harden, she laughs, and I can’t help but groan since her pussy squeezes me with every reverberation that leaves her body. It’s time for round two, but that will be carried out at my place so I can have her on or over every single surface before dawn.
As soon as she starts playing with my smattering of chest hair, I harden painfully and crack, announcing, “We’re leaving.”
“Where are we going?” she asks, though I know she already knows.
“To my place so I can hear my name bounce off the walls with every orgasm I’m going to give you.”
“That’s pretty narcissistic of you.”
I flex my thighs to stand, slapping her ass so hard she yelps. “Perhaps, but after imagining what it would have sounded like all these years, hearing it fall from your tongue is now addictive. My own personal brand of heroine.”
“Well, when you put it that way...okay.”
Her mouth starts a trek up my jaw and I’m wondering how I’m going to manage to get us both dressed and out of here when all I want to do is throw her up against the wall and see how long it takes me to coax my name from her again.
I no more than spin around—so, fortunately, it’s my bare ass facing the door—when it bursts open. Unfortunately, I’m still buried balls deep in Saine, my cock pulsing, raring to go again when Saine squeals her brother’s name at the same time an angry voice behind me thunders, “I told you she was off limits, you fucking bastard.”
The next thing I know I’m being yanked backward and a meaty fist is flying directly at my face.
Sadly, it connects before I can move out of its way.
CHAPTER 7
Bennett
“How’s the eye?”
Instinctively I reach up and prod the skin around my left socket. A week later it’s still tender, but the swelling has receded. I’ve had far worse when scrapping it out with my two older brothers, though I can say it was the first fight I’ve had while buck-ass naked and I was more worried about protecting my dick than my face.
“It’s fine.”
Will pops the bottle top of a craft beer and hands it to me. I snag it and take a long pull as he gets one ready for himself. “Again, I’m sorry.”
“You have a wicked right hook. Something to keep in mind.”
This employee appreciation barbecue Will is hosting at his home is the first time I’ve seen him since our altercation. After I had ended up on the floor, spread eagle, birds circling my head, Saine laid a smooth one on her brother. He’s sporting a shiner to match mine.
“How’s yours?” I ask, grinning, pointing the mouth of the bottle in his direction.
He shrugs. “The ladies give it a lot of attention, so it’s all good.”
“Any lady in particular?”
He chooses then to clam up, and I just chuckle. He doesn’t want to talk about this unholy fascination he has for a particularly beautiful waitress of ours, so be it.
“Does she know it was your sister who sucker-punched you?”
“Ha,” he drolls. “I left that part out.”
Feeling oddly at peace here, I move to the screened door, my attention immediately zoning in on Saine as if a spotlight illuminated her and only her. She’s lounging in an Adirondack chair on the patio; lazily singing along to a tune Ian is strumming on his acoustic guitar while a small group gathers to listen. They have such a comfortable ease with each other, I should be jealous, but I’m not in the least.
Saine is mine.
She knows it. I know it. Ian Riverdale knows it. I may have made sure of that last part earlier today when he wrapped her in a hug that bristled me.
We have been inseparable for the past fourteen days. She’s spent every night at my house, in my bed, waking up in my arms. We’ve eaten every meal together. We’ve laughed. We’ve fought already, not surprising. And we’ve talked until our throats are raw and the sun has risen.
Every second of every day I fall in love with her more, the woman I’m getting to know outside of the bedroom so much more incredible than I could have possibly imagined.
“I don’t want to see her hurt again,” Will says, coming to stand beside me, shoulder to shoulder. He’s about two inches taller than my six-foot height, but I have a good ten pounds of sheer muscle on me, so if he takes another swing at me, he’d better be prepared for me to swing back this time.
“Neither do I.” I bring the bottle to my mouth for another drink.
“How do you know her?”
Will may be a lot of things, but clueless is not one of them.
I tilt my head slightly, sliding my eyes toward him. He’s watching his sister, love and concern clearly evident on his face. “I distinctly remember you telling me to grab the bull by the horns and wrangle the fucker to the ground.”
His eyes cut to mine. They’re a touch annoyed. “Are you calling my sister a bull?”
“In a china shop,” I reply, totally straight-faced.
We stare at each other, and I ready for another blow. Only it never comes. Will throws his head back and laughs instead, loud and so boisterous it draws the eyes of about twenty people milling around the backyard, including Saine’s.
“So…how do you know her?” he asks again, waving at Saine who is eying us curiously. When Brandi, one of the bartenders, taps her shoulder, she pointedly smiles at me before giving her attention away. Selfishly, I want it back. “She hasn’t said a word to me about a history between you two.”
“It’s a long story. And not one in hell I’m going to tell you.”
His mouth quirks up. “Never mind. I don’t think I want to know.”
“You don’t.”
Silence falls. I haven’t even told Saine this for fear I’ll scare her off, but her brother needs to know I’m in this for more than a few quick rolls in the hay.
“I’m in love with her.”
“What?” A gravelly, familiar voice behind me booms. Will tenses. “The Bennett Montgomery is going to be a one trick pony from now on? Pray tell, who is this witchy woman that has your short hairs pinched tight?”
I spin and thrust a hand in Lance’s at the same I throw an arm around his shoulder and pull him close for a quick hug. “Hey man, I thought you were in the Maltese Islands or some shit like that.”
Lance returns my gesture before sliding his arm around a petite, non-distinct blond, who must be the wife I’ve never met.
I was back in town for their wedding when I found out my father had taken his life. I couldn’t get a
flight home until the next morning, and I couldn’t make myself celebrate love and happiness when I was drowning in conflict and turmoil. So instead I got a liquored up, impulsively ended up in a tattoo parlor where I inked my father’s favorite bird on me, and wandered around for hours until I found myself at the hotel bar, where I was well on my way to oblivion.
That’s when I saw the woman who would rearrange all my brain cells.
“We got back late last night.” Lance tugs his wife into his side and kisses her temple, throwing a quick glance at Will, who is clearly grinding his teeth.
“I don’t recall your name on the guest list,” Will grits.
Lance’s lips thin. He replies wryly, “Well since I’m an owner and this is an employee party, I didn’t think a formal invitation was necessary.”
“It is,” Will fires back.
“Honey, we should just go,” the blond whispers. Her wary gaze is focused outside and when I follow it, I realize it’s on Saine. And Saine’s is on hers. And Saine is on her feet. And Ian is holding her back, but looking as equally pissed as Will.
What the…?
“Is this your wife?” I ask what I think is a pretty benign question, hoping to defuse the situation. Fucking hell was I ever wrong.
“Yes, it is.” But instead of Lance answering me, Will does. “Bennett meet Alicia, Lance’s wife.”
“Lance, baby, this was a mistake,” Alicia hisses. She latches onto his hand and tries to yank him in the opposite direction, but he stands his ground. All the while I run her name through my mind.
Alicia. Alicia. Alicia.
Why does that name sound so familiar?
I glance at Saine again and though she’s calmed down, she’s shooting daggers in our direction. Squarely at Lance and…Alicia.
Suddenly the pieces start falling soundly and ugly.
“Is this your cousin?” I ask Will incredulously, thumb thrown toward Lance’s wife. “And the ex-fiancé?”
His nod is clipped and angry. His rabid stare never leaves Lance’s. I cut my eyes to my old friend, college roommate, and current business partner. I’m sure they’re as wide as saucers.
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