Unraveling Him: A Small Town Family Romance (The Bailey Brothers Book 3)
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I gaped at her as she patted my arm, then turned and walked to her car.
The evening song that soothes the spirit of the restless wolf. Holy shit. That’s exactly what she was.
How had Gram known?
“Hey, you.”
I whipped around at Fiona’s voice.
“Sorry,” she said with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I ran my thumb across her chin. “It’s okay. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, I’m glad I went.”
“Good.” Tilting her face up, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, then tasted her with the tip of my tongue.
I’d missed her. It had only been a couple of hours, but my hands itched to touch her skin and my mouth thirsted for hers.
“Ready?”
She nodded, her eyes glittering with the same desire that burned inside me. Suddenly I couldn’t get her home fast enough.
The cool air did nothing to dampen the lust simmering between us as we raced down the dark road. I’d always enjoyed the feel of riding a bike—the speed, the control. But riding with Fiona holding on behind me was even better. I liked feeling her close, the way her arms tightened around me as we hugged the turns.
We got home and as much as I wanted to drag her inside and rip her clothes off, Sasquatch needed some attention. I took him outside and when I brought him back in, Fiona was in the bathroom.
I sat on the couch to wait for her, and when she came out, she was wearing those fucking blue plaid pajamas.
My eyes were glued to her, like I was a kid gaping at my first set of naked tits. Her hair was loose, her bangs tucked behind an ear, no longer hiding her eyes. With her shoulders bare and those tiny shorts, I could see her ink. The flowers on her shoulder and arm. The vine on her upper thigh.
So fucking sexy. I wanted to lick her. Everywhere. My mouth watered at the thought.
“What?” she asked, a hint of shyness in her tone.
I was watching her like a predator, my body tensing, ready to strike.
“Get over here.”
The wicked smile on her lips told me she was thinking the same thing I was.
Good.
She slipped onto my lap, straddling my right leg. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, earning a soft moan.
“Did you wear this on purpose?” I asked, sliding my hands up her shorts to cup her ass cheeks.
“Maybe.”
I kissed her, lapping my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like mint and sugar. “I love this on you. Although I love it even more when it’s on the floor.”
“You’ll have to help me with that.”
I smiled and kissed her again. “My pleasure.”
Her hand skimmed down my torso while our mouths tangled, like she wasn’t afraid to go right for what she wanted. She reached my pants and I grunted when she slid her hand over my erection and squeezed.
She smiled against my mouth. “You like that?”
I nipped at her bottom lip. “Fuck yes, beautiful.”
Kissing her way along my jaw to my neck, she pulled my cock out of my pants. I rested my head against the couch cushion and groaned as she wrapped her hand around me.
I was helpless. She owned me.
She rolled her hips, rubbing herself against my thigh while she stroked my hard length. Her mouth was hot on my throat, her lips soft as her tongue danced across my skin.
So. Damn. Good.
But I wanted more of her.
I grabbed her wrists and she pulled away slightly, raising her eyebrows. I licked along the seam of her lips. “I want to taste you.”
A little whimper escaped her throat.
“I’m going to fuck you, beautiful. I’m going to sink my cock inside you and make you scream. But first I want to lick you until you beg me to stop.” Leaning closer, I put my mouth next to her ear. “I am the wolf, Fiona. And I’m going to eat you.”
I nudged her off my lap and stood. Instead of taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom, I picked her up and hoisted her over my shoulder. She squealed and I lightly smacked her ass cheek.
Sasquatch looked up at me.
“She’s fine. Stay.”
I hauled her into the bedroom, kicked the door closed behind me, and tossed her on the bed. I quickly stripped my shirt and dropped it, then crawled on top of her.
Wasting no time, I tore her clothes off. I wasn’t soft or gentle. I was aggressive. I wanted her naked, and I wanted it right fucking now.
With her clothes gone, I took a moment to appreciate her. All that smooth skin. Her full tits, narrow waist, wide hips. Bracing myself over her, I kissed and licked my way down her gorgeous body, savoring every inch. I wanted to worship her. Revel in the tantalizing feel of her skin sliding against mine, my mouth all over her.
When I got to her belly button, I climbed off the bed and hauled her close to the edge. Kneeling in front of her, I pushed her thighs open.
Slow and careful wasn’t my style. I went all in. My tongue lapped against her, attacking her clit with swift flicks. I already knew all her weaknesses. I held her legs open while her body trembled. She was so wet already, her arousal delicious on my tongue.
Fuck, she tasted good. Luscious and addictive.
Finding a rhythm she liked, I licked her relentlessly. I lifted my gaze to watch as she writhed against the sheets, moaning. God, she was beautiful. My cock ached to be inside her.
I slid one hand up her thigh and teased her opening. She whimpered as I stroked her delicate skin, dipping my finger inside her, then out again. The urge to possess her was so strong. To fill every bit of her. And that ass. Fuck, her ass was so tempting.
Without stopping the assault on her clit, I traced my finger lower. It was nice and wet, so I swirled it around with just a hint of pressure.
“Oh my god,” she said.
Since she seemed to like it, I tried a little more. I gently pushed my finger against her ass, that forbidden little spot that was so fucking tantalizing. She moaned again, her hips jerking. I pushed in a little more. Another moan.
Fuck, this was hot. With my mouth all over her, my tongue relentless, I flicked her clit and played with her ass. It was tight around my finger, and as I went just a little deeper, she cried out, her voice breathless.
“Fuck. Evan.”
I’d never been so turned on—my cock desperate. I didn’t want to stop, but I couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching down with my other hand, I fisted my cock and started to stroke.
“Yes. Oh god, yes.”
I growled into her pussy as I licked her. Her cries were fevered, her control gone. She clutched at the sheets, her head thrown back. Stroking my steel-hard erection, I kept licking her. I wanted to fuck her—I’d promised her I would—but I wasn’t sure if I’d make it. With the taste of her in my mouth and the feel of her tight ass, I was ready to fire off like a rocket.
Her silky inner muscles began to pulse and spasm. I moved my tongue with her, slowing down to match her rhythm, still rubbing my aching cock. She cried out as she came, rolling her hips against me.
A few more seconds and I might have come, but she slowed. I placed gentle kisses on her inner thighs and gently slid my finger out.
She lifted her head and blinked slowly. “Oh my god, Evan, what did you just do to me?”
With my cock still in my hand, I stood and licked my lips, savoring her taste. Her eyes traced down my body, landing on my throbbing erection.
“I couldn’t fucking wait.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I kept stroking, letting her watch. My hand glided over my cock, from root to tip, but it wasn’t enough to alleviate the maddening ache.
“Get on your knees,” I growled.
With a smile, she rolled over and put her ass in the air. I quickly grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it in, feeling like I was going to explode every second I wasn’t inside her.
I needed her. Now.
Positioning m
yself behind her, I grabbed her hips, aligned the tip of my cock with her opening, and drove it home.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
My eyes rolled back, the heat and pressure of her pussy overwhelming me. I had no control left. No will to hold back. I slammed into her, sliding through her wetness, fucking her relentlessly.
Palming her ass cheeks, I drove into her, my hips jerking hard. The bed knocked into the wall, and Fiona braced herself against the mattress, rocking back into me with every thrust.
I looked down, watching my thick cock disappearing inside her. There was that ass again—so fucking tempting. I slid my finger in, just the tip, and the pressure almost made me explode.
“Fuck, Evan. Yes.”
That was it. I was a goner.
My muscles clenched, my abs tightening, and the intensity in my groin reached the breaking point. I thrust harder, over and over, letting the mind-numbing pleasure sweep through me. My cock throbbed inside her, pulsing as I unleashed. My hips slammed into her ass, my hands digging into her flesh. I growled like a fucking animal, coming so hard it made my head swim.
When I finally finished, I pulled out and Fiona collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. I paused to catch my breath, then stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
I came back to the bedroom and Fiona hadn’t moved. She was sprawled out on her stomach, one leg bent and the other straight, her cheek resting on the mattress. She blinked her eyes open and the corner of her mouth hooked in a smile.
“Can’t move.”
I crawled into bed and hauled her against me. Buried my face in her neck and breathed her in.
So fucking good.
This woman was mine. And no one was ever going to take her from me.
32
Evan
It was the moment of truth. Or one of them, anyway.
Fiona squirted gas into the carburetor while I sat in the driver’s seat. It was time to see if the Pontiac’s engine would turn over after all the work I’d done.
“Go ahead,” she said.
Holding my breath, I turned the key and pressed the gas. The engine rumbled, so close to turning over. I gave it a little more.
“Come on, baby,” I said under my breath. “Give me what I want. That’s it.”
Finally, it roared to life, the throaty growl echoing in the open shop. Fiona threw her hands in the air and did a victory dance.
I gently patted the steering wheel. Fuck, yes.
“It sounds great,” she said, raising her voice so I could hear her over the noise.
I turned it off and leaned out the open door. “Yeah, that was a big win. Thank fuck it works.”
She came around to the driver’s side. “Of course it works. You’re an expert at making an engine purr.”
I was about to pull her into my lap—and was thinking about all the dirty things I could do to her in this car—when Gavin sauntered into the shop, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
Fucking Gavin.
“Hey, Fiona.”
With a soft laugh, she straightened. “Hey, Gav.”
“You’re looking especially beautiful,” he said. “You busy tonight?”
“Gavin, stop trying to hit on my girlfriend.”
“Who’s hitting on her?” He put his hands up. “I just asked if she was busy tonight.”
I got out of the car and leveled him with a glare. As usual, he just smiled at me.
Logan came in behind him. “Hey, brotato chip. Levi’s not here yet? I thought he’d beat us.”
“Why is Levi coming? And why are you guys here?”
“We’re riding today,” he said.
“Since when?”
“Since we are,” Logan said, his forehead creasing like I’d asked a stupid question. “We talked about it the other day.”
“If you guys want to go, I can stay and keep Fiona company,” Gavin said. “I don’t mind.”
I growled at him.
He grinned back.
“Riding what?” Fiona asked.
“Dirt bikes,” Logan said. “We’ve got miles of trails out there.”
“Are you serious?” she asked. “I love riding dirt bikes.”
“You know how to ride?” I asked.
She put her hands on her hips. “Are you kidding? I grew up around gearheads. They took me dirt bike riding all the time when I was a kid.”
“Fucking awesome,” Logan said. “She can ride Grace’s bike.”
“Grace rides?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Yeah, sometimes. We fixed up a bike for her when Asher was gone so she could come riding with us.”
“So what do you think, Fiona?” Gavin asked. “Want to come?”
Her eyebrows lifted and she looked at me.
I needed to work, and no matter what Logan said, I hadn’t planned on riding today. But the way Fiona’s face lit up, I couldn’t tell her no. Obviously we were going riding.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
She bounced up onto her tiptoes and clapped.
It took some time to get the bikes out and running, since we hadn’t ridden since last year. Levi showed up while we were working, followed closely by Asher.
“You assholes,” Asher said as soon as he got out of his truck.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about right now,” Logan said.
“Bullshit. That cardboard cutout scared the shit out of me.”
Gavin laughed. “I knew it would.”
Asher glared at him. “You’re wearing the underwear right now, aren’t you?”
“Am I?” Gavin unfastened his jeans and looked down his pants. “Oh yeah, I am.”
“What does Grace think of the new family photo for the mantle?” Logan asked.
Asher rolled his eyes. “She won’t let me take it down.”
Gavin burst out in a fit of laughter. “Grace is the best.”
“What’s in the photo?” Fiona asked.
“They took a picture of Asher getting out of the shower and made it into one of those life-size cardboard cutouts,” I said. “They also got underwear made with his face on them, and those three jack monkeys wore them and posed for a picture with the cutout.”
“See?” Gavin started pulling down his pants.
“Keep your fucking pants on,” I snapped.
“You’re in the picture too,” Asher said.
“Me?” I asked. “No I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are. It’s on my mantle and I assure you, you’re in it.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I wasn’t in the picture.” My gaze swung to Logan. “What did you do?”
“It’s called Photoshop. You could have posed with us, but you wouldn’t, so what else was I supposed to do?”
“You Photoshopped that?” Asher asked. “Dude, it’s very convincing. Although I did wonder why he seemed shorter.”
“Son of a bitch, Logan,” I said.
He just laughed, the dick.
Once we got all the bikes running, we geared up and headed out toward the trail.
Fiona looked hot in literally everything. T-shirt and jeans. Tank top and overalls. Tiny plaid pajama shorts. She’d even looked hot in her big sweatshirts and leggings when I’d first met her.
But Fiona on a dirt bike in full gear was somehow one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
Maybe because she was such a badass. She handled the bike like a boss, hugging corners and kicking up dirt. She caught a little air on a drop, making my heart lurch, and landed it perfectly.
I didn’t need to ride behind her—she could obviously handle herself—but this view of her ass was too fucking much. I enjoyed that more than the ride itself.
Gavin took the lead, racing ahead like usual. We’d made these trails ourselves over the years—every twist, turn, drop, and curve. They followed the natural terrain in and out of the pine trees. One branch met up with the road that led into town and the other ended near a ravine on the far end of my property.
“I can’t believe you had dirt bikes this whole time,” she said. “Why were you holding out on me?”
I smiled at her. “You never told me you could ride.”
“You never asked.”
“Did your dad teach you?”
She glanced away. “No. Dad was always busy working. After Mom left, he used to leave me with a couple of the guys in his crew a lot. They’re the ones who taught me about cars. They used to take me to the racetrack, dirt bike riding, all kinds of stuff. And I’d help them in the garage. I had no idea that half the time we were stripping stolen cars. But considering they were basically criminals, they were good guys.”
“What happened to your mom?”
“She had a drug problem,” she said. “Pain pills. She hurt her back when I was three or four and got hooked on painkillers. That’s why Dad got custody of me in the divorce.”
“Shit. That’s brutal.”
“Yeah, it sucks. She got clean, though, so that’s good.”
“And now she lives in Iowa?”
She nodded. “Yep. She got married again and had two more kids. It’s weird though, because I’ve never met them. They’re a lot younger than me. I haven’t actually seen my mom since she left.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Dad didn’t want me to have contact with her, but I tracked her down when I was in high school. I talk to her every once in a while on the phone, but that’s it.”
“Shit.”
She took a deep breath. “It sounds bad, but I kind of understand. I don’t think her addiction was just because she hurt her back. She knew everything my dad was doing—all the criminal stuff. Plus he’s not an easy guy to get along with. I’m sure being married to him basically sucked. I think she used drugs to deal with all the stress. And after she left, she needed to stay away.”
Something about Fiona’s story hit a tender place in my chest. I looked out at my brothers. Levi and Logan had stopped and taken their helmets off. Asher circled around while Gavin hit the jump, soaring over some old tires we’d dragged out here a couple of years ago.