"No. No. No,” Sheila growled, turning her head from side to side. What was with him? Why had she picked a man who was more talk than action? She felt his withdrawal and it chilled her. Why was he stopping?
"Sweet Sheila. I want to taste you."
The sound of material tearing filled the air. Cool air blew over her quivering flesh but was immediately replaced with his hot tongue as he lapped at her juices. He moaned as he licked at her and the vibration rumbled through her body. She gasped and spread her legs wider as she grew wetter and wetter from his skillful mouth.
He sucked her clit in between his lips, and teased it with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh. My. Goddess!” she shrieked as tingles spread from her toes up to her stomach until she exploded into a million pieces.
"Mmm,” Bryant murmured against her clit as he stroked it with his tongue.
Sheila cried out as he took her over the edge again before the crest of her first orgasm had passed completely. She clenched her hands, struggling against the binding as he licked his way lower on her trembling body.
"Bryant!” she gasped as his tongue speared her.
He tugged her legs open further, and massaged her swollen lips with his thumbs as his tongue plunged into her over and over again. It wasn't enough, though. She wanted his cock there. She wanted him to ram into her hard and fast so her world would explode again.
His finger slid inside her, then moved back out, then slid in all the way as his tongue swirled around her clit. She thrust against him as he added another finger to the first.
"Bryant. Oh damn. Bryant! That feels so good,” she moaned as her inner muscles clenched around his fingers. She had no idea how many he was using, but he definitely knew how to use them.
"You are so tight, Sheila. And you make such sweet noises."
She was being awfully loud, wasn't she? Sheila bit her lip and tried to stifle her cries of pleasure.
"No.” He stopped with his fingers buried inside her. “I want to hear your sounds. I want to make you scream with pleasure. I want you to gasp and moan and shout my name."
Sheila shivered as his words sank in. He wanted her to be noisy. Oh Goddess, it was such a turn-on. They weren't the only ones who snuck off to make love so it wasn't as if what they were doing was forbidden. In fact this was Beltane. Hadn't she heard that the May Queen and her consort were supposed to make love in their tent to ensure the land would be fertile? Beltane was about fertility and making love. Besides, if Bryant wanted her to make noise, she would scream her damn head off. Again. She'd done that once already.
He plunged his fingers deeper into her and she writhed under his ministrations. Faster and faster he moved them, in and out, stretching her while her inner muscles clenched and unclenched.
"You are really tight, Sheila."
"It's been a while,” she admitted between moans.
"How long?” He groaned and replaced his fingers with his mouth as he licked at her again. “Damn it, babe. I can't get enough of you."
"I want you inside me, Bryant. Please."
He pulled away. She heard the sound of clothes rustling and wondered what he was doing, but then he sighed and dropped his head against her thigh. “I was in such a hurry I must have dropped my condom somewhere. It must be in here, though. I had it when I was on the mattress waiting for you."
She heard him searching the tent. “I'm safe. I'm on the pill."
He groaned. “I'm clean, too. But it's not smart for you to trust a stranger."
"You aren't a stranger. Morgan said she's known you for years. She told me to go after you. I saw the way you and Jack are together. If my brother and soon to be sister-in-law trust you, then so do I."
"But—"
"Enough talking, Bryant. Can you just fuck me now?"
The silence scared her, but then he laughed, and she released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.
"It would be my pleasure.” He crawled up over her, and tested the material covering her eyes and the belt binding her wrists.
"I want to watch you,” Sheila whispered.
"What?” His hands hesitated on hers.
"I want to watch you make love to me. Please."
His breath shuddered, then he removed the makeshift blindfold. Sheila blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Bryant loomed over her, a wicked smile on his face, while his cock bumped against her stomach. He must have undressed when he'd searched for the condom. He was big and thick, and so ready for her that a few drops of pre-cum glistened on the tip. She licked her lips and met his gaze again.
"Bryant?"
"Yes?” he asked as he reached between them and pressed on her clit.
She arched against him.
"Sheila?"
She gasped as he rolled the hard nub between his thumb and finger. If only her hands weren't tied, she could just reach down and touch him. Grab onto him and squeeze him and then guide him inside her.
"Sheila?"
"Hmm?” She looked up at him. “What?"
"Never mind."
He chuckled and moved so the head of his shaft pressed against her opening. Sheila lifted her hips, pushing against him until the tip slid inside. With a moan, he thrust inside her, ramming in to the hilt. He paused, but when she whimpered, he grinned and began to move inside her, stroking her very soul as he filled her more completely than any other man.
She struggled against her confinement until Bryant pushed her hands back up, stretching them as far above her head as he could. “Keep them up there or I'll stop."
"What?” Sheila cried out, then moaned as he licked and nibbled on her ear.
"I'm going to mark you, Sheila.” He kissed his way down her neck. His tongue traced a line over her carotid, and she whimpered, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “You are so tasty all over. I can't decide where to mark you."
"Why? Why do you want to mark me?” Sheila asked breathlessly. What in the world did he mean? A hickey? Or something more?
"Because you are mine. I want every man here to know that you have been thoroughly loved and are taken."
Sheila gasped, then moaned as he sucked on her neck. Her inner muscles clamped around him. Bryant stopped and sat back to look down at her.
"Bryant?"
"I just wanted to look at you for a minute. You are so beautiful laying there breathless and flushed with passion. Your beautiful breasts full and round, with hard nipples begging to be suckled. You are so full of passion and surprises,” he said as he dipped a finger into her navel and tickled her.
Sheila giggled.
"I can't believe I'm doing this with a stranger.” The words slipped out before she could take them back. His eyes flashed with something but it before she could decipher it, it was gone.
"We're not strangers. At least not anymore, Sheila."
"I'm sorry.” She frowned and moved under him. She'd ruined the mood. Stupid, Sheila. Stupid. Why did he have to be so talkative?
Sheila pulled her arms down, but he pushed them back up.
"I'm not done with you yet. I promise before this night is through, you'll want no other man."
"I think you've already ruined me for other men,” she admitted with a sigh.
He grinned and leaned down until his mouth hovered over hers. “So you've never had it this good, babe?"
"Only one came close, and he was my first."
"Your first?” Bryant froze. “Have you had many lovers?"
"Um, Bryant?” Sheila shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. “This is really a turn-off. I haven't asked you about your sex life, and judging by how good you are, it's been plentiful."
"Are you jealous?” he asked, moving inside her.
"Actually, yes. I bet they got to come."
Bryant frowned down at her as she tried to stifle a giggle. Then he was moving again, deeper and deeper with each thrust. He slid out, than rammed his full length back inside her.
"Bryant!” she shouted his name.
> He grabbed her knees and pressed them to her chest as he continued to slam inside her harder and faster.
Sheila moaned and clenched her fists as her inner muscles tightened around him.
"Oohh, so tight."
Bryant groaned as she squeezed him again. The sound sent shivers up her spine, and she arched her back. Between the sounds of his wet flesh striking hers, and the husky noises he made deep in his throat, Sheila flew over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm. Her entire body tightened, and she screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her.
Before she could come back down to earth, Bryant followed her with his own shout, his hot seed spilling into her womb. When the aftershocks faded, he untied her and rubbed her wrists.
If she didn't watch it, she could fall in love with him. A lover who was rough when she needed it, and gentle when she didn't. Sex with him would probably never be dull.
Bryant tugged her close, and wrapped his arms around her. She drifted off to sleep wondering why he hadn't left, and if he was just resting before round two.
* * * *
Sheila woke to soft kisses on her neck and shoulder. She moaned and stretched, bumping into a very warm, very hard wall of muscle. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, and she smiled.
"Good morning, Bryant,” she whispered.
"Good morning, babe."
With a sigh, she turned and met his sexy bedroom eyes. Oh no! What time is it? She fumbled for her watch.
"What's the matter?"
"I was supposed to meet Morgan to share breakfast."
"She came by while you were snoring. She saw me, and backed out of here before I could say anything."
"I do not snore!” Sheila blushed.
He grinned. “No, you don't. But I love seeing you blush."
She went to turn away, but he cupped her face and kissed her deeply, stealing her breath. Finally, he pulled back. He met and held her gaze with his pale blue eyes. Eyes that reminded her of Will.
Blinking away that thought, she leaned back and looked at him in the light of the day. He was still here. Why?
"Babe.” His voice was husky as he nuzzled her neck, one hand grabbing her breast and squeezing it.
Sheila gasped and arched her back. That tingling in her stomach started again, and her juices began to pool between her thighs even before his finger stroked her clit. He seemed to know exactly what she needed and when.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she drew in a deep shuttering breath and tried to push him away. He kissed his way from her shoulder to her breast and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Bryant.” His name came out as a sigh instead of the command she'd been aiming for. She tried again, “Bryant. I have to get ready for my brother's handfasting."
"In a minute,” he said between kisses he trailed down her stomach.
Sheila stiffened.
"You aren't a morning person, are you?” he asked as he slid a finger into her canal.
"Bryant!” she gasped as her inner muscles tightened.
"You were ready for another round until you heard that Morgan caught us. Are you feeling inhibited now?"
"No.” Sheila shook her head.
"Good. Turn around and get on your knees."
Sheila blinked and stared down at him.
"Come on, babe. As you said, we haven't got all day."
He winked at her, his mouth curved in a smile revealing a dimple. Damn, he's sexy.
Without wasting any more time, Sheila turned over and got on her hands and knees. Bryant grabbed her hips, and tugged her ass higher in the air.
"I don't think—"
"Shhh, then don't."
Sheila hesitated, confused at first, then overwhelmed with desire as he slid the tip of his cock down her ass and pressed against her entrance. Moaning, she pressed back against him, remembering the way he'd pleasured her last night and wanting more. He ran his hands up her sides, sending shivers up her spine. Bryant tugged her higher and repositioned himself so the tip of his shaft rubbed against her clit. She moaned and fisted her hands in the blanket as she leaned lower against the bed, offering more of herself to him.
"That's it, babe. Enjoy it. You're so damn sexy."
He growled as he slid into her canal. Sheila cried out and pushed against him, drawing him in even deeper. He began to moan and slam in and out of her so fast, hard and deep that the sensations overwhelmed her and she exploded before she even knew she was on the verge of coming. Her muscles milked him as aftershocks rumbled through her body.
Bryant collapsed on top of her and kissed her neck. Sheila didn't think she'd be able to move again. At least not for a while. A long while.
* * * *
"Are you okay, Sheila?"
Bryant looked at her with worry in his expression. How did he know she was upset? Were they that in tune?
Her brother's handfasting ceremony was nearly over. She'd schemed to get Jack married, but now she'd never felt more alone in her life. Maybe that was why Bryant had rocked her world last night, and also why she was so reluctant to get rid of him today.
"I'm fine. Weddings always make me emotional."
"They always did."
Sheila paused and turned to look at the man sitting next to her. “Yeah, like you would know.” She blew out an irritated breath, more at herself than him, but let him interpret it however he wanted.
Was that disappointment that darkened his gaze? “Yes. It has been a while, but I've never been able to forget you."
"What do you mean?"
Sheila swallowed, and shifted on her seat as a shadow passed over her, chilling her to the bone. Shivering, she pulled her shawl closer. How was it that he knew her, but she didn't know him? And how was he making desire stir in the pit of her belly?
"I was a roommate of Jack's in college. He brought several of us home one time for your parents’ renewal of their vows."
Sheila's breath caught in her throat. Oh sweet merciful heaven. William Stewart. He'd found her in the library bawling her eyes out, and one thing had led to another ... Will! This couldn't be Will. The hair is the wrong color. Will hadn't been muscular, and Bryant is. And the name ... Oh, Goddess. She was stupid. Bryant was his Wiccan name.
"From that blush, can I assume that you do remember me? Although it does appear you make a habit of sleeping with your brother's friends."
Sheila gasped and slapped him. Pain and electricity danced up her arm.
Cheering erupted around them, and Sheila realized Jake and Morgan were kissing. As she glanced around, she noticed a lot of other people also kissing. Perhaps the ceremony was over. She would pack her bags and flee. This was worse than a nightmare.
"Okay, I guess I deserved that one,” he said as he rubbed his cheek.
"Damn straight!"
Sheila stood up and fled as Jake led his new wife over to a round table. Before she could reach their table to give an excuse for leaving, large warm fingers closed around her wrist and halted her movement. She tried to yank free, but he tugged her back so she was pressed up against his chest. Her body shivered in pleasure that she tried to fight. He'd known who she was all along. He'd lied to her. Her heart clenched, and she tried to break free.
"I'm sorry. I was angry when you didn't recognize me. I had hoped you wouldn't forget your first lover."
"Shh!” Sheila hissed. “Keep your voice down, damn it!"
"I'm sorry, again.” He gave her a wry smile as he dragged her into the shade of a large oak tree.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not letting you get away from me this time."
"What the hell are you talking about? You're the one who left me. I was younger and didn't know that was how things worked. I was devastated, but you did teach me an invaluable lesson.” Sheila shoved against his chest, ignoring the flames of desire that heated her belly. How could she want him?
"Oh yeah? And what was that?"
"Never to fall in lo
ve with anyone you fuck."
"You sound so cynical. Just how many men have you never fallen in love with?” he asked as he leaned closer.
"I'm not the type to kiss and tell."
"Talk no, but you did a hell of a lot of screaming and moaning last night, babe."
Sheila screamed, and swung at him with the palm of her hand. He caught her easily and pinned her hand behind her back. When she swung the other one, he caught it and held it with his other hand.
"Why didn't you tell me who you were?"
"I wanted to see if you would give me a second chance."
"Second chance? You egotistical prick!” She tried to kick him, but he leaned close, her back digging into the bark of the tree while his hard shaft dug into her belly. He still wanted her. No, he still desired her.
"I've never forgotten you,” he whispered.
"You're the one who left without so much as a goodbye!” Sheila clenched her fists at her side to keep from striking him again. It wouldn't hurt him anyway.
"Didn't Jack explain why I left?"
Sheila looked up in surprise. “Why would Jack need to explain anything? He had no clue you were fucking his little sister."
"It was more than that, and you know it. Is that why you haven't married? Jack said you never date a man longer than a month. Most of them don't last half that long."
"It's none of your damned business."
"My father died. I had to go home. In fact, I became so busy with finishing school and taking over the family business, I didn't have time to pursue other relationships. I had asked Jack to tell you. Then when I was finally able to start dating again, you were seeing Tod, and then Greg, and then guy after guy after guy."
"He told me about your father, but by then, I still hadn't heard from you."
"I did call you, but you refused to talk to me."
"Well why would I have wanted to listen to your excuses after over a year had passed?"
"Because I love you. I fell in love with you then, and I love you even more now. You've grown into such a spunky, sexy woman. I know Jack is proud of you and all you've accomplished. He'll tell you that I've never stopped asking about you."
Sheila shook her head as her thoughts jumbled in her mind. She'd thought she was just cutting loose, letting go for one night. One night where she could be free to do whatever she wanted before returning to the real world where things would return to the boring reality she'd become accustomed to.
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