Damn him! He had ruined her for other men. The only two times she'd ever made it as far as bed with a man and it had to be the same one.
"Yeah well, I'm not done experimenting with other men. So if you'll excuse me, I need to go pick someone to partner me tonight.” She tried to get away from him again.
"Not so fast,” he said as he leaned close and kissed her neck. “Remember this?"
As he licked her neck, she remembered how he'd marked her last night. Hell he'd not only branded her with the hickey, but he'd given her orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm.
Sheila moaned and dropped her head back against the tree. So many sensations swirled in her stomach that she stopped fighting. When he kissed her this time, she melted against him. She stopped struggling. She liked feeling helpless under his sensual onslaught anyway. Arching her back against him, she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
"Yes, babe,” he whispered in her ear.
"Bryant.” She sighed and closed her eyes as he nipped at her earlobe. “Not here, they can see us."
"No one is looking. Besides, we could give them quite a show."
"I don't want them to watch."
"Babe, you are so beautiful when you come. Trust me, they would all be envying me."
"I can't—” She broke off when he squeezed her hands with one of his, and his free hand slid under her dress and cupped her mons.
"See, you're soaking wet, babe. You want it. You're turned on."
"It's you,” she moaned and arched into his touch.
He stroked her clit with his thumb, sending a delicious tingling down to her toes. Her breasts were already full and heavy, but as her nipples brushed against her cotton dress, her fluid dripped onto her thighs.
One of his fingers slipped into her core and her body contracted around it hungry for more pleasure. Sheila bit her lip, choking back the sounds of her pleasure.
"You think it's not proper, it's not right. But when I take away the choice, it frees you. You are dripping with sweet desire, Sheila. I want to taste you, but first..."
Bryant groaned and captured her mouth with his. He swallowed her cries as she rocked against his finger until she shuddered and screamed into his mouth while her muscles quivered around his fingers. She sagged against the tree.
"Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes as you tremble from your orgasm and your cum drenches my hand."
With a moan, Sheila opened her eyes and gazed at him, dazed. He was right, she had enjoyed it. Her protests had been weak, and he'd seen through them. And she was glad he had.
Someone moved in the clearing, and she glanced past Bryant. It didn't look as if anyone noticed, or if they did, they didn't care. There were a few couples kissing and stroking each other, and even Jack and Morgan were wrapped around each other. It must be the Beltane magic.
Bryant crooked his fingers deep inside her, and this time she moaned out loud. He pulled his fingers out and lifted them to his mouth. He sucked one finger into his mouth and slowly pulled it out. The sight was so erotic she had to look away before she jumped on top of him and demanded he take her now.
Trembling, Sheila tilted her head back and looked toward the others again. One man stood to the side with his blonde partner. She recognized him from the fire last night. He stared at Sheila and held her gaze while he ran his hands up and down the blonde's back. He tugged on her skirt, pulling it up to reveal a thin strip of black against her pale skin. He ran his finger under the material while the woman rubbed against him, unashamed of her actions.
"I didn't know Beltane was like this,” Sheila said as she looked back at Bryant. He'd seen the couple who had caught her interest.
"He watched you writhe and moan, Sheila. And when you came all over my hand, he kissed her like a starving man."
Sheila gasped. “You're lying. How could you see him? He's all the way over there."
"Babe.” Bryant spun them around so he was against the tree, and her back was to the festivities. “Now look."
Sheila looked over and saw that the angle was clearer from here.
"And look, I think he's getting off on you watching them."
She gasped and turned back to Bryant. Will. “I don't know what to call you."
"Bryant is my middle name, so I'll answer to it here and at home. And you are going home with me.” He tugged her up against his chest. “I love you, Sheila. I won't let you go until you promise to give me a chance to prove it."
Love? He loved her? She started to melt into his arms, stopping herself just before it was too late. She loved him too, she'd never stopped. Whatever it was about him just wouldn't let go of her. But let him think she'd give in that easily when she'd been hurting all these years? No way.
"I just don't know. I suppose I will give you that chance, but you better not blow it. And it better be worth it."
He growled and hugged her tightly. “It will definitely be worth it. Now let's finish what we started."
"Out here in the open?"
"I know you liked it, babe. But this time I want it to be just us.” He grabbed her hand and ran back to her tent. Sheila laughed as she scrambled to keep up. She knew one thing for sure. Life would never be dull.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
As far back as she can remember, Tina has been writing for fun but she always knew someday she would be a published author. Born and raised in the Boston area, Tina finds herself most at home on the East Coast. Despite that, she has also lived in Chicago and Wisconsin, and presently lives in rural Missouri with her husband and demanding cat, although two of the three of them dream of moving to the Northwest. After having worked at many jobs, including a mental health worker for a dozen years, she now has a day job as a substitute teacher, trying to put her college degree to some use reminding kids to strive for their goals. You can visit her at www.tinabendoni.com.
Michelle Hasker has been writing for two years. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA.
She loves vampires and things that go bump in the night, so it's no wonder her creations are truly paranormal. While most people only dream of finding love, Michelle's characters find it, but in the most unexpected places.
Michelle lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, four children, assorted animals, and overactive imagination.
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