His mouth suddenly covered her bared nipple, and she let out a cry that echoed over the empty lake. Two more fingers worked their way into her, their progress slow. She moaned as he slid his leg inside hers, widening her stance to help her accept him.
“Too much,” she panted.
“Better not be.” His words were ragged against her breast. “I’m bigger.”
Shock rippled through her. Were they really going to do this? A Wilson and a Long?
The world tilted as he lowered her to the ground, laying her flat on her back. Her hips lifted as he pulled her shorts off.
He groaned when he saw her panties. “Have mercy.”
Her thong was light blue, yet all was visible with the way his hand was shoved underneath it, stretching the delicate material. His fingers were still doing lewd and wonderful things to her.
“Still think we shouldn’t?” he whispered.
“I… I…” He expected her to think?
He tugged and tilted, and soon Cassidy found herself lying naked under the sun with her family’s longtime enemy crouched between her spread legs. Instinctively, she tried to hide herself, to pull her legs together.
She couldn’t. They couldn’t.
Rafer merely shook his head.
His eyes were sharp, his jaw hard. His hair swung forward as he leveraged himself over her, looking down into her face as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. The pinch was still there, but so was the pleasure. It swamped her, dimming her fear of what she was doing… quieting the questioning voices in her head…
“Let it happen,” he said.
He kissed her again, his body hovering above hers. It was a sensual kiss, one meant for indoors on a darkened night, not outside under the bold sunshine. It made Cassidy quake, and she reached for him. His lips followed the shivers, down her neck to her breasts.
She arched as his tongue dragged across her nipple.
“That’s right, Wilson. Let’s stop fighting.”
Chapter Two
His mouth laved at her breasts, licked across her stomach and nipped its way down her abdomen. Cassidy’s breaths came harder and faster as she clutched at his arms and shoulders. She stared at the sky, wondering how it could be so calm and lazy when her world was spinning out of control.
“This is wrong,” she insisted.
“No, it’s very, very right.”
Her hips pumped, eager now for the thick penetration he was giving her, deep and hard. Her clit was so sensitive she could barely stand the brush of the pad of his thumb, yet he kept returning, rubbing and pressing until her thighs were taut and burning.
“Come here, little trespasser.”
His muscles were as strong as they were sexy. When he lifted her and draped her thighs over his shoulders, she realized how gentle he’d been with her. A shiver of fear ran up her spine, making her shoulders dig into the prickly grass. The blades tugged at her hair, capturing her and emphasizing her exposure and helplessness.
“Don’t hurt me, Long.”
His looked down at her through the vee of her spread legs. His brow pulled together, and he looked almost angry. Finally, he shook his head. “Never. That’s not what this is about.”
When his head lowered, she believed him.
His tongue swept across her distended pussy lips, the bold stroke rasping against her nerve endings. She let out a sharp cry and twisted. His hands clamped down on her hips, keeping her still for his mouth. He licked her again, and she trembled so hard it shook them both. Splayed out as she was, Cassidy could do nothing but submit.
And the intimacy was shocking.
He took his time, learning what she liked and relishing the things that he did. Whenever she jerked or cried out, he went back for more, drawing out her pleasure. He had her lifted so high only her shoulders pressed against the ground. She spread her hands flat, curling her fingernails into the dirt to keep her balance.
He had her at his mercy.
And sweet mercy, he was taking advantage of it.
“Damn, you wreck me,” he said roughly.
His tongue licked and swirled. Dipped and teased. Yet when he began to suck and alternately plunge, Cassidy lost it. Her heels pressed into his back, and her neck arched. He didn’t slow down, and he didn’t let up. He ate at her harder, using his lips and teeth. He tongued her soft flesh until her pussy was squeezing and fluttering.
“Ooooh,” she moaned. “Oh God!”
She came. The orgasm just tackled her from out of the blue, sending her senses rolling. She felt Rafer’s fingers bite into her hips to keep her from bucking. Unable to stop herself, she pressed her pussy into his face, into the sensation that was destroying her. At long last, she toppled into completion.
Limp, she let herself drape across her enemy’s shoulders. He could have done anything to her in that moment. Anything and she wouldn’t have stopped him.
She heard the rasp of a zipper.
Felt his hands wrap around her hips again.
He lowered her down his body, keeping her legs lifted and pressed against his chest. Her eyes popped open when she felt the head of a thick, hot cock bump against her opening.
Rafer Long’s bright blue gaze was concentrated on her face. “My turn.”
He thrust, pushing in deep, spreading her wide. She arched hard, her calves grinding against on his strong shoulders. He’d warned her, but she hadn’t known… hadn’t dreamed…
“Ah!” It was the angle. He was delving in too deeply. She couldn’t take him this way.
Was this her punishment?
Panic rushed through her, and he stilled. Halfway inside her, he paused. His hands went to her breasts, molding and caressing her, pulling at her tight nipples.
Cassidy groaned, undulating, trying to work herself off his thick cock.
Or further on…
Soon, it wasn’t clear. Her body was working hard, her pussy clamping down on the invasion. Her breasts felt swollen and hot as he encouraged her, tempting her to do something she wasn’t sure she should.
Their gazes connected.
Suddenly, he pinched her nipples hard. The pain and electricity shot right down to her pussy, making her jolt. She surged upwards as he thrust forward… all the way… into her to the hilt.
She let out a cry of pleasure, her toes pointing straight.
He pulled back and pumped into her again.
Dark pleasure swirled. She shouldn’t feel like this. The man didn’t care for her. He hated all that was hers. She shouldn’t put herself in his hands like this.
Yet when his hands took her hips again and began to show her how to move, she took the tutelage quickly. Round and round he rolled her hips, grinding her tight sheath onto him. Holding her still, he plunged deep, pulled back and plunged again. With her legs tight against his ears, the fit was excruciatingly snug. Flesh dragged against wet flesh.
Cassidy’s second orgasm came rushing at her hard. Fast. “Rafer,” she gasped.
“Let it happen.”
He thrust. He fucked. He was right there with her.
“Oh… Oh!”
“Cassidy!”
Their bodies fought together, churning and rolling. When the pleasure crested, they arched. The sun beat down on them, drawing sweat out of their pores. Yet when they slowly slumped to the ground together, it was the soft wind that kissed their skin.
Cassidy felt boneless, sated and worried.
Rafer brushed a kiss against her temple. “Welcome to hell, angel. I think I’m going to have to charge you interest.”
* * * * *
Rafer had no idea what he was doing as he carried Cassidy up the steps of his deck. A Wilson. In his home. He didn’t know why he was letting it happen. He just knew he wasn’t ready to let her go.
He hadn’t intended for this to happen. He’d just wanted a kiss.
He should have known he wouldn’t be able to stop there.
She
was like a fire in his blood. Ever since she’d moved in next door, he hadn’t been able to get his mind off of her. She was so pretty, an angel’s face on a siren’s body. It was her gentle-natured personality, though, that had pushed him over the edge.
He’d wondered if all that sweetness was an act… If that buzzard of a grandfather of hers had put her in that house to drive him slowly insane. He still wondered about that, especially with the way she and her dog kept prancing around in front of him. Tempting and teasing him.
But she was sweet. No doubt about that now.
Her voice was music to his ears when she called his name, her perfume an enticement to his nose. But her taste… Her kisses were addictive, her hard little nipples a treat. And her pussy… He could feast on her all day long.
He couldn’t let her go now, not when he was afraid she’d never be back.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
Her dog ran into the house the moment he opened the back door, but Rafer didn’t care. He looked down at the woman he held as he crossed the threshold. She was naked in his arms, her pretty skin flushed pink. He felt his tired cock jump, not so tired after all. “I’m sick of the fighting.”
Her brown eyes narrowed. “We’re not fighting now?”
She had him there.
“I’m not sure,” he confessed.
He turned into his bedroom, and she looked around nervously. No whips or chains waited, yet her eyes were still full of suspicion when she looked at him again. That and wariness. He didn’t know how to allay her fear. He wasn’t certain about this himself. They were venturing into new territory here, but he wasn’t going to stop. He wanted her.
And he wanted her to want him.
He carried her to the bed and laid her upon the unmade sheets. Still shy, she pulled them over her nakedness. When she looked at him, it was through the dark fringe of her lashes. “My grandfather warned me you were the worst of the bunch.”
He paused as he pulled his shirt off his shoulders. “Yeah, well your grandfather is one self-righteous bastard.”
Her face fell, bright red slashes coloring her cheeks. With that, their tentative truce snapped. Rolling onto her side, she scooted for the far edge of the bed. Rafer kicked off his jeans and briefs and reached for her at the same time. He caught her around her waist and pulled her back to the center of the king-sized bed.
She lashed out at him, kicking wildly as he climbed aboard with her. “I knew you were up to something.”
With her still on her side, he caught her leg behind the knee and moved up close where she couldn’t strike him. Straddling her lower leg, he used his thigh to keep her upper leg bent. “What? Trying to seduce you? Hell, yeah. I’ll admit to that.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I… don’t know.” He hated the look of distrust in her eyes and the barely banked anger. He wasn’t using her. He was as caught up in this craziness as she was.
He shook his head slowly. “I really don’t.”
She tried to shift away again as he stroked her leg. Her thigh muscles were quivering as his fingers moved ever-closer to her exposed pussy. With his thigh blocking her leg, she couldn’t escape his touch. Couldn’t roll away.
Reaching down, she grabbed his wrist. Her fingernails bit, but when he touched her, she didn’t try to push him away. “Ah!”
He gently ran his finger along her slit. She was wet and plump. Hungry. Her pussy clamped down on his finger as he slid it inside her.
“Damn you,” she groaned as her hips rocked.
Easily, he hooked his arm under her thigh, lifting her leg up and opening her wider. He pumped his finger into her, adding another once she adjusted to the penetration. When he moved up closer, her head jerked off the pillow and her lips parted in muted shock.
Hard pleasure gripped him. She’d never taken a man this way, he could tell. She’d never taken a man the way he’d had her outside either.
And he liked that.
He liked being her first. He liked showing her the sensual delights they could share if they just stopped butting heads.
He lined his cock up, rubbing the tip against her wetness. He was full and hard again already, his balls drawn up tight. “You want me.”
“I shouldn’t.”
He pushed in a good inch, watching her opening expand to take him. She moaned and turned her face into the pillow.
“You’ve been taunting me for weeks.”
“Well, you’ve been doing everything you could to intimidate me,” she said, her voice higher, unsteady.
He paused. “What do you mean?”
“You watch me.”
A shiver ran over his skin, and he leaned down close so his lips brushed her ear. “Because you want me to. Wear the pink bikini for me again tomorrow, and I’ll watch you hard.”
She closed her eyes, but groaned when his cock burrowed in further.
He traced the delicate shell of her ear with his nose. “You know which one I’m talking about… the one without the padding that shows off your pouty nipples.”
Her breath hitched. “You… I can’t… They only get that way when…”
She bit her lip.
He hooked her leg over his forearm and reached higher to cup her breast. “When I’m watching you?”
Her nipple poked into his palm, betraying her.
“You want me,” he repeated.
She bit her lip.
“You want me.” He pressed deeper, almost all the way in, and felt her pussy grip him tightly.
Yet she still wouldn’t give in.
Rafer waited with his heart pounding in his chest and his pulse throbbing in his temples. She’d been toying with him for weeks, teasing him with a glimpse here and a seductive move there. Subconscious or not, she’d been trying to lure him in.
But damn it, he wanted her conscious of her actions now. Conscious of her feelings. He needed her to admit them to herself. More so, he needed her to admit them to him.
Yet as hard as she was breathing, she kept her face buried in the pillow.
His chest felt heavy.
“Okay.” Gritting his teeth, he slowly began to pull out. The glide was wet and snug. If anything, her pussy held him tighter, trying to keep him where he was. He’d almost pulled free when she moaned.
“Noooo.”
He stopped. “You want it? You want me? A Long?”
“Yes.”
His heart jumped at her desperate confession. He thrust back into her, finally completing the connection, and she cried out in pleasure. Her hands fisted into the pillow, the sheets, or whatever she could find as Rafer held himself deep.
When she settled, he braced himself on one arm and began to rock his hips back and forth. He found a slow, deep rhythm he could keep up for a long, long time. He wanted her to feel him, to not get caught up in the raging firestorm that had burned them both the first time. He wanted her to know just who was fucking her, who was making her feel good.
And realize he wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
He lifted her leg higher, drawing her knee towards her chest. His fingers toyed with her nipples, giving them both the treatment they needed to keep them puckered and pink. Nosing aside a soft curl of hair, he whispered in her ear. “You make me want, too, little trespasser.”
Her fingers curled into the pillow.
“I love the way you look, so I watch you. I crave for you to talk to me, so I antagonize you until I can hear that sweet voice.” He nipped at her earlobe, and she shivered. “But now I know how you feel.”
He buried his cock deep. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop touching you.”
She made a strained sound, but then turned her head and met him mouth-to-mouth. The kiss rocked Rafer all the way to his toes. He felt the last of her resistance drain out of her body, and satisfaction coursed through him.
Still, he kept his thrusts measured, going only as deep a
s she liked…deeper in increments as she adjusted to the position…harder as she started to clutch at him. Breathing heavily, he whispered into her ear. He told her sensual things, dirty things…
When she came, her entire body clenched. Her eyes closed tightly, and her nipples beaded hard. Her legs closed as her pussy clamped around him.
He shut his eyes, holding on as she shook. When the storm passed, it took over him. Turning her onto her knees, he propped her hips up. Hard and deep, he pumped into her, taking her doggy style. The position let him go deeper than he’d been all day. He wanted to go as deep as her soul.
“Ah, Rafer!” Moaning, her body flexed, pushing back towards him. “You are the devil.”
He stroked his hands over her tight buttocks and up the straight line of her spine. When he wrapped himself around her, he finished it hard and fast. The orgasm knocked them both senseless and, together, they tumbled onto the mattress.
The utter completion drained Rafer of any remaining anger, resentment or suspicion he had. Only one thought was in his mind as sleep took him under its gentle wing. If this was hell, he was going to be first in line to pay the ferryman.
Chapter Three
Much, much later, when Rafer woke up, Cassidy was still in his arms. His body spooned hers from behind, and his arm was wrapped around her possessively. Her hand covered his on her stomach, and her head lay on his pillow.
She was awake, he could tell. But if she’d tried to leave, she hadn’t tried very hard.
It made him relax for the first time all day. He’d been wound up, waiting for her to come visit, and then stressed she’d leave before he was ready. He sank into the mattress, soaking up the feel of her body against his. And she let him. They lay that way for a long while, comfortable in each other’s presence for the first time. The constant tension had eased and become something different. Needs had been slaked. Desires had been fulfilled. They’d return soon, stronger than ever, but for the moment the lull was peaceful.
“Why does your family hate mine so much?”
The question was quiet in the sunlit room. Quiet in the manner of an atomic bomb.
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