Mistake (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Allyson Young

  “All right. You win.” She bit the words out between gulps of air.

  “No, Jenna. We both win, sweetheart. And I promise you we’ll make it work.”

  Using his thumb to caress the red, thrusting knot of nerves at the top of her slit, he timed his ministrations to her G-spot and worked his thumb and forefinger into her ass until he could push no deeper, and scissored them, stretching her wide. The arching of her body nearly dislodged him, her mouth fell open to emit a trembling cry and he pressed hard on her clit to keep her in the throes of a powerful climax, her reward. When she ceased to clench so hard his digits felt numb, he eased the pressure off and carefully pulled out of her, first her pussy, then her ass. Jenna whimpered, her face lax and eyes shut.

  Sliding back to allow her to settle onto the couch, he stood and flipped the comforter over her cooling, trembling body. He needed to hold her but wanted to clean up first. It took a couple of moments in her ensuite to do so, and he soaked a cloth in warm water and grabbed a towel before returning to her. She lay as he left her, and he carefully drew back the cover. Her knees were still drawn up, but pressed together and tilted into the back of the couch. Her hands were still above her head. Fuck, he loved her.

  Inserting a hand between her knees he pushed them apart and used the warm cloth to clean her, then dried her off. She laid there, lips slightly upturned, hair a tangled, sweaty mess around her beautiful face, not moving an iota. He pressed her legs down and massaged the muscles, noting when she processed the change in position as the blood flow returned. He did the same thing to her arms, rubbing her biceps, carefully kneading the base of her neck where it met her shoulders, while avoiding the bandages at her throat. Finally, he made himself look at the mark on her shoulder—an oddly stylized letter—B. B for Baker? He couldn’t read the mind of a crazy man, but Bryce decided the faint scar Jenna would carry signified another name, his name. He set his mouth there and Jenna surged into him with such intensity he nearly fell from his perch on the couch, her arms wrapping around him as her body shook with her sobs.

  “Sweetheart,” he murmured, his brain catching up enough to mirror her embrace. “S’okay. It’s okay. What’s going on?”

  “He…he drew on me and then he kissed me there. You just took that awful memory away. I feel branded but by you.”

  Bryce was overwhelmed by what this woman afforded him—her absolute trust and whole self. He wouldn’t let her down again. “You want plastic surgery, we’ll get it done, sweetheart. But that letter is mine. I’m claiming it. Kind of weird for my future wife to have it, but I don’t give a shit what people think.”

  “It’ll heal and fade, Bryce. I heal fast and usually don’t scar. The EMT wouldn’t know that. I thought about it and it wasn’t bothering me so much as the way he set his seal, the prick. But you erased it.” She continued to hiccup as she shared.

  As her hold slackened and her sobs diminished, he said, “Feel up to dinner? There’s something in the oven.”

  “My friends put a casserole in for me and left me my space.”

  Bryce couldn’t hide a smile.

  “What?”

  “Your posse, and you’ll have to add Karen to the mix, by the way, accosted me in my own home and kicked my ass. Good thing, because I had my head so far up it—”

  “Bryce! If you don’t stop I’m going to extricate a promise from you, and you won’t like the way I do it.”

  “Will it involve delayed orgasms?”

  Jenna’s face suffused with color and she gave him a speaking glance. “If I get you tied down you’ll find out.”

  “Any tying will be done by me, sweetheart.”

  “We’ll see. Now, let me go so I can get dressed.”

  “I like you naked.”

  “Tough. I’m not eating naked.”

  “I like you naked.”

  “Bryce, get the food on the table and set it. I’m starved and need the bathroom. And I’m not eating naked.”

  He gave her that, because she was nearly back to being Jenna. Standing, he pulled her with him, but didn’t allow her to bring the comforter up, too. Drifting a hand over her breast he leaned to drop a kiss on her nose. “Hurry back.”

  He watched her swaying walk as she headed to the bedroom, the long line of her back above her fine ass, that mane of hair a wild tangle, and thought he’d never get tired of it, as long as she was coming back to him. He’d never make that mistake again.

  Chapter Nine

  Jenna was on her knees before him, her ass raised high, chest pressed into the mattress. Her face was veiled by her hair and he needed to see it so he stretched out an arm and swept the black curls away, tucking them behind her ear. Her lashes fluttered but her eyes didn’t open and from the way her ass tightened around his cock and how she rubbed her clit against his questing fingers he knew she was nearly there. She took to anal sex exactly as he’d hoped, allowing him to stretch her over the days following the incident with her ex, so she could take his cock there.

  They’d started out the evening with his promotion dinner. All the people who mattered to him were in attendance, Judith and Carla being the latest additions, neither of them escorted. His parents and brother were there, Alex with his usual blonde baggage on his arm—his brother favored blondes and changed them out often. He had no story like Bryce’s, just wasn’t ready to settle, or so he said, and Bryce figured Alex would fall freaking hard when he fell. Released from the military, Alex had gotten his PI ticket and Bryce figured they’d be crossing paths any number of times. And his brother’s first job would be to keep tabs on one Jason Baker, locked up in a federal psychiatric facility, medicated to a catatonic state. But one couldn’t be too careful.

  The evening had been excruciating until the speeches were over and Bryce could go back to being himself and not pretending he appreciated the largesse of his promotion. He’d be riding a desk with less time in the field. But then he’d be home more, too, and he and Jenna would start the adoption process as soon as they were married.

  He’d told Jenna he was taking her ass in celebration after the party, and they both contained their alcohol intake, not that she over-indulged except on rare occasions with her friends. And drunk sex with Jenna promised to be fucking hot, so he’d treasure those times, too. He watched the anticipation build within her as she contemplated what lay ahead in their bed later, her mouth a soft fullness and her eyes dreamy whenever she wasn’t engaged with someone in chatter, or listening to them. She sought his face throughout the evening and the little smile tipped in his direction made him fight against going hard amidst his friends and family.

  The thoughts flitted through his brain in a nanosecond as he thrust harder and deeper into her compressing back entrance, the very heat of her nearly scalding his cock. He’d made her ready, eating her pussy until she dripped honey, giving her tiny, teasing orgasms until she shuddered uncontrollably beneath him, all the while inserting lubed fingers, one after the other into her ass, stretching her. His free hand pinched and rolled her nipples as she protested and begged, her hands secured to the headboard with a length of soft, velvet rope. He’d left enough play to allow him to flip her over when he deduced she was ready, urging her to her knees and pressing her spine straight, chest lowered.

  Hands shaking, he’d doused himself with lube before notching his cockhead against her rosebud, telling her to relax and push back. As he popped through, the urge to ream her nearly overtook him, and he had no doubt she would have accommodated him, but this was her first time and he needed to make it perfect.

  Fighting his way inside, inch by inch, as he worked his hand beneath her to find her clit, her belly heated against his forearm, she’d spread her legs wide and his cock sank in to the hilt. The feel of her wet pussy against his sac had made him rethink an ass reaming. But he took it slow and easy, gently teasing her clit and Jenna’s relaxed form—he’d taught her to relax totally as he stretched her—tensed as she pushed back harder. A signal he didn’t misread.

>   “You okay?” he’d managed through gritted teeth, concentrating on not coming.

  Her response was muffled but succinct and he began to fuck, revelling in the sensation, cognizant of Jenna’s submission based on trust. Her release came quickly, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek in order to take her up again, using his weight and position to enforce his decision as she begged him to stop, that she couldn’t take it. Pushing her over again under the driving instruction of his cock and fingers, he let himself come with her, his cock pulsing so hard against the vise of her rectum that it made his spine ache with pleasure. Jenna screamed his name and it echoed around the room, punctuating the fall of this final boundary. Mine.

  Managing not to collapse on top of her, Bryce dragged his cock out, wincing as Jenna whimpered. He knew there was more discomfort as a result of his retreat and hustled to the bathroom where cloths rested in a basin of hot water—lukewarm now. He quickly washed up then took a cloth with him, grabbing the towel folded on the edge of the vanity.

  Jenna had toppled to her side, knees drawn up to her chest, her skin dewy with her efforts. In the glow of the two bedside lamps she looked almost beatific despite the wicked thing they’d done. He crouched behind her and coaxed one knee forward, giving him access to clean her and make her comfortable. She’d be a little sore in the morning but a bath and Epsom salts should take care of it.

  Wadding the cloth into the towel he dropped them onto the floor, knowing Jenna would be cross in the morning, but he’d make it up to her. He climbed in and gathered her to him.

  “Okay, sweetheart?”

  “Uh huh. Makes you the boss though.”

  Shit. “The boss?” he asked, carefully.

  “The boss. Like in ‘me man, you woman.’ I like it. Sometimes.”

  She got it. His Jenna got it. He didn’t need it all the time, but he liked mastering her and knowing she trusted him with her.

  “It was spectacular, honey. I’ll take care of your bottom tomorrow, too.”

  He felt her body shake and realized she was giggling. “What?”

  “Big, bad Bryce Meadows coddling a woman.”

  “I take care of what’s mine, Jenna.” It emerged on a growl and she instantly stopped laughing.

  Her body hitched in his arms and she turned over to peer up at him. “I have no doubt of that, Bryce. None whatsoever. And I’ll take you up on that offer because you aren’t exactly size small.”

  Placated, he rolled away to turn off his light and then back, to stretch over Jenna to turn off hers. He straightened the sheet and she snuggled into him. It wasn’t long before she became pliant and the soft sounds of her breathing deepened. He lay awake much longer, the events of the past couple of months coalescing into the inescapable fact that he’d lucked out despite his fuckups, his mistakes. His future rested in his arms, sated and asleep, safe and protected.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada, with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

  Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied—when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.

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