She whimpered and tried to pull away as he took the touches deeper, pushing his finger completely inside her butt, pulling it out, thrusting in again. He was stretching her and it hurt, but at the same time, it felt as though his touch made a fire spread through her, a fire that threatened to consume her. She whimpered and rocked her hips back and forth, holding the madly vibrating pocket rocket against her clit, rocking back to meet his touch, but then away before he could take it any deeper.
His hand on her hip tightened and he growled warningly, “Be still.” Then he added a second finger and she screamed, startled and unprepared. He pushed both fingers inside her and rotated.
“Brian, stop it…please. Oh shit, it hurts,” she pleaded. And it did, but at the same time she pushed back against him, riding his hand, trying to take more.
“My dick is bigger than my fingers, baby. We need to loosen you up before I fuck your ass,” he said. “Look at you—it might hurt you some, but you love it, don’t you? Look at you riding my hand. I bet you’re wet too.” He let go of her hip and shifted around so that she was kneeling between his thighs. He reached down and took the pocket rocket away so he could cup his hand over her mound. “Oh, yeah,” he muttered, his voice a harsh, husky growl. “You’re wet.” Using his other hand, he pushed two fingers into her pussy and the double penetration had her arching up and convulsing in his arms. Then he started to circle his thumb around her clit—slow, teasingly light touches.
She is so damn sexy, so hot and wild, Brian thought, just a little dazed as he stared down at her. She had her head thrown back, all that wild, sun-streaked hair spilling around her shoulders. Her ass was tight, even tighter than her pussy and he wondered if he’d die of heart failure before he got half his length inside her. Impatient and aching, he craned his head and kissed her lips, pushing his tongue deep inside. So damn greedy for her taste, for her—all of her. “Tell me what you want,” he muttered against her lips. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she groaned. She rocked her hips back and forth, a mad little shimmy that was doing dangerous things to his self-control. Is she going to ride my cock like that? he wondered. His heart would fail, he suspected.
“Want me where?” he demanded, twisting his wrist as he screwed his fingers into the tight satin of her ass. “Here?”
“Yes…” she arched her back, her eyes going wide, her mouth forming a soft O when he pushed just a little deeper inside. “There, please, yes, there…”
“Say it,” he muttered against her neck. “Tell me what you want me to do…and where.”
Too far gone to care, she begged him, “Fuck my ass, please…oh, yeah…hmmm…” He pulled his hand away and she whimpered in disappointment.
That sound had hot, male satisfaction pouring through him and if he hadn’t been in such agony, he could have stayed there, using his fingers to tease her into orgasm. But the first time she came from anal sex, he wanted it to be with his cock inside her and not his fingers. “Get the pocket rocket,” he ordered as he reached for more lubricant, slicking it all over his cock and then around the pink rosette between the cheeks of her ass.
Tight and small, it held his attention raptly as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against it. It didn’t seem possible that something so little could stretch to take him but she did. Minute tremors shook her entire body and he could hear the small, distressed sounds she muffled against the mattress as he forged his way through the tight, untried tissues.
She screamed abruptly as the head of his cock pushed through the ring of muscle just inside. “Stop!” she whimpered, the edge of real terror and pain coloring her voice, but Brian was prepared for it.
“This is always the worst, Jaynie,” he said, stroking one hand soothingly down the curve of her hip and then reaching below her. She held the pocket rocket clutched in her fist and he guided it back to her clit.
“Then stop it, damn it.” Her voice was husky, thick with tears, but when the pocket rocket touched her clit again, he heard a soft, catchy little breath.
“Trust me,” he crooned, splaying his hands low on her back and stilling the frantic, writhing rhythm of her hips. He held her still and steady as he pushed deeper, deeper…then he withdrew a fraction.
“Brian, stop. Damn you, it hu—”
Her words broke off into a sharp, high-pitched scream of ecstasy as he surged forward, deep and slow. He followed each deep thrust with a teasingly slow withdrawal and soon she was rocking back to meet his thrusts. “Still want me to stop?” he panted.
“Don’t you dare.” Her spine bowed forward into the bed, her hair hiding her face, but he didn’t need to see her expression to know she liked it, to know she wanted more. He could feel it in the way she clenched around him, the way she moaned deep and rough in her throat. She was stretched tightly around him, so tight, and when he surged forward, she rocked back, taking all of him inside.
It was the sexiest, most erotic image he’d ever seen in his life—cute little Jaynie bent over before him, her pretty ass up in the air as he shafted her long, hard and slow. He slid a hand up her back and brushed her hair aside, burying his fist in the strands and then using his hold on her to bring her back to him. When he had her back pressed against his front, he craned her chin around and took her mouth, kissing her deeply. Her let go of her hair, cupped one plump, full breast in his hand and squeezed a pink, pert nipple.
If he could have made it last forever, Brian would have done just that. But already, he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Letting go of her breast, he slid his hand down her center until he could touch her clit. He pushed the pocket rocket out of the way and muttered in her ear, “When you come, it’s going to be from me…”
She keened out his name as he started to circle his fingers around the tight, erect little bud—quick, firm strokes that had her panting and trembling against him. He could feel her orgasm coming on her and he waited until she started to come before he stopped stroking her clit. Sliding his hands along her thighs, he cupped her knees and lifted them up…up…up until all of her weight was centered right where he was fucking her.
His cock swelled inside her, Jaynie could feel it. He felt huge and throbbing inside her and even though she was still struggling to breathe from her last climax, she could feel another one overtaking her.
The sheer carnality of it overwhelmed her—his hands and cock the only things supporting her weight as he shafted her ass, his hips arching up to push his length deep inside. Dazed, she turned her head and saw their reflections in the oval mirror that hung over her dresser. His hands were dark against the soft tan of her skin. Her breasts were flushed, the nipples pink and swollen. She could see his face, his gaze boring into hers in the mirror. He lifted her up and she could see the thick stalk of flesh, just a flash, before he lowered her back down.
That was all she needed—the sight of how the two of them looked in that moment was all she needed and she came again, came harder than she had ever come before, the convulsions racking her entire body as wave after wave of pleasure battered her from the inside.
He bucked against her, growled out her name and came. His fingers dug into her hips and pressed her tight against him. He ground his hips into her, as though he could force himself even deeper inside her body as he came, as though he needed to be even closer than he already was.
And then it was over. His arms came around her body and he gently eased her up. But he didn’t let her go. Instead, he lay down and pulled her back against him. She could feel the sticky, wet length of his cock pressed against her back. His hand came up, pressed against her belly. “Did I hurt you?” he murmured against her ear.
She started to say no, but then stopped. “A little. Yeah. But I loved it.”
He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple gently. “Good, because there is no way I’m not going to have that again.”
And again…and again…he thought. But Brian kept that to himself for now. Jaynie didn’t realize it yet, but she
was his. He was keeping her.
* * * * *
“You need a bigger bathtub,” Brian complained as he lowered Jaynie into the steaming hot bath.
“Tell my landlord,” she muttered. She lifted her lashes long enough to smirk at him. “Maybe he’d get me a new one if I traded him sexual favors.”
Brian crouched beside her and reached for the mesh sponge that hung on a hook beside the tub. “Could be. But you’d have to agree to do it for a very, very long time.” He soaped up the sponge and then ran it over her breasts, down her belly, passing oh-so gently between her thighs before moving on to her legs.
Jaynie made a soft little humming sound under her breath. “If I get treatment like this after those sexual favors, I think I could agree to it.”
He bent his head and whispered, “Considering that all I want to do is fuck you again as soon as I’m done, that’s a possibility.” He dropped the sponge and cupped her face in his hand, turning her head so he could kiss her. “I want you nice and clean…everywhere…” He grabbed the sponge again and pushed it between her thighs, stroking it back and forth until she started to rock up to meet him. Then he let it go and pushed his fingers inside her sex. “Especially here.”
“Why there?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“Because we had dinner earlier. But now I’m ready for dessert.” He grinned as he said it, watching the pink blush that crept up her cheeks. “I love the way you blush for me.”
She brought her hands up, embarrassed, and tried to cover her face but he caught her wrists. Soapy water dripped down from his hands as he pulled her forward, urging her arms around his neck. His kiss was gentle, oddly tender and when he pulled back to stare at her, Jaynie felt a queer ache settle around her heart. His voice was gruff as he said, “You stay there and soak for a while. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Where are you going?”
He caught her hand and kissed it. “To the house for a few minutes. I want to make love to you again, but I need a shower first and you need to soak for a little while.”
* * * * *
Even though she had soaked in the tub a good thirty minutes the night before, Jaynie woke up the next morning so sore and stiff she could hardly move. Brian had been good to his word, returning to the bathroom with his hair still damp from the shower. He had drained the tub and when she started to stand, he picked her up. He’d dried her off and then grabbed a bottle of body oil and carried her to bed. After massaging her from her neck to her feet with the sweet-scented oil, he had made love to her, touched her so gently and slowly and brought her to peak time and again, his eyes rapt on her face as though she was the most amazing woman he’d ever touched.
And all night, he’d held her.
But he wasn’t in the bed now. She rolled onto her side and stroked the bed beside her where he had lain all night. Something was changing. She didn’t know when it had started for her—maybe it had been that night four months ago, or maybe it had even been before that. Maybe it had just started last night, but she knew she couldn’t put Brian back in the nice little place he had previously occupied in her life.
He was no longer just her partner at work, or her best friend’s cute older brother.
He was her lover. In the truest sense of the word too. Even Dean, after she’d been with him for so long, hadn’t seemed to understand her or take the time to pleasure her like Brian had. He watched her closely, as though measuring each reaction and filing it away for future reference. When he saw that she liked something, he made sure he did it, and often.
She heard the front door unlock and she rolled onto her back in time to see him come into the bedroom. He paused when he saw that she was awake then he smiled and held up a big white box. “I went by Lisette’s,” he said, mentioning a little local spot down on Highway 180. Lisette was a transplant from Louisiana and she made the best beignets and pralines. On the weekends she opened for supper and a meal there was like ambrosia.
“Hmmm, gimme,” Jaynie said, sitting up and tucking the sheet around her breasts. But Brian held the box over his head, a grin on his lips. “Lose the sheet.”
A faint grin appeared on her face. “Pervert,” she said. But she dropped the sheet.
“Damn straight.” He lifted the lid and took out a beignet dusted with powdered sugar. Brian held it out to her and after she took it, he laid the box on top of her battered dresser. Glancing at his sugar-coated fingers, Brian looked at Jaynie with a sly grin on his lips. “Being the pervert I am…” He flopped down on the bed. When he touched his fingertips to her nipple, coating it with the powdered sugar from his fingers, Jaynie shivered.
Heat stirred in her belly but she slapped his hand away. “Let me eat. Hungry.” Her belly rumbled in agreement and Brian groaned, rolling away.
“You’re cruel.”
“No. Just hungry,” she said, her mouth full. She polished off the beignet and then rolled out of bed and walked naked over to the box. She carried it back to bed and settled down in the middle of the tangled sheets.
“You’re going to get crumbs and sugar all over the bed,” Brian said with a grin.
“Just sheets. They’ll wash. Laundry day anyway.” Then she wrinkled her nose and added, “After last night, they need to be washed.” Saturday was laundry day, unless she had a shift at the hospital—or something else, like oh…say a wedding. Thinking of that, she looked up at Brian with a frown. “You know, you don’t need to go with me to the wedding.”
Brian laced his hands behind his head. His gaze slanted her way and he stared at her. His eyes were shuttered, unreadable and his voice wasn’t any easier to read. “Are you still going?”
Jaynie didn’t answer right away. Licking the powdered sugar off her fingers killed about thirty seconds, but she still couldn’t come up with a short explanation. “I have to, Brian. I don’t know why. I just know that I have to go.”
“Then I’m going.”
“Why?” she asked with a shake of her head. “You don’t give a damn about Dean. You’ve never been able to stand him.”
“Not going for him. No more than you are,” Brian said. He pushed up onto his elbow and peered into the box. He selected the biggest beignet left in the box and took a bite. “I’m going for you.” He polished the beignet off in three big bites and then he picked out another one.
“I can handle a wedding,” Jaynie said. Then she ducked her head and added self-consciously, “But I’m not really looking forward to it.”
“If you don’t want to go, then why go?” He took out another beignet and offered it to her, but Jaynie shook her head.
“No more sugar.” Definitely no more sugar. Her system was already buzzing from the two beignets and she hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet. “Because I have to. They sent me that damn invite for a reason. Kit did it just to poke at me, but Dean was trying to hurt me. I don’t know if they think I’ll come or not, but I’m going. I’m going to walk in there, watch them get married and I’m going to dance at the reception. I’ll have a good time if it kills me.”
Brian leaned forward on his elbow and brushed his lips down her knee. “I can help you with that.”
Her hair fell into her face as she smiled down at him. She tucked it back behind her ear, forgetting about her sticky fingers. She touched them to his lips and he reached up, caught her wrist and held it as he sucked her finger into his mouth. His lids drooped low. Staring at him, she felt her heart melt a little.
Brian couldn’t stand Dean. He’d never liked him and as often as possible, he had avoided contact with the other man. “Does that mean you’re going to wear a suit?” She pulled her hand away from him and rolled out of bed before she ended up doing something really stupid. Like letting him see just how sappy he was making her feel.
Still lying on the bed, Brian scowled. “Do I have to?”
“It’s a wedding,” she answered. “You can’t go in your jeans or your scrubs.”
“What are you wearing?”
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nbsp; She rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m not going in my scrubs either.” She jerked a thumb toward the closet door and the peach dress that was hanging on the outside of it. “That.”
He glanced at the dress and then at her, a hot, wicked grin on his lips. “Tell you what. I’ll wear a suit if you wear that…without panties.”
“You want me to go to a wedding without panties?”
Jaynie spun on her heel and made her way into the bathroom, shaking her head. “There’s no way I’m going to a wedding without panties.”
Brian smiled. “Relax. You got a week or two to get used to the idea.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“I can’t believe I’m going to this damn wedding without panties,” Jaynie swore, glaring at Brian’s reflection in the mirror.
He’d shown up at her door wearing a shirt that was only a few shades darker than her dress, a tie with an abstract print that had shades of jade and peach in it, and the jacket to one very nice suit thrown over his shoulder. He had left the jacket on the couch as he led her back into the bedroom and slid his hands under the skirt.
“Get used to it,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder and holding her gaze as he slid his hands over her hips. They continued to stare at each other as he lifted her skirt, gathering the loose material in his hands, lifting it higher and higher until he had bared the skimpy swath of silk held together at each hip by a skinny string. “Hmmmm…pretty,” he whispered. He trailed his fingers down over the silk. Brian hooked his thumbs under the strings at her hips and tugged the panties down until they fell to her feet. Jaynie stepped out of them and Brian bent over, grabbed the underwear and straightened, holding her gaze as he tucked them inside his pocket.
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