Naughty & Nice

by J. S. Scott

  It began again. Their tongues dueled, their arms entwined. She moaned softly into his mouth, and he gripped her butt tighter, lifting her into him. She pressed against him, and started undulating against him.

  He ran his hand up the curve of her waist and landed on a tight little nipple. He rubbed it over her dress and when he did, she gasped into his mouth and their kiss became wilder, wetter. He shoved her dress down and took her small, pale, naked breast into his hand. He squeezed her nipple between his fingers, pulling at her, twisting her flesh until she was panted and pushing against him almost violently.

  She broke her mouth free for oxygen and he spoke. "Come for me, babe. Give it to me."

  He pushed his mouth back on hers and drank deeply from her while his fist clenched her butt rhythmically and his fingers caressed her breast.

  Elaina's mind was numb and sheer pleasure took over her body. She pushed against him, needing it, needing him.

  His hand left her butt and came around and pushed her dress up and out of his way. Sinking one long finger into the top of her panties, he landed on her glistening clit and began rubbing, swirling his finger over it.

  In seconds, she was mewling in his mouth and coming hard in his arms.

  He held her tight, as pleasure beyond any pleasure she had ever known hit her body full force. She splintered completely as the orgasm ran through her.

  Her mouth fell from his and her head fell to his neck where she took huge, gasping breaths of air while she slowly came down.

  His hands slowly fell from her sweet spots and his arms enclosed her completely. He held her tightly as his large body shook, trying to regain control.

  His breathing finally slowed, and he rasped against her ear, "That's mine. That's what's mine. All of it, Elaina. Nobody gets your orgasms but me. Every one of them, they belong to me."

  She hung her head against him, completely depleted of energy. God, yes. If he could make her feel like that, he could have them all.

  Chapter Eight

  An hour later, Raul leaned against the living room wall next to Brian and vaguely listened to his friend talk while he concentrated on Elaina across the crowded room.

  She stood with a group of women that included Janie and another young woman from town who was holding a baby cuddled to her chest. He watched as Elaina and Janie cooed softly to the baby and talked to the young mother.

  Every so often, Elaina's eyes would fall on him and he would see a soft blush encompass her face.

  He had a sudden vision of her holding a baby, cuddling it, nursing it. His baby.

  Fierce possession ran through his blood.

  The only thing calming him down and holding him in place was the memory of her shimmering in his arms as orgasm took over her body. It continued to play over and over in his head.

  Brian's voice droned on beside him as he too, watched the women. "It's good to see Janie so happy again. She and Elaina went through hell, man. Janie losing her only sister like that--I can't even imagine. She was ten years older than Janie, and Janie relied on her pretty much completely in an emotional sense. And poor little Elaina. She took on the brunt of the care for her mother. Three and a half years of it. She went from picking up her high school diploma, to full-fledged caregiver."

  Raul felt something splinter in his brain as he turned his head to look fully into Brian's face.

  "Three and a half years?" It was all Raul could get out, and his flat voice was in no way indicative of the confusion tearing him up inside.

  "Yeah, man. It was bad. Janie wanted to give Elaina a birthday party last year on her twenty-first, but there was just no way at the time."

  Raul felt sucker-punched, but managed to ask another question, all the while reeling from the newly acquired information. "When did her mother die?"

  "Late July."

  "And then Elaina started college?" Raul knew his voice sounded empty, but it was the only way he could manage to hang onto the conversation at all without losing it completely. He felt his temper rise like volcanic pressure building inside of him, getting ready to blow.

  "Yeah, but she hates it, man. She's not going back."

  "And that's okay with you?"

  "Well, I think she should get an education, but Janie seems to think it's fine, so what the hell do I know?"

  "She can always go back when she decides what she wants to do," Raul tried for an even tone, feeling his fists clench the whole time.

  "Yeah, but for now she needs some time to heal. We never gave her that. We rushed her off to school in an attempt to get her life back on track. I feel damn guilty for that."

  "You couldn't have known. You did what you thought was best at the time," Raul responded in a gravelly voice.

  "Yeah," Brian agreed.

  "I thought she was still a teenager," Raul gritted out between his teeth, just as a loud ping ping ping of firecrackers went off outside.

  Brian straightened from his position next to Raul to go investigate the noise. "No, man," his eyes held Raul's in silent communication for a heartbeat. "She's twenty-two," he said in a somber voice before he turned and walked off.

  The back of Raul's head hit the wall and his eyes closed briefly before opening again and staring across the room at Elaina. Fury clouded his brain as he tried unsuccessfully to reason with himself. Yeah, it was a sad story. Yeah, she'd had it rough. Yeah, she was still young. But she had lied to him.

  He went over and over their past conversations in his head. Had she lied to him?

  He couldn't come up with shit.

  He didn't know the answer. But he suspected he knew. She'd kept her true age a secret from him.

  Why?

  He knew he needed the answer to that question. But for now, he couldn't seem to give a shit. He had only one thought blaring in his brain.

  She was twenty-two.

  And that meant he could have her.

  Now.

  ****

  Elaina stared at herself in the bathroom mirror as she washed her hands. The evening had been a complete blur after she'd had that incredible orgasm. Raul had been amazing, and he'd been watching her ever since like a cat that was just waiting to get the canary.

  Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened the door to slip back to the party.

  She stopped abruptly when she saw Raul leaning against the wall in the hallway, obviously waiting on her.

  Her pulse thundered in her ears.

  Her eyes held his in question as he reached out a hand and ran a gentle finger down her cheek. Her breath caught at the soft gesture.

  And then he opened his mouth.

  "You twenty-two years old?" his voice hissed out in a heated rush of anger.

  Shock held her immobile as he lifted his hand away from her face and moved back from her, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall again, tension pouring off his body in waves.

  She swallowed hard and knew she was trembling, but couldn't manage to get the constriction in her throat to go away.

  Her silence was evidently all the answer he needed.

  "Get your purse. And get a jacket, too. It's cold out," his menacing voice made the innocuous words sound like a threat.

  She licked her lips. This was it.

  She knew this was it. Raul was about to take her away from here, strip her naked and claim her virginity. Her body trembled. She was seriously about to lose her virginity. To Raul Vega.

  "Where--where are we going?" She asked the question anyway, even though she already knew the answer.

  "We're taking a drive."

  She closed her eyes as the defining moment washed over her.

  She slowly opened them and watched him leaning against the wall, waiting on her. "Are you mad at me?" She knew he was.

  "Yep," he answered succinctly.

  She shivered at his one-syllable response as a chill went through her, but she didn't budge from her spot in front of him. "I don't want to go, Raul. I've seen--I've seen you mad before, and I don't like it."
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br />   "I'm not going to hurt you." The frown line between his brows deepened, and he looked like he was trying to temper his voice. "Go on now and get your purse. I'm ready to leave."

  "Maybe you should go on without me. We can talk tomorrow." She tried to placate him with the suggestion.

  It didn't work.

  He pushed off the wall, prowled over to her, and crowded her back against the doorframe. Towering over her, he invaded her space and leaned his weight on his forearms, on either side of her head.

  He reached one hand down and lifted her chin up until her eyes were glued to his. Her breath became shaky. His voice was low but firm when he spoke. "We got shit to work out between us, Elaina. But it's all real simple. You either want me, or you don't."

  He held her chin as her breath came harder. She blinked up at him, but still didn't speak as she waited for him to continue.

  "As for me--I guess it's pretty damn obvious I want you. I've been wanting you bad since the night we met, five, six weeks ago." His thumb reached out and swept across her bottom lip. "I admit I've been an asshole a lot of that time, but that's 'cause I was trying to stay the hell away from you. I didn't like that--didn't like that shit at all. Now somewhere along the line, we had a miscommunication." His voice became acerbic. "See, I thought you were a teenager all this time. But you're not, are you?"

  His words stopped and he waited until she softly shook her head.

  "No, you're not," he agreed with her silent answer. "You're twenty-two now. Have I told you happy birthday yet?"

  Her head jerked up and down, just once.

  He continued, "Yeah, well, I think it's more like happy birthday to me. You know what I mean? Now, here's the deal. I've told you I'm not going to hurt you. We're just going to sail right past the age thing and continue on as we mean to go forward." His calloused thumb swiped across her lip again. "And I mean to go forward with you in my bed. All you have to do is decide if that's what you want, too. See what I mean? Very simple, baby."

  Elaina tried to get a grip on her emotional state, and to think calmly about what he was saying. Her nerves clanged silently in her eardrums. As much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn't. He was right. He was still pissed, but he was right. All she had to do was decide if she wanted him or not.

  It was really no decision at all. Or if it was, she'd already made it, unconsciously.

  She licked her lips, sucked in a sustaining breath and opened her mouth to speak. "I want you, Raul." She felt a vibration go through his body as he leaned in closer to her. "I know you're pissed at me. Maybe I deserve it, maybe I don't. But you need to remember a couple of things," she remonstrated as her voice grew stronger. "Yeah, I'm twenty-two. But you're still a shit-ton older than me. How old are you, anyway?"

  "Thirty," he gritted out between clenched teeth.

  "Yeah. Eight years older. So, okay, I'm not as young as you thought I was. But I didn't lie earlier. I'm still a virgin. That hasn't changed," she reminded him tartly, her words coming to a momentary halt as he gripped her more tightly. She looked down at his fingers fisted around her and then back to his face. "Yeah, so why don't you think on that for a bit and calm the hell down some while I go get my things."

  She pushed away from his arms and turned toward her bedroom.

  ****

  It was after midnight and since the party was beginning to break up anyway, it was relatively easy for Elaina to slip away. Janie had merely raised her eyebrows and nodded her head in acknowledgement of where Elaina would be when she had told her aunt she was leaving.

  Raul made quick work of ushering her out to his truck. Thick silence arced between them on the drive.

  He pulled the truck behind the house, and with a hand at the small of her back, led her through the darkened interior.

  Bright moonlight spilled in through the windows helping Elaina's vision adjust to the dimness surrounding her. Her legs trembled from the milestone about to occur. The heady knowledge of what was about to take place beat swiftly through her veins.

  She wanted it to happen.

  And she wanted it to happen with him.

  But beyond that, she wasn't willing to think.

  He slid his hand from her back and encapsulated her wrist as he moved in front of her, leading her through the kitchen and down a darkened hallway. He didn't speak, and he made no move to turn on any lights.

  She followed closely behind, the subtle scent of his skin and the virile magnetism of his hot, steely hand holding her in an uncompromising grip going to her head like a fine wine on an empty stomach. The blood beat hotly in her veins and she wondered if he could feel it where his fingers wrapped around her directly on her pulse point.

  He stopped abruptly and the forward motion of her body brought her stumbling into his back. She felt his corded strength, smelled the clean, potent masculinity that exuded from his lean, muscled body. It was the same masculinity that had fascinated her from the first time she got close to him. A thrill of frightened anticipation washed through her, a subtle excitement that she could have so completely attracted a man of his caliber. It seemed almost too much to take in, and the fact that in a matter of minutes, she would undoubtedly have Raul Vega hanging over her naked body, was enough to blow her mind.

  She quivered and tried to rein in her fragile control by remembering how much she wanted this, and reminding herself of how he had made her feel earlier when he held her out by the barn. She sucked in a small, shaky breath.

  He pushed open a door and moved through the threshold of what Elaina knew had to be his bedroom.

  In this room, as in the kitchen, the moonlight came in through the windows, illuminating the space around them just enough to cast a sensuous spell between them.

  He moved to the large bed that dominated the room, and sat down on the side, bringing her between his spread thighs. Her hands fell lightly to his shoulders and she felt his tensile strength under her fingertips.

  His palms began a smooth glide up and down her body, going from the outside of her thighs, over her hips, to the indent of her waist and back again. He dragged air deeply into his lungs, breaking the silence of the night.

  He made no move to deepen his caresses and she stood in front of him, her body shivering softly as she waited expectantly for his next move.

  Her breathing fractured from his nearness as she continued to wait. Helplessly, her body swayed toward his and she put her lips against his ear and softly kissed him. His body tightened against hers. The oxygen stalled in her lungs and she asked, "Why aren't you doing anything?"

  His hands gripped her hips more tightly and the air hissed from his lungs. "I'm fighting myself," he answered her with distinct mockery, cold sarcasm directed at himself. "As you so eloquently reminded me, you're a virgin and I'm still too damn old for you." He anchored her to him, his grasp restraining. "I keep telling myself not to start this, not to start something with you that you won't be able to handle." He sucked in a lungful of oxygen. "But it's not working. I'm losing the fight. You're standing sweet and compliant in my bedroom; I don't have the strength to do what I know I damn well should." He pushed her away from his body, but kept his fists manacled around her upper arms. He focused on her eyes watching him in the darkness of the room.

  "Why the change of heart?" she asked softly.

  "It's not a change of heart. I haven't changed my mind. I'm just trying to give you a fighting chance, baby."

  "What's got you so worried? You weren't worried before."

  He let out a sound of self-directed criticism. "All I could think about before was that I couldn't have you. Now I can and I'm worried you're gonna hate me afterwards--hold it against me."

  For the first time since she had known him, he was showing her a side of himself that wasn't one hundred percent confident. "Why? Why would I hate you?"

  "Because I'm not giving you a choice. I'm rushing you into bed--intimidating you to get what I want." He sucked in a breath and his shoulders tightened under her hands. "To
night I learned you've been through hell and back. And right now I'm finding out that I'm such a fucked-up bastard, that apparently, I don't give a shit."

  His hands clenched in a restraining hold that spoke eloquently of his intent to proceed.

  A tiny smile played around her mouth. "You're not a fucked-up bastard. I had a choice and I made it. I'm here, aren't I?"

  "You keep thinking that, sweetheart. You keep thinking you had a choice." He looked deeply in her eyes, gave her a layered look filled with conflicting emotions. "I don't think you understand how this is gonna play out. There's something about you--something that makes me lose control. I haven't even had you yet, but already I want the next time and the next time and the next time after that. This shit isn't going to just go away--you're addictive, baby."

  "But you're saying that you're willing to let me walk away right now? To drive me back to the house?"

  His jaw clenched and his lips flattened into a distinct snarl. "If I have to, yeah," the words rumbled from his chest with menacing heat.

  She ignored the threatening anger in his voice and focused on the content of his answer as she continued to beat the point home to him. "So you'd let me go if I thought it was the right thing for me?"

  "Yeah. I just said that." His words were as much an accusation as an agreement.

  "Why?" she questioned softly.

  "Why?" His eyebrows pulled down. "Because I want what's best for you," he spit out, giving her a brutal and accusing glare that was in direct opposition of the words he spoke. "I care about you. I want you to be happy."

  She nodded her head at his tortured clarification. It was really all she needed to hear. "I'm not going to hold anything against you. I want this, Raul."

  His hands moved and splayed over her butt as he hauled her closer. "Yeah?"

  "Yeah," she whispered.

  He tightened his grip with a steely, almost imperceptible nuance of threat. "Last chance."

  Chapter Nine

  "Pass," she murmured as her lips softly touched his.

  Raul felt her soft lips against his and let her magic roll through him. Never in his life had he felt a need this intense. It had been like this for every godforsaken day since he'd met her. It beat deep from his soul and he knew in dark exasperation that it would never go away.