Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1)

by Suzanne Halliday

  “Fuck,” he growled. Pushing a finger inside her, he whispered naughty words into her ear. “Wet. And on fire. I want your sweet taste on my tongue. Want to suck on your flesh until you’re blind with need. My tongue wants to fuck you Brynn. Make you come again and again.”

  What the hell was happening to her? She was shaking like a paper lantern in a wind storm and the sounds she was making made her feel wanton and desperate. Biting his shoulder, Brynn groaned and shimmied her ass encouraging him to finger her deep and hard.

  That was pretty much the thing that shattered whatever restraint he’d been exercising. Next thing she knew, he had her sprawled on the table, her jeans in a pile on the floor along with the rest of her clothes as he forced her legs apart.

  Who was this woman writhing and whimpering on a kitchen table? She didn’t know and didn’t care.

  Feeling his fingers part her folds she heard his masculine groan as her wet, swollen sex in all its feminine glory was bared to his gaze. It was by far the most erotic moment of her life to that point.

  In a demanding voice that was gruff with arousal, he told her, “Hold your legs open Brynn.”

  He took her shaking hands and directed them beneath her knees, helping her pull back until she was totally open and completely at his mercy. God, she thought. Please, no mercy.

  Brynn shut her eyes and arched her back when he ran a single finger from her ass, along her slit, and onto her pulsing nub.

  “So lovely,” he murmured. “Wet and perfect.”

  He surprised her by taking his good old time when all she wanted was for him to go back to fingering her dripping sex.

  “Mmmmm,” he groaned as he bit her inner thigh sharply, and she jerked in surprise. Next, Jax began tapping a fingertip on her pulsing clit, making her cry out and shake some more. It was erotic torture, and she’d never been so turned on in her life.

  She could feel his hot breath as he spread her lips open and swirled his fingers lightly on the swollen bundle of nerves dominating her senses. Her pussy clenched over and over as the hot, fluid proof of her desire dribbled out and trickled along the cleft of her ass.

  With her eyes closed, her imagination offered up a sizzling picture of how she must look. Naked, on a table in her kitchen, with her own hands clutching at her thighs as she willingly opened to the man with his face between her thighs. It was carnal and wicked and very, very fierce.

  “You smell so fucking hot, love. Exactly as I knew you would.” She whimpered at his words. “Hold on tight Brynn,” he instructed. “And do not let go.”

  Before she could process what he said, she felt him insert a long, thick finger inside her. So slowly she would swear he enjoyed torturing her. She let out an anguished wail that only got her a wicked chuckle in return.

  “More?” he taunted. She was more than ready to beg if she had to but all that came out of her mouth were hoarse grunts and groans.

  Replacing one finger with two, he massaged the inner recesses of her pussy until she thought she’d explode. His hands were big, his fingers thick and sturdy. When he found the overly sensitized nodule of her g-spot and furiously pressed, another rush of heated liquid drenched them both.

  “That’s it, love. Show me how much you want me to let you come.”

  Her mind briefly registered his choice of words. How he’d said ‘let’ instead of ‘make’. The notion that he was controlling her orgasm shook her up. Big time. It wasn’t something she could dwell on though because he never paused what he was doing. His manly fingers spread her wet response, using it to make the way he circled her clit feel like slippery bliss.

  He stopped, and she could only whimper and squirm. Using both hands she felt him spread her open even wider. In a voice heavy with arousal he murmured, “Fuck Brynn. That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Your sexy clit, swollen and pulsing, covered in cream as desire drips from your pussy.”

  Without the power to respond she just groaned. “Unf.”

  “Gonna taste you now, love. Remember what I said. Do not let go.”

  And then his mouth was where his fingers had been and Brynn thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Licking from the crack of her ass, stopping to swirl his tongue at her entrance, ending with rapid flicks against her throbbing clit, she sobbed and wiggled against his mouth.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Brynn. That’s what I want. Let me hear your pleasure.”

  He kept at her, flicking his tongue on her pulsing nub, stabbing his tongue in and out of her pussy, lapping at the wet flood of her desire. When he sucked on her folds like he did the lips of her mouth, she lost all control.

  Laving her with the flat of his tongue, he pressed a hand onto her tummy and growled. “Not yet, love. You come when I say so.”

  He was edging her and nothing in Brynn’s pitiful sexual history had prepared her for what that sort of mastery did to her senses. She was shaking and crying, her fingers digging so hard into the flesh behind her knees that she knew she was leaving marks.

  Jax continued to tease and torture her. She moaned and almost fell off the table when he began sucking on the soft flesh of her inner thighs. When he followed up the suckling with sharp nips, her mind went blank. Was it possible to black out from arousal?

  When she was sure she was going to go insane if he didn’t finish it, she heard him loose a throaty laugh. Thrusting two fingers deep, he grunted and so did she at the sound her wet response made.

  “I think you’ve had enough,” he murmured. She heard him panting and was glad to know she wasn’t alone in the sensual storm tearing her apart.

  “Your pussy is so ready. I’m going to let you come now, love…but I want to hear it. Don’t hold back. I want all of you Brynn,” he growled and then latched his lips onto her clit as his fingers caressed her insides.

  The orgasm that had been fighting to overtake her gathered in the depths of her soul and radiated outward in ever increasing waves of exquisite pleasure. His lips sucking wildly on her clit and his big, thick fingers buried in her clenching pussy took her to a place she’d never been before.

  The build-up was so intense that she struggled to keep from falling off the edge of reality. When her climax finally burst, fireballs of heat ignited along her nerve endings, sending her into a seething completion that stripped her bare in more ways than she could comprehend. With her screams splitting the air and Jax’s satisfied grunts of approval, she writhed, bucked wildly, and shook from head to toe in a wave of perfection that went on and on. Losing all control of her body, she hadn’t known it was possible to come that hard or for that long.

  The sensations he had wrought from her body, mind, and soul wiped everything else away and she felt herself tumbling into a dark, sweet cocoon where the only thing between her and losing consciousness was his reassuring hold.

  It took a long time for her to come back from wherever he’d sent her, but when she did, she felt his mouth on her own. Tasting the evidence of her response on his lips and tongue held a surprising carnal satisfaction for Brynn. Next thing she knew, he was lowering her, limp and spent, onto her big bed. She’d been so out of it, she hadn’t even been aware that he’d carried her from the kitchen, up the wide wood staircase, and into her bedroom.

  With a Herculean effort, she forced her heavy eyelids open and found his face inches from her own, his gaze burning with male satisfaction and something else she couldn’t quite name.

  “Sleep now, love. You’ve earned it. I’ll lock up and turn off the lights.”

  He kissed her—deep and long—then stood back and pulled the soft blankets over her sated body. He was tucking her in, and Brynn had never felt so cherished or cared for in all her life. Heaving a deep sigh, her eyes flickered closed and before she’d taken more than a few breaths, she fell into a deep sleep.

  Jax stood at the foot of Brynn’s bed for what felt like an eternity and watched her sleep. Something profound and life-changing had happened between them, and he didn’t know quite how he
felt about it. In the course of one short day, she’d sashayed her sexy ass into his empty emotional life and blown his world apart.

  He’d gone from wanting to put a chokehold on his dad for sending him on what he thought was a fool’s errand to thanking him for meddling in his life. When he’d walked through the door of her quaint shop he’d been pissed off and as grumpy as an Internet cat. And now look at me, he thought.

  Pressing a palm to the bulge straining against his fly, with the taste of her sweet pussy clinging to his lips, he’d never felt more alive. Or more conflicted. Not even the non-stop adrenalin rush of a warzone could compare to what he experienced as he’d brought the delectable Brynn Baron-Wilde to a screaming orgasm. Was he out of his mind?

  Ever since Heather had walked away from their engagement, he’d kept his sexual interludes simple, easy, and without strings attached. His experiences as a wartime medic had undoubtedly changed the course of his life. There was something about living and breathing trauma and death morning, noon, and night that stripped away a lot of pretense. When it came to what he needed in a relationship, he’d quickly admitted his desires went way beyond what was termed vanilla sex and veered heavily into a need to dominate and control. He wanted a partner who would give herself over to him, not sit in judgment or reluctantly allow the occasional foray into rough, demanding sex. Heather had been a total cunt about the whole thing. She wanted to be a spoiled, pampered doctor’s wife, not the put upon spouse of a fucked-up veteran who wanted more out of life than safe and boring.

  Funny thing was, the idea of spoiling and pampering appealed to him, but just not with some stuck-up bitch who practically donned a pair of exam gloves in order to touch his cock. When he told Brynn to hold her legs open and she obeyed, it wasn’t all that difficult to fall on his knees and worship her pussy for being such a good girl. She might not hold a degree in flirting or even fully understand how fucking sexy and desirable she was, but that only made her sudden appearance in his life all the better.

  He didn’t doubt for a second that he could mold her to his desires, but that was where his conflict really grabbed hold and squeezed tight. Brynn was the type who would fight against being controlled. It was evident in her actions and words, but even so, she’d willingly given herself to him in the most intimate way a woman could. A guy she’d known for less than a day. That couldn’t have been easy. The memory of her naked and writhing on that kitchen table as she held her legs up and open so he could devour her did more than make him hard.

  Sighing deeply, he watched her snuggle into the covers and saw what he hoped was a small smile of sated contentment on her face. He had to get out of there before his clothes ended up in a pile so he could slide into bed beside her and pull her naked body close.

  Tomorrow would be here soon enough and perhaps after a shower and some time to reflect he’d know what to do next. When his cock pulsed he grimaced and shook his head. Cold shower? Probably not. Trying to banish the erection brought on by his ravishment of the sexy baker would probably do him permanent damage. No. He was going to have to release the beast by his own hand.

  Glancing at Brynn’s sleeping form he made a silent promise that one day soon, he’d find out what it was like to come by her hand. Or better yet, her mouth. Or better still, while buried balls deep in her luscious body.

  “HERE YOU GO, MRS. BLAKE. Eighteen crème-filled red velvet cupcakes with my special buttercream frosting. Plus, a mini cake tower covered in fondant just as you asked. I really wish you’d let me add the cake topper,” Brynn said with a sly wink.

  The customer picking up the special order just laughed and shrugged with a devilishly wicked gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you like that, Brynn. The topper is rather, um….ribald. Y’know! Just the sort of thing that adds the giggles to a bachelorette get-together.”

  “Ribald!” Brynn squealed in delight. “What a great description, Mrs. Blake. I’m sure Dana will love whatever it is.”

  Helping the harried looking woman with the order, they gathered the boxes, tied with twine that were adorned with a sticker logo that Charlie had designed for the bakery, and made for the parking lot.

  This was something Brynn enjoyed. She loved doing special orders, working with customers to create just the perfect pastry for all sorts of occasions. It was a chance to let her creative side have a bit of fun, naughty cake toppers aside.

  She was waving good-bye to Mrs. Blake when she caught sight of Jax’s truck pulling into the lot. Shit. A burst of nervous energy shot up her neck and for reasons she’d think about later, Brynn practically sprinted into the shop and promptly went to hide in the kitchen.

  “Oh my Lord,” she breathed into air heavy with the scents of vanilla and butter. Dropping her face into her hands, she tried to calm her breathing. “Focus, focus,” she chanted quietly as if saying the word would magically make her forget the scene that she and Jax played out last evening on her kitchen table of all places.

  Shaking out her hands to dispel the raw energy racing through her body, Brynn began racing around the bakery, throwing cake tins and pans into a pile for cleaning. The sound of the metal clanging was a punch to her frazzled nerves, but it was nothing compared to the noise inside her head.

  After having slept like the damn dead, she’d roused, naked in her bed, with a sense of contentment that made waking up quite pleasant. For all of about five seconds she’d stretched and wiggled, a small smile on her face, until—WHAM!—memories of why she was naked and content slammed into her with the force of a football tackle.

  If anyone had been watching, she was sure her reaction would have seemed pretty funny. Throwing off the covers, she’d grabbed her satin robe, and after pulling it on and knotting the tie as if it was a chastity belt, made a mad dash through the house until she came to a stuttering halt in the kitchen.

  He’d cleaned up from dinner—not a thing was out of place and sitting on the table were her clothes, folded neatly in a pile with her torn bra and plain panties right on top. “Oh fuck,” she‘d groaned. It really was as awful as she remembered.

  In her haste to leave the bedroom and get downstairs, she had forgotten about the twisted ankle that started their odd encounter and was grateful to discover it didn’t bother her at all this morning. Just as he’d predicted. Well, at least there was that.

  Desperate to halt the flash memories invading her mind, Brynn paced around the bakery kitchen and tried invoking the Goddess Ignora. Charlie would be so proud of her for even trying. Ignora was an old joke between the sisters, something that made them laugh when a situation rose to the level of embarrassment that made a girl want to run and hide. Totally appropriate for the situation she found herself in right now.

  Peeking through the windows of the double swinging doors that separated the bakery from the shop, she instantly spied Jax in conversation with Amy. He had a backpack slung over one shoulder and judging by her assistant’s body language, they were having quite a laugh.

  Red heat crept up her neck and into her face. No, he wouldn’t be that crass, she thought. There was no way he’d embarrass her by sharing with anyone what had passed between them. She might not know Jax Merrill all that well, but he certainly came across as someone with a sense of decorum. He struck her as a gentleman through and through, until she remembered his face buried between her legs and groaned. Gentleman savage, maybe. The thought gave her goosebumps.

  “Think Brynn,” she muttered. She certainly couldn’t hide in the bakery all day but facing Jax right then made her nervous as crap. Did crap even get nervous, she wondered. Whatever. The expression applied to how she was feeling, so shoot her if it didn’t make sense.

  A timer went off, breaking her reverie and offering the distraction she needed. Maybe by the time she’d pulled out the things baking in the oven and got everything on a cooling rack he would magically disappear. She knew she was kidding herself, but there was always hope, right?

  That hope vanished just a few minute
s later when Amy poked her head in and announced with a humungous grin, “Mr. Merrill’s here to see you, boss, and there’s a customer asking about placing a special order.”

  Dammit. With a droop of her head, she muttered, “Um, okay. Yeah. Got it. Be right there.”

  Wiping imaginary flour off her clean hands with a kitchen towel, she stepped through the swinging doors soon after with what she prayed was a bland, unreadable expression on her face. In no way did it help matters when she felt a very sexy pulse of awareness, something deliciously feminine that reminded her a little too much of last night, settle in her core.

  Luckily, the customer got to her first and immediately started rambling on about a child’s birthday cake that she wanted adorned with Disney princesses and all sorts of little girl flair. No matter how hard she tried to ignore Jax’s presence, her body reacted to his nearness. Not only were her cotton panties getting damper by the second, she gritted her teeth and tried not to roll her eyes in frustration when she felt her nipples hardening. Aw, come on, her brain screamed. Not cool. Not cool, at all.

  Of their own volition, her eyes suddenly zeroed in on the man scattering her composure and found him staring at her intently. She must have stopped breathing because her head suddenly felt fuzzy as a sensual mist enveloped her senses. His eyes burned with desire and a smile dangled on the corner of his mouth. When he licked his lips she remembered the intimate way he’d ravished her and how they’d shared the essence of that tasting in a kiss that rocked her senses.

  Her body jumped at the sight—she flinched—and in one of those horrifying moments that unfolded in slow motion, the handful of receipts she’d been clutching to keep her hands busy flew into the air and spread across the floor in a picture-perfect version of fifty-two pick-up. Really? Anything else? Fuck.

  Brynn dropped like a brick, frantically trying to gather the pieces of paper into a scoop-able pile when she saw two very masculine, very big hands invade her line of vision. Her gentleman savage stepped in to rescue her from a moment of embarrassment. One his wicked lips and talented tongue had caused.