Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1)

by Suzanne Halliday

  At the sound, she gazed at him over her shoulder with a sly, naughty look and dipped her fiery eyes to the action of his hand. He saw her breath catch and wanted to punch the air with satisfaction. Now we’re getting somewhere, he thought when she didn’t exactly make haste to look away. He fucking wanted her to take it in—wanted her to enjoy watching as he stroked his sex, made hard and taut by what she was doing. This little performance of hers was turning him on like crazy.

  She gathered her long hair in a big handful and gestured to him. “If you do exactly as you’re told, and no more, I’ll let you unhook my bra. But that’s it Jax. No touching. Unhook, then step back, okay?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered.

  Sounding like a stern schoolteacher she bit out, “Excuse me? Uh, uh, uh. Manners, please.”

  He grinned like a mindless idiot. He was enjoying this, maybe too much. “My bad,” he corrected. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” he told her with a wide smile.

  Stepping forward, he reached out and with a quick flick of his fingers, deftly opened the hooks on her bra. The minute the two sides separated, she caught the garment at her breasts and looked at him again over her shoulder. When she raised an eyebrow, he held up his hands in surrender and took two big steps back.

  He already knew she had perfect tits so when she carefully pirouetted around, his eyes anxiously waited for their unveiling. The sight of her clutching the lace-covered bra cupping her delectable mounds made his mouth water for real. He figured she’d drop the bra and let him have a good long look, which she certainly did, but the bonus came when she grabbed those beautiful tits in her own hands and jiggled them for good measure, before tweaking the perfect, pink tipped nipples and cupping them from beneath just so, as if offering them to him for his ravishment. His eyes burned with desire and he licked his lips in anticipation of having the pebbled nipples on his tongue.

  He was so wrapped up in carnal thoughts about her tits that he didn’t realize she’d moved until she was reaching into the waistband of his briefs and rather forcefully pushing them down his thighs. When his cock sprang free and stood at attention, he heard her gasp and knew a sense of male pleasure that turned him inside out.

  She moaned an earthy, “Oh my God,” when she saw his naked body in all its sculpted glory for the first time.

  SEEING JAX COMPLETELY NAKED, BRYNN almost lost her nerve when the raw, primitive reality of his magnificent male perfection was revealed. Good Lord, he was something. When she removed his shirt and discovered the hard-bodied abs and defined musculature of his torso, she went all giggly inside. But nothing prepared her for the full deal.

  When his briefs were removed and the enormous bulge she’d been eyeing came to life, it was all she could do not to fall on her knees and worship his beautiful cock. Her hoarsely muttered, “Oh my God,” didn’t do justice to what she was seeing. He was, in a word, breathtaking. His impressive staff was thick and majestic looking. His was the perfect male specimen—hard and jutting from a modest thatch of hair the very same sable color as that on his head. Her viewing of his striking male beauty was made all the more glorious because he clearly took care of his appearance right down to a bit of manscaping that she found very appealing.

  Without further hesitation, she pushed him backward with a hard shove making him fall onto the mattress with a thud. From that angle, his handsome cock made an even more alluring sight. When he stroked his big hand along his equally big staff, she shuddered at the carnality of the action but quickly recovered telling him, “Now, now. Put those hands out of the way.”

  After a hard squeeze, he relinquished his hold and watched her through lust-filled eyes, flinging his arms to his sides and clenching his fists. Well, she thought, maybe now he’ll know how desperate and turned on I felt last night. Served him right.

  Standing over him, she put a foot on either side of his body and started to remove her panties. She was so damn wet from all the teasing that peeling the damp cotton from between her legs wasn’t easy. When she’d lowered the cotton and lace as far as she could with her legs spread as they were, she went back to cupping her breasts and just stood there, right over him, so he had a front row seat of her dripping sex and swollen tits.

  His eyes told her he was definitely enjoying the view and she almost giggled when she saw him start to reach for her, then slam his clenched fists back to the mattress. His jaw tightened and twin streaks of red, a sure sign of arousal, burned on his cheeks.

  Brynn shimmied out of the panties lifting one foot and then the other until she was as naked as he. Her inner seductress dropped the small scrap of cotton with the telltale damp spot right onto his face.

  “Ooops,” she teased and bent to snatch them away as he inhaled deeply and groaned. This time she really did giggle when she caught sight of the primal delight illuminating his face.

  She teased him with a wicked smile. “Like my panties, do you?”

  “Yes, ma’am. They smell like you taste.”

  Aw, now see. That was just what she wanted to hear. Dropping to her knees she straddled him at mid-chest, tossed the panties aside, speared her fingers into his hair, and held his head tight then fell on his mouth like a wild animal. It was no hardship at all to devour him, biting and nipping at his lips. He was groaning like a man in agony so she eased his suffering with her tongue invading his mouth.

  Right until that moment she’d been in control of her body’s response to their teasing play, but all that started to shatter when a deep ache began low in her belly while her sex pulsed like mad. Shit. She wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for much longer.

  Letting go of his head, she repositioned her body until her wet slit was right on top of his magnificent cock. From there she started rubbing her pussy along his shaft, coating him with the irrefutable proof of her arousal. He moaned and arched underneath her and the next thing she knew, his mouth had caught the nipple of a breast swinging above him. Even without his hands he managed to suck her deep into his mouth causing a tidal wave of pleasure to surge in her core, increasing the wet trail of desire she was leaving on his flesh.

  Frantically reaching for one of the condoms she’d dumped on the bed, Brynn all but pole vaulted off him, tore open the foil pouch with her teeth, and moved swiftly to position the thin protective sheath on the head of his cock. When she saw fluid gathered on the tip, she slowed and marveled at what she was making him feel. Without thinking about it, she ran her thumb over the plump head, gathered his essence, and brought it up to her mouth. When she licked her thumb and saw his heated reaction, she almost changed course and took him in her mouth, but the truth was, she was way too far-gone for that.

  Deftly rolling the condom down his large staff, he moaned and bucked his hips in reaction. “Brynn,” he groaned. “Oh my God. Fuck me, love. Fuck me good with that hot, sexy body.”

  Straddling him, she reached between them and angled his hard flesh into her aching body. He was too big to take all at once, so she went slowly, easing him into her, impaling herself on his hardness then withdrawing until she’d covered his cock with her arousal to make his entrance easier.

  “Oh God,” he growled. “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Shh, shh,” she cooed. “”You’re so big Jax, but I’m almost there.”

  When she’d taken him halfway, a chill raced up her spine and her body took over. Grunting, she rolled her hips with a mighty surge and sank the rest of the way until the swollen lips of her pussy were stretched around the thick base of his cock.

  “Unf,” she groaned as her body shook from the feeling of him filling her completely. She groaned again and ground her pussy on him in a wicked arc that made them both shudder.

  He bucked up into her. She had trouble staying upright on top of him. Biting her lip she began riding him with steady, deep strokes, marveling at the sounds their bodies made as he sank into her wet pussy over and over and his flesh slapped seductively against hers.

  Flying high with exq
uisite arousal, Brynn luxuriated in a variety of strokes and angles. Fast. Achingly slow. Upright and leaning back on her hands. Collapsed on his chest. Knees wide, then tight against his body. The lusty choreography escalated her arousal to a fevered pitch. She needed to come, wanted to desperately, but she was starting to lose her way.

  “Move those fucking hips Brynn. Now. Or I swear if you don’t, you’ll be on your back in a heartbeat with your sexy legs on my shoulders as I fuck you senseless.”

  The groan coming up from deep in her chest bloomed into a keening wail as her hips started a furious assault on his thick cock. She slammed her body on his with each downward thrust, impaling herself on him with wild abandon.

  “That’s it, love. Harder. Fuck me harder,” he cried as her senses started to shatter from the intensity. “Come for me Brynn. Come all over my cock.”

  It was too much. She couldn’t think straight. “Help me Jax,” she groaned. When she felt his hands grab around her waist, her body surged with hot fluid as she relinquished whatever control she imagined she’d had.

  Holding onto her tight, he aided her movements, lifting her up off his hard flesh until he was almost completely free of her body then forcing her down with a fierce pull that made her scream with each plunge.

  After a handful of those devastating strokes, she shattered so completely and with such force, it stole her breath as a prickling sensation that felt like heaven invaded her senses until every sound seemed far away and her body shook uncontrollably.

  The orgasm ripping through her was still pulsing wildly when he suddenly and quite forcefully flipped them until she found herself pinned under his thundering hips while his hands in the folds of her knees forced her open and pressed her legs back.

  It was raw and primitive and so damn ferocious she didn’t know where she ended and he began. With each vigorous thrust he grunted and she whimpered.

  “Can you take more Brynn? Is your pussy satisfied yet?”

  His lewd, suggestive words had her soaring close to the edge of the universe. The relentless pounding didn’t ease up for a second. He bit her neck and growled like a wild beast. “Who’s fucking you, love? Say my name Brynn. Let me hear you say it.”

  Impossibly, a second, more powerful orgasm gathered in the tips of her fingers and toes and rushed like a speeding train into her core.

  “Say it, Brynn” he bellowed at the top of his lungs, while he plunged into her over and over. “Who’s fucking you?”

  That was it. Something broke apart inside her and she cried out wildly. “Oh God Jax. You. You. You’re the one. Don’t stop Jax. Don’t ever stop.”

  She was crying, her pussy clutching desperately at the hot flesh invading hers. Brynn felt her inner muscles milk his mighty cock with a strength that sent her to a place she’d never been. What started off as a way for her to gain the upper hand and take what she needed ended with her falling to pieces under him.

  “Yes!” he shouted, his triumph at her undoing could be heard for miles around.

  He wasn’t quite finished with her, and as she struggled to stay conscious, he thundered home until she felt him swell and throb inside her. When he came, a thunderous roar echoed around them. As her vision started to fade she watched him straining above her, his neck corded and tight, a wild look in his eyes.

  The second she felt him collapse on top of her, Brynn just melted into sated oblivion and let the darkness take her. It wasn’t like passing out, it was something altogether different, as if her body had given so much and been so deeply satisfied that the only thing left was a sort of blissful surrender.

  It was hard to tell how long she spent in the euphoric aftermath but when her senses began to recharge, she heard Jax murmuring softly in her ear and felt his hands caressing her back in long, soothing strokes. She was laying on her side with her face on his massive chest and her body pressed against him.

  “Are you alright, love?” he was asking. “Come back Brynn,” he whispered in a low rumble.

  She was filled with such a sense of indescribable rapture that she didn’t want to break the spell by speaking, but something about the concern in his voice broke through the ecstasy surrounding her.

  Her hand moved on his chest, and she moaned softly. “Hold me Jax. Don’t let go yet.”

  “I’ve got you, love. I’m right here, and I’m not letting go.”

  She felt safe and complete. It was a transcendent moment. “Don’t let go,” she murmured again and then fell into an exhausted sleep.

  Jax didn’t quite know what the fuck to do. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Giving Brynn the reins had opened up an unexpected Pandora’s Box over which he seemed to have little control. Truth was, he’d been so turned on and overstimulated that he’d taken her with a raw, unbridled ferocity that shocked him to his core. When she fell apart he was overcome by a sense of deep fear that he might have hurt her with his runaway passion. Of course that hadn’t stopped him from continuing to hammer away until a powerful orgasm racked his body. Didn’t exactly help much that she flew so high, she became unresponsive for long moments after.

  He wasn’t surprised they were good together. She inspired a sort of primitive lust in him that satisfied his deepest desires. What had surprised him though was the depth of that lust and the aftermath of the satisfaction. Brynn Wilde was going to mess with his head and his life in ways he could barely comprehend.

  Once she’d spoken and responded to his presence, he’d covered them with a blanket and held onto her like a damn life preserver. He had no idea where this was going, but he knew enough to admit that there was a whole hell of a lot more going on between them than just hot, incredible sex.

  That he worried about how he’d handled her spoke volumes. So did the deep sense of contentment he was experiencing as he lay there with her cradled in his arms. Shit was about to get real, that he was sure of. Wondering how all this was going to play out in Brynn’s heart and mind worried the absolute crap out of him. She had walls he wanted to demolish but would she allow that?

  Many hours later while Jax slept in a deep, peaceful slumber, Brynn awoke before the dawn as she usually did. Her body clock was used to getting up before five A.M. so she could get started in the kitchen making the fresh baked goods the shop and tearoom would need. What she wasn’t used to however was waking to find she was sprawled across a very warm, deliciously male body.

  It took her a minute or two to remember how they got that way, naked and dead to the world in the garage loft. When it all came rushing into her mind, she was instantly wide awake. It was apparent from the steady rise and fall of Jax’s chest that he was hard asleep so she cautiously lifted off him and scooted to the edge of the mattress.

  Looking at him peacefully slumbering, stubble shadowing his face and hair mussed from her greedy fingers, Brynn was stunned. Actually, ‘shock and awe’ seemed like a better way of putting it. After Amy had pointed out that she had the upper hand, so to speak, something had come over her. Something wicked and lusty.

  She’d been insane for imagining she could simply take his glorious body for her own satisfaction and walk away like it was no big deal. She knew women did shit like that every day but why she thought for even a second she was capable of the same was completely baffling. He let her though. Let her have the fantasy that she was somehow dominating him until the moment when she began to crumble and begged him to take over. And oh my fucking God, did he ever take over.

  Wondering what in the hell she was doing throwing herself at someone who had a connection to her parents—albeit a tenuous connection—gave Brynn the shivers. Chalking it up to four years without a man between her legs was ludicrous and downright pathetic. That wasn’t how she rolled, and she highly doubted her sleeping lover would appreciate the observation.

  And then it hit her. Like square between the eyes with such force she scrambled awkwardly off the mattress. Staring wild-eyed at the man who had driven her to a couple of screaming orgasms, she tried not to l
et panic engulf her at the bold realization that Jax Merrill was her lover.

  Well, might as well have lit a fire under my ass, she thought a few minutes later, after scooping up her clothes and fleeing to the bathroom downstairs. She had a lover. “Fucking holy Hannah,” she muttered at her reflection in the oval mirror over the pedestal sink. And if what she saw staring back from the mirror was any indication, everyone and their brother was going to know it, too.

  “I didn’t sign on for this,” she grumbled. What the hell happened to her swear off men mantra? Hadn’t she proved in a rather spectacular fashion with her disastrous marriage that she had shit poor judgment when it came to relationships?

  Being intimate with a complete stranger, someone she’d known for two damn days, didn’t seem like something a person with even a lick of commonsense would do.

  Ugh. She needed to pull it together and get out of there before he woke up. Less than five minutes later she was running away from the garage like an escaped prisoner, hurrying along the path to the bakery. Losing herself in work was what she needed to do. That and come up with a plan to keep the sex god asleep in her loft at arm’s length before any more fuckery went down and she made a total shit show of her life.

  “Okay. Where am I?” Brynn questioned aloud. Looking at the white board in the kitchen she ticked off the items on today’s list.

  “Cinnamon Buns. Check. Rye bread. Check. Sourdough loaves, ummm. Oh, right—check. Special order for Timmy Paul’s fourth grade class. Check and double check.”

  It was just coming up on seven o’clock, which meant that Amy would come bursting through the door any minute. She’d managed to get a metric fuck ton of work done in just two hours, spurred on by a frantic need to stay as busy as possible so she didn’t keep re-living the events of the last two days. She needed a break, her back was starting to tense up but keeping busy was her only available salvation.

  Right on cue the chimes hung on the knob began tinkling and she heard her assistant come through the shop door. She knew Amy would want to poke around in her business to find out what happened with Jax after she’d left for the day. Brynn had been silently working on a plausible story to deflect the inquiry and thought she’d come up with something totally believable.