Awake: Book 3 of the Wild Love Series

by Jameson, Red L.

  I sigh. “I guess you’ll have to catch me then.” I run, almost tripping over my feet, but somehow make it out of my bedroom and down the hall.

  However, once I stop sprinting, I can’t hear Joe. I turned off almost all the lights in the house, except for the one from my bedroom, flooding down the hallway and into the kitchen where I’m standing. There’s enough luminescence that I can see he’s nowhere around me.

  My heart is beating loudly as I turn and search for him. Okay, it’s not like I have a lot of hiding places, especially for a six-and-a-half foot man. Liv can find the oddest hiding places and stay hidden until I’m about ready to call the cops. But Joe…yeah, he can’t hide anywhere.

  He must have stayed behind in the bedroom. But that’s not the game. He’s supposed to chase me and take control. That’s the game.

  Or is this a new game?

  I flutter a shaky hand over my heart, tiptoeing back to the hallway, and look at my bedroom’s open door. I’m so impatient I can hardly handle waiting for him.

  “Marco?” I call.

  Nothing.

  I frown and stand a foot deeper in the hallway that leads to my room, but before that there are doors for the bathroom, where Liv plays mermaid and Jamie has submarine wars, and their rooms. There is absolutely no noise except for my thundering heart.

  “Marco?” I ask, this time a little clipped, my patience wearing thin.

  God, I want that man. All day I kept remembering him inside me, the things we’d done to each other, the pleasure. I’d never had orgasms like that. With him, I achieved my first multiple orgasm, which made me feel…god, yes. It was gorgeous and fun.

  I think again of him, under me, letting me tell him what I want. How fast I want him, how hard, the way he’d bounce me up and down on his body.

  I moan without meaning to. Then all I hear is one footstep behind me. I don’t turn in time to see him, but he’s clobbered me to the floor before I can scream, before I can say, “It’s about fucking time.” I’m on my side. He’d somehow taken the brunt of the fall, even if I am under him. He’s not smiling, but twisting my body, making me lay on my back. As soon as I’m prone, he takes my wrists with one hand.

  “Oh, Joe…” I need this, whatever it is.

  Before Joe, I never wanted to be under a man again. It was one of the reasons why I wasn’t sure about dating or having sex. I mean, how can you say to a guy, Well, you seem nice but I hate being on the bottom because it reminds me of my ex? It’s not like Tony and I had bad sex, it was just…one-sided.

  And maybe last night was one-sided. I did get everything I wanted and more.

  But it’s not like I’m thinking of fairness or anything else when Joe’s hovering over me. I’m just so fucking turned on. His face is somewhat stern. His hands on me are a tad too rough. I might bruise, but I don’t care. I like the slight sting of the pain. It’s his eyes, so dark, so gray, like iron, that are driving me crazy because he’s looking at me like he’s predatory, like I’m his prey, like all he wants is me. Like he can’t live without touching me the way he is.

  He pushes down one of my bra’s cups, exposing my breast. Watching him open his mouth and suck me in is making the apex of my legs even more wet. I’m pure liquid because of everything he’s doing. And if I had a hand free, I’d cup my breast for him.

  I’m moaning and rolling my hips, but he’s too far away for my clit to rub against anything but my jeans’ seam, which does the trick. I keep grinding and moaning as he pulls down the other cup.

  “Joe.” My voice is pleading.

  His free hand is caressing one of my breasts, his mouth the other. He leans away and licks the very tip of my nipple in a flurry, making me roll my hips even more. Then he leans all the way back, onto his shins. I try to extract one of my hands to reach out for him, but he’s shackling me to the floor in a tight grip. With his fist, he reaches behind his head, bunching the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling it over his shoulders and head. Letting it fall to our linked hands, he looks down at me, his dog tags hanging between us.

  He’s still not smiling. Something is different with his turn, but I don’t mind. I might like it more this way. I know he’s serious. I know he wants me. He hovers over me again, almost touches his lips to mine, but stops as his chest rubs against my nipples. I moan and close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his hardness against me. He puts more weight on my wrists. I just open my eyes to see him reach between us. He snakes a hand under my shorts’ waistband, under my panties, and feels my folds.

  He closes his eyes and releases a pent up breath.

  Oh god, he’s pushing his finger past my clit to my opening where he slides inside. I make an odd moaning sound, almost high-pitched and shaky. He glances down at me, his eyes somehow even darker and he strokes in and out of me.

  “You want me inside of you?” His voice is a growl.

  “Yes.”

  “You want my cock inside of you?”

  “God, yes.”

  He’s in and out of my channel and my hips are rocking, trying to meet his finger’s thrusts.

  “I’m going to make you come tonight, Moira.”

  I nod.

  “I’m going to make you come so much.”

  “Joe…”

  His talented finger is gone in a flash, and he releases his hold of my wrists too, placing his hands on my waistband. Looking into my eyes, he finally gives me a small smile, but it’s just a tiny bit wicked. He’s watching me as he tears apart my shorts.

  “Oh,” I whisper.

  He’s shredding my cutoff jeans and then easily plucking apart my panties. He reaches up and tries to pull apart my bra, but it’s not going to give, which frustrates him.

  “I’ll just—” I try to bring my hands behind me to unfasten my bra, but he stops me, holding me down by my shoulder.

  He slowly shakes his head. “Tonight’s my turn, baby. I want to take you. I want to take you like you’ve never been taken before. I want to…possess you. I want you to come and know it’s only because of me. I’m making you feel this.” He hovers over me again, both his hands at the center of my bra. “I’m making you feel only me. Because, pretty Moira, you’re mine. I don’t think you know it yet, but you’re mine.” He tears apart my bra with a grunt. Then he reaches down and suckles one of my breasts.

  I can only moan as the motion of his mouth evaporates any kind of logic. His hand is back between my legs, and I spread wider for him. That finger of his is suddenly inside me. He’s thrusting and sucking and ending it all by biting the side of my breast. I cry out, my back arching off the floor.

  He gains distance between our bodies again, wiping away the shreds of my bra and jeans. Then he moves me up the hallway, my back squeaking against the wooden floor. He places his hands on my knees and spreads me even wider, looking down at my sex, smiling that wicked grin of his. In a second his head is between my legs where he’s licking my clit, sucking it in, and driving me crazy. He wraps my legs around his shoulders and lifts my pelvis off the ground. Then I’m completely in the air. Opening my eyes, I realize he’s somehow holding me while he stands. I sit up, almost hitting the ceiling but ducking down before I do.

  He doesn’t stop licking me. In fact, he burrows his head in more against my clit.

  “Oh god, Joe.”

  He just keeps licking me and my body releases even more liquid for him. He takes a step, but I bonk my head against the ceiling, which makes him stop and look up. I have to smile when I look down at him. I’ve never done anything so adventurous and sexy—I’m on his shoulders, my pussy against his face. This will ensure his name is all over me when I think of sex ever again.

  “Did you get hurt?”

  I shake my head.

  He smiles. “I have an idea how to get to the bedroom while I still lick you.”

  “You don’t have to. I can come down.”

  He’s been holding my hips with both hands but he balances me with one. With his free hand, he reaches between my thighs
and slides right into me. In and out. In and out, while he just smiles.

  “Nope.” His voice rasps. “I’m going to have you so wet and ready for sex that by the time we reach your bedroom, I’ll be surprised if you haven’t come.”

  I grip onto the back of his head as his finger keeps moving, making my vision blurry, making everything feel so good.

  “I just need to…” He adjusts one of my legs a little, and I’m too entranced with his finger inside me to notice what he’s doing. But with a quick move, I’m falling. He catches me with my thighs on his shoulders, his face still between my legs, but now I’m upside-down and face-forward, looking at his enormous erection. Both his hands are on my hips and he pulls me up, instantly licking my clit again.

  “Oh,” I moan.

  When he starts walking, I know my orgasm is close. But so is his crotch. In a hurry, I undo his belt buckle, unbutton and unzip him, and by the time we’re inside my bedroom, I pop his huge length out of his boxer briefs. He’s licking me quickly and suckling hard, and the instant I have his cock inside my mouth, I come.

  He moans. I try to suck him in, even if I am upside-down, even if my orgasm is making it hard to think of anything except what Joe’s doing to me.

  He kneels on the bed, slowly laying me down on the mattress, ensuring I never have too much of his weight on me. When I’m flat on my back, he tries to slip away, but I suck in his cock all the more, making him moan again. He’s standing beside the bed, gently pulling my head away from him.

  “Honey, no. You can’t. I want to last all night.”

  But I suck him deeper and slide him in and out of my mouth. He gently thrusts into me but then sips in a deep breath and takes hold of his cock, pulling himself out of my needy mouth.

  “My turn tonight, Moira.”

  I pout. “But I want you so bad. I want you in my mouth, in my…pussy.”

  “First time you said that?”

  “Out loud.”

  “That’s my pretty Moira.” He caresses my hair away from my face, smiling down at me. “Was it fun being upside-down?”

  I nod, my body boneless yet still excited because I know more is to come. And I want to tell him how he’s turned my whole world upside-down. How just by meeting him, nothing as I knew it is the same. Everything seems to have potential now. Granted, I love my children and I had a lot of determination to teach them all I know and prepare them for this world. But I’m not sure if had much faith in anything. Much hope.

  With the tips of his fingers at the small of my back, he’s changing all that.

  I reach out for him and find his hip. “I want to do that again and again.”

  13

  “You will, baby.” Joe keeps caressing my hair. “You will.”

  “Promise?”

  He looks deep into my eyes. Something passing through his gaze that seems like the thought is maybe hurting him. He nods. “Promise.”

  Then he starts walking around the bed. I turn to my side, watching him.

  “Nah-uh.” He shakes a finger at me. “On your back, baby. This is my night. Remember?”

  I’m excited all over again as I lay on my back, watching him as he makes his way to stand closer to my legs. He looks down at my sex again, his lips twitching with a wolfish grin.

  “I love it when you’re so wet you shine.” His jawline kicks. “Moira, touch yourself.”

  I blink and look down at my body. My nipples are beading, my knees are bent and my legs are open. My dark curls are shimmering from moisture, the light bouncing off them makes the hair look red. Ruby red. I slide a hand between my breasts and glide it down, down, down, until I hit the bump of my pelvis bone. Tunneling through my curly hair, I find my clit.

  I moan, watching Joe as his cock jerks. He takes his jeans and underwear off all the way while staring at my finger rubbing over my clitoris.

  “Feel good?”

  I nod.

  “Feel as good as what I did?”

  I shake my head. “Nothing is as good as that.”

  He softly chuckles, while reaching for the box of condoms I left out. Extracting a foil wrapper, he keeps watching me as he tears into it then unrolls a condom on his cock. But just before he’s sheathed, his cock released a droplet of white moisture. I don’t know why I find that so sexy. But, god, I do. I wish I had stopped him from wearing the condom so I could taste him.

  He kneels between my legs, spreading them with his hands, then one of his thighs. He’s holding the base of his cock and touches his head against where I’m rubbing. I moan and roll my hips up, removing my hand and cupping my breasts.

  “You still want my cock inside you, Moira?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He moans and closes his eyes, sliding his cock up and down my sex, just like he did this morning. He teases me by sliding just past my opening then back up to my clit.

  “I want you so much, Moira.” He circles my tightening nub, then down and around my channel.

  I lift my hips, but he holds me still, ensuring he’s not inside me. I whimper as he lifts one of my legs, folding it closer to my chest. Only then does he begin to rub the head of his cock against my clitoris again.

  “Joe…”

  “You sure you want me?” His cock is around my opening once more, making me moan.

  “God, yes.”

  He smiles. “No, please this time?”

  “Fuck, Joe, you’re killing me. I want you. I want you so fucking bad I’m not sure how much longer I can stand this without forcing myself on you.”

  His cock slides all the way in and we both shudder from the feeling. He smiles and leans down, his elbows propping him up as he sweeps some of my hair from my face.

  “Pretty Moira.” He kisses my temple, close to my hairline. “Beautiful Moira.” He kisses my forehead then around to the other side. Kissing me sweetly. No rush. No roughness.

  I can’t help but wrap my trembling legs around him, holding him close. We’re so unified. We’re one. So this is what it feels like.

  He kisses my cheek. “My Moira.” Petal-soft, he brushes against my lips. Again and again, he sweeps against me. Then he caresses his lips to mine. Our tongues just touch. He circles his hips.

  “Oh, Joe.” I cling to him with my legs and arms because, even though he’s barely moving, nothing has ever felt this overwhelming. So powerful. “It feels so good.”

  “I know, baby. I know.” Again, he circles his hips.

  I moan and arch my neck. “Why is it so good? So good.”

  “Because you’re mine, Moira.” He slowly thrusts again, and I’m so close to orgasming. He’s not even touching my clit. He’s not doing much, but I’m going to come again. Soon.

  He keeps petting my hair, kissing me everywhere on my face. When he’s close to my lips, I greedily reach out for him. Our tongues gently roll together. He thrusts again.

  “Mmm, Joe…Joseph…”

  “God, I even like my full name said from those lips of yours. And I hate the name Joseph.” He bites my lower lip, pulling it, then thrusts again.

  “Sorry. I just—I like everything about you. Even Joseph. Ooo…”

  He thrusts again, making me forget how to talk.

  “I like everything about you too, Moira.”

  A nagging thought somehow enters my brain. He doesn’t know me. And I don’t know him. We’ve just met. Yet our bodies…I don’t know how, but our bodies know what we both want. They know the games we would like to play together. They know that sex would be more than good. It’s nearly otherworldly with how fantastic it is.

  I lift my legs higher, crossing my ankles behind him. With a trembling hand, I stroke his cheek. He thrusts again. He’s so slow. So deliberate. And, god, am I shaking.

  “Fuck, this is…you’re going to make me come, Moira. I wanted to last the whole night, but you’re going to make me come.”

  I smile and kiss his cheek, then the other, mimicking his sweetness. “Come with me.”

  “Are you close?�
� He thrusts once more.

  “I’m waiting for you.”

  He’s trembling too and looks down at me, serious gray eyes. “No, I’m waiting for you.”

  “Waiting for what?” I shake, wondering if my quivering will make me come.

  “For you to say it.” His brows furrow, sweat on his forehead, there’s a slight edge of desperation in his gaze.

  I know what he wants me to say. I don’t know how because I’m not a mind reader. Normally I might be annoyed he’d ask me to just know what he’s talking about. But he’s dropped enough hints and said it enough himself for me to know what he’s talking about.

  I kiss him first, just holding my lips against his. He’s inside me. So deep. Our lips mingle. Our breath. My heart is beating into his and vice versa.

  Leaning away, I whisper, “My Joe. You’re mine.”

  He smiles and thrusts into me. Once. Twice. I’m coming, gripping him so hard. Three times. And four. Finally, he grunts and sweeps his arms under me, holding me so tight, all his weight on me, in me.

  His body is still spasming into mine when he says, “That’s my girl. My Moira. Mine.”

  As much as I’ve never experienced sex like this, so close, so intimate, I can’t help but wonder just what the hell we’re doing, possessing each other so soon, without really knowing who we are.

  * * *

  I’m a tad frustrated that somehow Joe talked me into letting him visit my mum with me. We woke this morning, had sex all over again and had sex in the shower, and when I was close to orgasming, he asked if he could come with me. I had no idea what I was agreeing too. I just wanted to orgasm, so, yeah, the annoyance at Joe is a little merited, even if he is adorably holding my hand and walking through the nursing home’s hallways with a huge smile on his handsome face.

  I’m glad it’s Sunday because otherwise Tony’s crew would see Joe. The nursing home is growing, adding a new east wing, and Tony’s the contractor. It’s a huge project, and I’m proud of him for doing it for free. But I’d rather he not see my new boyfriend just yet. Is Joe my boyfriend?