by JC Harroway
“Hey, you here?” I ask when I enter, but my question is met with silence. I walk through the chalet, which has traces of Brianna all over it. Her clothes are strung everywhere, but I don’t mind it. I like seeing her things in my space.
I’m about to turn my attention to the dishes as I wait for her, but a note on the counter catches my attention. I pick it up and read it. So hot I thought I’d cool down.
My pulse jumps in my chest, and I can’t help but smile as I set the paper down. As my mind races with possibilities, I remove a tie from the closet, shove it into my pocket, and hurry back outside. I lock up and practically run to the path that leads up the mountain, to my favorite, off-the-beaten-path swimming spot. In my hurry I trip over a few tree roots and scare a bunny out from beneath the underbrush.
“Sorry, little guy,” I say, need pulsing through me.
Humming reaches my ears as I approach the small lake, and my cock thickens in my shorts. I stand back from the edge of the pond, take pleasure in the sight of Brianna swimming and humming. I grin, loving this game she’s encouraging me to play with her.
Play we will.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask in a harsh tone.
She gasps at the sound of my voice and sinks into the water, up to her chin. “I could ask the same of you,” she says.
“You’re in my spot.” I glance at her clothes on the ground and bend to pick up her panties.
“I don’t see your name on it,” she says. She feigns anger and points to the slip of lace in my hands. “And put my clothes back.” I spin the panties on my finger for a moment, then shove them into my pocket. “Hey, put those back.”
“You want them, come and get them.”
“I’m naked,” she announces with a lift of her chin, portraying an innocence that turns me on even more.
“You were warned what would happen if I found you in my spot,” I say, playing along. “I told you I wouldn’t be a gentleman next time.”
Her breathing changes and she lifts from the water, just enough to expose her nipples. “I’ll scream,” she announces, her voice deep, sensual.
Heat sparks through me, and my muscles clench. “Go ahead, no one can hear you up here.”
Her wet hair falls forward, falls over her creamy skin, as she takes a slow, measured step toward the embankment. “Turn around and I’ll get out.”
I widen my feet, stand my ground. “No.” That one word and the forcefulness behind it brings lust to her eyes. “You’re invading my space. You don’t get to call the shots.”
She huffs at me, and my gaze goes to her beautiful body as she climbs from the water. “Fine, take your spot then,” she says and tries to walk past me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask and spin her back to face me. Heat crawls into her cheeks, letting me know she’s as turned on by this game as I am.
“I—”
Her words fall off as I bend my head, press my lips to hers and back her up until she’s pressed against a smooth rock. I break the kiss and inch back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks.
I let my gaze go the length of her, rake down her lush body, which is writhing, beckoning my touch. “Anything I want.” I grip her shoulder, turn her and pull my tie from my pocket. Before I secure her wrists, I put my mouth to her ear.
“Trust me?” I ask.
Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breaths. “Yes,” she murmurs without any sort of hesitation. The low rumble of her voice vibrates through me and wraps around my dick. For a fast second I feel a measure of guilt. I’d never do anything to hurt her, but I haven’t been totally honest. My omission of the truth would shatter her trust in seconds flat.
“Hands behind your back,” I say, and when she angles her head to see me, I show her the tie. Her eyes go wide, brim with the hottest flames I’ve ever seen. This take-charge girl who does things on her terms is excited about me taking care of her body, having my way with her. I’m floored by it, really, and take the responsibility seriously. For a girl who had to do almost everything on her own, it can’t be easy to just relinquish all control.
She puts her hands behind her back, and my dick thickens even more at her eagerness. “A pretty girl like you, out in these woods alone, I can’t help but think you’re looking for trouble.”
“Are you trouble?” she rasps, her voice breathless as I secure her hands, binding them loosely so she can get free if she wants to, but from the way her body is quivering, I’m guessing she doesn’t.
“Yeah, I’m trouble,” I say, putting my mouth close to her ear to breathe in her sweet scent. It tears through me, fires every nerve in my body. “And I’m going to do all kinds of dirty things to you.” Once I have her tied, I turn her to face me and step back, my gaze raking over her body once again. Her nipples are rock-hard, and my mouth waters for a taste. “You’re cooled off then?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, regarding me with suspicion, all an act, because this is what she wants.
“What if I told you I was going to make you so hot, you’re going to start panting, begging me to fuck you?”
“How...how do you plan to do that?” she asks.
Instead of answering, I say, “What if I don’t answer your pleas? What if I leave you aching for my cock, punishment for not listening?”
She gulps, her body quaking with excitement. “You wouldn’t?”
“Open your legs.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to, and you’re going to do everything I say.” I nod toward her tied arms. “It’s not like you can run.”
Her chest rises and falls as she widens her legs, and I grin at her compliance.
I step up to her, put my hand between her legs and insert one finger. Our moans merge as her hips jerk forward to force me in deeper. Her tight walls close around me, and my dick throbs against my zipper.
“Hot,” I say. “But not hot enough. Not yet, anyway.”
“Luca...” she says, and goddammit I love the sound of my name on her tongue.
I pull my finger out and she groans. Reaching over my head I pull my shirt off and drop it onto the ground before her. “On your knees,” I command. She goes down, and I tear into my shorts, releasing my dick. “Open your mouth.” Her eyes heat even more at my bossy commands as she widens her lips for me. I run my cock over her bottom lip and she whimpers. My God, seeing her on her knees like this, eager to take my cock in her mouth, is a total mind fuck. I feed her my cock, an inch at a time, and she widens her mouth even more. Gripping a fistful of her long, damp hair, I hold on as my cock slides into her throat. She chokes a little and I pull back, but she won’t have any of that. She leans into me, and I let loose a groan that frightens a bird in a nearby tree as I slide into her throat.
“Gesù,” I murmur as she fucks me with her ravenous mouth. She sucks me in, and I grow impossibly thicker. I give a low, deep groan and she inches back, my tip bobbing in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around my crown and licks the cum from my slit, and then she moans like she’s never tasted anything better. The sight of her worshipping my cock and enjoying every second of it stirs the want that I have for this woman. She continues to pleasure me, and I tug on her hair. “Brianna,” I murmur. If she doesn’t soon stop, I’m going to come down her throat and right now my dick wants—no, needs—to be inside her body.
I pull my dick from her mouth, bend down and help her to her feet. She wobbles a little and I hold her to me, and her glazed eyes flicker to my shirt as I retrieve it and toss it over my shoulder. After a quick glance around I find the perfect log to bend her over. I guide her to it, toss my top back on the ground and remove my shorts, laying them over the rough bark to protect her body from injury.
“On your knees, ass in the air,” I command, and she drops to the ground, understanding exactly how I plan to take
her—like a goddamn animal in heat. She obliges and I take a minute to look at her. Wide-open and bare. Totally handing herself over to me. She’s so perfect, and no way could I leave her hanging, begging for my cock. No, this woman, well, I want to give her everything she never knew she wanted. Those dirty words were just to heighten her arousal.
I drop down behind her, run my hand along her back and then go lower to squeeze her beautiful ass. She wiggles and I nearly shoot my load off. I run my hand between her legs and brush my finger over her wet clit to prepare her for my girth. She moves against me, her sweet ass swaying as she takes what she needs. I slide a finger into her, and she bucks against me, so damn ready for me to slam home.
“More,” she cries out, and I grip my cock, stroke it a few times and position it at her hot entrance.
I give her my crown. “Is this what you want?” I ask as her fingers twist in the binds behind her back.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “I want all of you inside of me. Fuck me, please. Hard. Punish me for invading your spot.”
I grip her hips for leverage, curl my body into hers and then drive high inside her. Breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as her tight channel squeezes me, messes with my ability to take this slow, draw it out and savor the moment.
But the way she’s moving, the dirty words on her tongue, well, a man only has so much control. I pull out and slam back home, hard, punishing, blunt strokes so raw and needy, it’s all I can do to hang on. In seconds her hot release is coating my throbbing dick, and my balls tighten.
“That’s it, fuck me just like that,” she groans, as she unleashes the animal in me. When I said she might find herself up against the Big Bad Wolf, I wasn’t kidding. Everything about this setup has brought out the beast in me. Then again maybe it’s because I know our time is almost up, and I’ve yet to get my fill of her, yet to get deep enough into her body. Gesù, will I survive this?
She begins panting, crying, and I pound into her, giving her everything, every part of me until I’m lost in her, so lost I’m not sure I’ll ever find my way out.
My eyes fall shut, suddenly overwhelmed with the intensity of our lovemaking, the loss of control that’s come over me. But when it comes to Brianna, this is all too much...yet not nearly enough. She lets loose a keening cry and comes again, all over my cock, and euphoria surges inside me as my orgasm approaches.
“I’m there,” I say. “I’m going to fill your beautiful body with my cum.”
“Yes, I want that.”
I let go and spurt high inside her, liking that I’m leaving a part of me in her when we finish here. My cock spasms again and again, pleasure rocketing through me as I hold her body to mine, never wanting to let her go, never wanting this moment to end. I hug her for a long time, and neither one of us seems to be in a hurry to move. My cock grows flaccid inside her and I sense she needs to get off her knees.
“You okay?” I whisper in her ear as I lift her and untie her hands.
She slides her arms around me. “I’m... My God, Luca. That was... What was that?”
I laugh. “That was a game and it was insanely hot.”
“I need to play games more often,” she says, her lips turning up into a sexy grin.
While I don’t deny that’s true, I hate the thought of her playing these kinds of games with someone other than me. I grab my clothes, lay them on the ground and then I settle her on them. I spread out beside her, the two of us naked, completely bare as we stare up at the sky and catch our breaths. She rolls into me, places her cheek on my chest. My heart pounds hard as she trails her finger over my damp flesh, curls the tip of it around my nipple. I cup her chin, bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her softly, passionately, and her moan of satisfaction fills me with a new kind of need that I shouldn’t let myself feel.
Goddammit, deep down I knew that after one taste, she’d ruin me for any other girl. I never should have touched her, kissed her, played sexy games with her. No, I should have stayed strong and kept my distance.
I totally fucked everything up.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Brianna
LEANING AGAINST THE BAR, I take a sip of my champagne as my gaze roams around the rooftop lounge. A mountain breeze rolls in through the open windows, and off in the distance, high above the snow peaks, darkness falls over St. Moritz. My mood should be high, euphoric even, but instead it matches the somber night sky. Amber steps up beside me. She’s saying something but my brain is on hyperdrive and my stomach is knotted so tightly, I’m having a hard time focusing.
After our lovemaking all afternoon, Luca has been acting a little distant. Both emotionally and physically. I’m not sure what’s come over him, but there’s definitely something wrong. Maybe this is his way of telling me he’s done pretending. We did after all agree to one week, and with the wedding ceremony taking place tomorrow afternoon, most will be preparing to return home, to their real lives.
The thought of going back to divorce court sits heavily on my shoulders. Maybe Luca was right. Maybe it’s not too late for me to try something else. I can’t deny that he was right about other things, too. Things like the fact that I can be with a guy for more than one night, that I might just want a family of my own. I had so much fun sitting around the table, playing board games the other night, it’s not something I’m ready to turn my back on. I think back to the young Luca from Oxford. I spent years hating him, but he’s not that guy who hurt me. He’s grown, changed, has become a caring man who’s treated me to surprises, cooked for me, taken me to heights of pleasure I’ve never before known. Would he have done all that if he didn’t care about my well-being? I think not. Which makes his sudden distance all the more confusing.
Amber says something again, and I turn to her. It was fun spending time earlier today with the girls at the spa and getting to know Summer’s friends better. I really don’t get much girl time, or have that many girlfriends, so it was a special day for me.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I ask.
“Who’s the cutie Tate and Luca are talking to?”
My gaze slides to my two favorite guys again, and I smile when I see that my cousin Alec has joined them. “That’s Alec. He couldn’t get here until today.”
“Where have you guys been hiding him?” she asks with a smack of her lips.
I laugh at that. “Watch yourself with that one, Amber. He’ll eat you alive.”
She takes a long swallow of her champagne and then grins at me. “Well now, that just makes me all the more interested.” I laugh at that. “Is he a lawyer, too?” she asks.
“No. Worse,” I say, and she snorts.
“What could be worse... Oh wow, who’s that guy?” she asks, getting sidetracked as she points to the guy sauntering into the room like he owns it.
“That’s cousin Will. Alec’s younger brother.” I wave to him and he gives me a GQ smile as he comes my way. Behind him, in walks Tate’s father, Uncle Don, and his much-younger wife.
Amber gives a low, slow whistle. “Did your family win the gene pool or something?”
I laugh at that. If only she knew the battles I had with weight when I was younger. She wouldn’t think so then.
“Bri,” Will says and bends down to kiss me on the cheek. He takes my hand, stands back and looks me over. “Still the most beautiful woman in the room, I see.”
I whack him. “Oh, cut it out.” I roll my eyes at Amber. “Don’t believe anything he says.” But that’s when I catch the way Luca is watching us. I meet his gaze, and we stare at each other. For a second I think he’s going to come over, take me into a back room somewhere and go wild on me, like he did the night I was dancing with Jared.
Why did he do that? Was it for show, to let everyone know I was his possession? Or did it stem from something else, something like jealousy? If so, could that mean he feels more for me, too? After our staring contest, he tears his ga
ze away and goes back to talking to Tate and Alec, and a giant lump fills my throat.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I say as Will and Amber wait for an introduction. “Amber, this is my cousin Will. Will, this is Amber—she’s Summer’s bridesmaid.”
As the two begin to talk, Granddad comes up to me, his friend Deloris on his arm. “Found my plus-one for the wedding,” he says with a cheeky grin.
“Hi, Deloris. Nice to see you again,” I say and take her frail hand in mine. It’s nice to see that Granddad has found someone to keep him company. And she’s not half his age like Uncle Don’s new wife. I wonder when I’ll be settling their divorce. I nearly laugh at that, even though it’s not at all funny. No, a breakup is never funny, which is why I always avoided anything serious...until now.
“Where’s your plus-one?” Granddad asks.
I fake a smile. “We’re not joined at the hip, Granddad.” I point. “He’s over there, talking to Tate and Alec.”
Granddad turns, stares at the men for a good long moment. When he looks back at me, his astute blue eyes moving slowly over my face. I catch a hint of worry lingering in the depths. I stiffen, my back pressing into the oak bar top. Oh God, is he onto us? Does he know we’ve just been pretending?
He glances at his watch. “Well, we must go mingle. Then I’d like to turn in early.” He grins at Deloris, and I shake my head. I do not want to know the details of their relationship.
“Night, Granddad,” I say and give him a kiss on the cheek.
I finish the champagne in my glass and take in the long length of Luca, who looks incredibly handsome in his suit. Is he ever going to talk to me tonight? Then again maybe he’s waiting for me to go to him. I push off the bar, but that’s when Summer comes over, a big smile on her face, oblivious to the storm raging between Luca and me.
“You ready?” she asks.
I rack my brain. What the heck am I supposed to be ready for? Oh right, girls’ night. “You bet,” I say, injecting enthusiasm into my voice that I don’t feel. This is Summer’s week and I refuse to let my emotions ruin anything for her.
