Backstage (The Barter System Book 4) (11 page)

“Besides Reynold, we have three other brothers.  Consider it safe to pee in front of me.  My brothers will
literally
pee anywhere.  You’ll meet them opening night.  They’ll be sure to embarrass me.” 

He brushed his teeth as she stepped naked under the spray and soaked her hair, slicking the water back from her hairline.  She used the average products he had and looked up at him watching her through the clear glass shower door.

“You’re not coming in?” 

“I was at the same time trying to give you privacy and captivated by the view of you naked and wet in my bathroom, Mikayla.  It didn’t seem real.” 

“I don’t need privacy unless I’m on my little friend since I hate that fucker.  You’re safe for the next couple weeks and welcome to get closer to the view.” 

She opened the door and struck a dramatic pose.  He was thankful to have the control of a grown man because his body went into full chaos at the sight.  Shoving down his boxer briefs, he walked across the room.  She put her hand on his chest and took him in slowly before stepping aside so he could get in.

“I needed a minute.  You are so fucking
gorgeous
naked, Isaiah.” 

That a sweet young woman had the power to make him blush continued to fascinate him. 

She slid her palms up his slick chest and around his neck.  “I’m ashamed to say I thought your eyes were black.  Actually, they’re dark brown.  Like chocolate.  I’d commit a felony for your lashes.”  His laughter boomed in the small space and she grinned. 

Isaiah turned her to face the wall and lifted her arms above her head as he nudged her feet apart.  “Stay like that, Mikayla.”

Soaping a washcloth, he washed every inch of her body.  After all the lather rinsed away, he traced his fingers down the cleft of her ass to her pussy and massaged gently.  When she started to lower her arms, he went still. 

“Hands back where they were,” he said at her ear.

She obeyed instantly, resting her forehead on the cool tile, and he rubbed over her clit.  He enjoyed how her ass tightened in response to each stroke. 

“Stay here.” 

He left the bathroom and returned rolling on a condom.  Lifting her leg, he balanced her foot on the built-in step.  Stroking into her pussy with two fingers from behind, she gasped and pushed back.  He stopped moving instantly and she returned to the same position.

“Very good, Mikayla.” 

The strokes resumed, picking up in tempo as his other hand slipped around over her hip and lower abdomen, skating across her clit.  Her orgasm built quickly. 

“Don’t come yet, Mikayla.  Let it climb.” 

With a small whimper, she locked her body down and fought the need.  Her breathing was shallow and fast.  He kissed her shoulder, waiting until her body drew taut like a bow with her need for release. 

“Are you ready?”  She nodded with a moan.  “Good.  Come for me, pretty girl.” 

He thrust his fingers into her firmly and pressed against her clit in tight circles.  Her body spasmed hard and she rocked back from the wall, slamming into his chest. 

“Yes, oh yes.  I want you, I need you inside me.”  Her legs shook as he stroked her down.

Nuzzling her neck, he asked, “You’re sure?  Don’t you want to come again?  I’d love to taste you, lap up the slickness coating my fingers right now.”

“I want your cock, Isaiah.  Please.  I need it.” 

He lifted and turned her, keeping her back to him, and put her feet on the bench with her knees together.  The position was one of supplication but he doubted she would realize. 

Isaiah had no desire to be her Dom, despite dabbling in the lifestyle once upon a time.  Nor did he expect her to be his submissive.  He wanted to show her possibilities available to her with a man who respected her strength and didn’t abuse the fact that he was stronger still. 

Supporting her full weight with an arm across her torso, he positioned himself at her pussy and surged into her in one stroke, the wet walls working to expand to him as her cervix cupped the head. 

Her hands rested on his forearm.  “I’m so
full
like this.  More.”

Pushing her chest to the tops of her thighs so that she was in a crouch on the front balls of her feet, he wrapped his arms around her entire body and clasped his hands across her knees.  Then he set a rhythm guaranteed to work his cock across every sensitive ridge in her pussy. 

“You’re so tight and hot around me.”  Her short nails dug into the backs of his.  Ten strokes, twenty, and her body began to tremble violently.

“I-I’m coming.  So hard, please don’t stop.  Harder…I want your imprint on me.” 

He changing the angle of his thrusts and fucked her with greater force.  Her body went rigid and she screamed his name.  Pushing her wet hair to one side, he lightly gripped the muscle at her shoulder with his teeth and fucked her through the climax.

“More, Isaiah.  Please.” 

He pulled out, turned her around, and carried her from the shower to his bed.  Both of them were wet and he didn’t care.  Laying her on her back, he remained standing.  Pulling her forward roughly until her ass was at the edge, he lifted her hips high, positioned himself again, and slammed himself balls-deep. 

Mikayla moved her legs around until her feet were over his shoulders.  Bending, he held his weight on one arm and rested the other beside her head.  Staring into her eyes, he fucked down into her body with strength he’d always held in tight check. 

She reached up between them and cupped his face with a smile.  “I think your cock is in my ribs.”

Sweat mixed with water ran down his face and chest.  Jaw clenched, he commanded, “Play with your nipples and get them ready for me.  I love to watch you do that and I want to suck them.  Everything about you makes my mouth water.” 

Rolling them between her fingers and thumbs, she pulled them away from her body until they were achingly hard and distended.  Her eyes never left his. 

“I want to feel your mouth on me.” 

The offering of her breasts in her palms was impossible to deny.  He lowered her legs and pulled back to take the pink tips between his lips in turns, sucking hard and raking his teeth over them as he pulled them out and let them go. 

Her fingers were in his hair, holding him to her.  “Isaiah.  Take everything you need…you give me so much.” 

Crawling up and moving them further onto the bed, he took possession of her mouth as he returned to a pussy that throbbed hotly around him.  She clamped around his cock like a vice and he wanted to watch her on top.  Rolling to his back, carrying her with him, he watched as she started to ride. 

“You’re pussy is sucking at me, trying to keep me deep.” 

“Best place for you to be,” she replied breathlessly.

She worked back and up, forward and down, maintaining a hard and fast rhythm over him while he played with her breasts.  One of his hands drifted down to trace his thumb over her swollen clit and she climaxed, wrapping her hands around his raised knees behind her and riding him fiercely through her orgasm. 

The sight of her coming, her body completely open and exposed to him, drove him over the edge.  He met her thrusts, their bodies colliding until he came, his hands on her thighs, her name roaring from his chest.  The veins of his neck and shoulders stood out sharply with the force of the orgasm as it crashed through his body like a train. 

She returned to herself and dropped over him, her hands on either side of his head.  She rode him through every moment of ecstasy, staring into his eyes. 

“I want every drop, Isaiah.  Give it all to me.”  Holding her hips, meeting her stare, he continued to stroke up into her until he was empty.  A hard shudder worked through his body and she collapsed over his chest.  “I’m never going to get enough.  I can see it already.”

“You make me come so
hard
.  Unlike anything I’ve experienced.” 

He stroked his hands through her damp hair and over her back, gently cupping and squeezing her ass before reversing and doing it again.  Her breath was warm on the skin of his pec and one of her hands played with strands of his hair. 

“I’ve never had more than one orgasm with someone, sometimes not even one.  It was difficult for me and I thought there might be something wrong with my body.  Other women talked about sex in ways I didn’t understand.  I figured I wasn’t wired the same.  I guess I didn’t have the chemistry I needed to make it a life-changing event the way other people described it.  You
are
a life-changing event.”

“If my brain was firing properly, I’d be eloquent.  Suffice it to say, I love making you come.”

Chuckling, she raised her upper body and slowly pulled herself off him.  Jumping off the bed, she went in the bathroom and got the damp washcloth from their shower.  Kneeling beside him on the bed, she stripped away the condom and cleaned him.  He stared at her in shock. 

“What?  Should I not do this?  I have no idea.” 

He honestly didn’t know what to say.

She went back to the bathroom to clean up before returning with a towel, climbing in bed, and settling on her knees beside his torso. 

After she made a few passes over her wet hair, she dried them both before throwing the towel on the floor. 

Starting at his hair, she examined every inch of him, learning his body as she massaged him and planted kisses on his skin.  While she kneaded muscles and stroked over joints, she talked. 

It was clear immediately that he’d drastically underestimated Mikayla Johannson.

Chapter Twelve

Mikayla could see by the tension on Isaiah’s face that he was overthinking things.  She smiled and concentrated on touching him.  “You think I’m going to run off with some androgynous actor to LA or some such thing and rip your heart to shreds.  That I have no idea what I’m getting into.”

There was a crease between his eyes and the skin around his mouth was tight.  Being a man, she knew he had no intention of confessing to vulnerability. 

Her mother had always said to start something as you intend to go on.  Her daddy always instructed his girls to take the bull by the horns.  Both mottos would serve her well. 

Gliding her hands over his magnificent body, she kept her eyes on his and told him her story.  It would help him understand. 

“When I was fourteen, I fell in love with my childhood friend and adored him as only a teenage girl can.  He took my virginity, sloppily, when I was sixteen.  When I was eighteen, I walked into his barn and saw him getting a blowjob from a cheerleader at our school.  I questioned everything about myself.”

Leaning forward, she kissed the skin over his heart.  Settling back on her heels, she continued, “My junior year of college, I tried another serious relationship after two years of platonic dating.  He was an actor, livid when I got a part in a production and he didn’t.  He tried to fuck my sister and she made sure he limped away.  He’d been a little better in bed but not by much.” 

Isaiah crossed his arms behind his head and it did beautiful things to his upper body.  She traced the defined lines and zoned out for a moment.  He smiled and she shook herself.

“I met a starving artist when we moved here.  You met that loser last night.  He robbed us when we went back home to visit our parents.  Yesterday was the first time I’d seen him in over a year.”  Mikayla straddled his stomach and ran her fingertips over every single feature of his face before stroking through his damp hair. 

“The play is directly inspired by mine and my sister’s utterly failed attempts at relationships with men.”  She leaned forward and traced his lush but firm lower lip with her tongue. 

“Then you show up, looking like a fallen angel and throw like a hundred orgasms on me, Isaiah.  You fixed my block and cleared my mind completely for the first time in
years
.  Not just about the play…about everything.  Swept away all the self-doubt, the bitterness, and the loneliness I’ve carried with me for a long time.  You wiped it all clean.” 

“I’m glad.  I wanted to help you.”

“You not only help me, you
see
me.”

“Everyone sees you, Mikayla.  You’re a lighthouse.”

She shook her head.  “No, Isaiah.  People see who they think I am.” 

His palms stroked the tops of her thighs.  “What do you want them to see?”

“I’m in the play because Madeline needed me.”

“That’s not your dream.”

“No.  I’m helping her with
her
dream to become a playwright with enough success to guarantee an audience for the books she’s written.”

She’d surprised him.  “Madeline writes books?”

“It’s what she’s done all our lives.  She loves it.  Eventually, she’ll sit quietly and write, living a life
very
different than what people outside our family expect.”  She stared into his dark brown eyes.  “Her dream is extravagant compared to mine.”

Pushing her back to sit on his thighs, Isaiah sat up to bring them eye to eye.  Big, warm hands cupped her face and he didn’t push, he didn’t demand.  He simply waited. 

His patience, his stillness, gave her the confidence to share information only a small group of people knew.  She knew about him and his brother.  There was no doubt that women probably chased both of them for their money and the lifestyle they could provide. 

She needed to make sure he understood that her reasons for being with him were very different.

“Everyone in my family worked hard since we were little.  My dad inherited his father’s ranch and it was our primary source of income for most of my childhood.  Raising cattle is backbreaking, sweaty, and sometimes dangerous work.  My mom worked at the bank in town their entire marriage so we’d all have health insurance.”

Turning her hands over, she showed him the healed callouses and places where rope had cut into her skin over the years.  “I rode almost every day.  Never wore anything but Wranglers and Ropers.  My hair stayed in a ponytail.  Even then, I knew what I wanted for my future.”

His fingertips traced the long-healed scars on her hands.  She’d worked hard to soften them from what they’d been.