Finding Trust (Centre Games) (11 page)

“These are very cute and a huge turn-on, sweetheart, but they have to go.” Instead of responding, she merely grasped the fabric on her right hip and helped him. The panties gone, he edged down the bed and ran his hand up the inside of her satiny right thigh, stopping halfway to urge it wider, giving him full view of her soft, wet female lips and the delicious flesh and secrets they protected.

He gently ran his index finger between the dewy folds, spreading upwards and over her highly sensitive clit. Rihanna sucked in a deep, whistling breath at the perfect touch of his fingers. She felt his long erection jerk against her leg in response to her sharp intake of breath.

He wasted no further time and lowered his head to her moist heat. The erotic scent of her arousal was driving his animal characteristics nuts. It had been all afternoon, but this close to her sweet honey and he was in sensory overload. He had to taste her, learn her most intimate secrets. His tongue could be denied no longer as it settled over her clit in a tormenting rhythm that was driving her fast towards what felt like the most incredible orgasm of her life. Her hips began to involuntarily thrust up into his devouring mouth as she grew closer to the pinnacle. Sensing her increasing need, he slipped two long fingers into her impossibly hot channel and gently stroked back and forth.

The added sensation was too much and she crashed headlong into an orgasm that had her gasping for breath and violently twisting bed covers in her hands. He continued his ministration until she could take no more. Her internal muscles clenched on his long fingers.

“No more, Bray,” she panted. “I’m too sensitive.”

He pulled his mouth away from her over-sensitised clit, with one final lick before crawling back up to kiss her long and lingering on the lips. Her feminine taste and scent was all over his mouth and nose and he shared the erotic flavours with her. He was secretly pleased she didn’t object to him sharing her feminine dew. Nothing they did together should ever be wrong or uncomfortable.

He snuggled closer into her, enjoying having her come down from the heights of orgasm in his arms.

Rihanna finally managed to get her breathing back into a regular pattern but still wanted more of his wickedly delicious body. She reached out and grasped his hard length with her hand. His size was certainly impressive and if she wasn’t still in the middle of an erotic haze, she would probably have been alarmed.

She closed her hand tighter around his shaft and he reached behind and retrieved a condom from the bedside table. He rolled over onto his back and took her with him, urging her to straddle his muscular thighs.

She started to wriggle back, intending to take his rigid cock into her mouth. Before she got halfway to her target, he grabbed her hand and placed the condom in it.

“Not now, sweetheart…I don’t have that much control,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

She gave him a shy smile and took the offered condom from his hand, ripping the foil packet away with her teeth before slowly rolling the latex down his iron length.

His big hands closed around her narrow hips and urged her up and over him. His erection easily aligned with her wet channel. She slowly lowered her body down his length, an agonising inch at a time, not only giving her body a chance to adjust to the insistent invasion but to also draw out maximum pleasure for him.

She felt so full, her inner muscles stretching to accommodate his length and girth. She shuddered a couple of times with the remnant of the orgasm that had just racked her body. Or was it another one about to wash over her?

When she was finally seated all the way, he grasped her hips and urged her to move. “Ride me hard, Rihanna, I’m dying here.”

The untethered need in his voice sparked her into action. She tossed her long silky hair over her shoulder and started rolling her hips, rocking and squeezing her channel along his iron length. Her clit bumped his pelvic bone on every delicious movement.

He saw her desire flaming to life again and gritted his teeth to try to hold back the release that was threatening to crash through him. Hold on, he mentally urged himself. Just looking at how incredibly beautifully and sexy she looked sitting atop his hips was enough to drive him to distraction; coupled with the amazing sensations of her tight, hot channel, it was near impossible to maintain any control.

Knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, he reached forward and placed his thumb directly over her clit, giving her just the amount of help she needed.

“Come for me, Rih,” he pleaded between uneven breaths.

At his command, she grabbed hold of his forearm, threw back her head and screamed her release as the tidal wave washed over her again.

Her clenching channel signalled her climax and he relaxed his tight control, allowing his body the release it so desperately sought. His pulsing body was shuddering from the incredible feel of her internal squeeze. He thrashed around underneath her, gasping for breath as wave after wave of his orgasm racked through his body. She collapsed forward against his muscled chest, breathing heavy and clearly spent.

She rolled forward and buried her head between his hot and sweaty neck and chest. They lay locked in each other’s arms, totally spent and enjoying the closeness.

Chapter Seven

Sometime later, they both recovered enough to speak. Rihanna lay sated in his arms, her head resting on his broad chest.

“Wow, that was something else.” She finally broke the comfortable silence, all the while running her left hand through the fine mat of hair on Bray’s chest.

“I’m not going to argue with the facts. That was certainly something else,” he agreed.

The passion and the incredible desire to be together in every sense of the word had driven the thoughts of her situation temporarily from her mind. Just being here in bed with Brayden was a direct result of what had happened to her and her father over the last couple of days. How was it going to end and where were the six vials of the Hendra virus? The chilling fear of what the virus meant in dangerous hands was just too scary to contemplate.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he finally asked. Clearly, while Rihanna may physically be with him in bed, her mind had started to wander into territory that was not so attractive.

“Just thinking about this situation and where it’s all going to end up. It truly terrifies me to even think about where that virus might be now. In the wrong hands, it could literally wipe out thousands of people.”

Her concern for others appealed to his sense of righteousness.

“I know, Minky; it terrifies me, too. But you gotta believe the team will find the guys responsible.”

“What if they don’t?”

“Well then, a lot of people are going to get seriously sick and probably half of them will die.” He pushed away from her, turned and rested above her in a push-up like position.

“You can’t let it get to you. If you think the bad stuff will happen—then it will.”

“How can you be so sure?” she questioned, taken back by his attitude.

“I’m not…I just know how good my team is.” He rolled to the side and dragged her half across his body.

His words pissed her off big time.

“Good for you. I don’t know them from Adam.” She tried to pull away, annoyed at his apparent blind optimism. “And less than forty-eight hours ago I was just a boring vet doing an important research project.”

“You were never just a boring vet.”

“Huh, little you know.”

“Minky, you’re about the hottest thing I can remember and I’m fast coming to the conclusion that this conversation is not going anywhere good. So I’m thinking we need to change the scenery and get back to where we were.”

She was about to protest but he was quicker and, anticipating her objection, cut her off with a kiss.

“It’ll all still be there in the morning, honey. Your dad will be awake and you can talk to him. My boss will have our latest orders and we’ll go from there. But nothing is going to take away what we started tonight. So let’s just enjoy it for what it is, and let tomorrow take care of itself.”

With that, he rolled from the bed and held a hand out to her. She hesitated momentarily but soon came to the same conclusion he had articulated and placed her hand in his, accepting the assist from the bed he offered.

There really wasn’t anything further that they could do tonight. And who did know what tomorrow would bring? So wasn’t she best to enjoy the night for what it was? If only she really knew where this was heading…

He led her to the spacious bathroom adjoining his bedroom; it was all white tile and chrome fittings with highlights of blue and green in a border of glass tiles that ran around the room. He turned and lifted her effortlessly onto the granite counter between the his-and-hers basins.

He turned his back and moved to the toilet section of the bathroom, which was tucked discreetly behind a false wall, no doubt to take care of the condom.

“Don’t move that sexy butt from that counter or there will be trouble…” he said with enough menace to have her thinking about him. Obviously he was still unconvinced that she would not bolt back into contemplation of the situation without a firm reminder from him about remaining in the here and now.

He flushed the toilet and returned to her, giving her a quick but thorough kiss on the lips. Just when she was wanting more, he pulled gently away and reached into the cupboard under the sink nearest her. He pulled out a navy blue washcloth and proceeded to run it under the tap. He adjusted the flick mixer to the temperature and rinsed the washcloth out. He then rung out the washcloth and moved back in front of her.

“Here, let me clean you up a bit before I have the pleasure of getting down and dirty with you again.”

He gently wiped the cloth between her legs and nudged her legs wider apart with his hands. He put his mouth to good use and sought hers for a kiss before pulling her up into his arms.

She let out a surprised squeal as she tightly looped her arms around his neck, bringing their naked bodies even closer together.

“Come on, we haven’t had dessert yet and I think some fruit and whipped cream would be just the thing,” he said with a wolfish look.

He strode through the open-plan living area with her, out the French doors and onto the veranda, where he gently placed her on one of the reclining outdoor lounge chairs.

She immediately tried to curl up to minimise her nakedness in the cooling evening. He sensed it was a combination of being naked in his presence in a setting other than the bedroom as much as the slight chill from the evening. Thoughtfully, he reached across to a stack of brightly coloured beach towels and tossed a couple at her. He snagged one for himself and wound it around his hips.

“Here, keep warm while I go grab some dessert.” With that, he turned and disappeared back into the kitchen. Evidently, she was not as comfortable with her nudity as he was.

There was a few seconds of silence between them before he thought to start up a conversation. The last thing he wanted her doing was more thinking.

“So tell me—do you like strawberries, nectarines, peaches and cherries?” He sure hoped so, as he was pulling together a huge plate from the refrigerator.

“Yes to all of those. I prefer peaches without the skins, though.”

“You seriously think I’m going to peel the peaches?” he yelled through the glass.

“Well, you are the host and seemed to be offering…”she trailed off coyly.

His response was a playful laugh.

“For you, Minky, I’ll take the skins off.”

Feeling guilty about lazing around while he was clearly working in the kitchen and also feeling somewhat uncomfortable with her nakedness on the lounge chair, she decided to wrap the towel around herself sarong style and help him out.

He immediately noticed her coming through the door and raised his head from concentrating on the nimble slicing he was doing.

“You’re supposed to be out there relaxing before I have my wicked way with you again,” he said devilishly with a huge grin on his face.

She just smirked and went to round the bench before he directed her into one of the stools at the bench.

“You can be my official taste-tester. How about that?”

With that, he reached over towards her mouth with a succulent-looking strawberry. She bit into it while he held onto the green leafy stalk.

“Mmmm, yum,” she groaned, catching a few drops of juice sliding down her chin with her hand.

He was looking at her expectantly and very turned on. “Well, it is sooo sweet.” Without saying anything else, he gave her another piece of fruit, this time a very juicy slice of nectarine, and watched her repeat the process. In her attempt to not touch his fingers too much with her mouth, she ended up with more juice dripping onto her chin. This time he couldn’t resist.

He caught her hand before she had the chance to wipe it away and instead licked the drops from her creamy skin. Bray made a show of tasting the drops as if they were the finest wine before he proclaimed, “Well, I have to agree—totally sweet.” And after a pause, “Very hot, too.”

Feeling very naughty at his reaction to the strawberry and nectarine, Rihanna pushed her luck a little further.

“I thought you were promising whipped cream?” she asked in a very sultry voice.

Not missing her meaning at all, he commented with a quick, “I do believe I did,” while turning to the refrigerator. After rummaging around in there for a few seconds, he came back with a white container with a plastic lid.

“Even better than whipped cream—double cream,” he announced, clearly happy with his find.

“What sort of guy has double cream in his fridge?” she asked, clearly perplexed at his find.

“The sort that loves cream, babe, and even more than that, I am so going to love sharing it with you.” He put a lot of sexy emphasis on the
babe
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“Don’t think I’m going to love the calories on my hips, Bray.”

“It’s calorie-free cream,” he responded. When her look told him she was not convinced, he continued, “Well, it will be after we get through what I have in mind.”

He grabbed a couple of forks, a spoon, and something else she couldn’t quite see, along with the plate and cream.

“Lead the way, Minky. Let’s go out and eat our dessert.”

Not needing any further encouragement, she headed straight back out to the reclining lounges. He waited till she was about to sit down when he reminded her about the towel.

“Loosen the towel, sweetheart; you’re not going to need it for long.” He gave her a very pointed look as he placed the fruit feast on the table between the two lounges and moved to loosen the towel around his own narrow hips.

Once she was seated comfortably in the chair with the towel strategically covering her breasts and nether region, he stretched a long leg over the chair and straddled its width, seating himself in the middle. He lifted her legs and moved forward so they shimmied down over his right hip and thigh.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

She didn’t answer, but rather shot him a knowing smile. Oh, she was comfortable alright. Anticipating round two like nothing on earth but comfortable.

He leant over and selected some fruit from the plate and put a big dollop of the very thick cream on top.

“Open for me, Minky.”

She did as he wanted and was rewarded with a wedge of summer sweet peach and incredibly rich cream. Mmmm, it was so delicious. Better than she could ever remember fruit and cream tasting or was it just because she was being fed by Brayden?

She must have let out a happy groan of pleasure because his eyes heated and he leaned forward and locked his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue in to enjoy the residual sweetness that had obviously pleased her.

“The fruit tastes even better from your mouth,” he commented as he leaned over to load up another forkful of dessert treats.

Again he offered the fruit and again she opened her mouth and enjoyed every morsel.

Realising that Bray had yet to eat any of the fruit but seemed content to feed her, she reached over and snagged a plump strawberry and dragged it through the double cream.

She turned and offered it to him. He immediately leant forward and wrapped his beautifully carved lips around the fruit and sucked the red flesh from the green stalk. He then leant forward and kissed her deeply, making sure she could still taste the remnants of the strawberry juice in his mouth.

She reached behind his head and pulled him deeper into her mouth. His tongue invaded her mouth and started slowly twisting and sliding against hers. As they gradually broke apart with several playful pecks, she decided she needed more and leaned forward towards him, hoping to attach her body to him.

He immediately realised what she wanted but the way they were sitting on the lounge would not allow them to get as close as they needed to.

So he reached around and pulled her close to him to support her back while his other hand adjusted the lever, moving the back of the chair to the fully reclined position.

“I hope this chair is strong enough for both of us,” she mentioned as she allowed him to guide her right back into the chair.

“Don’t worry, Rihanna, it’s very sturdy. I hate furniture that can’t cope with me lazing all over.”

While he was talking, he was busy doing something on the tray. Quickly, she knew exactly what he had been busy doing. Brayden was painting the double cream all over her nipples and breasts.

The sensation was making her even hotter and she could barely lie still while he took his sweet time finishing his masterpiece.

“Now this is more my sort of dessert,” he said before he proceeded to lick and suck the cream from her breasts. The sensation of his insistent mouth nearly drove her to distraction. She could feel the orgasm rising within her and wanting to bubble over.

Bray suspected what sort of response he might get from her when he devised his dessert plan but he wasn’t expecting her to nearly orgasm from just his mouth on her breasts. Her breathing was becoming a fast pant and he knew she was close to the edge; he hadn’t even slipped his hand anywhere near her warm pussy that absolutely reeked of her warm feminine honey.

She was gripping the back of his head with one hand, starting to tug harder on his thick hair. The other hand was closing almost painfully over his shoulder. When he knew she could take it no more, he slid his hand between them and plunged two fingers into her drenched channel. Just to prove his point, he grazed his thumb over her clit and she exploded in his arms.