Forty-Eight Hour Burn (7 page)

“Did you have any trouble getting off today?” Randy asked as he gathered her hair in his hand to wring out the excess water.

Georgia thought the answer to that seemed obvious until she realized he meant getting off from work rather than the sexual form of getting off. She heard him chuckle behind her, saw Gavin’s lips twitch despite the muscle she now noticed jumping in his jaw, and giggled herself.

“Dirty-minded woman,” Randy muttered. “What are we going to do with you?”

“I’m sure you’ll find no problems figuring out thousands of creative and exciting things.” She reached a hand back to find his nape and pulled his head down over her shoulder for a quick kiss. “No, I was due a day off, and Fridays are generally overstaffed, anyway. I’m sure they will get along fine without me until Monday.”

“All done.” Gavin shut off the water and stepped out of the shower.

Georgia exchanged a look with Randy, but she couldn’t read his expression. She really didn’t have to. Gavin got his back up because Randy brought up her job because she talked of returning to it on Monday. Gavin didn’t want her working. She already knew that. Randy, however, didn’t seem to mind. Could she find the partner she needed in Randy after all, one who would help her convince Gavin to see a compromise?

Hope bloomed as she followed Gavin out of the shower and allowed him to dry her. “We have a fieldtrip to the zoo scheduled for Monday,” she told them, testing the metaphorical waters to see how far Gavin would let her go with her talk. “Little Peggy Cramer—I’m sure you know her parents, Bill and Marcia—she’s so excited. She’s one of my favorites at the daycare. I know we aren’t supposed to pick favorites, and we shouldn’t get too close to the kids, but I can’t help it sometimes. They become so special to my heart. I really miss them when I’m not there.”

“Like today?” Gavin’s tone didn’t hold any inflection as he hung the towel on the rack.

“Well, I can’t say I’ve had time to miss any of the children today.” A pang of guilt shot through her belly.

Randy took a brush from the vanity drawer and began gently removing the tangles from her hair. “That means we’re doing our job.”

Georgia giggled. “Yes, I suppose it does.” Her tummy gave a loud growl, and she winced.

Gavin lifted a brow. “It sounds to me like we’re slacking, my man. The lady is getting hungry.”

“I’m on it.” Randy moved around them to snag a pair of sweatpants off a hook and pull them on. “I’ll get the food cooking while you two finish up here.”

Georgia waited until she heard Randy’s footsteps fade before she turned her attention to Gavin and let her gaze fall slowly down to his mouth-watering cock. She drew her lip between her teeth as much in thought as to keep the drool from slipping down her chin.

“Is there a problem?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. A very obvious one, if you ask me.” She pulled her gaze up to meet his. “You haven’t come yet. I’m wondering why not.”

“How” would likely be a better question. He sat in the truck while Randy did things to her nipples, all the while keeping up the vibrations of the egg in her pussy. He stood aside and watched as she sucked Randy’s cock until the man came down her throat. He bathed her, dried her, rubbed his body against hers until she became hot and ready to go again. Still, Gavin didn’t lose control. What would it take, she wondered, to make the man break?

Boldly, Georgia trailed the tip of her fingernail down the center of his chest. “You’ve had your shower now, Gavin.” She put a sex kitten purr to her tone. “You’re clean, you’re dry, you’re ready, and still you aren’t touching me.”

Chapter Four

Christ Almighty, not because he didn’t want to.

He was dying for her. The need to feel her, taste her, and yes, touch her tortured his senses to the point of sheer madness. His chest sizzled where she tickled her fingernail down his flesh. It burned as if slashed open with a knife, creating a gaping wound for her to crawl inside.

She already had long ago. She crawled inside his chest, his heart, his very soul and possessed him with a finality that left him ruined for anyone else. Another man, any normal man, would have already taken her for his bride. Gavin knew his desires, his needs made him anything but a normal man. Not that Georgia could be defined a as normal woman. She craved what he could give her, longed to be claimed by him. He saw it in her eyes, heard it in her voice, felt it in her touch.

“I have my reasons for not touching you now.” If only he could remember them. When she looked at him like that, all sex-pot and wicked and ready to jump his bones, he couldn’t seem to bring to mind a single one.

Her hand flattened on his chest as she closed the minute distance he had put between them. “I don’t suppose you would care to share them.”

Her hardened nipples brushed his chest, sending a zing straight to his cock. It took every ounce of his restraint not to let the way she affected him show. Control was everything. He knew that. He learned the lesson the hard way from his dominatrix trainer. By the time she finished with him, he never came remotely close to losing his hold again. Then, he met Georgia.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He gazed into her angelic face and knew, if not the specific reasons, the general purpose of them at least. Georgia. They were all for her pleasure, her fulfillment. Everything was all about her, always. He would show her, claim her, and, God willing, she would stay when tomorrow came.

She rose to her tiptoes and grazed her teeth along his jaw. “I want to find out now.” Her hand on his chest dropped south on a direct course to his cock.

Gavin clinched his teeth together in an effort to keep from kissing her. He balled his hands into fists at his sides, knowing if he touched her it would be all over.

“You told me not to be afraid to ask for what I want.”

“You were also told we might not give it to you right away.”

“Would you really deny me after all this time?” Her lips peppered a path down his neck to his collarbone, lower. She looked up at him from beneath long lashes as her mouth closed over his nipple.

He flinched, his pec flexing beneath the quick rake of her satiny tongue. “Sonuvabitch.”

“Mmm, I wondered if a man’s nipples are as sensitive as a woman’s.” Her teeth scraped the hardened tip. He sucked in a quick breath and felt her lips curve in a devious grin. “I guess I got my answer. How long have we waited,
wanted
to be right here, Gavin?”

Her boldness both surprised and pleased him. He knew she had it in spades, but she didn’t often allow it to show. When she did, she actually embarrassed herself. Not so now, obviously. Her fingers curled around his cock as her tongue flicked his nipple to a hardened point. He couldn’t let her get away with these brash actions for long, but, now and then, he could allow her to play.

“Too long,” he answered her through tightly gritted teeth. “I would never deny you anything for long, either. I’m sure you know that.”

She looked up at him again, triumph sparking in her eyes. Her fingers squeezed on his shaft, and he had to think of PSI equations in relation to the height and heat of a flame to keep from blowing his wad in her palm.

“I want you.” She turned her attention to his other nipple, sucking it between her lips and rolling it as she started a slow, methodical stoke of his shaft.

More out of reflex than thought, Gavin fisted a hand in the back of her hair. She gasped and increased the pressure of her strokes. “You have me, darlin’.” She held his heart, his
life
as securely as her grasp on his cock. “Stroke it.” His voice turned to a hard rasp as her fingers trailed down the rigid length of his erection. “Show me how good you are with that wicked hand.”

“I would rather have you inside me.” Despite her want, she followed his order, sliding her fisted hand up and down his shaft, faster, harder. Damn, his vision laced in a haze of pleasure. “Wouldn’t you? I’m burning for you, Gavin. I want to feel you inside me.”

Gavin held her steady with one hand fisted in her hair as he reached around her with his free hand to cup the graceful curve of her ass. He separated her cheeks, slipping finger over the top of the narrow crevice and following the trail to the hidden entrance of her anus.

He watched her, saw her eyes widen, and knew without asking he touched a part of her never before explored. Her hand stilled on his cock as excitement-laced fear passed through the blue depths of her eyes. His tortured balls seized in agony to feel those tight muscles squeezing the life out of his cock.

“Are you sure, Georgia?” He covered her innocent hole with the pad of his finger and applied just enough pressure to make her catch her breath. She trembled in his arms, fear and excitement racing over her face and fueling his need. “This is where I want to be inside you.” Her soft whimper gave weight to the fear. The way her hips pushed back against his touch gave evidence of her desire to feel more.

“Has this firm, precious ass ever been fucked, darlin’? Has it ever been pleasured?” He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it. The possessive devil inside him needed to know he would be the first inside the most secretive wonder of her tantalizing body.

She shook her head vehemently. Her lips quivered with her answer. “No.”

Stupid relief crashed into a stream of delight that flowed through his very soul. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, knew of the boys she had given herself to in college. He didn’t fault her for that. She deserved to experiment, to discover that the tame style of love making most men supplied would never do it for her.

“You will tonight,” he told her softly, hoping she heard the words as a promise and not a threat. He didn’t want her afraid. He wanted her ready.

She shook her head nervously. Her vixen tongue glided across her trembling bottom lip. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Gavin dipped his head, taking her mouth in a heated kiss. His senses reeled over the wild taste of her arousal, over the primal need to caress the deepest part of the receptive cavity beneath the pad of his finger. He felt the tight ring of muscles flex, sucking at his finger, drawing it just a little bit inside. His arm muscles tensed in his fight to hold back, to resist the pull to breach that tender hole.

“I meant every word of that promise,” he said against her lips. He massaged her puckering hold, feeling the muscles start to give under his caress. “I would never hurt you, Georgia.” He wanted only to protect her. The demands he made of her, the things he required in return for them being together after tonight, were for her protection as well as his very sanity. He loved her far too much to ever cause her pain, to ever allow anyone else to harm her in any way. She would know only pleasure at his touch, only pleasure in a life with him.

Slowly, he pressed a little harder, letting his finger dip inside to the first knuckle. Her eyes slammed shut, her breath hitching as a mewling cry left her pursed lips. He painted a small circle along the inner wall of her anus, petting the tender flesh, coaxing it to allow him a deeper entrance he didn’t yet take.

“That hurts.” She sounded weak, uncertain of the alien pleasure surging through her system.

“Are you sure?” Gavin withdrew and scooped the pre-cum off the head of his cock with the same finger he then returned to her anus. He used the pre-cum to lube her hole, circling the outer rim before easing inside once more. “Are you sure it’s not just a little uncomfortable? Your ass is sucking at my finger, darlin’. If I let it, your lithe little body would draw my finger in all the way. The burn you feel, it’s your body’s way of readying itself for me, for my finger, my cock. Don’t fight it.”

He felt her relax a fraction, the sudden loosening causing his finger to slide effortlessly inside another inch. Her eyes opened, and he nearly drowned in the darkened whirlpool of lusting pleasure.

“Stroke my cock, Georgia.” He wiggled his finger, circling her inner walls, stretching her questing anus for the invasion he planned later. “Make me come for you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She hissed the word as her hand started to move, tentatively at first and then gaining in pressure and rhythm. When her hips started to sway in the next second, he nearly knew his undoing.

Gavin rested his forehead on hers, his breath growing as ragged as hers. He wanted to pump his finger inside her tight ass, wanting to give her the penetration her grinding hips sought. He fought it. He hadn’t lubed her enough, hadn’t prepared her enough for the probing he longed to give her.

“That doesn’t hurt, does it?” He struggled to stay gentle, to work her clinching entrance into accepting his finger. She would come soon. He could sense it in the way she moved, in the rapid beat of her heart against his chest, in the brisk movements of her hand up and down his cock. She would come soon, but she would annihilate him first. “Answer me, Georgia.”

“N-not really, but your cock is bigger, wider, longer.”

“Yes it is. I’ll make sure you’re ready for it first. Randy and I will prepare you.” But he would fuck her. He shared claim with Randy, but the first conquer of her forbidden treasure belonged to him.

“How?” She yanked his cock faster, pulling a ragged growl from his throat.