Heather Rainier (16 page)

“I’m imagining you in your nipple clamps. What did you do next?”

“I lit candles, turned off the lamps, and got into bed.”

“Naked?”

Jayne giggled, beginning to get into the spirit of their sexy conversation. Part of her couldn’t believe she was talking about playing with herself, and the rest of her was unbelievably turned on and wondering if she’d also enjoy talking dirty. “Yes, naked. The light was dim and the scent from the candles was sexy. I pulled the covers all the way down, lay on the bed, and spread my legs.”

Seth’s eyelids slid shut and he leaned down to press a hot kiss to her shoulder above the neckline of her top. “Go on, storyteller.”

Her heart contracted with delight at his words. “My pussy was so wet from thinking of you, I didn’t need any lube.” She’d been practically dripping by the time she’d opened her legs. “I thought of you, imagining what you’d look like, naked in the candlelight with me.”

“Oh, fuck.” His husky words were drawn out on a groan. His cock was hard and very large, insistent against her abdomen, and her pussy trembled at the thought of being filled tight with his big, hot organ. Sizzling arousal, mixed with a tiny bit of fear for this first experience, filled her, and she hoped that tonight was the night.

“I slid my nipple clamps onto my nipples, nice and tight so they stung, and I felt them with every move I made.” The tension built up in her body as she imagined it along with him. “I slid my fingertips between my pussy lips and stroked my clit, fantasizing that it was your fingers touching me, kissing me…licking me. I turned on my vibrator and rubbed my clit.”

“How did it feel?”

“It made my pussy ache, like I needed to be filled inside. The tension was very exciting, and I had to be careful because I was panting. I didn’t want to be overheard. I rubbed the vibrator up and down my cleft, teasing my clit.” The writer in her was definitely coming to the forefront as she told her story.

“Did you slide it into your sweet pussy?”

“No. Never. I’ve been tempted. I wanted to but…”

His voice was deep and sounded needy as he asked, “But what?”

“I wanted you inside me. Nothing else would do…
will
do. I want you.”

“Holy fuck, Jayne. I want you too.” His hands trembled as he slid them up and down her back.

“I need you.” Her heart thudded at the desire that burned in his eyes as he looked down at her. He was taller than her, and in his arms she felt encompassed. Protected. And very much desired. It was a heady, powerful sensation.

“What next?”

“I teased my opening with the vibrator, imagining your cock nudging me, ready to slide inside my cunt.” That wasn’t a word she used in everyday conversation, but it had a direct effect on Seth. She felt him shudder and noticed he’d broken a sweat on his forehead and upper lip. The angles of his face were shadowed, but his expression was intense.

Using her imagination, she could feel the vibrating intensity of the toy at her dripping cunt, poised to plunge inside. She’d held back only because she truly wanted to save her body for him but also because she hadn’t come
this far
to lose the vestige of her purity right when she’d found the man she wanted to give it to more than anything. The vibrating tension built higher and higher as she spoke in a panting voice. “I teased my clit until my body couldn’t bear the tension a second longer and just when I thought I might scream—”

He changed direction in the dance, his thigh sliding between hers for a perfectly timed moment, rubbing against her pussy with the rhythm of the song.

“You came for me.”

“Oh, God, yes, yes—” The orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly, stealing her breath as he crushed her lips with his, drowning out her deep moan of pleasure as her cunt rippled powerfully in climax. If he hadn’t been holding on to her, she’d have fallen to the floor. She clenched her hands where she held on to him, praying that nobody had heard her as her heart galloped in her chest and her legs went weak. “Oh, Seth—”

“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” She glanced around, but he tilted her face back to look at him and kissed her again. “It’s all right. You missed a dance step but nobody noticed. You okay?” The lustful gleam in his eyes made her limbs tremble even more, and then she remembered that his need for relief was just as great as hers. Judging by the heat in his blue gaze, he was still waiting for release. “Let’s get you back to the table.”

“Do you want to leave? I know you need…”

Seth guided her through the crowd. Leaning close as she sat down in her tall chair, he murmured, “Yes, I need you, but I’ve got better control than that. I won’t hurry through making love to you the first time. Let’s relax and catch our breath for a few minutes, Miss Storyteller.” He took his seat beside her.

Jayne giggled. “You liked my story?”

Seth tugged her hand from her lap and surreptitiously slid her palm along his erection. “You’re a very good storyteller. I want to make it a reality like you would not believe.”

The tension built up in her core again. “Me, too.”

Jayne sipped the fresh Coke the waitress brought her and chatted with Lucy when she returned to their table with her handsome, persistent dance partner. Every time Jayne looked in Seth’s direction, she found him watching her, and the heat from his gaze would shimmer in sensual little rivulets over her skin. She was enjoying the evening, but part of her also wanted to get out of that place, and get naked with him for the first time. Of course, she’d been naked around him before. Nearly naked, anyway.

She hoped that her body met with his approval. She remembered his compliments the night of the first tattoo session, and that bolstered her confidence a little. She wondered if what she lacked in sexual experience she could make up for with imagination. She also wondered how her amateur sex scenes would read after the night was over. Had she been able to accurately communicate an act that she’d never personally experienced?

At one point he must’ve sensed her tension because his hand slid under her hair, and he kneaded the nape of her neck and her shoulders, which had grown a bit tense.

While Lucy chattered on, he leaned over and whispered, “Relax. You have nothing to be worried about.”

She gazed up at him, and the desire burning in his eyes was tempered with a deeper emotion she couldn’t pinpoint but made her want to curl up into his lap.

A faster-paced song started, and someone nearby called out, “Jayne!”

Pulling her attention from Seth, she looked around and found Charity and Grace waving her over and pointing toward the dance floor.

Grace called out, “Girls’ dance!” and did a little shimmy, which made her husbands, Jack Warner, Ethan Grant, and Adam Davis, grin appreciatively. Adam brushed her long, golden curls from her shoulder and whispered something in her ear, which made her giggle, and then she jumped as though he’d goosed her.

Jayne noticed that Grace and Charity, tugging Jayne’s mom along with them, weren’t the only women heading toward the dance floor. Lily Cook, Maya Warner, Summer Webster, and her sister, Margot, were already dancing before they’d even reached it. Trace Adkins’s voice came over the sound system, and Jayne recognized “Them Lips On Mine.”

“Have fun, baby,” Seth said as he kissed the top of her hand and helped her down.

Rachel Wolf locked arms with her as she followed the female throng, which more or less took over the dance floor. The beat throbbed through her body as she moved to the music, still a little unsure of herself. Teresa waved at her as she and another blonde, whom Jayne very vaguely remembered from her drunken debacle the weekend before, joined them on the dance floor.

Surrounded by women who were fast becoming her friends, she glanced across the crowd at Seth to find him watching her. Even from across the club, she could see the heat and possession in his gaze as he rose from his chair, along with some of the other protective husbands and boyfriends of the women dancing with her. She noticed the admiring looks he garnered unknowingly from women seated at the surrounding tables. He might be the one watching over her but she smiled when an errant thought came to mind.
He’s mine.

The beat of the music pulsated in the air as Seth watched Jayne shake off her inhibitions on the dance floor. He’d been hard since their slow dance earlier, which had been a test of his will as he’d felt the shudders of orgasm ripple through her. Her responsiveness amazed him. She didn’t demand anything from him, but something about her made him want to give her whatever she desired. He enjoyed watching her have fun on the dance floor with her friends, but the swaying of her hips and the seductive way she moved reminded him that while she might be innocent, she was all woman underneath that outfit.

He peered around the club and realized he’d moved half the distance from their table to the dance floor. Looking around the room, he noted that the husbands and fiancés of several of the women stood watching their women with possessive gleams in their eyes.

Eli Wolf seemed particularly territorial as he stood at the perimeter of the dance floor watching his wife, Rachel. She’d edged over until she danced right in front of him, brushing her body against his with an equally territorial fire in her eyes. Seth also noticed that Jake Redman and his friend Gil James both stood nearby, watching Margot. The symmetry of that apparently new ménage relationship brought a smile to his face. Jake kept Margot on her toes in what seemed at times to be a volatile relationship, while Gil, foreman at the Rockin’ C Ranch, was about as laid back as they came and seemed to be gifted at setting her at ease. Margot smiled at both men alluringly.

Settling his eyes back on Jayne, Seth groaned as his temptress kissed fingertips on both hands and then slid them over her cleavage and down her torso, separating them a second before they reached the apex of her thighs to slide around her hips.

Holy shit.

His cock grew rock hard as she held his gaze prisoner, watching her hands as they traveled all over her body. She tilted her head back, making her shiny, reddish-brown curls swing behind her, and the lights on the dance floor illuminated her face for a brief moment as she bit her lower lip. He gritted his teeth as he envisioned that same rapt expression on her face while she straddled his hips with his dick buried to the root inside her. He could practically feel her satiny thighs and buttocks under his hands as he helped her.

The first time he’d seen her naked, he’d still considered her off-limits. He hadn’t wanted to be the one who left her with memories she might regret years from then but his outlook had changed. He wanted to be the man she thought of when she relived memories of her first time. He glanced at the men he now called friends watching their ladies, and felt like one of them. She was his, and he planned to claim her the moment the song ended.

As the music faded, Jayne smiled at him, her cheeks rosy and her eyes alight with a mixture of desire, need, and some other emotion. Instead of just taking his hand, she went straight into his arms and looked up at him as people moved past them to their tables. He realized then that what he’d seen in her eyes was trust. She was just as ready to leave as he was.

A male shout, a feminine cry, and the meaty thwack of a fist meeting flesh reached them across the throng, signaling that a testosterone overload was breaking out on the other side of the club. Seth watched as several people went down like a row of dominos. He turned and put his body between her and the surging crowd and made his way to their table near the door. “Stay put.”

“Seth, my mom and Lucy are in that.” She made as if to follow him but he stopped her.

“Stay here and I’ll be right back.”

He rushed back toward the group as Jake Redman emerged with Margot, who was arguing with him. “Jake, my sister is in there.”

With his hands on her shoulders, Jake halted her return to the dance floor. “Sugar britches, Ace and Kemp are helping Summer right now.”

Margot’s jaw jutted stubbornly. “I told you not to call me that, damn it.” Gil James joined them and directed Margot to the group that was growing a safe distance away at their table.

Shouting continued on the other side of the dance floor and fists flew as Eli Wolf directed Rachel over to Jayne, and then the former nightclub bouncer waded into the fracas. More people toppled, and Seth’s worry increased because he didn’t see Jayne’s mother and his sister. Finally, he spotted them with several other unknown women trapped against the mirrored wall at the rear of the dance floor.

Grace’s husband, Adam Davis, and Seth reached them just as the brawl surged in that direction. They shielded the ladies from the angry combatants as they threw blind punches. Seth grabbed Jayne’s mom and turned her, blocking a blow that would’ve landed square in her face, taking it in his shoulder instead. He and Adam cleared a path and directed all the women to safety. He turned at movement near the floor to his right and crouched down to help Teresa Martinez and the familiar blonde who’d come in with Teresa, Angel, and Joaquin earlier in the evening. Joaquin arrived at the same moment, breathing hard as though he’d moved several men to get to them. Joaquin helped Teresa, and Seth helped the blonde, who appeared to be limping.

At the edge of the dance floor, Teresa patted her friend’s back. “Gwen, are you all right?”