In Deep (5 page)

Triumph had never tasted sweeter. “Next time you’d better do as I tell you right away.”

The lass–
Jaidyn
snorted a defeated laugh.

“Come now, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”

When her breaths became more even, she mumbled a disbelieving “uh-huh” as she opened one eye for him.

“Jaidyn … Jaidyn.” Releasing his strong hold on her, he repeated her name as if testing it. He liked very much the sound and feel of it.

So now he had a name. He thought it meant something about an answered prayer, that she’d somehow been sent here just for him.

But that was ridiculous. Surely her name didn’t really mean anything. No, what mattered was that he’d gotten a name and the rest of her mystery would soon follow.

Kneeling, Connor pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. He could feel her eager eyes on him. Already he was rock hard and aching for her touch, but seeing her obvious desire now made him feel like he’d just risen another notch.

“Well then, Jaidyn.” When he stood, he began to slowly unbutton his breeches. Suppressing a groan as his cock finally sprang free, he purred, “My turn.”

Scrambling up, she knelt in front of him. She licked her lips and raised her hands to caress up and down his thighs. Connor could hardly stand, his knees having turned so weak just from watching her positioning herself to suck his cock.

When Jaidyn opened her mouth, he had to hold his breath not to moan. He was famished for her touch; a hunger he’d never felt before.

Her fingers trailed briefly over his cock and then her mouth was on him, eager and hot and sucking him with head-spinning strength. His fingers dove into her hair, whether for support or just to feel the silken mane. Throwing his head back, he released a gasp of pleasure, moving his hips forward to slide deeper into her throat. And as amazing as it already was, Jaidyn let him, taking in nearly all of him until her lips almost touched the base of his cock.

Something within him melted and ran hot as her lips and mouth and tongue, so wet, so delicious, drew him into her spell. His scalp rippled, his skin tickled, his breaths came in small groans as his body flushed to a fever pitch, passion raged within him, and his pleasure built with a force he’d never anticipated.

His hands fisted in her hair now, just like he’d wanted in the first place, and he took charge of the rhythm, of the intensity. He slid in deep only to glide out of her mouth faster. Scorching bolts ran up and down his spine, made him shiver and somehow at the same time burn. Desire swamped him, had him quiver and groan, and he thought the lust might drive him out of his mind.

His hips thrust forward, trying to make her mouth slide over him faster and harder. A tiny sizzling took form in his anus, coiled tight, and sprang free, rushing into his balls, then up his cock–

Jaidyn lifted her chin so she met his gaze, and their eyes locked. The world around them died and that was when Connor knew the only true reason why he’d wanted to know her name.

“Jaidyn!” he bellowed, shouting her name as he spilled his seed down her throat.

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W
hile Connor had dozed off next to her, Jaidyn couldn’t find any sleep. It had been almost two days now. There was just too much going on in her mind, too many questions that required an answer, too many restless doubts. And there was also something else that wouldn’t let her be; something pulsing and fluttering in her chest with every breath she took. Perhaps that’s why she’d allowed herself the temporary luxury of just enjoying the moment. Now that Connor had opened the door to carnal delights, Jaidyn felt giddy and completely at ease, liberated. Just short of giggling in her euphoria. And all just because of him. Connor.

Strange, but all he needed to do was ask in that exciting commanding tone he sometimes used with her and she was eager to have him. It was like his voice reached deep into her then, echoed with a vibrating hum there and she found herself helpless to resist him, eager to forget everything but being with him.

She knew it was dangerous thinking, but still, she felt so … whole, so … understood. In a way she felt safe with him. Safe was something she hadn’t felt in quite a while, and she wanted to hold on to that feeling, however fleeting.

Jaidyn didn’t know if that reaction was customary, but she didn’t want to think too deeply about it at the moment. Or of all the other things that should burden her. Later she would have to, but not now.

Jaidyn just knew that it wasn’t just the pleasure. It was Connor. They fit each other so perfectly.

And to think she’d believed herself frigid. Those doubts gnawing at her had her almost think herself less of a woman. But Madame Poivre, with her strange French accent and asinine turban that wobbled like a newborn foal when she spoke, had known.

“Frigid, are ye?” The madame snorted a laugh. “Don’t you vorry, dear. There are no frigid vomen, only dilettante men. So ’ooever told you that vas a complete botcher!”

Jaidyn wished she could place her accent, but it was odd and sounded even stranger when she murmured at her own reflection like she often did. However eccentric Madame Poivre was, she was wise as well.

Jaidyn turned to Connor. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Fighting an absurd urge to trace the serene slashes of his eyebrows with her finger, she clasped both her hands and placed them firmly under her head.

My, but he was a ruggedly handsome devil. When he smiled at her, his eyes crinkled in the corners and his whole face lit up, the austere features softening. He wasn’t just good-looking and passionate but also extremely clever. And when his smile flashed in the golden light of the candles, her heart stuttered.

The last couple of days had been a marvelous sensual blur. After lazy baths they’d fed each other fruit, cheese, bread, and roast beef, drunk wine … They’d slept in between just a little with their arms around each other. More than once, he’d slid his knee between her thighs when asleep to twist his limbs with hers more intimately. Then, when they were waiting for their exhausted bodies to recover, they told each other of incidents that had happened in their lives. She’d told him about the filly, strong-willed and haughty May Hem, whose name was her nature and that thought herself too good to be ridden by any other than Jaidyn. As a matter of fact, May Hem had rarely let anybody but her close.

They’d whispered when telling each other those stories as if they were secrets no one else was supposed to know. Or maybe they were shy with each other–and to bridge that shyness, Connor had taught her tricks in between that simply took her breath away. Cuddling, fondling, joining their bodies, sharing confidences–at least some of them. What they immersed in was perfectly normal in that small cocoon Jaidyn’s world had become. Reality was shut out, suspended, not part of her for the moment.

She felt as if she’d become something new. Not even a new person, but a new kind of being. One that was wanton and decadent and free of all of her troubles. A fairy that could become anything for the beautiful mortal who had found her. With Connor guiding her, every one of those wicked things had taken her higher into a different world and new levels of passion she’d never known existed. What they did was removed from social mores. There was nobody to censure her. Certainly not in this remote part of the world. Or in this house. Surely not here in this room.

It was a fanciful notion, and part of the reality of it was that, unless Jaidyn was completely mistaken, an intimate bond had formed between them.

She’d done the one thing Madame Poivre had told her not to do–she’d developed feelings for Connor. As horribly wrong as that was, she was all but sure that he must have feelings for her too. Not only because he’d stayed so long. But in the way he held her when he slept, cherished her body when he seduced her. Even when he used that harsh tone with her. Always, what his body did to her was in complete opposition to his stern commands. And afterward, if she proved an obedient nymph, he’d give her that beautiful smile–the smile he always gave her that felt like an effulgent sunrise.

Connor stirred next to her, drawing Jaidyn out of her reverie. Eyes still a little puffy from the short nap he’d just taken, he curled a strand of her hair behind her ear with the fingers of his upper hand. Then he took hold of the nape of her neck and guided her closer, lifting her a little.

Picking her up as if she weighed nothing, Connor lay back completely when she straddled his thighs. He rolled his hips under her, letting her feel his swelling member, and her body answered with undulating hips, her core moistening and readying for him.

“Are you sore?” His voice was a sleepy croak.

Jaidyn bit her lower lip, loath to admit it. “A little.”

“Perhaps we should do something else, then.”

An unexpected pang of disappointment exploded in her stomach and Jaidyn fought not to pout. Was she just hallucinating or was he up and ready to go another round?

“Yes.” He gave a dreamy sigh and buried the back of his head in the pillow. “Something else entirely. Show me again how you used to ride that filly of yours.”

Leaning forward and stretching on him like a lazy cat, Jaidyn purred, “Are you sure?”

Connor cocked his head and searched her face, as he had done once or twice before already, without a doubt unsure of what to think of the mischief masked in her voice. She let him wonder for a heartbeat longer.

“I used to ride her hard. And if you’re too sore … I wouldn’t want to put you through such an ordeal.”

There it was again, that lopsided grin of his. It made his midnight blue eyes sparkle, and it caused her heart to trip over itself yet again.

Rising a little off him, she braced her hands against his shoulders. Jaidyn sucked in her breath when Connor reached down to test her readiness. Then his fingers were gone and the fat plum of his member probed her entrance. Bit by bit she sank down on it, wincing once.

All the soreness was completely forgotten in the next moment. She moaned at the devastatingly slow advance. Connor gave a low rumble when he was up to the hilt in her.

Sliding herself up and down his hard member, Jaidyn began a measured, slow ride. She loved to be on top, loved to feel him thrust up against her. Simply seeing him lie beneath her had her blind with need, feeling his hard rod against her sex had still more pleasure rising within her with dizzying speed.

Connor bucked up against her. Jaidyn grabbed his shoulders for balance at his answering chuckle.

“I thought you used to give a hard ride.”

He mocked her?

Circling her hips faster, she eased him out of her only to let her core swallow him again fully. The friction incensed her further, driving her to a mindless rhythm, whipping her with the sharp pleasure taking his width into her brought.

Leaning forward, Jaidyn let her tongue snake out and curl around his earlobe. “That’s how I used to ride the chestnut filly,” she whispered, grinding her hips on his thick member.

His strong hands clamped down on her thighs. She circled her hips, rose off him, sat down again, and delighted in watching his eyes rolling up, then shutter, his head pressing into the pillow. The tendons in his neck emerged, thick ropes of restraint showing how hard he tried in vain to hold back the guttural groans of bliss–evidence of the pleasure she gave him.

The world stopped spinning. It was just the two of them, the heat they created together, the passion that drove her–both of them mad with need, the desire to crest just once more in each other’s arms.

His hands wandered up her thighs and captured her waist. His member seated so deeply, so fully in her felt divine. When he rolled his hips up to meet her halfway, she thrust back as hard as she could. He groaned every time she slid down the length of him. When he plunged into her, her own breaths were blissful moans.

The palms of his hands cupped her buttocks and Jaidyn moaned at his exploring fingers wandering down the cleft to where she ground against him. He let his fingers stay there, Jaidyn supposed, to feel her slick softness welcome his hard member only to release him, then capture him again completely.

Pausing, Jaidyn sat up completely, throwing her head back. When she began to move again, he opened his eyes. She loved the way he looked at her, his enigmatic dark blue eyes dilated with lust.

Jaidyn saw his gaze wander down to where he slid in and out of her. His hands caught her waist and held her in place, pumping his hips up against her faster. She struggled not to weep with pleasure, struggled not to crest too fast. The best she could do was hold on to him, to the pleasure, and pray that she’d last.

She gave a little yelp of surprise when Connor suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms all the way around her. His sweet mouth found the puckered pebble of one breast and engulfed it, eagerly sucking at it until a corkscrew of tiny, sizzling bolts slithered down her body and caused a fresh gush of moisture to coat him, easing his assault even more.

Jaidyn pulled him closer to her, shivering as his open teeth on her nipple added gentle abrasion to the sensation. She heard herself moan, low and deep, his thrusts coming even faster.

Before she knew what was happening, Connor flipped them around, taking charge but never leaving her warm embrace. She landed on her back, sprawled underneath him. He braced himself against the mattress and pumped into her hard, rolling his hips with long strokes that sent fire pulsing through her veins.

Alive. She felt so alive with him.

Jaidyn was close. Her body tensed, her secret muscles fluttered as if holding on to him desperately. The tension in her body coiled until it was almost excruciating. She bit her lower lip and froze, waiting for the explosion that would come any moment now.

When it crashed over her, she sucked in her breath, then let it out in a scream, barely noticing how her nails raked his shoulders as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Her orgasm ebbed by degrees and her body became pliant under his. The lust-induced blur around her cleared and Jaidyn saw Connor had once again watched her release as if it was a breathtaking spectacle, drawing out every last shiver with moderate thrusts. Now he wouldn’t hold back any longer.