Intimate Illusions [The Callens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

Instead of going about fifty miles an hour, he didn’t drive over twenty. The car tilted right then left. She grabbed onto the overhead handle with one hand and the dashboard with the other. The jarring might be worse going this slow.

Ian stopped the truck. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“We might as well keep going. We have to get back somehow.”

He cut the engine and rolled down both windows. “We could walk back.”

“I’m wearing sandals.”

“Can you ride a horse in a dress?”

“I’d rather walk.”

They both got out of the truck. She was careful to watch where she stepped. There were prickles everywhere.

Ian held out his hand. “Do you want me to carry you?”

“A half mile?”

He puffed out his chest. “I can do it.”

She held out her hands to stop him, but he lifted her up anyway. Instead of going toward the house, he spun her around, set her down and kissed her hard. The adrenaline rush hadn’t settled yet, and since she was already dusty, she didn’t mind getting a bit dirtier. His hands roamed everywhere as did hers.

She leaned back to get some air. “You have a nice butt.” She squeezed his two orbs tightly.

“Sugar, everything about you is nice.” As if to prove his point, he slipped his hands under her dress and massaged both butt cheeks. “Real nice.”

His movements slowed. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened up. His tongue darted in. She could still taste a hint of the lasagna he’d just eaten. Pressing her chest against his, she held onto his shoulders. Each time he moved his hands around her ass, his chest muscles flexed. His hard cock pressed against her.

She stepped back. “We can’t. Everyone can see us.”

He grinned. “We’re only dots to them.”

“Ian.”

Her tone stopped him. He stepped away and slipped his phone from his pocket. “I’m calling Max to come pick you up. Hop in the cab.”

She wasn’t sure what he thought Max could do, but if he had an idea, she was game. Ian started the engine and drove back toward the fence.

“Max will be here in a minute. Roads are easier to drive on.”

“That’s good thinking. I appreciate the chance to try out the track, but I’ll leave the racing to you.”

He laughed. “Save me some kisses when I get back.”

Ian helped her up and over the fence. They waited by the side of the road until Max came. She climbed in and was glad Max said nothing to Ian about the rough ride.

They headed back to the house. “A little rough?”

“You can say that. I hope you have a big water tank because all I seem to do is get dirty.”

He chuckled. “You get used to it.”

* * * *

Devonne couldn’t sleep. The first day of the fashion show started tomorrow. She wasn’t nervous, just somewhat sad that the end was this near. She probably should have spent a little more time with Red and Cheri, but in all honesty, she was enjoying her time with Max and Ian too much.

Her anxiety mostly stemmed from a phone call she’d received from her store manager earlier that day. Apparently, the number of packages sent from the warehouse didn’t match what arrived in the store. She told her manager to check with the trucking company to see if something got lost in transit. After Heather settled down and said she’d call back with the information, Devonne tried to force the bad news from her mind. She failed.

What she needed was some fresh air. It didn’t matter that it was close to midnight. She grabbed a sweater and went into the kitchen. Since the lights were out, both men must already be in bed. After pouring a glass of wine, she stepped outside to the porch.

Ian was out there. “Hi.”

She shook her head. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I wish. Couldn’t sleep.”

She sat next to him on the porch. “Why?” A cold gust of wind caused goose bumps to form despite wearing what she considered a warm sweater. She rubbed her arms.

“Don’t know. Just can’t. I like to come out here and think.”

“Me, too.”

He picked up a beer and toasted her. The yellow porch light provided enough light to see him clearly.

“What happens on Monday?” She suspected he wanted to know what she was going to do after the show ended.

Maybe that was what was worrying him. Their time together was about to come to an end. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hang out for a few days. I might rent a car and see what Wyoming has to offer.”

His face brightened. “I could help.”

She was hoping one of them would volunteer. “I’d like that.”

Ian twisted toward her. “Do you think you’d consider staying in Intrigue?”

She clutched the hem of her sweater. “It’s a possibility.” She wondered what he was getting at.

“Max and I really like you. You’re the first woman we’ve met who seems to understand both of us and isn’t put off by our different ways.”

Her pulse raced. “Is that so?”

He polished off the rest of the beer, and then stood. “Let’s go inside.”

It was a bit cold out here. Maybe he wanted to continue talking. When he passed the kitchen and living room, and then took a left down the hallway, she wasn’t sure what was going on.

He stopped in front of her door, turned the handle, and guided her inside. “Ian?”

“What?” With the heel of his foot, he closed the door.

He turned her around until her back hit the door. The kiss came so fast she couldn’t react until his cock pressed against her body. He let go of her shoulders and cupped her face.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you for so long.”

“You stopping?”

“Hardly.”

Their lips met, and the intensity stirred something deep inside her. This wasn’t an
I only want to get laid
kiss. No, it was more. There was a passion that started with their mouths and traveled straight down to her belly. Her pussy caught on fire.

Their tongues practically bonded and seemed to meld together. The hunger in his grip drew her in and made her desperate for more.

She lowered her hands and popped the snaps on his shirt. He leaned back to give her some air. His mouth stayed open as if he was waiting for round two. Good thing she’d left the side lamp on. She could see the hard planes of his chest. What this man did to her body.

Needing to feel every peak and valley, she dragged her fingers from his chest down to his belly button. Since she’d traveled that far, she might as well see what else he had to offer.

He clamped onto her wrist. “You know if you go there, there’s no turning back.”

“Who says I want to go back?”

His grin turned wide. “Just checking.”

She didn’t have a chance to pop open his jeans because he grabbed her tight and kissed her again. She was barely aware when he turned her around and backpedaled her to the bed. The backs of her legs hit the comforter, and he eased her down. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her to the middle of the bed and crawled on top, making sure not so put too much pressure on her.

She delved into his mouth and latched onto his face to keep him from getting away. His hard cock pressed between her thighs. The fact they were the same height implied every part of his body lined up perfectly with hers. She couldn’t get enough of him.

Ian managed to pull away. “Wait. I want to take this slow. I need to savor your body. I’ve never wanted anyone like I’ve wanted you.”

Even though Ian Callen probably had delivered thousands of come-on lines to women, for some reason she believed this one. “Hurry.”

“No way. If you walk out of my life, I want this one night to be burned in my brain for eternity.”

“Maybe I won’t walk away.”

“I’d like to try to convince you to stay.”

“Then start convincing.” He was fun to spar with. Max might be book smart, but Ian was people smart.

Leaning up on his elbows, he brushed her hair from her face and placed butterfly kisses on her eyelids. “You are so beautiful both inside and out.”

She liked the
inside
part. “So are you.”

His eyelids lowered as he trailed kissed across her temples and down to her neck. Pinpricks of need stabbed her and traveled along her body. Needing more contact, she lifted his shirt from between them and dragged the material down his arms.

“Are you trying to get me naked?”

“Yes, but it’s taking too long.”

He sat back up and drew her knee up. With a quick flick, he tossed off one of her shoes then removed the other.

She laughed. “I was talking about you getting naked.”

“Oh. As long as I’ve started with you, I might as well continue.”

His fingers fumbled on her belt, but once he got that undone, he managed to get her out of her jeans in no time. It didn’t surprise her that he chose to leave her panties on. “Almost done.”

“It’s my turn. Can you take off your boots?”

He toed them off and dragged off his socks. “I’ll save you time.” He jumped off the bed and lowered his jeans. His big cock popped out.

“No underwear?”

“Why bother?” Before he tossed his pants on the floor, he extracted a foil packet from his pants.

“You always come prepared?”

He chuckled. “The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.”

He never took his gaze off her as he crawled back onto the bed. Maintaining eye contact, she slipped off her sweater, shirt and unhooked her bra. Instead of returning to being on top, he slipped between her legs and her pussy moistened. He traced a finger along the edge of her panties, circling her pussy several times like a lion waiting to pounce. Leave it to Ian to be slow and deliberate.

She lifted her hips to encourage him. “Come on.”

“We have all night.”

Her desire and lust needed to be fulfilled right away. If she could have reached his cock, she would have tugged on it. He’d get desperate in a hurry, she bet.

He kissed her belly as he clasped onto her waist. Bubbles of pleasure seared her skin with each touch. She threaded her fingers through his hair and loved how the silky strands caressed her palms. Needing him to play with her tits, she arched her back.

“Are they lonely?” He seemed to be enjoying this torture.

“Yes.”

He dragged a hand up her body and clasped her right tit. His callused palms tickled her nipple. She moaned, and his mouth was on her other breast in a flash. This time he wasn’t tentative. His teeth pulled the tip taut. The suction sent blasts of electric pulses down the sides of her body, and her pussy ached for some release.

She twisted her body to the side and reached under him until her hand took hold of his cock. His groan reverberated in his chest. “Be careful. I’m so damned close.”

She smiled at the edge to his tone. “I’ll be good.”
Or not
. Slowly, she squeezed him tight and drew her hand up and then down. “I want to suck on your cock.”

“I can’t let you do that.” He shifted his attention to the other breast, leaving her one nipple wet and swollen.

She tried to concentrate on playing with him, but when he fondled the first breast and nipped at the other, she got too caught up with the swirls of sensations bombarding her body. Needing the pressure on her pussy, she wrapped her legs around his torso and pressed her hips upward.

“Horny little girl, aren’t you?”

Ian had caused her to remember what it was like to want something really bad. “Just with you.”

“Can you put your legs down so I can touch you?”

She unwrapped her legs. While he continued kneading her breast, he lowered his other hand and slipped a finger into her opening. A torrent of ecstasy streaked through her, ratcheting up her need to have him. How he could take her to new heights with his mouth and one finger, she didn’t know. Finding reason was too damned hard right now with her body heating up so fast.

He slipped in another finger, and her scent perfumed the air.

“I need to taste you.”

She’d longed to hear those words. As his mouth suctioned onto her pussy, his callused palm slid over her belly and latched onto her hip. His moist breath set her on fire, but she yearned for more. Wiggling her hips, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. His fingers disappeared, and the vacancy tore her up.

“We need to get you out of these panties.”

Finally, he saw reason. She lifted her hips, and he slid them down to her knees. Once she bent her knee, he slipped them off. In a flash, his fingers dug into her thigh as he spread her legs wide. He leaned over and flicked her clit back and forth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as blistering need scorched her.

“Touch me.” Her voice cracked.

“You taste so hot.”

Her groan got lost in her throat and rumbled in her chest. She nudged his shoulders to get him to do more, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

“Let me love you my way.”