Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series (28 page)

Gently he moves his hand up and down her
thigh, skimming across her skin tenderly with his fingertips. The
searing heat of his touch drives her wild and makes her heart
pounds against her chest. She’s one giant ball of sexual arousal
and she’s certain that if he was to move his hand a little further
north… she would orgasm instantly. She’s confident now, beyond a
doubt, that she has made the right decision. Ethan is meant to be
the one. Trying to reassure him that she fully understands and
accepts what he’s telling her, she confesses her own secret
desires. “I want that too. I have fantasies of reluctance and
resistance. But then, I’m sure you figured that out already. We’re
not so different in our desires, Ethan. I can handle it, just maybe
not all the time.”

Her answer sends a scalding thrill through
his body. Is it possible that he has finally met the perfect girl
for him? He’ll have to work really hard at not fucking this up.
Pressing his finger under her chin, he gently forces her to raise
her gaze and look at him. “Are you sure this is what you want?” She
shrugs and then nods, trying to look away but he won’t let her.

“Don’t turn away. Look at me. You’re saying
that you want to fuck me… but you don’t want to date me… or kiss
me?” Can he live with that as long as he gets the rest of her body?
His body is pulsing with energy right now. Anger, shame,
anxiety…arousal.

She feels embarrassed suddenly. When he says
it like that, it doesn’t sound like such a great idea. “Yes, that’s
what I’m saying.” She repeats in her mind over and over. Don’t let
him intimidate you. Protect your heart.

Scratching his head, he frowns, disgusted at
himself for even considering it. She’s an incredible woman, sexy
and smart… the kind of girl that a guy wants to marry, have babies
with. Why is he thinking about leading her down the dark path of
his desire? She says that she can handle it but his intuition tells
him otherwise. Leave the girl alone! Starting the car, he pulls out
onto the road, heading towards the bar without giving her an
answer. All the while thinking that he could also lose her if he
doesn’t agree to what she’s asking him for. Bloody hell!

“So I guess this discussion is over then? I
take it you’re not interested.” She tries not to feel hurt and
hopes the darkness of the night hides the embarrassment on her
face.

This is the last thing he ever expected from
Olivia James and everything he’s been hoping for. He’s not going to
give up the chance to have her, not now, not after dreaming about
her for months. There’s a reason the universe has brought them
together. He’ll find a way to make it work. Take things slow, not
push her too quickly into his kink zone. Maybe her arrangement is
not such a bad idea. “Are you on birth control?”

Her head turns sharply to look at him,
surprised by his question. “Yes, I just started, so for the first
month we should use condoms as well.” Geez, could you sound any
more desperate?

“The first month? Are you planning on long
term fucking with no obligations?” His tone is hard and cold
leaving her feeling lost, not fully comprehending why he sounds so
angry. Her thoughts are scattered. “I don’t know… I guess. Until
you get bored of me.”

He shakes his head to show that he’s not
impressed with her comment. “I’ve never had sex without using
condoms but I’ve recently been tested and cleared of any STD’s.
You?”

She hadn’t even thought of that and the way
that he throws it out there is so callous that she suddenly feels
like she’s negotiating some form of prostitution. Now she feels
uncomfortable.

“Yes, I’m clear. I haven’t been with anyone
in three years but I asked the doctor to run the tests
anyways.”

“THREE YEARS?” He curses under his breath
and then says nothing as if the gears in his brain have seized. His
long, pregnant pause leaves her nervous and wishing that she could
turn back the clock and forget the whole thing.

“When do you want to start this agreement?”
His tone has softened some but he still sounds apprehensive.

She’s so totally confused. “As soon as you
agree.”

He says nothing as he makes the turn into
the parking lot of the Headwaters Bar and Grill. The anticipation
is agony for her as he parks and starts to get out of the car.
Mindlessly she reaches for the door handle and he flashes her a
warning look, growling impatiently. “WAIT! Dammit!”

Crap! She keeps forgetting. Stopping
abruptly, she lets her hand fall to her lap. When he opens her car
door and extends his hand to her, she looks up at him, no longer
capable of waiting for an answer. “Ethan, do you want to do this or
should I just forget the whole thing?”

Without missing a beat, he answers. “I
accept your agreement.” His voice is emotionless, as if they have
just struck a business deal. Then, she supposes that it pretty much
is one. She puts her hand in his and he pulls it gently, helping
her to her feet and then directly into his arms. Wrapping his arms
around her, he pulls her close to him. He’s waited for this moment
for what seems like forever. He lowers his lips to hers, only
millimeters separating them, hovering, tormenting her but not
touching her. “I reserve the right to renegotiate terms at any
time.” He whispers gently against her mouth. “Agreed?”

Her heart races and she almost forgets to
breathe. “Yes, agreed.” She’s already regretting the ‘no kissing on
the lips rule’ and she’s certain that’s the intent behind his
action.

Scott spots them immediately as they come
through the door. The music is loud and Ethan leans in to talk
directly into her ear. “Shall we go find Scott and Rachel?” The
lights flash on and off with the bass of her favorite dance song
and Olivia is feeling the groove.

“No... I saw them at the bar when we came
in. I want to go dance.” She has seen Ethan dance; he has moves,
some of the smoothest she’s seen from a man on the dance floor.
Feeling a brand new bravery and confidence around him, she wants to
show him a few moves of her own.

Ethan is intrigued and grins. “Ok then, lead
the way.” God she’s beautiful and now she’s mine. Well, sort
of.

Olivia heads into the crowd and onto the
dance floor with Ethan following closely behind. Jason Derulo
sings… ‘In the beginning, I never thought it could be you’. Turning
to face him, she finds the rhythm, moving her hips. ‘Tonight! Take
me to the other side’.

Ethan joins in, his hips swaying side to
side and pushing forward with the beat. ‘Let your love crash into
me, and then you bite your lip whisper and say, we’re going all the
way’. Watching Olivia’s movements, he moves around her on the
floor. Close enough that she can feel every muscle in his stomach
ripple as he moves against her. Jason Derulo sings…‘This could be
perfect. We won’t know unless we try’.

Olivia steps towards him, eliminating any
space between them and presses herself against him, moving to the
music in a very seductive manner. Lifting her arms in the air, she
lets the beat wash over her. ‘I know you’re nervous so just sit
back and let me drive’. Ethan puts his hands on her hips and holds
her against his body as the chorus pulses its rhythm. ‘Tonight,
kiss me like it’s do or die, and take me to the other side’.

They move perfectly together, as if they
have been dance partners forever. His body predicting her every
step and surrounding her in a possessive manner, making sure
everybody knows they’re together. ‘I see that sexy looks in your
eyes and I know, we ain’t friends anymore if we walk down this road
we’ll be lovers for sure...’

Scott watches them from the bar, taking a
big swig of his beer to try to calm his nerves. Tapping Rachel on
the shoulder, he tries to bring it to her attention. “Honey… Olivia
is here. Have you seen her?”

Rachel is talking to other friends, her back
to him and turns her head slightly to answer. “No, I haven’t seen
her yet. She’s probably sitting in a corner somewhere reading a
book.” She chuckles.

“Ummm... No, she’s not!” Scott puts both
hands on Rachel’s shoulders and spins her around to face the dance
floor. Her eyes open wide in shock. “Holy shit!” She looks back at
Scott who is ordering another beer. “Yup, that’s what I thought
too.”

The song ends and the slow, sexy
introduction to a very provocative song begins to play. Every beat
of the music becomes very sensual as Ethan presses fully against
her back and wraps his arms around her, caressing her with a gentle
rhythm. She matches his movement, back and forth, side to side,
grinding her body against his. When she leans her head back to rest
beneath his chin, he lowers his mouth so he can press his lips to
the side of her temple, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. She
lets him take control, pressing his hands against her hips and
anchoring her against him, rolling his hips and stroking himself
into her. It’s fully clothed sex on the dance floor and everyone is
watching.

Running his hands along her arms until he
reaches her fingers he grasps them, lifting them over her head and
twists her, spinning her around to face him. Her hands fall against
his chest, and becoming lost in the sensuality of the music, she
moves them to touch him, rubbing them across his body, finding
their way to his shoulders. Ethan moves his hands down her sides
and past her hips, dangerously gliding along the bottom of her
dress, but she doesn’t stop him. On the next swaying movement, he
pulls her towards him so that her body is firmly against his
growing erection. Even through his jeans, she can feel the rigid
outline of the hardening shaft and swelling head press against her.
The sensitive knot of nerves between her legs begins to ache as he
purposely and relentlessly rubs his hardened dick against her with
every movement. Every touch, every stroke, fuelling her desire

When she lets out a small breathy moan in
his ear, Ethan feels his control start to wane and he leans into
her neck and whispers. “Follow me.” Turning her around, he edges
her forward, and then takes his place at her side, holding her
elbow and guiding her to the back of the bar.

“Ethan?” Aroused, Olivia follows willingly,
hoping that he’s finally going to take care of her agonizing
need.

Leaning in, he whispers into her ear. “You
need to be fucked. And I’m going to fuck you, right now.” The words
make every nerve and muscle between her legs clench and tense.
Finally! He leads her to a large door framed in a dark heavy wood;
a brass nameplate dons the word MANAGER. Olivia hesitates as Ethan
pushes open the door and pulls her inside. Spinning her around and
stepping forward, he forces her to step backwards against the door,
closing it behind her. Her heart races at an unhealthy rhythm.

Pinning her against the door, he moves his
hand above her head and slides the lock across bolting it from the
inside preventing any unwanted interruptions. Her breathing becomes
erratic as he slides his hand down and cups her breast in his hand,
twisting her sensitive nipple and making her body keen as she
moans.

“Should we do this in here?” She nervously
squirms beneath him, trying to line up their bodies.

Busying both hands, with her sensitive
breasts, his mouth nibbles down the side of her neck. In between
bites, he answers. “Yes it’s fine. The owner is a personal friend
of mine.” He looks up at her and grins.

Within seconds, he has found his way inside
her dress and has his hands on bare breasts. Teasing her, he keeps
her nipples hard and taut as every nerve ignites an insatiable
desire that makes her body start to tremble. She can feel his cock,
thick and as hard as a steel rod, rubbing against her through his
pants as he pushes his hips forward. Not being able to curb her
desire any longer she runs her hands down his chest to the
waistband of his pants and starts to undo his belt. She’s fumbling
with it, trying to unlatch it when she has a strange flash back of
struggling with the same black leather belt. Ethan lifts his head
when she stops dead. “What’s wrong?”

She looks at him confused. “I’m having a
weird kind of déjà vu.”

He thinks about the night at her house, the
fever, and the only way he could get her into the bathtub. Reaching
down, he undoes the buckle for her, keeping eye contact the whole
time. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’d remember if you’d been in my pants
before.” With his belt now undone, she slides down his zipper and
his thick, hard cock springs free. She’s not surprised by the size
of it as she runs her hand along him from tip to base, making him
moan.

Grabbing her hand, he stops her. “Wait here,
don’t move.” Taking a step backwards, he takes a good long look at
her before he turns and walks over to the desk. Opening the bottom
drawer, he takes out a condom as Olivia watches with eager
anticipation from her spot at the door. It doesn’t occur to her to
move. She’s been told not to. Returning, he holds up the condom for
her to see.

“You and the Owner must be really good
friends.” She muses as she grabs a belt loop on each side and pulls
his pants down quickly. Stepping out of them, he kicks them to the
side. Opening the package, he rolls it over his shaft as she
watches, getting her first full look at his impressive size. When
he’s ready, he presses his hard muscled chest against her while
lifting her dress and getting a hold of her underwear, roughly
yanking them down. He has no thoughts of tender moments or romantic
gestures, only a desire to sink his dick deep inside her. He’s been
thinking about it for weeks, stroking himself often to the thought
of how good she would feel. He can’t wait any longer.

She gasps for air as he lifts her suddenly
and forces her back against the door so hard that her feet lift off
the ground. Sliding his hands under her ass, he supports her until
she wraps her legs around him. Sliding his rigid cock along her
slick folds he finds her opening and pushes into her impatiently,
wrongfully assuming that his entry would be assisted by the ample
lubrication already dripping between her legs. She winces and then
tenses, forcing him to slow down his penetration. He groans. It’s
been THREE YEARS for her. In his haste to get inside her, he had
forgotten. Taking in a long deep breath, he tries to calm himself.
Pushing in a few inches at a time, he groans as he slows his
approach and guardedly slides into her pussy. He knows that he’s
not going to last long with her squeezing around him so tightly. He
wasn’t expecting her to be so tight and despite his lust and the
incredible feeling of being inside her, he has thoughts about her
comfort. Lifting his head, he looks into her eyes. “You feel
amazing, baby. Are you ok?” He stalls his movements waiting for her
answer and praying that she gives him the green light to continue.
His dick twitches inside her, lengthening further and pleading for
release.