Wild (9 page)

“All night?” This was way more than just a few hours of work. She had to have been up all night for multiple nights in a row. “Sugar . . . I can keep you busy in bed and have you burnin’ some of that pent-up energy. I’ll volunteer anytime.” I snuck a hand over her thigh and rubbed at the heat between her legs. She shrieked and twisted away with a laugh.

“You’re a fucking animal.”

“Mmm . . . I like that.” I smiled and tried to go back in for the goods. She swiped at my hand and launched herself on the other side of the couch and out of my reach. She crossed over her chest, effectively closing herself off from my advances, before grilling me about my life.

We talked about Maine, what it was like to grow up here, where she’d grown up: Ohio, incidentally, somewhere I’d never been, nor had any desire to go. I teased her about being from cornfields and she rolled her eyes and punched me in the arm before admitting it was absolutely true.

She talked about how her family was originally from out east, which was why she’d always wanted to come to Maine, and after some recent upheaval in her life, which she hadn’t elaborated on, she’d found herself with an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.

“So do you rotate? This was my weekend and next weekend you’ll be with someone else?”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise and I glanced at her. A playful light danced in her green orbs. “Not necessarily.”

“Well, what I said the other day, it still stands . . .”

“And you’re referring to what?”

“Relationships, I’m not interested. All this just feels—” She gestured at our bodies, snaked together on the couch. “Very relationship-y.”

“We’re just two people enjoying each other’s company. Don’t overcomplicate things.” I ran a thumb along the soft angle of her jaw.

“Okay,” she murmured, her eyes landing on mine, taking me in, darkening a fraction. I knew that look. It was the surefire giveaway that told me her pussy was waiting and aching for me.

“Friends who fuck, right?” The way she said the cuss word, so soft on her full lips.

Right.” My breath picked up a fraction as my shaft twitched and hardened beneath the denim of my jeans. “I didn’t come here for this. I came because I hadn’t eaten yet, and I thought you might like some company . . .”

I trailed off as she pulled herself into my lap, straddling my waist, her back arched, ass sticking out, breasts in my face. I licked my lips as I took in the heat that smoldered in her eyes.

“Stop talking.” She dipped her head and took my lips with hers, grinding her hips against mine, my dick hitting right between her beautiful thighs.

“Mmm . . .” I groaned into her mouth as my hands smoothed up underneath her shirt and danced across her back. I unhooked her bra and the round fullness that was pressed in my face had a slow throb building at the base of my spine. The soft cotton of her thermal stretched across her huge tits, the nipples standing at attention, begging to be played with. I went in for the kill, tweaking and pulling at one, before latching my mouth over the stiff peak poking through the fabric. I sucked in the fresh smell of cotton as the fabric dampened while my tongue twirled and her body arched. She kissed my lips slowly, her hips moving in a slow rhythm against mine before she pulled away, yanked her shirt over her head, and dropped her bra to the floor.

Low moans escaped her throat as she pressed her hot cunt into my straining dick. “You’ve got a beautiful body, Sugar.” I held her tits in my palms and pushed them together, creating cleavage. My thumbs dusted across her hardened peaks and she threw her head back, a small moan escaping her lips. I dipped my head and took one into my mouth, laving at her with my tongue, drinking in the taste of her, dragging my teeth along the sensitive nub. She hummed and rubbed her crotch against my straining erection.

“I bet your pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it? I bet your panties are drenched, juices running down your legs while you grind your hot body against my dick. You want me inside you?” I growled before flipping the button on her jeans and shoving my hand down her panties.

“Yes . . .” she hummed and bucked on me as my fingers found her wet slit and thrust inside her. I pumped three fingers inside her body, swirling my thumb along her hardened nub before pulling out my hand, and thrusting my fingers wet with her juices in my mouth.

“Been waiting all day for that sweet taste on my tongue.”

Her eyes widened as one of her hands climbed up her body to pull on her own nipple.

“Fuck, baby,” I growled as I watched her tug. She watched as I cleaned my fingers of her juices.

I moved like lightning and pushed her down on the floor, my body hovering over her. I unzipped my jeans and pulled hers off her legs before lining up to thrust into her. The head of my dick just breached her entrance before I paused.

I wanted to plunge in without warning, no time to think twice. I needed to be inside her, pumping away, chasing my orgasm, but I’d seen myself. I knew I was bigger than average. She’d been so wasted and soaking wet the first night we’d been together, I’d slid right in, but now, I wanted to be gentle. I didn’t want to leave her sore and unable to fuck for days, because that’s exactly what I had in mind.

Fucking her again and again, for days. Until I had my fill and could purge her from my system.

I was about to ease into her, let her adjust to me slowly, not fuck her like a teenager getting his first shot at pussy, when she wrapped her long legs around my waist and begged me to fuck her.

Just like that and I was ramming my hard-as-steel cock straight into her.

She arched and groaned. I moved my lips down to her hard nipples and pulled one into my mouth, one hand supporting me over her body, the other wrapped around her shapely waist, pulling her into me as I pumped away.

“Jesus Christ, so fucking hot and tight, like a goddamn fist around my dick. The way your cunt hugs my cock, baby, never felt anything like it.” I thrust into her and she took everything I had to give. My hair fell into my face as I pounded her, her moans echoing across the room, nails biting into my back, the pain-pleasure sensation causing the base of my spine to tingle. I ground my hips and circled, my pelvis working against her clit. I angled my hips and clenched at the flesh of her ass to lift her up into me, to position her to hit the spot on her inner wall that would have her coming apart beneath me.

It worked just like I thought it would as a string of cuss words erupted from her throat and she came around my dick.

“Aww, feel so good milking me, baby. Your pussy is pulsing, pulling my orgasm out of me, tightening and fisting.” I dipped my head as I continued to thrust and grind against her. I caught her lips and kissed her as I pounded until my release erupted through me. Her body went limp beneath me, sated as I poured into her before I remembered we hadn’t used a condom.

I slowed my pumping as my brain raced with the possible implications of our fucking. I’d always used a condom before; never, ever gone without. No wonder she’d felt so good wrapped around my dick, I’d taken her bare.

“Jesus, baby. I didn’t use a condom.” My heart roared in my ears. “Tell me you’re on something.”

Her breaths heaved beneath me, her nipples rasping against the fabric of my shirt, arms over her head and fisted with pleasure.

“Baby, answer me. You on somethin’? I don’t need rugrats running around Rock Island.” I held myself above her, imploring her to answer me.

Her soft eyes opened, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “Any more than you already may have, you mean?” Her eyes flashed with amusement.

“Jesus Christ, Kat.” I ran a hand through my hair and pulled out slowly. A sated groan fled past her lips as I dragged out of her. “Be straight with me. If you’re not on something, we’ll fix it, but fucking tell me,” I grumbled as I pulled away and tucked myself back into my pants.

“I’m on something,” she murmured, a smile falling across her lips.

“Thank fuck. Jesus.” I fell back against the couch and tipped my head back, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Do I need to worry about you being clean?” She sat up, clutching her shirt to her chest as she watched me.

“I’m clean, baby. Wrap it every single time.” I looked up at her as a frown danced across her features.

“Good.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve only been with one other person, so . . .”

“What? Recently?”

“No, ever.” She fumbled with her bra, avoiding my eyes.

“You’ve only ever been with one other person besides me, Sugar?” I placed a hand on her bare thigh.

“Yeah.” The word escaped her lips on a soft whisper.

“Jesus, if I would have known . . .”

“You wouldn’t have fucked me?” She tilted her head to one side.

I laughed at her expression, somewhere between curiosity and disbelief. “I wouldn’t say that.” I grinned and made a grab for her breast, tweaking her nipple on the way.

“Good, so it doesn’t matter then.” She pulled away and stood to pull her jeans up her thighs.

“It just doesn’t seem like . . .”

“Like what? Spit it out, Lane.” She was baiting me; she knew what I was getting at.

“You fuck like an animal, baby, doesn’t seem like you’ve only ever been with just one. And enough with the Lane.”

“Okay.” She grinned a Cheshire grin that lit her whole face and turned up her orgasm-flushed cheeks.

“Stop giving me that grin.”

“Yes, boss.” She pulled her shirt over her body and she was once again covered, but no less desirable.

“Mmm, I like that.” I yanked on her arm and pulled her back down to me, taking her lips in a sensual kiss.

“I’m sore, Wild. You fucked me straight into submission.” She giggled. A sound that sounded so fucking sweet on my ears, I couldn’t help but smile myself.

“Watch it, Sugar.” I smacked her on the ass, making sure I left a sting. “We can do kinky if that’s your thing.”

“Ow, oh my God.” She jumped up and rubbed her ass. I laughed and gave her a wink before pulling her back down to kiss her again.

“Feed you for a tour?” a soft voice called from the boardwalk a few evenings later. I stood from my crouched position and turned to find green eyes dancing and soft red hair swirling in the cool breeze.

It was early evening; she should have been done at the library long before now, so I wasn’t sure why she was here.

“I brought food.” She lifted a picnic basket in both hands. I arched an eyebrow at her and smiled. “You gonna say something or just undress me with your eyes?” She grinned when I still hadn’t said anything.

“I’d rather
actually
undress you.” I winked and walked over to help her on the boat.

“So how about that tour?” She cocked her head with a soft smile.

“Sure, Sugar. Not my boat, though.”

“Really?” She scrunched her eyes adorably.

“Really. I don’t have one.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t go out on the water.” I shrugged and took the basket from her hands. “Christ, what’s in here?” I set it on the bench and peeked inside. The smell of rich tomato sauce and cheese floated up.

“Lasagna and garlic bread. You don’t go out on the water?”

“Nah. It’s enough to fix ‘em up.”

“Kinda odd, though, don’t you think?” She stood with her feet planted, refusing to follow me as I headed toward the bow of the boat.

“Nope. Come on, Sugar, the grand tour.” I held my hand out to her and she took a few steps until she slid her hand in mine. Our hands fit comfortably; her soft skin cradled against my own had my dick awakening in my jeans.

I pulled her around the boat, explaining the different features above and below. She was surprised to see how roomy it was beneath deck. Most were surprised that had never been on a boat, especially the luxury ones I was usually hired to refinish. A person could live on here full time and it’d be no worse than living in a small apartment. I could see the appeal.

We ended the tour with the portion of the boat I was currently working on. I had sanded the entire deck and refinished it, and was not working on the topsides. I slid her hand beneath mine over the grain of the wood and explained the importance of recognizing each distinguishing characteristic of the wood.

“You have to follow the grain.” I slid her hand over the smooth wood. “Each plank is unique, none are exactly the same, and to bring the beauty out of each piece, you have to follow the grain, sand and stain it with care. The strokes have to match. See this knot?” Our hands landed on a small indent in the wood. “It’s imperfect, but the beauty is in the imperfection. I like the thought that’s required to bring the beauty out of each and every piece. It’s rewarding, making it come alive and shine.” I flattened my palm over hers and threaded our fingers together. She nodded softly and then looked up at me. Her eyes flicked over my face before a gust of wind blew her hair around her neck. I moved a stray piece off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.

“Thanks for bringing dinner,” I murmured and turned her toward me, bringing our interlocked hands between us. I moved her body flush with mine. Her breasts heaved with each breath, pupils dark with lust.