Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) (23 page)

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RYNN WAS REELING AND NOT from anything Jax told her. She wanted to find his pathetic former fiancée and smack her good. The bitch. Hearing him try to explain the sort of desires that the war unleashed inside him was a revelation, yes. Since she’d never been through what he had though, she somehow understood from her most recent experiences with him how all those unfamiliar needs and desires played out in your mind. It was rather like a paradigm shift when everything you thought about yourself becomes an unfamiliar narrative, replaced by something darker, grittier, and a thousand times more honest.

“I’m not going to pretend with you, baby. I want to fuck your body, yes. But I also need to fuck your mind. There’s something important happening between us and before you play the ‘it’s just sex’ card again, think about what that says. Does that mean we’re just scratching an itch? Is this all just a time filler while we spend the next six weeks together? Is that all this is? Because I want more. With you, Brynn. And I think you do too.”

Oh my dear sweet Lord
, she thought. What the hell was she supposed to say? Should she admit that last evening when he hadn’t taken what she was offering, that she’d fretted and worried through half the night? Fearful that she wasn’t woman enough to satisfy the demanding needs he’d already let off the leash? Thinking thoughts like that was completely virgin territory for her. But her truth was, she was as scared of what wanting him meant as he was of sharing with her what he needed.

“I don’t know what I want Jax. Truly I don’t. The last couple of years have been all about establishing the bakery. Worrying about other needs never seemed very important. My experiences in the bedroom with my husband left a lot to be desired and it’s not like those desires were something I could just set off to explore. It doesn’t work that way for most women.” She shrugged. “And the whole ‘relationship’ thing scares the shit out of me more than anything you just described. Tie me up? Okay. Why the hell not? Pound the shit out of me till I can’t stand? Okay, yikes to that, but honestly, it’s not like I’m running in the other direction. I don’t have a damn clue what admitting that says about me, but I do know that being involved with someone,
anyone
, is scarier and more threatening than embracing some submissiveness in the bedroom.”

They sat in silence after that for a long time, her admission and his honesty pulsing in the air around them.

Finally, he muttered, “Like I said, I knew you’d be trouble from day one.”

Sighing, she unfolded her legs and snuggled closer to his solid presence. With her head on his shoulder and a hand fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, she felt small and fragile and not just a little bit bewildered.

“What happens in six weeks when this project is finished Jax? Do you climb in your truck and vanish? I mean, how do you see this playing out?”

He wrapped her in a warm embrace and rested his chin on her head. “Baby, I do not know, and that’s me being one hundred percent truthful. It’s not like I expected to find you anymore than you were looking for me. This whole thing has come out of the blue, but I can say that vanishing is out of the fucking question. Wherever this takes us, we go there together, okay?”

“Jax,” she whispered.

“Hmmmm?”

“This is me being a good girl when I ask if you’d like to spend the night with me.”

He growled and she felt the vibration where his chin rested on her head. “I think your good girl needs to think long and hard about what she’s letting herself in for before you make an offer like that. I let you have your little seductress fantasy last time Brynn. Next time we’ll be playing by my rules.”

Her pussy clenched at his words and moisture flooded her core. Five days ago she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had an orgasm. Now her mind was constantly filled with dirty thoughts, including the ‘pussy clenched’ one she just had, and all she wanted was to rip his clothes off and pleasure him, both of them, anyway he wanted.

He seemed to sense her confusion and disappointment. “Tell you what, good girl,” he teased. “You straddle me with those amazing legs and grind against me and I’ll kiss you till we both pass out from lack of oxygen. And if you’re a
really
good girl, I’ll take care of those sharp little nipples I can feel digging into my chest.”

Her head popped up, she squealed a delighted, “Deal,” and immediately swung her leg over his settling onto his groin with the grace of a horny ballerina. She wished she was wearing anything but jeans at that moment but that didn’t stop her from shimmying on the prominent bulge she felt until she found just the right spot.

He grabbed her hips to hold her still, staring intently into her eyes. “I said grind, not lap dance,” he growled with just a hint of humor lacing his voice.

Brynn rolled her hips in an exaggerated undulation that earned a sharp gasp from each of them. “Like this?” she asked.

Yep,” he groaned. “Just like that.”

And then he kissed her. Tenderly at first, savoring her lips, licking the corners of her mouth, inhaling her shaking breath.

“Pull your shirt up, baby. But don’t take it off. Let me at those tits.”

She felt wicked grinding on his lap with her plain work t-shirt bunched up under her chin. When she felt his fingers dive into her bra and lift her breasts out of the confining fabric, she nearly swooned with pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” he murmured. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day. You’ve got the sweetest tits, love. I mean, look at ‘em.”

His eyes were shining with desire as he commanded her with a nod of his head to look down. Good Lord. Excitement had plumped them up and made her nipples pucker. He was right. They looked awesome even to her, and she was melting with arousal at the realization that he delighted in her body.

She continued grinding against him, which made her chest undulate with each movement. He just sat there, mesmerized, gazing at her tits with a lustful expression that heated her insides. When he covered her breasts with his big hands and held on tight, she moaned and rode him even harder.

“Open your mouth sweet love,” he demanded. “Let me show you with my tongue what I want to do to your pussy.”

“
Unf
, yes,” she groaned as she surrendered to the voracious plundering of her mouth. He wasn’t kidding either. His tongue swirled in the wet depths and danced in and out, licking her lips then plunging deep over and over. It was oral seduction at its hottest.

Brynn grabbed onto his head and wrenched her mouth free, never stopping the wild grinding of her hips. “Jax,” she murmured.

He tweaked her nipples and rolled them between his fingers as he held her gaze with his lusty stare. “What baby?”

“I. I’m….
unf.
” She tried not to squeeze the shit out of his skull but the sensations rocking her core were robbing Brynn of any sense.

“What? You going to come sweet love?”

She bit down on her lip and groaned. Nodding her head, Brynn intensified the rocking of her hips and dove onto his mouth. The bulge pressing between her open thighs, his fingers destroying her nipples, and his tongue dueling with hers drove her closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled after he’d slid free of her hungry lips. “Move that ass. Let me feel your heat right through those jeans.”

Brynn was spiraling out of control. It was apparent this was all about her. He was letting her, no encouraging her, to take what she needed from him without any thought to his satisfaction. Knowing that ramped her senses to high. He wanted to fuck her mind? This was a damn good start.

He growled at her, pinching her poor nipples until they stung. “Bite me, Brynn. Put your mouth on my neck and bite. Hard.”

“
Unf
, uhhhh,” she grunted pushing his shirt out of the way with her nose and latching on to the flesh where neck met shoulder. Her tongue tested briefly and then she sucked hard, letting her teeth mark him. He answered the ferocity of the bite by tweaking her nipples sharply. Sensation rocketed through her as a flood of scorching wetness dampened her panties. The scent of her arousal filled the air. Instead of shrinking in embarrassment from the bold statement her body was making, she’d never felt so female. Never known such complete eroticism.

“Baby, baby,” he moaned as she suckled his neck and frantically ground her hips. “That’s it love,” he encouraged. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

He let go of her breasts and wrapped her tight in a fierce embrace with one hand fisted in her hair and the other pressed between her shoulder blades. Pulling her off his neck by the grip he had on her hair, he directed her mouth back to his and kissed her like crazy. It was deep, wet, raw, and sexy as hell.

She braced her hands on the back of the sofa and surrendered to his plundering mouth as she lost all control and ground against the erection pushing against his zipper. She didn’t know how long they went at each other like that. It could have been minutes or an hour. All she did know was he was making her feel things that shocked her to her core.

When she felt an orgasm break free deep inside, she started shaking from head to toe. Whimpering into his mouth, her fingers dug into the microfiber upholstery. She felt his fist tighten in her hair and at the moment that she shattered, he yanked her head back. Even though she needed oxygen, Brynn screamed with whatever was left in her lungs as she came in a blinding rush.

She heard Jax grunt as she shook and trembled. “Good girl,” he moaned as she collapsed in his arms and fell on his massive chest. “That’s my good girl,” he said again only this time she heard the distinct sound of praise in his deep voice.

Oh my God. She’d just come, fully clothed, without him ever touching any part of her except her breasts and mouth. There was nothing left except a trembling aftermath as she tried to wrap her mind around this unusual encounter. Didn’t help much that each time he called her his ‘good girl’ she practically fell apart all over again. What in bloody hell was that all about?

Brynn didn’t have the strength to climb off his lap earning a deep sexy chuckle from Jax as he fixed her clothing and eased her body into a sitting position while she sat there dazed and not just a little confused. When he tenderly pushed some hair off her face, she looked at him and found wonder shining in his eyes.

“I think we’ve covered the good girl thing pretty thoroughly,
hmmmm
?” he teased.

She shook her head and smiled into his smug, amused expression. He’d
so
won this round and there was nothing she could do except let him have his victory. Next one would be hers though, she plotted.

“Full moon fever,” she giggled. “Lights up everything.”

“That it does sweet love. That it does.” The look he gave her was hotter than the waiting room to hell.

They talked a while longer, but she knew from the way he kept his distance that despite the obvious erection he had going on, Jax had been dead serious about giving her time to think about everything. She found it oddly amusing on some level that he imagined for even a moment that she wouldn’t willingly surrender to his desires when at every turn that was exactly what she’d been doing since moment one. That he thought she’d be scared off by a little blunt talk and some suggestive scenarios told her what a number his former fiancée had done on his head. Frankly, in her imagination, she was coming up with a dozen ‘tie me to the bed’ fantasies that would probably shock the hell out of him.

He escorted her to the back door of the house even though she assured him she could walk the short distance blindfolded. Now that she understood his protective impulses, it was easier to bend to his demands knowing he wouldn’t or couldn’t have it any other way. It was a new experience for her. One she never dreamed would make her feel so cherished.

After he backed away without so much as a goodnight kiss, Brynn was churning. Yeah, the damn orgasm rocket he helped launch might have gone off without any problem except that in the aftermath it was still orbiting and leaving an unfulfilled lust trail a mile wide.
Ugh
.

Frustrated and bewildered, she grabbed a scrap of paper and sat down to make a list of ways to even the score. He was seriously mistaken if he thought she’d take her orgasm and go home like a ‘good girl’ and not rebound almost immediately and try to wrangle her own naughty victory out of his over-sexed ass.

Okay
, she thought as the blank paper taunted her,
I can do this
. Tapping a pen on the table, the very same table where he laid her out naked and delirious with desire just a few nights ago, Brynn worked up a couple of options.

1. Dirty text message.

2. Dirty text message with naughty picture

3. Just a picture. Something wicked and sexy

4. Maybe a series of pictures – like a strip tease

5. A voice recording of her moaning
STRIKE THAT dumb idea

6. A video – quick and dirty as fuck – maybe touching herself?

Dammit. Nothing quite floated this particular boat. Getting off as she rode him with their bodies separated by too fucking much in the way of clothing had been nice for about five minutes. And then the slow, aching throb returned. The one that wanted Jax Merrill buck-ass naked and buried inside her where she could properly tend to her apparently insatiable needs.