Creating Merry Hell (4 page)

“Fifteen years,” he ground out. “Fifteen very long years I’ve wanted to touch you this way. Feel you come, hear you cry out my name.” His fingers dipped again between her legs, gliding the length of her slit, gathering her cream and using it to paint slow circles round and round her nipple. Wetting his lips, he dipped his head to suckle her nipple gently into his mouth, the rasp of his beard felt incredibly good against her oversensitive skin. More turned on than she’d ever been in her life and too breathless to do more than watch his dark head at work, Merry submitted to the sensations rippling through her body.

“Years I’ve waited to taste you, Merry Lewis.”

His lips touched hers again, allowing Merry to taste herself on him. Moaning, she arched forward to rub her mound against his straining cock. Fastening his hands on her hips, Jack steadied her before dragging her panties down her legs, taking the lacy garter with it. Stepping out of them, she stood before him in nothing more than stockings, killer heels and a crushed band around her torso that had once been the corset. She could only imagine what a lewd picture she must make with her pouting breasts and the sheen of her arousal coating her bare pussy. She’d never felt more exposed, physically or emotionally, in all her life. But when she looked at him she couldn’t seem to care.

Merry slid her hands down over his chest. It only took a couple of flicks and the shirt was hanging from his shoulders. A none-too-gentle shrug later and it joined her panties and garter at their feet. Merry ran her hands all over him, couldn’t get enough of the feel of that warm skin and those hard muscles bunching under her touch. Using both hands, she tore at the sash around his waist and threw it aside. Next she thumbed the buttons on his trousers, his breath growing harsher when her hand brushed his straining cock.

He helped her shove his trousers down his thighs. Breaking the kiss, she looked down. She wanted to see him and wasn’t coy about looking her fill. He wore no underwear and it was with enormous delight she stared at his hard-on. He was beautiful, long and thick, his cock jutting proudly from the tangle of black curls. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to run her tongue over the moist tip and suck him deep down her throat. She reached for him again but again he stopped her.

“Not this time. I want you too bad.” Cock in hand, he rubbed the moist tip between the lips of her pussy, pressing against her clit. Moaning, Merry began to squirm.

“Hold still.”

“Can’t,” she panted. “Feels too good.”

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, Merry, and hold on tight—you’re in for a rough ride.” Cupping her bottom, he hoisted her higher.

Hadn’t she wondered earlier what it would take for a man like Jack to lose control? She was about to find out. Smooth calves locked around his hips and he thrust forward with a harsh grunt.
Merry’s
eyes widened as the first inch probed inside her. She had a moment of panic, doubting she’d be able to accommodate all of him. He was huge—the blunt end stretching her impossibly wide. When he thrust again, pushing endlessly forward, inch after inch, Merry cried out breathlessly. By the time he was buried deep inside her, they were both panting from the effort.

Their eyes locked. “Say it. I need to hear you say how much you want this.”

“I want you, Jack.” She wriggled against him, eager for more of him. “I need you… Please.”

His eyes penetrated hers, his jaw clenched but he didn’t move.

“Please, Jack.”

It was only then he started to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up rhythm harder and faster. Merry tightened her grip on his hips and welcomed every plunge. He rode her hard just like he said he would, nuzzling her neck, telling her how much he’d wanted this. Merry cried out when he changed the angle of his thrust, clinging to him amid the chaos, she spurred him on with her own throaty moans.

When she pushed back a lock of his damp hair and gasped his name, he lost it, a wave of panic crossed his face. “Oh, fuck. Oh,
Christ
!” he roared, throwing his head back. Slamming his fist against the wall, he cried out. “Can’t hold it, I’m going to come.” His hips jerked forward mindlessly, his eyes squeezed shut, his cock plunged deeper, higher. His mouth found hers as the violence of his orgasm tore through him. On and on it went, his back clenching, his buttocks cleaved as he jetted every last drop inside her.

“Sorry…Merry…so sorry,” he choked, open mouthed against her throat. “Tried to hold back.”

Wedging his hand between their sweat-slick bodies, using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her clit. Shafting her through the first convulsions, Jack felt the brutal waves of her orgasm as he fought to make her forget the past, the future, everything except him and this moment. Arching uncontrollably, her clit pulsing in beat with her heart, Merry once again cried out for him.

“Ah, yes!” Jack growled, his fingers keeping rhythm, as the woman pressed between him and the wall tilted her head toward the stars and gave him everything.

Completely overwhelmed, Merry held on to Jack, glad his big body was still pinning her in place against the wall. Right now she didn’t trust her legs to support her. What the hell had just happened? She’d never come like that in her whole life. Couldn’t remember ever giving herself to someone so completely—no matter how much she enjoyed the sex she always held something back. It had always been that way for her, a matter of self preservation. Not this time though—he’d demanded it, taken it, but what he didn’t know was she would have given it to him willingly. Even now she still quivered from pleasant little aftershocks. Jack pressed warm kisses up her throat and along her jaw. She didn’t want him to stop. Not ever. She wanted to stay like this, in his arms, experiencing all he had to give her. Sex with him was supposed to satisfy the craving not make her want him more. It was a sobering thought. Jack Campbell had the power to threaten her control and that would never do—the notion of wanting someone that badly terrified her. Albeit reluctantly, but knowing what she had to do, Merry unhooked her ankles and slid down his legs until both her feet were safely back on solid ground.

Wriggling out of his arms, she turned her back on him and reached for her panties, keeping her back to him as she slipped them on. Barely able to think straight, she needed space and the sense of perspective it would give her. The harsh sound of his zipper tore into her reeling thoughts.

“Don’t you dare have regrets.”

Turning around to face him but not quite able to meet his eyes, she handed him his discarded shirt and watched in silence as he dragged it over his arms. With jerky movements he pulled it on but didn’t fasten it. He scrubbed his hands over his face and took a deep breath before he spoke to her. “Don’t ignore what just happened here—don’t pretend it didn’t mean anything. There was a connection. I was right there with you. I felt what you felt. That meant something.” His voice was deep and rough and laced with more than a hint of self-satisfaction. “And before you start making excuses, it had nothing to do with any spell.”

He reached out and rubbed his thumb over a swollen nipple. Her body reacted immediately, jerking forward, her back arched filling his palm with eager flesh. A smug smile spread across his face—he’d proved his point.

Tugging the ruined corset back up to cover her breasts, she spared him a glance. “Don’t read more into it than there was. It was just sex.”

“It was more than sex.”

“You’re wrong. To be honest it was somewhat lacking in finesse for my tastes.” That had to sting. She didn’t want him to know how just how intense, just how incredible it had been for her. He’d stripped her bare in more than just the physical sense and she was still too raw—she couldn’t stand for him to see her vulnerability. She’d spent so long, so very long protecting her heart she didn’t know how to do anything else. And right now she was in real danger of losing it to him.

“I lost it a bit at the end there, I’ll give you that, but I’m willing to bet it was still better than any sex you had with that boy you brought to Grace’s wedding.”

Merry’s
eyes flew wide. “Rex? You saw him—us?”

“Jesus Christ! Rex?” His mirth only increased. “Figures he’d have a dog’s name. Fuck knows he followed you around like an infatuated puppy all night.”

“He’s attentive. And for your information, the sex with Rex…
Sensational
. Twenty-five, lots of stamina.”

Prowling forward, he rested his fists on the wall, caging her. Blue eyes bored into hers. “And yet he isn’t here with you. Why’s that then?”

Lie
. Chin lifting, she told him the truth. “We’re no longer together.”

“That’s too bad.” His tone told her he thought it was anything but.

“We were engaged.” A flicker of surprise sparked in his eyes. Good, he hadn’t expected that. Perhaps that would wipe the smug look off his gorgeous face.

“He wasn’t right for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“And what would you know about that?”
Merry’s
voice was deceptively calm. How dare he presume to make accusations like that. They hadn’t seen each other in years. The Merry he’d once known was long gone.

”I know you’ve got passion and fire and spirit. You’re caring—”

“You know nothing about me.”

“I know more than you think.”

He’d hit a nerve. Now was not the time for mercy. Perhaps it was time to show Jack exactly how much she’d changed from the girl he knew. “It’s a pity I can’t say the same, in fact I don’t know you at all Jack. You see, I’m disappointed, I thought a man with your experience would have had more control.”

He laughed, not the least bit offended at her biting words. “It’s been a long time and you looked so damn beautiful on the end of my cock begging me to fuck you. Couldn’t help myself.”

“You spend too much of your time on that farm with only cows and sheep for company,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten what to do with a woman.”

He laughed again, short and harsh. Bending forward, he stole a kiss, lips clasping hers hard, and then releasing her just as swiftly. “I know what you’re doing and it won’t work. You won’t scare me off that easily. Not now that I’ve tasted you. How long are you staying?”

Incredulous, she stared at him. “What?”

“How long on the island?”

“A week.”

“Good. That will give me plenty of time to make it up to you.” He winked. “Give me a chance to prove how much stamina I’ve got.”

Merry could only continue to stare at him, barely daring to breath. She was making this really easy for him. Why wouldn’t he just go and leave her alone?

“I understand you want to spend time with Grace, that’s why you’re here after all, but the nights you spend with me. And I’ll show you how much pleasure I can give you.”

Finally finding her voice, Merry said, “And why would I want to do that?”

“Because this isn’t over yet. If tonight proved anything it’s that I still want you and I think you want me too.”

God help her, she couldn’t argue with that.

Taking her silence for agreement, he said, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at eight o’ clock.”

Chapter Four

“Since you’re proving your control, I thought we’d start with these.”

A pair of shiny silver handcuffs dangled from
Merry’s
finger. The curve of her lips challenged him, but beneath the naughty glint in her eye, she watched him closely. Hoping to shake him up, she had to give him credit when he didn’t even flinch, just returned her smile as slow and sexy as you like.

“Wouldn’t it be a better test of my control not to use them?”

Merry considered this for a split second. “No.”

“What’s the matter, Princess, don’t you trust me?”

Merry laughed, trying to make light of his words. “You’re missing the point, Jack, the important thing here since I am the one holding the handcuffs is…” She paused for effect. “Do you trust me?”

No longer smiling but with a wicked glint in his eye, he hesitated a few heartbeats. Something flickered in those deep blue eyes and he raised his arms above his head to grip the bedposts.

It was all she needed.

Merry admired her handiwork, lightly trailing cherry-colored nails down his chest until she reached the sexy line of hair beneath his navel. He bucked his hips, forcing his cock closer to her hand and moisture flooded her pussy. When she heard his sharp intake of breath she felt the heady power of control spread through her body. Fingers lingering, she didn’t touch his cock. “Comfortable, Jack?”

“What do you think?” Jack looked down to where his cock jutted thick and ready from his body and groaned, the cuffs rattling dangerously as he strained.

“I think,” she said, as though she had all the time in the world, “that this proves my point. The cuffs stay on.”

Jack’s cock jerked once more toward her hand. Almost absentmindedly Merry flexed her fingers to stroke him before withdrawing her hand. It might be better to put some distance between them.

Fully aware his gaze followed her every move, Merry sashayed to the foot of the bed where she and admired the view. For someone in such a vulnerable position Jack still managed to give off an aura of power. Well, Merry thought, she was about to change all that. He really was too gorgeous and that body…all golden skin and lean lines, a body sculpted by hard work. She’d never tire of looking at that six-pack. His stomach muscles rippled as though she had run her fingertips over that very spot. Jack’s chest rose and fell as he tried hard to control his breathing and waited for her to make her move.

This was supposed to be a test of his control but with a rising flush Merry realized it was proving to be an equal test of her own. She prayed she had the willpower to make this last.

She was killing him. Through hooded eyes Jack watched her withdraw her hand and move away, too far away from the part of him that needed her most. With every breath she took her breasts jutted forward. She might act indifferent but her hot body told a different story. She was as turned on as he was, and as much as he was enjoying watching her take pleasure in having him at her mercy, he wanted her to straddle his hips and sink that tight pussy down on him and take her fill. No matter how often he took her he couldn’t get enough—he had been kidding himself when he thought once would be enough with her. He’d never have enough of her.