Hell to Pay (2 page)

“
Oh
,” Cassidy gasped.

He shouldn’t… She shouldn’t let him… There wasn’t enough room for him there! The heavy seam of her shorts tucked up tight, sliding into her slit. The hard knot of material pressed against her clit, rubbing and insinuating itself until she was panting and wet.

His lips brushed against hers. “I like it when you say my name.”

His pinky slid into that dark, hidden crease between her butt cheeks, and the touch made her come up on her toes.

“Rafer!” Her breasts pressed flat against his chest, and her fingers bit into his shoulders.

“Oh yeah. Just like that.”

He ran kisses down her neck, and his teeth scraped against her collarbone. She shuddered as his other hand crawled under her tank top, searching for her bra. The tiny hooks couldn’t withstand his tugging for long.

Cassidy couldn’t keep up. She hadn’t been prepared for this. A fight, yes. A sensual assault, no. She couldn’t believe he was touching her. It was all so fast. So hot and raw. And yet it all brought a frisson of fear.

Why was he doing this? He hated her, hated her family.

Yet when his hand slipped around and caught her breast snugly, she almost didn’t care.

“Parading over here in this skimpy outfit,” he growled. “Not fair.”

His thumb rubbed against her straining nipple, then flicked it hard.

“Not fair at all, Wilson.”

The world suddenly went dark. Cassidy struggled for breath as he yanked her top over her head. It went sailing across his yard, landing limply on the grass. Her bra went next, leaving her topless and vulnerable.

Fighting for regular breaths, she crossed one arm over her chest. The other wrapped around his bicep, holding him back. She looked up at him, her lips feeling swollen. The soft breeze brushed over her exposed skin, making her even more aware of her exposure. “What are you doing?”

“Making the biggest mistake of my life.” His chest worked nearly as hard as hers. Sometime during their clinch, his shirt had come all the way undone. His abs were cinched up, the six-pack tight and tanned. His shaggy hair had fallen forward, giving him a dangerous and untamed look. His eyes, though… They burned neon blue.

She couldn’t look away. “Why?”

“Because you’re
you
.”

She wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but her nipples scraped against her palm and her forearm anyway. Her belly ached, the sensation intensifying the lower it went. That little knot of denim was driving her insane, never letting up on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her legs. As she stared at her family’s nemesis, his hand moved. It made her shorts rub even more intimately, and she gasped.

He pulled her inexorably forward. “Biggest. Mistake. Ever.”

He bent down over her, kissing her breasts above the barricade of her arm. The muscles in his arm bunched, practically lifting her off her feet as he pulled her closer to his hungry mouth.

Yet when his other hand went to her zipper, she flinched.

“Wait. We can’t. This isn’t right. I don’t trust you.”

She didn’t trust
herself
. Having sex with him would throw everything into chaos.
More
chaos.

“Your body does,” he said.

And it did. No matter what her mouth said, she wasn’t resisting.

The way he held her off-balance, she couldn’t do more than clutch at his arm. His other hand was free to roam—and wander it did. Quickly and with determination.

Her zipper rasped down, and Cassidy let out a cry as his big, hot hand dove into the front of her shorts. It slid right under the flimsy barrier of her silk thong. His callused fingers found her swollen clit and pinched gently.

Her knees buckled. “
Ohhh
.”

That was so much better than that hard knot of denim. She needed… Oh God. She
needed
…

His thumb took over and his fingers slid deeper, riding along the same valley where the hard seam of her shorts had taken up residence.

“Hot,” he said, his voice like gravel. His fingers stroked. “Wet.”

She’d gotten wet the moment she’d stepped onto his land and found him waiting for her.

His middle finger found her opening and pushed in.

He groaned. “Tight.”

Sensation flooded Cassidy, making her back arch. His finger was long and work-hardened. It felt thick and tough as it swirled inside her.

His mouth suddenly covered her bared nipple, and she let out a cry that echoed over the empty lake. Two more fingers worked their way into her, their progress slow. She moaned as he slid his leg inside hers, widening her stance to help her accept him.

“Too much,” she panted.

“Better not be.” His words were ragged against her breast. “I’m bigger.”

Shock rippled through her. Were they really going to do this? A Wilson and a Long?

The world tilted as he lowered her to the ground, laying her flat on her back. Her hips lifted as he pulled her shorts off.

He groaned when he saw her panties. “Have mercy.”

Her thong was light blue, yet all was visible with the way his hand was shoved underneath it, stretching the delicate material. His fingers were still doing lewd and wonderful things to her.

“Still think we shouldn’t?” he whispered.

“I… I…” He expected her to
think?

He tugged and tilted, and soon Cassidy found herself lying naked under the sun with her family’s longtime enemy crouched between her spread legs. Instinctively, she tried to hide herself, to pull her legs together.

She couldn’t.
They
couldn’t.

Rafer merely shook his head.

His eyes were sharp, his jaw hard. His hair swung forward as he leveraged himself over her, looking down into her face as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. The pinch was still there, but so was the pleasure. It swamped her, dimming her fear of what she was doing… quieting the questioning voices in her head…

“Let it happen,” he said.

He kissed her again, his body hovering above hers. It was a sensual kiss, one meant for indoors on a darkened night, not outside under the bold sunshine. It made Cassidy quake, and she reached for him. His lips followed the shivers, down her neck to her breasts.

She arched as his tongue dragged across her nipple.

“That’s right, Wilson. Let’s stop fighting.”

His mouth laved at her breasts, licked across her stomach and nipped its way down her abdomen. Cassidy’s breaths came harder and faster as she clutched at his arms and shoulders. She stared at the sky, wondering how it could be so calm and lazy when her world was spinning out of control.

“This is wrong,” she insisted.

“No, it’s very, very right.”

Her hips pumped, eager now for the thick penetration he was giving her, deep and hard. Her clit was so sensitive she could barely stand the brush of the pad of his thumb, yet he kept returning, rubbing and pressing until her thighs were taut and burning.

“Come here, little trespasser.”

His muscles were as strong as they were sexy. When he lifted her and draped her thighs over his shoulders, she realized how gentle he’d been with her. A shiver of fear ran up her spine, making her shoulders dig into the prickly grass. The blades tugged at her hair, capturing her and emphasizing her exposure and helplessness.

“Don’t hurt me, Long.”

His looked down at her through the vee of her spread legs. His brow pulled together, and he looked almost angry. Finally, he shook his head. “Never. That’s not what this is about.”

When his head lowered, she believed him.

His tongue swept across her distended pussy lips, the bold stroke rasping against her nerve endings. She let out a sharp cry and twisted. His hands clamped down on her hips, keeping her still for his mouth. He licked her again, and she trembled so hard it shook them both. Splayed out as she was, Cassidy could do nothing but submit.

And the intimacy was shocking.

He took his time, learning what she liked and relishing the things that he did. Whenever she jerked or cried out, he went back for more, drawing out her pleasure. He had her lifted so high only her shoulders pressed against the ground. She spread her hands flat, curling her fingernails into the dirt to keep her balance.

He had her at his mercy.

And sweet mercy, he was taking advantage of it.

“Damn, you wreck me,” he said roughly.

His tongue licked and swirled. Dipped and teased. Yet when he began to suck and alternately plunge, Cassidy lost it. Her heels pressed into his back, and her neck arched. He didn’t slow down, and he didn’t let up. He ate at her harder, using his lips and teeth. He tongued her soft flesh until her pussy was squeezing and fluttering.

“Ooooh,” she moaned.
“Oh God!”

She came. The orgasm just tackled her from out of the blue, sending her senses rolling. She felt Rafer’s fingers bite into her hips to keep her from bucking. Unable to stop herself, she pressed her pussy into his face, into the sensation that was destroying her. At long last, she toppled into completion.

Limp, she let herself drape across her enemy’s shoulders. He could have done anything to her in that moment.
Anything
and she wouldn’t have stopped him.

She heard the rasp of a zipper.

Felt his hands wrap around her hips again.

He lowered her down his body, keeping her legs lifted and pressed against his chest. Her eyes popped open when she felt the head of a thick, hot cock bump against her opening.

Rafer Long’s bright blue gaze was concentrated on her face. “My turn.”

He thrust, pushing in deep, spreading her wide. She arched hard, her calves grinding against on his strong shoulders. He’d warned her, but she hadn’t known… hadn’t dreamed…

“Ah!” It was the angle. He was delving in too deeply. She couldn’t take him this way.

Was this her punishment?

Panic rushed through her, and he stilled. Halfway inside her, he paused. His hands went to her breasts, molding and caressing her, pulling at her tight nipples.

Cassidy groaned, undulating, trying to work herself off his thick cock.

Or further on…

Soon, it wasn’t clear. Her body was working hard, her pussy clamping down on the invasion. Her breasts felt swollen and hot as he encouraged her, tempting her to do something she wasn’t sure she should.

Their gazes connected.

Suddenly, he pinched her nipples hard. The pain and electricity shot right down to her pussy, making her jolt. She surged upwards as he thrust forward… all the way… into her to the hilt.

She let out a cry of pleasure, her toes pointing straight.

He pulled back and pumped into her again.

Dark pleasure swirled. She shouldn’t feel like this. The man didn’t care for her. He hated all that was hers. She shouldn’t put herself in his hands like this.

Yet when his hands took her hips again and began to show her how to move, she took the tutelage quickly. Round and round he rolled her hips, grinding her tight sheath onto him. Holding her still, he plunged deep, pulled back and plunged again. With her legs tight against his ears, the fit was excruciatingly snug. Flesh dragged against wet flesh.

Cassidy’s second orgasm came rushing at her hard. Fast. “Rafer,” she gasped.

“Let it happen.”

He thrust. He fucked. He was right there with her.

“Oh… Oh!”

“Cassidy!”

Their bodies fought together, churning and rolling. When the pleasure crested, they arched. The sun beat down on them, drawing sweat out of their pores. Yet when they slowly slumped to the ground together, it was the soft wind that kissed their skin.

Cassidy felt boneless, sated and worried.

Rafer brushed a kiss against her temple. “Welcome to hell, angel. I think I’m going to have to charge you interest.”

* * * * *

Rafer had no idea what he was doing as he carried Cassidy up the steps of his deck. A Wilson. In his home. He didn’t know why he was letting it happen. He just knew he wasn’t ready to let her go.

He hadn’t intended for this to happen. He’d just wanted a kiss.

He should have known he wouldn’t be able to stop there.

She was like a fire in his blood. Ever since she’d moved in next door, he hadn’t been able to get his mind off of her. She was so pretty, an angel’s face on a siren’s body. It was her gentle-natured personality, though, that had pushed him over the edge.

He’d wondered if all that sweetness was an act… If that buzzard of a grandfather of hers had put her in that house to drive him slowly insane. He still wondered about that, especially with the way she and her dog kept prancing around in front of him. Tempting and teasing him.

But she was sweet. No doubt about that now.

Her voice was music to his ears when she called his name, her perfume an enticement to his nose. But her taste… Her kisses were addictive, her hard little nipples a treat. And her pussy… He could feast on her all day long.

He couldn’t let her go now, not when he was afraid she’d never be back.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

Her dog ran into the house the moment he opened the back door, but Rafer didn’t care. He looked down at the woman he held as he crossed the threshold. She was naked in his arms, her pretty skin flushed pink. He felt his tired cock jump, not so tired after all. “I’m sick of the fighting.”

Her brown eyes narrowed. “We’re not fighting now?”

She had him there.

“I’m not sure,” he confessed.

He turned into his bedroom, and she looked around nervously. No whips or chains waited, yet her eyes were still full of suspicion when she looked at him again. That and wariness. He didn’t know how to allay her fear. He wasn’t certain about this himself. They were venturing into new territory here, but he wasn’t going to stop. He wanted her.

And he wanted her to want him.

He carried her to the bed and laid her upon the unmade sheets. Still shy, she pulled them over her nakedness. When she looked at him, it was through the dark fringe of her lashes. “My grandfather warned me you were the worst of the bunch.”

He paused as he pulled his shirt off his shoulders. “Yeah, well your grandfather is one self-righteous bastard.”