Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) (19 page)

Alex ignored Dan’s
insinuation. So what if he wanted her. He couldn’t imagine any man not wanting
Bryn McClure. He hated the offer he’d made to Dan as soon as the words came out
of his mouth, but that’s how it would have to be. He couldn’t preordain that what
he gave her tonight would be enough, much as he wanted it to. After all, she
specifically said she wanted them both. She had to make the decisions now, it
was the least they could do.

He waited until Dan
climbed into the truck before quietly going back inside. His pulse throbbed in
his throat. Did she expect him to spank her, tie her up before fucking her?
He’d never had this problem before. Women he’d dated, hell, even women he’d
loved, or thought he loved, never confused him like Bryn. Would she even respond
to normal foreplay?

Sweat beaded his upper
lip as he perched on the couch at the far end of the room. It felt like eighth
grade when he stressed out about asking Rachel Vasquez to dance, what words to
use, whether she would say yes. Jesus. He was thirty-four years old, had so
many women he’d lost count. This was ridiculous.

***

Time passed as Bryn worked at the
sink, her nerves strung like guy-wires and two dishes shattered in the process.
She fervently hoped that they decided not to pursue her request. Her body
shuddered at the idea, at once overwhelmingly fabulous and terrifying. Even
more upsetting was the lurking truth about her feelings and the hell going on
in her mind that led her to this point.

She heard the door close
and went to finish clearing the table. It surprised her to see Alex settling
himself at the far end of the room to watch television. The truck’s lights made
an arc and headed toward the cabin.

“I told him I’d walk
down,” Alex said. “I wanted time to talk with you.”

She gulped. Her mind
frantically considered what to say, what to do as she carried the cornbread and
butter to the kitchen without replying to Alex. She rinsed the last of the
dishes and started to spoon leftover chili into a container. Everything had
started zooming past her in a blur.

“If Mohammed won’t come
to the mountain...” he said, standing in the kitchen doorway with his arms
folded.

His body emanated male
energy. It pulled on her, filled some empty place inside her. His presence
ignited her whole body. And all of it made her temper flare. She shoved the
container of chili into the refrigerator and slammed the door.

She felt him behind her.
The hair on her neck stood up like it did when she was a little girl in the
dark and something was sneaking up and about to jump. She whirled around.

Alex stood there for a
split second after she turned. His eyes glinted in the low light. Then he
pulled her against him while his mouth began its plunder. His hands grazed down
her back to her buttocks as her arms wrapped across his shoulders. Her pulse
throbbed in her ears as her body went from zero to sixty. Then he stepped back.

“God, Bryn, you’re so
gorgeous. What man wouldn’t want you?” He exhaled in a rush, shaking his head.
“Okay, I talked to Dan. He agrees with me that we owe you a lot for your
generosity during our stay here.” He cleared his throat. “What you’ve
requested...let me be sure I understand—you want both of us—but separately or
together?”

She shivered, barely able
to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head. She felt like she has entered
an alternate universe. Could she really ask for this?

“I had
thought...together, but...”

His eyes burned. “I can’t
do that, both of us with you at the same time,” he said tensely.

“You mean...”

“If you want Dan, he’ll
make himself available. If you want me,” he
breathed,
his voice low in his throat, “I’m available now.” The flash in his eyes shot to
her core.

“Ha-ha.” The small
nervous laugh rushed out of her.
“Oh, I, uh, yes.”

“Yes, you want me?”

She smiled and nodded,
unable to form words. Her head buzzed. She wanted desperately to know what he
thought, whether this was something he wanted to do because he desired her or
if he was here only because she asked. She couldn’t find the answer, much as
she searched his face for some expression.

“Do you want me to take
you by force? Is that part of it? Because, Bryn McClure, if you are to be
ravished, it should be by your rules.”

Her pulse thudded in her
ears. Yes, she wanted him to force her, take her to the cliff and fall over it
with her. At the same time, she couldn’t think of anything she feared more.
Maybe she would never recover. She felt like her life hovered on the crumbling
edge. She didn’t even know how Dan would factor in.
Couldn’t
think that far.
Couldn’t think at all, actually.

Things had gone far past
the point where her brain worked normally. She didn’t want to be in control.
She wanted magic, where he knew what she wanted and gave it to her.

Like he was reading her
mind, he took her hands. Heat radiated through his fingers. She felt his
tension ripple into her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes? Yes, you want me to
force you?”

She nodded.

His jaw pulsed. For a
second, she didn’t know if he liked her answer. He pulled her away from the
sink, flipping off the light switch as he led her to the bedroom. Light from
the lamp by the couch cast faint illumination around the hallway corner and
into her bedroom. His eyes shone like gemstones in the dim light.

Her breath came in little
gasps as he ripped off her t-shirt and grazed his hands over the silk bra cups
where her nipples jutted in hard knots. He yanked down the bra and seized the
knots in his mouth, sucking and biting while his hand stoked and massaged,
sending spears of heat through her belly. Involuntary gasps and moans purred
from her throat.

Her hands slid over his
smooth hot skin, over the sinew and muscle that flexed and bulged as his body overtook
every part of her. Her shoes, her jeans, every stitch separating her from his
hands and mouth was tugged and thrown until her body shook under his assault.

“You’re beautiful,” he
whispered. “Unbelievable.” He paused.
“Condom?”

She shook her head. “I
have prevention.”

 His intense blue
eyes locked on hers while he jerked his boots off his feet and flew through the
fasteners on his jeans to rip them off before tearing his shirt over his head.

His body looked even more
magnificent than she remembered, the amazing muscled chest rippling down to his
tight hips, the wide shoulders and brawny arms, all of him vital and surging
with desire. His thick cock angled toward her in the shadowy room, its wide
head swollen. Her hands flew over him, her fingers finding his flat nipples and
the mat of hair on his chest.

“Oh,
god, Alex.”

“Bryn,” he groaned, heat
radiating off his powerful chest. He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up to
bring her wet center down onto his rigid length.

“Oh my god!” she cried
out, grabbing the bunching muscles of his arms.

The sudden thick thrust
of his hard cock inside her belly blew every last thought out of her mind. He
held her there, impaled on his erection, as he walked the few steps to the
wall. Her sock-clad feet clenched behind his butt, her hands gripping his
shoulders. Then he shoved her against the wall and held her there while he
slowly eased his cock out of her.

“
Ohh
,
god,
ohh
,” her voice sounded foreign to her ears. How
long had she been moaning?
“
Ohh
.”

Halfway
out.
Her head
lolled deliriously against the wall. Maybe she was drooling. Then he pushed
back in, shoving her upwards. Was that her voice screaming?

“Do you
want
this?” he grunted out between his slow torturing strokes. “Say you
do
,
Bryn, say you
do
.” His words came with stronger shoves upward. She had
never been so full, so completely possessed by a man.

“Oh, yes, yes, I want
you, Alex, my god yes.”

His mouth demanded her
obedience, his tongue shoving past her lips and stroking against her tongue and
the roof of her mouth. His hard chest pressed against her swollen breasts,
burying the nipples against his skin and rubbing side to side to fully feel her
against him. He kept sliding his cock out and then back in deeper, each time
lifting her with the thrust of his hips. He groaned as her hands ran over his
shoulders and down his sides and pulled on his buttocks.

“Jesus, Bryn, I needed
this,” he said savagely, lowering his mouth to hers again, kissing and sucking
on her lips, fucking her mouth with his tongue.

Her vagina rippled around
his thickness. With each thrust of his tongue, her wet pussy pulled on him. His
stiff chest hair rasped against her tender breasts as his kissing swelled her
mouth. Her tongue met his, eager to match his hunger. Her hands splayed over
his iron shoulders, thrilling in the flex of his sinewy muscle. Her thighs
clasped more tightly around his sculpted abs, pulling him deeper into her
saturated folds.

With a groan, he drew his
head back and carried her to the bed, each step prodding him further into her
belly. He lowered himself over her, briefly skimming her hair and kissing down
the side of her neck. His body trembled as he began a slower rhythm, fucking
her in long drawn out thrusts that brought the tip of his huge erection to the
brink of her opening before slowly burying himself to the hilt against her
drenched lips. Each plunge drove into her like hot metal, filling her belly
with his strength.

With fierce kisses and
greedy licking, he milked her nipples until she cried out. Electric current
shot from her breasts to her crotch before spiraling through her body. She
tossed and turned as his pace quickened, driving into her so forcefully his
breath shuddered with each stroke.

Desperate to please him,
to more fully yield to his onslaught, her hands massaged his tight buttocks and
tore at his supple back. She took his head between her hands, bruising their
mouths with brutal kisses. As their tongues thrust against each other, her
hands roamed through his hair, exulting in the bones of his skull, his rigid
neck, the line of his jaw.  

He buried his face in her
hair, biting her shoulder and the side of her throat spiking waves of
excitement down her body.

“I wanted this,” he
muttered in a raw voice. “God help me.”

Sweat poured off him as
he shifted his rhythm, moving faster now, his thick scrotum slapping between
her thighs as he drove his raging length to her core. A place inside her heated
and swelled, awakened and hungry for the almost-painful fullness he brought
with each thrust. A spot inside her knew him, pulled her toward him, until her
hips moved of their own accord toward his plunges. She raised her knees and
brought her feet close to her buttocks, lifting her hips to coax and fit him.

The maddening pulse of
her orgasm simmered then boiled as it gathered from her skin and raced to her
center. Her clit stiffened, her pussy contracted, and she felt herself tighten
and pulse around him. His body heaved in short thrusting bursts, his groan
matching hers as she felt him blast liquid fire deep inside her belly.

There were not words or
worries or anything else in her mind. She drifted, rapturous.

He rested, lying on his
side as his hand traced over her lips, her neck, and down over her breasts. Her
breathing slowly normalized. She became lost in his gaze, his eyes still full
of desire. What would it be like to have this every day?

Fool
, she cautioned herself.
Why think
it?

After a few minutes, his
hand cupped her pussy, slowly stroking the swollen cleft and the aching nub of
nerves nestled there.

“Oh,
no, Alex.”
Sweat
flashed over her.

“Oh, yes,” he murmured,
circling her clit in torturous slides of his thumb.

“I can’t, it’s too much.”

“You can,” he breathed, sitting
suddenly to spread her legs apart. “This is ravishment, remember?” He grinned.

In shock, she watched him
begin to tie her ankles to the bed posts. She pulled against him, but he
gripped firmly until the knots were made, then turned to her wrists. She held
her hands close to her chest but couldn’t resist the power he exerted to
stretch first one arm, then the other out to her sides.

Tugging on her ties, her
body fully exposed to his view, her thought raced between the exquisite heat
pouring over her and the furious need he ignited. He squatted back from her and
looked her up and down in a deliberate way. She memorized how he looked, like
one of her dream scenes only a hundred times more powerful and wonderful as he
crouched between her legs, his cock already stiff and waiting.

She wanted time to stop,
to have him forever.

His groan started as a
barely perceptible rumble while his mouth and hands worshipped her entire body,
sucking and licking. He softly massaged the sensitive mounds of her breasts until
her nipples ached.  His warm hands slid around her hips and stroked her
buttocks until her legs shuddered. He teased apart her moist pubic hair with
his fingers then put the tip of his tongue to her rigid nub of clitoral flesh,
flicking it lightly. Pleas hovered in her throat as the slender tip stiffened
in response.