Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series (30 page)

Olivia is lost in the sensation between her
legs as it gains strength, a delicious pleasure building inside
her. His hand slides across her wet swollen folds and finds her
most sensitive spot with the pad of his thumb. Moving with
expertise, he rubs her with just the right pressure. She finally
answers through panted breaths. “Yes.” As he takes her breast in
his mouth and teases her nipple with his tongue, he growls against
her sensitive skin. “We’ll talk about that later.” Right now, he
just wants to get this perfect pink flesh into his mouth.

Leaning back, she undoes his pants. The feel
of him through the material, is no longer satisfying. Lifting his
hips slightly, he guides them down to his thighs giving her full
access to his painfully hard erection. They both moan as she moves
her hips on top of him rubbing her clit against him without the
fabric between them. Running her hands through his hair, she lifts
her hips as he adjusts his position underneath her. She doesn’t
care that he’s not protected. She wants to feel his cock inside
her, naked, nothing between them. She wants that more than anything
else right now. When she lowers herself, she can feel him in place
pushing against her ready to enter and she’s ready for him.

She’ll control what she wants and what she
doesn’t. She will no longer be anybodies victim. She lets him slide
in, sheathing him completely with her body. It’s even tighter this
way and she gasps slightly at the feeling of being stretched so
wide. She has never been with a man whose so long and thick and
without a condom on, the raw feel of him against her causes an
amazing friction that only ratchets up her desire. Ethan tries to
slow her movements. “Go slow, baby. I don’t want you to hurt
yourself.” She tightens her muscles and squeezes him as she lifts
her hips, forcing him to come to the edge of withdrawal. With both
hands on her hips, he guides her back down and buries it deeper
inside her. She purrs her pleasure. ”Oh God, YES!”

That’s all the encouragement he needs to
wraps his arms around her waist and lift her as he is gets to his
feet. When he does, his pants slide to the floor and he steps out
of them. She wraps her arms and legs around him as he kneels on the
floor and lowers her to the ground. He’s already inside her but he
pushes himself in further as he lays her down, this time meeting
the end of her cervix. His balls land heavily against her bottom
and stimulate the sensitive nerves around her anus. She takes a
deep breath, enjoying the new sensation. “Oh,Ethan… Oh!”

This time Ethan goes slowly, careful not to
overpower her. Running her hands all over his body, she feels every
taut muscle, every ounce of glorious male flesh. It’s far better
than she had ever imagined. Rolling her hips in small circles on
his inward strokes, she forces his pelvic bone to brush across her
clit. The continuous and deliberate pressure makes the tiny knot of
nerves swell. Ethan wants to kiss her so badly, and finally claim
those full sensual lips. To hell with the rules. He lifts himself,
supporting his weight on his forearms, moving his lips to hers and
claiming them for a few moments before she turns her head and
offers him her neck. He growls his displeasure. “We’re going to
talk about that later as well.” He warns as he lowers his mouth to
nibble along her collarbone.

Moving downwards, he finds her very
sensitive nipple and tongues it gently before gently sucking it
completely into his mouth. Taking the other nipple between his
thumb and forefinger he gives it a little twist as he tugs on it.
His touch fuels the fire already burning strong between her legs
and she desperately calls out his name wanting him to deepen his
thrusts. He lowers his body, pressing her bare breasts against his
chest and meets her needs, filling her with every inch of
himself.

The sensation is too much for Olivia and the
ripples of a small orgasm begin to pulse through her, building in
intensity. Ethan arches his back and holding himself over her, he
lowers his forehead to hers. He holds her gaze and not for a moment
does he abandon her eyes. It’s the most intimate thing she has ever
experienced. She lifts her hips to meet his thrusts and Ethan
adjusts his weight above her, stroking into her with hard, slow
thrusts. His skin becomes damp with perspiration, making his body
glisten above her.

The sound of rushing blood in her ears is
all Olivia can hear, her body stiffening as anxiety once again
takes hold of her, pulling her into a dark place and erasing all
promises of pleasure. Ethan grunts as he pounds himself against
her, his release near. Turning her attention to his pleasure, she
bites at his neck and digs her fingers into the flesh of his ass
pulling him forward. She feels his balls draw tight and she knows
that with a few more thrusts he’s going to come HARD.

Somehow through all the glorious sensations
rushing through his body, the pleasure building and thrumming from
his core and spreading outward, he has the presence of mind to
remember that he’s not wearing a condom. “Shit!” He curses as he
withdraws harshly, taking himself in hand and giving himself the
last few strokes he needs, spreading warm spurts of cum all over
her stomach. She runs her hand through his hair, damp from their
lovemaking, as he nuzzles against her neck and gently rolls to the
side freeing her from the weight of his body.

“Were you going to stop me?” He asks through
panted breaths.

“I meant to” She whispers.

Exhausted, she stretches and tries to relax
the muscles in her legs, noticing the strained feeling in her
vaginal walls. She lets out a small groan of discomfort.

“Baby? Are you ok?” He’s alarmed. “Olivia,
I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“You didn’t come again. Let me make it right
for you.” Sliding his hand down between her legs, he’s intent on
making her come. She winces, feeling chaffed, sore, and far too
sensitive. Grabbing his hand, she stops him.

She puts her finger on his mouth and shushes
him. “Shhhhh. I did come and I’m just fine. I’m just a little sore.
It’s been a long time for me.” She moves her head against his chest
and caresses him with her hands. Cuddling was against the original
set of rules but she really doesn’t care now, in fact, she’s
willing to let that rule fall by the way side.

Ethan wraps his arms around her and holds
her close, guilt haunting him. She’s lying to him again and he
knows it. He doesn’t understand why but he’ll let It go for now. “I
shouldn’t have forced you at the bar.” His hands rub apologetically
up and down her back.

“Ethan, I was a willing participant. You
didn’t force me to do anything.”

“But afterwards, you were upset. I was too
rough.” He strokes her hair in a loving and nurturing gesture that
seems to make him feel better. “Rachel said…”

She interrupts him. “I’m fine. I just needed
to sort some stuff out in my head. And I really don’t want to talk
about it anymore.” She pulls away from him, grabs the tea towel
from the chair and wipes her stomach clean. Sitting up, making sure
to avoid his eyes, she grabs her dress off the floor and tugs it
back over her head.

Leaning on his elbows, he props himself up,
watching her curiously. “OK then… let’s talk about you leaving the
bar and taking a cab home without your panties.”

She can tell that agitates him. Shrugging
her shoulders nonchalantly, she tries to make it seem like it’s not
a big deal. However, it’s a HUGE deal to Ethan. His domineering
nature won’t permit him to let things like that go. He sits
straight up so he can look her straight in the eyes. “Do you have
any idea how dangerous that is?” His voice no longer tender and
loving as it was a few moments ago. His body language changes and
his expression becomes harsh as he chastises her. “You could have
bumped into any one of those drunken assholes on the way out of the
bar. What if the cab driver noticed while you were getting into his
car? Jesus, Olivia! He could have locked you in and driven you out
to some remote area…” His blood starts to boil just thinking about
it.

She gets defensive. “But I didn’t bump into
anybody and the driver didn’t see anything.”

“But he could have. And then I get here and
you haven’t even locked the doors to the house.” He scolds her like
a child. “You put yourself in a very dangerous situation.”

She hadn’t thought about that when she left.
She only wanted to put some distance between them. She pouts and
looks down avoiding the harshness of his stare. “I’m sorry.” She
has no idea why she’s always apologizing to him.

Ethan lifts his hand to her face and forces
her to look at him as he brushes his thumb across her pouting lip.
His words slightly soften but his expression is still hard and
intimidating. “If anybody hurt you baby girl… I swear to Christ I’d
come unglued!”

The tormented expression on his face,
confirms that he’s telling the truth. His words are overwhelming
and she gets a heavy feeling in her chest as her heart fights the
feelings starting to build. She stares at him, trying to figure out
what it is about him that gets her all tied up into knots.
Especially considering the short time that they’ve known each
other.

She’s going to have a difficult time trying
to stay in control of this relationship. If that’s even possible.
His hard tone diminishes and he leans forward, kissing her on the
forehead, feeling her anxiety as his lips touch her. “Ok then.” He
takes a deep calming breath. “So let’s just agree that from now on…
YOU” He taps her on the nose. “You WILL wear underpants at ALL
TIMES when you’re out in public.” His words are playful but
stringent at the same time. She manages a somewhat forced smile.
How does he do that? How does he go from dark and controlling to
warm and fuzzy within seconds? It makes her feel uneasy and yet
oddly aroused. Still, he has had some good points about her
safety.

Then it dawns on her. The way she felt at
the field when all the women were enjoying the view of his body.
“Ok... It’s a deal.” She gets to her feet and starts to walk
towards the bathroom safely out of range and making sure that she
gets in the last word. “AND… YOU” She says pointing at him for
dramatic effect. “Will no longer be dropping your pants at the
soccer field so all the girls can gawk at you.” She gives him back
one of his own ‘I mean business’ looks. Closing the door behind
her, she smiles, pleased at her counter request.

Ethan smiles at her rebuttal. He had no idea
that had upset her but he likes that she feels jealous and just a
tad possessive. It’s further proof that she does have feelings for
him. She’s not submitting completely to him yet, but she is
submitting. If she needs to feel that she has some control in this
relationship then he’s willing to let her. Especially if it means
she’ll start to drop her guard and let him in to her life.

When she steps out of the bathroom, he’s
coming downstairs after having used the other bathroom to clean up
and get dressed. He reaches for her as she walks towards him and
pulls her into a warm embrace. His stomach gets all jittery as he
holds her there. This is where she belongs, in his arms, and he
doesn’t want to let her go. “I can stay if you like. John can
handle things at the bar.”

She had often wished that she were one of
those girls that had long sexy legs that went on forever, adding a
few more inches to her height. Snuggling against his chest,
considering his offer, she’s thankful for the first time ever for
genetics and her mere 5’ 4” of height, tucking her head perfectly
in under his chin. It feels good… it feels right… and she worries
about how quickly she could develop feelings for him… how could she
not? Hell, it was happening already, and she’ll be devastated when
he leaves. There is no doubt in her mind that he’ll leave. He’s too
suave and charming to be a one-woman man. As much as she wishes she
could lay all night in his arms she knows that she has to stick to
the plan. “No, you need to go. Staying over is against the rules of
our arrangement.” She says it in a very businesslike tone and it
irks him.

“Olivia, listen… about these rules.”

Before he can utter another word, she
becomes distressed and interrupts him. “You’ll follow the rules
won’t you, Ethan?” Her body goes rigid in his arms. “Please…
promise me you’ll follow the rules.” Clenching his jaw, he looks
towards the ceiling, mumbling something she thinks is a prayer for
strength. “Please.” She pleads one last time in a way that he can’t
deny her anymore.

Against his own desires, he agrees. “Ok, ok…
I promise.” Feeling resentful of her demands, he releases her and
heads for the door. Following him to the stairs, she struggles with
what to say. “Goodnight, Ethan. Thank you.”

He digs his keys out of his pocket and looks
back at her with an injured expression that conveys his discontent.
“Thank you for what? Fucking you?”

Embarrassed by the apparent stupidity of her
remark her face flushes. “I guess.”

He turns the doorknob and opens the door.
“You’re welcome.” He stares at her with an agonizing fury as he
lets himself out and closes the door. Standing just outside he
stops and waits… angry…conflicted. He shouldn’t leave things like
this. He was hurt when she rejected his offer to stay but then he
shouldn’t have given her a choice. He should have just told her
that he was staying.

Inside, Olivia’s bottom lip begins to
tremble as a storm of different emotions hit her with all the
finesse of gale force winds. Overwrought by their intensity she
sits on the top step covering her face with her hands and starts to
cry. Still standing just outside the door Ethan hears her sobs
through the open window. You would think with three younger sisters
that he’d be immune to the sounds of a woman crying but this is gut
wrenching torture for him. Putting his hand back on the doorknob,
he hesitates, listening to her gasp for air between sobs while
trying to catch her breath. Leaning his forehead against the door,
he curses before he forces himself to turn and walk away.