Jagged Hearts (9 page)

“Next time,” he promised. “You can taste me all you want next time. Now, spread your legs wide, baby, and let me love you.”

She moaned and complied, her feet resting on the edge of the mattress as he moved in. He gripped his dick with one hand while he thrust a couple of fingers inside her, making sure she was still wet and ready for him. With a groan that matched hers, he pressed in, sinking until his balls tapped against her skin. She was tight, so fucking tight his dick was choking. He needed to move, to fuck, but there was something else he needed first.

He dropped his hands to brace outside her shoulders, and she wrapped those sexy legs of hers around his waist. Their gazes clashed and held. She surged up, arms lifting, fingers burying in his hair and jerking his head down until their lips meshed and held. He thrust his tongue deep, sharing her flavor and loving the way she didn’t shy away from it.

This was the Paisley he’d always sensed. The woman with fire in her veins. They broke the kiss, each of them gasping, and Paisley fell back to the mattress, rolling her head from side to side as she moved her fingers to dig her nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck me,” she commanded.

He took her then, holding nothing back as he fucked her fast and hard, finding pleasure in every sound she made, every demand she gave.

“Harder, Bare!” she commanded one moment then demanded something else. “Deeper!”

She met him thrust for thrust, seeming insatiable, as if every stroke of his cock only made her want more. She clung, scratched and at one point, leaned over and bit his bicep as if she couldn’t control herself. When he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer, he slid a hand down, bracing his weight on one arm while he milked her clitoris.

She screamed. Fuck, she was loud in her pleasure, and he loved it. He felt her pussy ripple then clench down hard on his pistoning dick. He bellowed, hips jerking as he came so hard he felt lightheaded. He collapsed against her, knowing he was probably crushing her but unable to move.

She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly to her as they both fought for air.

“Give me a sec,” he panted. “Promise I’ll move.”

“I like you here,” she whispered. “Solid and warm.”

“Heavy,” he grunted and went to move. She clung to him, and he ended up cupping her ass with one hand as he brought her up with him, his cock slipping out before he collapsed back on the bed with her now sprawled over his chest.

“Fuck,” he finally muttered when he could breathe in more than pants.

She propped her fist on his chest and rested her chin on it. “Well?” she asked, nervously biting her lip.

“Well, what?”

“Good? Bad?”

“Jesus, Paisley. If it were any better, we’d need to wait a few more years before going again.”

Her eyes went wide. “But you said I could taste you next time. I was thinking like ten minutes.”

He chuckled. “Christ, what you do to me,” he murmured and tugged her face closer for a kiss. He shifted when they broke apart again, easing her over to the mattress beside him before forcing himself to his feet, one hand reaching down to carefully remove the condom.

“Let me take care of this,” he said. He felt her eyes on him as he moved across the room to the attached bath to clean up and discard the used rubber.

When he came back out with a wet cloth to clean her up, she was sprawled on the bed, her hands resting above her head, eyes closed, lips curved into a Cheshire cat smile. He couldn’t resist pressing his lips to hers. Those beautiful, green eyes opened and met his gaze.

“Let me clean you up before this gets cold,” he said.

She just shut her eyes and shifted her legs wider. He took his time, enjoying the intimacy of washing the traces of pleasure from her sex and thighs. He couldn’t resist dropping a kiss atop her folds before standing.

She moaned and stretched, surprising him with how comfortable she was in her nudity. But then, she’d spent years parading around in front of hundreds of people in tiny scraps of cloth.

“Next time, it’s my turn to clean you,” she said, blinking her eyes open. “With my tongue.”

“Damn, Paisley. Keep that up, and we won’t need ten minutes,” he vowed as he ducked back in the restroom. His cock was already showing renewed interest, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more than the feel of her breath over the crown to have him more than ready for round two.

How deep would she take him? Would she swallow or have him shoot his cum somewhere on her body? Fuck! His dick stood tall, eager to find out, by the time he hit the light switch and pulled the bathroom door shut.

“Ready for round two?” he asked as he made his way back to the bed.

Paisley didn’t say a word. The room was dark again, but he had no trouble understanding her silence. He gave a bark of laughter as he glanced down at the woman he loved, sound asleep. He shook his head and slid into bed beside her. She curled up on her side by him, one leg curling over his hip and barely missing his dick. Her hand slid across his chest until it rested over his heart, head pillowed on his shoulder. Then she settled, her body going completely lax in sleep.

He hoped she understood that, now that she’d come to his bed, he didn’t plan to let her leave. He’d left the initial choice to her, not hiding how much he wanted her but not pressuring her either. The moment she’d said yes, the moment he’d tasted her sweetness, sunk deep in her channel, all bets were off. She was his now, and he intended to keep her.

Chapter Eight

Paisley woke the next morning, feeling utterly relaxed and content and warm, ungodly warm. She and Bare had shifted during the night, and he was now plastered against her back, his morning erection pressed against her ass. She wiggled experimentally, and Bare moaned. The hand on her belly lifted to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple.

“Morning.” His husky voice sounded close to her ear.

“Morning,” she whispered. She’d fallen asleep last night. Taunted him with wanting a second round then gone out like a light.

His thumb rubbed. “Feel okay this morning?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned, wiggling against him.

Bare groaned. “Keep wiggling that ass, and I’ll have you on your stomach, fucking you good morning.”

She bit her bottom lip and wiggled in invitation.

“Paisley,” he warned, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

“Do I have to beg?” she asked.

“Fuck,” he grunted, and the next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees, listening to him rip open a condom. Two fingers plunged into her, and she dropped her head to the mattress, fingers clenched in the sheet.

“Wider,” he ordered and used his knees to forced hers to do as he wanted. He pressed a hand against the small of her back, urging her arch her back in the way he wanted. His fingers left her passage, and the crown of his cock kissed her opening then slid deep.

“Yes,” she moaned. God, she moaned a lot with him, but he did his fair share of moaning and groaning, too.

Last night had been hard and fast, but today, he was slow and easy, shafting deep and holding there before slowing pulling back until just the head remained. Back and forth, he went, driving her crazy with a desperate need for more.

“You feel so good,” he said. He gripped her hip with one hand while the other traced over her skin. “Soft. Warm. Wet. I could spend the rest of my life buried inside you.”

“Bare.” His name was a plea from her lips.

He bent over her, his cock sinking deeper as he trailed his lips over her skin. “The things I want to do to you,” he whispered.

“Do them,” she begged.

His husky chuckle washed over her. “I want to tie you to my bed. Spread you out and have you completely at my mercy.”

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed with another moan.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he told her, and her hunger grew, wanting the same. “I want to fuck your ass,” he continued, and a chill went down her spine at the thought of taking him there. “I want you every way I can have you.”

“Okay,” she whispered and felt him still behind her.

“What?” he asked. He’d jerked up, his cock rocking deep, and she was desperate to have him move, to have him fuck her.

“Bare,” she said again and wiggled her hips in invitation.

“What did you say, Paisley?” he demanded.

She gritted her teeth and turned her head to glance back at him, not surprised to find his gaze glued to her.

“I said okay. You can do whatever you want to me, just fuck me and make me come,” she commanded.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “The things you do to me.”

He’d said the same thing the night before, making her wonder what she did do to him. Then he moved, hands gripping her hips as he fucked her hard and deep. What was it about him that made her want him like this?

All thought left her mind, leaving her to do nothing but feel. She felt wild and insatiable, ravenous for him and what he offered. She surged back into him.

“Good,” he panted. “So fucking good.”

“
Yes
,” she hissed in agreement as he hit a sweet spot deep inside her.

He pulled out, dropping to the bed beside her, wrapping one fist around his cock and holding it up to her. “Ride me,” he ordered. “I need to see your face. God, I need to see you.”

She straddled his thighs, bending down and talking his shaft into her mouth, tasting herself on the condom. Her lips met his fingers, and she darted her tongue out over them before releasing him and positioning herself over him. She eased down until he filled her again. He lifted his hands up, and she gripped them with hers, using his strength to help her rise and fall, finding a rhythm that rocked them both. When she was steady, he moved one hand, cupping her breast and tweaking the nipple.

“Christ, I want to coat these with my cum, rub it into these tight little nipples of yours,” he said.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she countered. “Want to taste you on my tongue, swallow down all you have to give and suck for more.”

She wasn’t surprised this time when he toppled her over and fucked her hard and fast. She lifted her legs to cling to his hips, gripped his shoulders and arched her neck, crying out with every claiming plunge inside her. That’s what he was doing, claiming her. It was as if she were waking up from a long sleep. She felt gloriously alive. She came with a loud cry, not caring who heard how much she loved what Bare shared with her.

She was still coming when he pulled out. She watched through hooded eyes as he tore off the condom and jerked his cock off. She sat up, cupping her breasts and squeezing them together while licking her lips and offering her mouth as well. He groaned and let the first burst hit her chest. The second caught her chin, splashing down to join the first. Then he gripped her hair and pressed the head into her open mouth, shallowly fucking while she sucked and took the remainder down her throat.

They were both panting when he tugged free and sat back on his heels. She ran her fingers through the cum on her chest and brought some to her mouth, darting out her tongue and tasting him again.

“Jesus!” Bare muttered. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Mm-hmm,” she groaned, licking her finger clean before dropping her hand to rub his cum into her chest and nipples. “I hope not. I have plans for you.”

“Plans?” he asked, one eyebrow going up.

“You said you were going to tie me up and…” She wiggled her ass. “Do other things to me.”

He leaned into her, kissing her, tongue plunging deep with no concern for the fact his taste was still on her lips and tongue. It was hot and sexy and had her motor revving all over again. She was ready to pounce, to take him down to the mattress and lick him head to toe until he was ready to go again. She didn’t think it would take him long. He’d awakened a primal hunger in her.

She didn’t know if he realized Lance was the only other man she’d been with. Sex wasn’t just physical with her. It was emotional. She’d never been able to separate the two, which made her admit something to herself. She was falling in love with Bare. Now that the blinders of grief had been lifted, she saw the man and wanted all he offered and more. She didn’t plan to let him leave her bed until he realized he was hers now, and she wasn’t giving him up.

Their gazes locked and held. Breaths caught as she waited to see what he’d do next.

The moment was shattered by a knock at the door.

A throat cleared, and Gilly spoke. “Thought you should know Jamison called and wanted to speak to you.”

“I’ll call him back later,” Bare yelled.

“Two hours ago,” Gilly continued. “That was when he called. I believe he’s on his way here at this point.”

“Shit,” Bare muttered.

“I’d hurry if I were you,” Gilly continued, clearing his throat again. “You, too, Paisley.”

She felt her cheeks flame. Then she bit her lip in an attempt to hold in her laughter at the look on Bare’s face. He wasn’t happy about being interrupted.

“It would serve him right if we’re fucking when he gets here,” he said, gaze skimming over her.

“You might not have a problem with my dad bursting in while you’re naked, but I do,” she said and went to move off the bed.

Bare caught her hand and tugged her back until she was flush against him.

“We’re not done,” he said. “I want you in my bed again tonight.”

“I want that, too.”

“Paisley.” He shook his head, saying nothing but her name before leaning in to kiss her softly.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. “Except the shower across the hall in my room. I suggest you make use of the one in here.”

He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m not going to forget you told me I can do what I want to you.”

“I certainly hope not,” she said and left the bed.

She felt his eyes on her ass as she bent to grab her clothes off the floor. Her panties had been a casualty of Bare’s ardor, and she had no idea where they’d ended up. She used the gown to quickly wipe over her face and chest before tugging on the robe and fastening the belt. Satisfied she’d done the best she could for now, she headed toward the door. Bare hadn’t moved an inch.