He walked to the bed and stared down at me with his dark blue eyes, his lids heavy with desire. As his heated gaze drifted down between my legs, my body responded and my knees relaxed and opened. I wanted him to look at me. And he knew it. There in the intimacy of his bedroom, I lay stretched out, naked and feeling completely wicked. And Rett made me feel as if I was here on earth solely for his pleasure. I existed only for him. I was there just for his eyes and his eyes only. And now that I’d found him, I was free to feel the passion that I’d yearned for so badly.
The small muscle in the side of his stubble covered jaw twitched as if it was taking all his control not to touch me, an unusual state for a man who was almost annoyingly relaxed about everything. Even with the intense urges that pulsed through my body, his presence had an amazing calming effect on me. As badly as I wanted him to touch me, having him take in every inch of me with his hungry gaze was almost as intense.
His mouth curved up at the corner. “You like this, Baby, don’t you? You like me to look at you.” Once again his gaze drifted down between my thighs.
“Yes,” the word cracked out of my throat with little breath behind it.
“Open them wider.” I complied. The room air cooled the hot moisture between my legs and my swollen clit ached to be touched. Then he moved, and I released the breath I’d been holding. I wanted him to touch every inch of me and he knew it. He sensed the urgency of my need to be touched, and he seemed to steel himself against pulling me under him.
My thighs were splayed wide open, and I was close to pleading with him. And that, it seemed, was what he wanted.
He leaned down and his fingers touched the apex of my thigh, only lightly brushing the swollen fold of my pussy. Instinctively, I arched toward his hand, but he dragged his fingertips up along the inside of my thigh and down my calf to my shoe. He slid the shoe off and repeated the process slowly, torturously so, with the other shoe. His long, hard erection glistened with moisture and stayed thick and swollen through it all. I had to fight the urge to wrap my fingers around it. That was how he wanted this to play out, and I was too dizzy and weak with need to change the plan.
My body tensed with disappointment as he turned and walked to the nightstand. The spray of burn scars stood out from the smooth skin of his broad shoulders as he reached into his dresser drawer. He pulled out a condom, a bottle and a red bandana. He returned and his smile caused a surge of affection to rush through me. I was already growing accustomed to his grin, his voice, his laugh. I was past that safety point that Eden had so aptly pointed out. There wasn’t going to be any easy, safe way to pull myself away from him anymore. But, as I was slowly trying to teach myself, sometimes risks needed to be taken to make life worth it all.
Long lashes curtained his dark blue eyes as he lowered his hand. I placed my palm on it. He lifted me up.
I knelt on the bed in front of him. Heat passed between our naked bodies, but we didn’t touch, at least not physically. But it didn’t matter. Every time he looked at me it felt as if he’d stroked my bare skin.
His face could not have been more handsome if it had been drawn by an artist, and being this close to him made him seem almost unreal, as if I’d just conjured him up in my mind.
He kissed me lightly and his tongue teased me for several seconds, drawing forth my breath with each tender caress. “Do you trust me?” he whispered.
I had no logical reason to trust him, the guy who had probably slept his way around California with hardly a thought to the trail of girls left behind, but I wanted him badly enough to cast off any caution or doubt. “Hmm, a man who has a convenient supply of condoms in his nightstand—” I hesitated for dramatic effect, “yes, I trust you. I don’t know why but I do.”
He smiled. “Good, I think.” He leaned toward me and kissed me again. “See that headboard. Go over there and put your hands on it. Oh, and feel free to crawl on your hands and knees over to it.”
Once again, without question and without any solid thoughts in my head, I moved on my hands and knees across the maze of tangled sheets, taking extra care to raise my naked bottom up in the air and expose every intimate inch. I was sure I hadn’t imagined the low moan behind me as he watched me crawl. The sound of it nearly made me collapse into the sheets and beg him to take me.
I took a deep breath and wrapped my fingers around the edge of the iron headboard. The mattress creaked as Barrett knelt next to me. Without a word, he wrapped the bandana around my eyes.
I reached up to stop him, but he took hold of my hand and kissed my fingertips. “Trust, remember?” His deep voice swirled around my naked body, and my head felt too heavy for my neck.
My eyes were covered and I had no idea what was happening. I nearly exploded with the need for him to take me.
“With your eyes covered you can concentrate on all your other senses.” I startled slightly as his fingers touched my naked bottom. “Especially, your sense of touch.” He pressed his mouth against my ear. His tongue drew a circle behind it. “I need to know everything about you. And, in case you were wondering . . . “ I waited for him to continue, and my hands clenched the edge of the headboard tighter as his tongue dragged up the back of my thigh. “We will fuck tonight, Baby. So be ready.”
I felt deliciously vulnerable with my eyes covered and my hands gripping the headboard as ordered. And with all the times I’d felt vulnerable and out of control with anxiety, it was not the same. Here, with Barrett, I left my body and mind in his care. He was in control, and I felt freed by the thought of it. I was no longer defenseless against my own frenzied worries. He was there to protect me from them.
The mattress moved in waves beneath my knees as he moved behind me. I was profoundly aware now of my complete and utter exposure to his gaze and to his touch. He took hold of my knees none too gently and pushed them apart and then forward, raising my bottom high into the air. His breath tickled the backs of my thighs as he shifted on the mattress again. Without consciously thinking about it, my back sank lower giving him complete access to my pussy that now ached now with the desire to be stroked. Then when I could bear the agony no longer, my wishes were answered. His tongue teased and probed the wet, swollen folds. I pushed against his mouth wanting his tongue to go deeper. With a low, throaty groan, he complied. My fingers tightened around the headboard. His thumb came up and stroked my erect clit, softly at first, and then with a greater intensity that was too much. I tensed the muscles in my legs, and he quickly shifted back to the lighter touch. Never would I have expected a man like him to be so attentive to my needs, but it was as if he existed solely for my pleasure and I was feeling absurdly greedy at the moment.
The mattress shifted again, and the mystery of not knowing what was coming coaxed a soft, nervous mewl from my throat. His tongue and fingers brought me near to the edge of no return again and again, and it seemed that the pressure building up behind the orgasm was so great that I would soon split into a million pieces. His hand and mouth left me, and this time I was no longer beyond begging. “Please, Rett, please.”
I startled as an oily liquid suddenly trickled over my lower back and then over the curve and crack of my ass. He massaged the oil in and leaned closer to me. “Beg some more, Baby. It makes my cock as hard as rock.”
“Please take me,” I whispered, but the sound of it was drowned out by my heartbeat.
He ran his finger along the crack in my ass, and I tensed and pulled away from his touch at first. I’d never been touched there, and I had no idea what it all meant or if it was something that I wanted. “Relax. I won’t do anything you don’t like.” He laughed softly. “I’m cataloguing stuff.” His light tone relaxed me, and the tension melted away.
His hand went between my legs again. His palm and wrist pressed against my throbbing clit as he pushed two fingers deep inside of me. Slowly, he moved the fingers and I writhed against his wrist. My thighs squeezed tightly around his hand. I had no will or strength to protest as his second hand returned to my ass. H
e dragged his finger through the trail of oil, and with slick ease it slid into my anus. I tensed again but only for a second and then I rocked against his finger. I moved my hips and ass in frantic circles over his hand and probing fingers and against the finger pressed into my anus. Light sprinkled in yellow flecks in the darkness of my blindfold, and my fingers gripped the iron bar so hard I was sure I would bend it. Every intimate space in my body was filled with Rett. His fingers pressed deeper, and my hips moved at a frenzied pace as he touched every spot with masterful precision. My pulse pounded in my ears and my skin flushed as if it was on fire. The release came in a tsunami of ecstasy. I cried out and held tightly to the bed to keep from collapsing.
Suddenly he grasped my waist and pulled me against him, his hard erection pressed against my back as he removed the blindfold. I was a like a ragdoll in his strong arms. He had his condom on and me beneath his long muscular body before I could suck in a decent breath. My head felt filled with lead as it relaxed against his pillow. The muscles of my pussy still pulsed wildly from the orgasm. He leaned down over me, and his mouth covered mine roughly as he reached down with one hand beneath my ass and pushed my still aching pussy against him. His mouth devoured mine, muffling my scream of pleasure as he slid deep inside me. Still reeling from the incredible orgasm, my body trembled with each thrust.
Rett’s blue gaze was dark and unfocused as each movement grew in strength. My fingers tangled in his long hair and my legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to push harder and deeper.
“God, you feel so good, Finley. You feel so fucking good.” He kissed me roughly again and then held me in a vice-like grip as he slammed into me. The iron headboard smacked the wall with the rhythm of his body. Every movement produced shuddering waves through me as if the orgasm had been endless, just one long stretch of pure, physical ecstasy.
My legs tightened around him and he closed his eyes and his head leaned back. His fingers dug into my flesh and his throat moved as he released a long, deep groan.
Barrett lowered himself down next to me and pulled me into his arms. I kissed his bare chest and reveled in the feel of being in his strong, protective arms. Every inch of me tingled with lingering thoughts of how he’d touched me, talked to me, teased me.
I kissed his chin. “Way to set the bar high, Mr. Mason.”
He squeezed me. “You liked that, huh? Just wanted to erase any memories you might have had of the ex-boyfriend.”
“Who?” I kissed his neck. “He disappeared completely the moment I saw you, but now I look back at him as a large waste of time.” I pressed my face against his chest again. “Thank you,” I said quietly. “People always just assume that because I have everything that my life is perfect. It’s been far from that. I might never have to worry about a roof over my head or food in my stomach, but I’ve struggled plenty. Even though I’ve been feeling stronger this past year, there was still this void. I have people who love me and people who I would give my life for, but I was missing passion.”
He was quiet for a minute and I worried that I’d divulged too much or that I’d sounded like an ungrateful spoiled rich kid, but then his arms tightened more. “So was I, Fin, and I didn’t realize it until now.”
In the intoxicating warmth of his arms, my mind and body relaxed and my eyes drifted shut. I knew I should be on the road, but I could not find the strength to leave his embrace. A phone buzzed somewhere in the room, and it mingled with my dreamy thoughts until Barrett’s deep voice woke me.
“Is that your phone?”
I sighed and looked over the end of the bed. My shorts were across the way where I’d dropped them. Reluctantly, I pulled my body away from his. I walked over to my shorts and leaned down to pick them up. As I turned back, Barrett had propped his hands behind his head as he stared at me. He was so startlingly handsome that I sucked in a breath. He was so damn good at gazing seductively at me, my body reacted immediately. I’d just had a mind blowing orgasm and yet I was ready again.
The phone buzzed urgently in my hand. Jude’s voice was like a slap of cold water. I figured I’d pushed things to the limit with him.
“Hey,” I said.
“Now I’m fucking pissed.”
“Well don’t be, Father. I didn’t realize I had a curfew. I’ll be home in thirty minutes.” I hung up before he could say anything else. That was going to piss him off more.
I picked up my clothes and started getting dressed. “I need to sit down and have a long talk with my brothers and my dad. I’m in my twenties and I’m still being treated like a teenager.” Mention of my brothers seemed to wipe some of the afterglow off his face. I went over to the bed and sat down. “It’ll be fine. I promise.” My words didn’t seem to reassure him much. I pulled on my panties and shorts. “Will you be at the house tomorrow?”
“Yep. I’m digging trenches so the plumber can get water to Lilly Belle’s barn.”
“Great. I’ll be gone in the morning, but I’ll make you lunch.” I pulled on the rest of my clothes and the shoes that had suddenly become my favorite pair. He got up and pulled on his jeans. Now it was my turn to watch with a heated gaze. “I’m going to have a long night thinking about what you did to me in this bedroom.”
“That was my goal.”
I walked up to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed him. “Goal achieved.”
CHAPTER 11
Rett
With Finley’s sweet scent still lingering on my sheets, it had been a long night for me as well. I’d taken a cold shower, but all I could think was that I wanted her naked in my bed all night long. The jerk who, once satisfied, had always snuck out in the middle of the night to avoid any conversation or commitment suddenly wanted the girl to be there in the morning. I couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of Finley. I wanted to make her come over and over again. I wanted to be there solely for her pleasure.
Jimmy was just finishing a plate of eggs as I walked into the kitchen. He was alone and I was glad. I wasn’t ready to be grilled by the girls yet, and I knew there was plenty of grilling coming. My brother’s silence seemed to come with a what the hell warning.
I poured myself some coffee and scraped the rest of the eggs from the pan and onto my plate. I sat down across from him and looked expectantly at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Just waiting for the Jimmy lecture.”
He shook his big head. “I’m not going to lecture you, Rett. You make your own problems, and I’ve already told you I’m done dealing with them.” He drank down the rest of his coffee and the cup smacked the table harder than necessary. “How the hell do you think this is going to play out?”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be able to stay out of this one.”
“That’s because somehow you manage to drag me into every one of your problems. There was the great week of you coming down off of a drug addiction. Couldn’t have avoided that one because you showed up here and collapsed on my living room floor.”
“Fine, next time I won’t come to you. Thought you cared about me but I’m seeing that’s not the case. Guess, just like our loving parents, you’d rather I just disappear.”
His fist pounded the table and it hopped off all four legs with the impact. “How fucking fast do you think I got on that damn airplane when I heard you were in some shady jail down in Mexico? How fucking fast, Rett?”
I stared down at my cold eggs. “I know. But I need you to stop trying to control me.”
“She’s the daughter of a billionaire.”
I looked up at him. I’d always hated that he was so damn rational. I’d always hated that he was always right. “So, what are you saying, that I’m too poor to keep her interest.”
“Sort of, yeah. And something tells me her mega-famous father isn’t going to be too happy with the relationship either. And your job—”
“I’ll find another job in construction. The economy is coming back. I might even take some classes for my contractor’s license.”
/> He shot me his familiar skeptical brow lift.
“Look, I’m a big boy now. I can handle this.” I thought about Finley and the intense night we’d just had. “I’ve always had girls want me, but for the first time, I feel like I’ve found someone who needs me. And she’s fucking amazing. I need to take this risk. Finley is worth this risk.”
He pushed up from the table. “Fine, Rett, do what makes you happy. Besides, a little heartbreak might be just what you need for a change.” He walked out of the kitchen.
“Lovely chatting with you again, big brother,” I called to him. I usually answered his lectures with some biting sarcasm or go screw yourself attitude, but unfortunately, his words almost always left a mark. This morning’s lecture had been no different. The idea of my own heartbreak hadn’t actually crossed my mind until he’d said it. I’d never put my heart out there for any girl to steal, and now that I had, it scared the shit out of me.
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The late spring cloud cover had cleared, and the sun bore down on me as I pushed the shovel into the ground. I’d yanked my shirt off an hour before, and now I felt the searing heat across my shoulders.
Cole had set me up with what I needed and then left to another job site. He’d definitely been less chummy since I blew him off at his party. But I was still sure he had no idea that I’d abandoned him and his friends to be with his sister. If he had known, I’d be getting more than a cold shoulder. I hadn’t seen Finley or any living thing with the exception of Lilly Belle all morning. The cow had grazed for hours on a huge mound of hay, lifting her big head only occasionally, apparently to see how her new home was coming along.
My stomach churned with hunger, and more than once, I looked up from my task in hopes of seeing Finley walking over the lawn. When she finally did appear, it was my cock and not my stomach that was suddenly more hungry.