Wild Rush Of Love (Winter Lake Book 5)

by Rhian Cahill

  Finished reading, she placed the phone on the counter and faced him. “Can I suck you off now?”

  Rush smiled. “How about we get in the shower and see where things go?”

  “Okay, but I’m warning you—I’m not letting you deter me for long.” She’d made up her mind. She wanted to explore everything she’d ever read, heard, or seen. And she wanted to do it all now.

  “There’s no hurry. You need to enjoy the journey. Sometimes it’s far more fun than the destination.”

  “That would be the coming part, right? The journey would be the licking and sucking,” she asked as she stepped into the shower stall.

  Rush made a strangled sound behind her.

  She glanced back. “You okay.”

  “Yep.” He nodded and moved in behind her, a strained look on his face.

  “Are you sure?”

  He ignored her question and picked up the soap. Lathering his hands until they were coated in bubbles, he dropped the soap and grinned. “Oops. Can you get that for me?”

  She bent over to retrieve the soap—and got something far better for her efforts.

  Rush’s slippery hands slid up her spine. “Stay like that. Don’t move except to spread your legs.”

  Reena had no idea what he planned. Didn’t care when those big hands moved all over her back and ended up on her butt. He cupped her cheeks, his fingers slipping between to tantalize her with what might happen.

  “Are you okay like that?” he asked as he shifted his fingertips deeper into the crease between her legs. “I want to make sure I get all of you clean.”

  Her legs shook when he stroked her folds. “Rush.”

  “If you need to stand up, tell me, but I really like you in this position, Reena. I can see all of you from here.”

  His words stoked the fires of passion from a smolder to a burn, and when she glanced between her parted legs to see he’d crouched behind her, that burn became a blaze.

  She really wanted to know what he planned. Locking her knees, she hoped she could hold the position long enough to find out. “I’m okay.”

  “Perfect. What you are is perfect.” He dropped a kiss on her butt cheek then proceeded to make certain every inch of her was clean.

  His hands smoothed over her skin. From her bottom, he went down her legs, was careful to not miss her feet. Then he trailed his fingers lightly up her inner thighs, teasing her with the gentlest of brushes over her sex before moving on to her back.

  He seemed to take special care with each bump of her spine, digging into muscles taut with desire, before leaning over her and murmuring in her ear.

  “Time to stand up.”

  Her muscles and bones had gone soft and it took the two of them to get her upright. “I feel so shaky.”

  “Lean back against the wall.” Rush guided her. “We need to get the front of you clean now.”

  Jesus. She’d be jelly on the floor before he was done. “When is it my turn?” she murmured.

  “Soon.” He kissed her. Not a quick peck but a tongue-swiping, mouth-sucking mating of lips that had her limbs trembling and her breath stalling. “Hmm…I like you all soft.”

  Soft? She was giving toasted marshmallows a run for their money. “Rush.”

  “Shh.” He licked the shell of her ear. “I promise I won’t let you fall.”

  She knew he wouldn’t. The only place she’d be falling while in his capable hands was off the cliff of ecstasy.

  Leaning against the wall, Reena closed her eyes and let him take her on a ride of sweet bliss. His hands and fingers stroked and teased every part of her from shoulders to toes.

  He took special care of her breasts. Working them over and over until the peaks were hard knots of pounding need. He left them wanting, moving lower to tease between her legs in the same mind-blowingly frustrating build of pleasure before backing off and moving on.

  Her thighs quivered as he ran his hands over them. Her knees shook when he cupped them in his palms, his fingers brushing the backs in a tickling caress. When he stroked down her shins to her feet, he made sure to massage the calves that had already received his tender care. And then he took care of her feet.

  Heel, arch, toes, nothing got left out. He probed, stroked, pressed. One foot at a time, Rush spoiled her with his undivided attention.

  If he didn’t already have a job, Reena would suggest he get one giving foot massages. She’d paid for plenty and never had one this good.

  His fingers trailed back up her body before disappearing.

  “Hey.” She opened her eyes to find him standing in front of her, grinning.

  “All clean.”

  “That’s it? You’re finished?”

  Rush nodded. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?”

  No, he hadn’t. And she was a quivering mess of unfulfilled sexual need to prove it. Two could play that game. Smiling, she reached for the soap. “My turn.”

  Rush’s smile sent her pulse racing and her tummy dipping. “Have at it,” he said, and held his arms out. “I’m all yours.”

  Oh yes, he was. Every sexy inch of him was hers to play with. Lathering her hands, she pondered where to start. Should she follow his lead or take her own path?

  “Whenever you’re ready.”

  “Don’t rush me. I need to decide on the best course of action.”

  “Any action would be good right now,” he muttered.

  Reena smiled. “Feeling a little frustrated, are you?” She slid a soapy hand down his abdomen, only to stop short of touching his erection. “I’m familiar with the emotion. Not sure I can help you find relief, seeing as how I haven’t gotten any yet.”

  Rush eyed her through narrowed lids. “You ready to play that game?”

  “I’m ready for anything you’ll give me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Rush sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw.

  The woman was trying to kill him.

  She’d stroked every part of him except the bits that wanted her touch the most. He’d never known his nipples were sensitive until Reena had swirled her fingers around them, never getting close enough to deliver a satisfying brush or tweak.

  She’d grazed her fingernails on his skin in places that shouldn’t send bolts of lust shooting into his balls, but he’d be damned if she didn’t know exactly where and how to touch him for maximum effect.

  “Reena.”

  “Hmm…?” One hand slid over his ass, the other up his chest.

  “You’re killing me.” His cock pulsed so hard he thought it would burst.

  “Do you need something?” She smiled cheekily up at him as she lowered to her knees, his cock bobbing in front of her face. “Did I miss somewhere?”

  “Fuck.” He clenched his hands to stop them from reaching out and grabbing her head. Dragging her closer so he could shove her face into his aching groin. “I can’t take much more.”

  He’d been the one to start this, thinking he had it under control. He was the expert, after all.

  But fuck him.

  Reena might not have experience; however, she made up for it with enthusiasm. That innate sensuality he’d detected had come screaming to the forefront and he’d been on the receiving end of the most sublime, erotic sponge bath minus the sponge he’d ever imagined.

  “Is this what you want?”

  Wet heat surrounded his cock head and his eyes crossed. She lapped at him with her tongue, sucked at him with her mouth, scraped him with her teeth.

  Basically, she ate him alive.

  He’d had blowjobs. They were good, got him off. But it kinda didn’t matter who controlled the mouth; add a cock to a mouth and a guy was going to come.

  Except Reena didn’t just give him head. She loved his dick.

  From root to tip, she used everything in her arsenal to worship his hard flesh. He wasn’t going to last. Nothing he could think about would distract him from the pleasure she gave him.

  “Reena.” He cupped her head, tangled his fingers
in her hair. “I’m going to come.”

  He thought she’d pull away, didn’t expect her to swallow this first time. She had other ideas.

  She sucked him deeper, swirled her tongue harder, and massaged his balls, one finger sneaking back to press against his asshole—and he was done.

  His hips jerked, his cock jutting in and out of her mouth as he pumped his seed into her throat. She swallowed him down, licked and slurped and sucked until his legs shook and his cock softened.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he spluttered when he finally had control of some faculties. He pulled from her mouth and sank to the floor in front of her. “Reena.”

  Leaning forward, he slammed his mouth to hers. He could taste himself on her tongue. He’d never kissed a woman after she’d sucked him off. Never wanted to.

  But then, Reena was all about never-done-befores.

  Breaking the kiss, Rush lay his forehead on hers and tried to catch his breath.

  “Good?”

  Her question startled a bark of laughter out of him. Didn’t she know she’d blown his mind as well as his cock? “The best.”

  He searched her gaze, saw her pupils dilated, the blue thin rings around their edges. He took in the rest of her. Heaving chest. Taut nipples. Squirming butt.

  “Are you horny, Reena? Do you need to come?”

  “Please.”

  “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees facing away from me.” Rush was grateful for her large shower. It meant they had room to move. “Lower to your elbows and spread your legs.”

  She didn’t ask questions, didn’t protest his commands. Instead she spread herself wide and gave him access to all that juicy flesh between her legs. He got on his back and slid underneath her.

  From this position, he could pull her down on his face and eat her out while his hands played with her ass. She’d talked about anal sex. He’d see how she coped with some finger play first.

  He pulled her down over his face. “A little lower so I can get at you, baby.” Once he had her steady, he went to work on her clit. Rush wanted her deep in the throes of passion before he started introducing back-door action.

  Sucking and licking, he had her trembling above him when he brought a hand into the mix. He probed between her slick folds and rimmed her entrance.

  Wet and slick, it didn’t take long for his hand to be covered in her juices, and he ventured wider with his touch.

  She rocked her hips against him and he wrapped an arm around her thigh to keep her still. It also meant he could hold her there if she balked when he played dirty.

  Rush took his time. Ventured back to her anus with a few quick passes before going in for a longer stay. She gasped and moaned when he pressed against the puckered ring. But she didn’t pull away.

  No, she ground her clit on his mouth and rocked as though seeking more. He wasn’t about to deny her. Increasing the pressure, he felt the muscle open around the tip of his finger. She moaned again, the noise dark and gravelly with pleasure.

  He continued to work her clit with his tongue, shove his thumb into her clenching pussy, and he pushed his finger harder against her ass.

  He’d never initiated anyone into anal play before. All his partners had been experienced and he had to remind himself not to go too fast, too hard, in spite of his urge to do so.

  He wanted her to enjoy this, didn’t want to force her into it, because all he could think about was how tight she’d feel wrapped around his cock.

  A shudder racked her. Then her pussy clamped around his thumb like a vise. She moaned deep in her throat and rocked her hips faster. She was so close. With the next thrust of his thumb, swipe of his tongue, her orgasm broke and her ass opened up.

  His finger sank all the way in and he held his hand still while she bucked her hips, working herself on his tongue, thumb, and finger. He’d never experienced anything as erotic as Reena fucking herself with her vibrator, but this—this blew that away.

  She sobbed above him, her body convulsing as her orgasm burst into new life. Without thought, he added another finger to her ass and felt her jump another level.

  She screamed. Ground down on him so hard he couldn’t breathe and had to turn his head. She was out of control and, if her keening cries were any indication, loving every second of it.

  His balls burned, his spine tingled, and the woman riding his face as though the world would end if she didn’t sent pleasure so bright and hot through his groin, he cursed with the electric jolt of it.

  He needed to come. Using his free hand to grab his cock, he jerked his length in punishing strokes.

  Rush had never witnessed a multiple orgasm like the one Reena was experiencing. She thrashed over him, her pelvis slamming her forward into his face again and again.

  He pulled his dick harder as his balls tightened and come shot up his length. It spurted onto his stomach, the hot wads of liquid splattering over his skin.

  And Reena was still coming.

  Except now, her body was pushing him out, clamping tight in an effort to stop him from invading. He eased his fingers from her ass, his thumb from her pussy and, grabbing her hips, pulled her down his body to cradle her against his chest.

  She shuddered in his arms, sobbed into his neck, and he cursed himself a fool for not stopping sooner.

  “Reena, baby, are you okay?” He stroked a hand over her hair. Tried to soothe her with his touch and his words. “I’m sorry. We won’t do that again.”

  “No.” Her head shook against him.

  “Okay. Whatever you want. Anything you want.”

  “That,” she gasped. “I want that again.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Reena walked into the kitchen with a full tray in her hands and kept her head down. She didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. She was positive they’d be able to tell what she’d spent the last two days doing with Rush.

  A fresh wave of heat crashed over her. Skin tingling, muscles clenching, and a throb hard and insistent between her legs.

  Stumbling forward, the tray in her hand tilted, plates and glasses sliding—

  “Wow. Easy there.”

  She looked up to find Mrs. Wallace steadying her and the tray. “Sorry. Must have slipped,” Reena muttered, doing her best to avoid meeting her boss’s eyes.

  “Oh, yes. I’m sure that’s it. There’s no way it has anything to do with the young man at the corner table who can’t keep his eyes off you.” Mrs. Wallace winked at her when Reena glanced up. “He’s a fine one. Pop likes him.”

  “Ah, yes. Um…”

  “Look at you, all stammering and turning a pretty shade of pink. Reena, I’m so happy for you.”

  Before Reena could process Mrs. Wallace’s words, the tray was taken out of her hands and she was engulfed in a warm hug.

  They rocked back and forth for a minute before Mrs. Wallace gripped her arms and held her away, the older woman’s gaze catching Reena’s in a steely grip. “I’m giving you the rest of the day off. Go have lunch with your new man. I’ve got Yvonne making you both today’s special.”

  “But—”

  A hand covered her mouth. “Not a word. Go.”

  Reena found herself turned around and pushed out of the kitchen.

  Protesting always seemed impossible with a Collins. Caitlyn’s mom might have changed her name when she married but there was no mistaking the Collins stubbornness. Reena thought it had to be the first thing stamped into their DNA.

  It boggled the mind to think anything got done around here with so many stubborn people working together.

  Then again, when all that determination got aimed at the same goal, they were a force of nature. Good thing they didn’t have designs on world domination.

  Peeking over her shoulder, Reena found Mrs. Wallace, arms crossed, one brow arched, staring at her.

  Okay, she really wasn’t going to convince the woman she didn’t need to finish work early. With a sigh, she turned down the hall that led to the small room the staff
used to store their things.

  She pushed open the door and almost smacked Steve, one of the barmen, in the head with it. Jumping back—and unintentionally taking a second shot at his head—she gasped, “Sorry, sorry.”

  “No problem.” He straightened from tying his shoe. Grinned at her. “You missed.”

  Reena smiled. She didn’t know Steve all that well but what she did know, she liked. He was friendly and funny and the customers loved him. “Even if I was aiming at you, I’d have missed. I’m not very athletic.”

  Steve chuckled. “Don’t think you need to be if you want to bean someone with a door.”

  Laughing, Reena stepped into the room. “True, true.” She pulled off her apron.

  “You done already?”

  “Yeah. Mrs. Wallace gave me the rest of the day off.”

  “Lucky you.”

  “I’m not sure about that.” Reena frowned. She’d been all but ordered to eat lunch at Sunday’s with Rush. No doubt they’d have lots of eyes on them.

  “Make the most of your time off. I’ll see you later. I need to get behind the bar before Tris comes looking for me. I’d be getting the boot, not the afternoon off.” Steve waved before he disappeared out the door.

  Reena grabbed her bag and checked her phone. There were several missed messages. All from Rush.

  She smiled as she opened them up. He’d sent a ton of emojis. Kisses, hearts, flowers, a moon and stars and sun, and something that looked like… “Oh my god!”

  He’d sent her a penis. Thank god it wasn’t a picture of his actual penis.

  Laughing, she switched her phone off, dropped it in her bag, and headed out of the staffroom. The man was incorrigible. He knew how to make her laugh, how to help her relax and enjoy herself in a world she hadn’t felt a part of for so long.

  He made her happy.

  And he was going home in three days.

  Her mood shifted. It was so easy to forget he didn’t live in Baltimore. Being with him, having him in her house, she’d gotten a false sense of comfort. He wasn’t hers to keep. He wouldn’t stay. He had a life and a job and it was hundreds of miles away from her.