Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3)

by Suzanne Halliday

  Charlie wanted to press a kiss on the bulbous head of his cock. Lick the clear droplet of fluid she saw gathering. But she refused to give him any of her emotion. Fuck that. This was about something more. He’d made her feel like shit by denying her and giving this one thing to someone else. She was about to take what she wanted. Just as he had.

  Karma. Such a ballsy bitch.

  Cal was pretty sure he wasn’t going to survive the second she put her lips on him. Relentless with her tongue and hands, ‘tessa drove him to a chest heaving frenzy of white-hot lust.

  Saliva poured from her mouth. She made use of the gooey lubricant, spreading it with her hands as she caressed his length. Her tongue flicked without mercy all over his shaft. She even nibbled the base of his cock and tongued his balls until he was shaking all over and praying he didn’t collapse on her.

  When both hands gripped his ass and she swallowed his cock, he nearly lost it when her groan of delight reverberated along his shaft.

  After that, it was a whirlwind of sucking and stroking that robbed him of all sense as she claimed his cock and made it and him her slave.

  She pulled her mouth off him in a decadent and slow retreat that made his dick twitch. Cal looked down and memorized every detail. Her mouth looked swollen. A sheen of slippery saliva was around her lips, on her chin and dripping onto the tank top she wore. He wanted to grab her face and fuck the shit out of her throat. Force his shaft deeper and deeper until she convulsed and gagged.

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  He complied, albeit reluctantly. This was it. She was going to close the deal. He’d never wanted it to be this way with ‘tessa. Didn’t want to face fuck her. Well sure—that was total bullshit. Of course he wanted to. Wanted to listen to her gag as he shot into her throat. There was something wildly sensual about the thought of the girl on her knees staring up at him swallowing as he came. He’d just never quite come to terms with how his most primal urges would play out in an actual relationship. Not some I fuck you-You fuck me scenario.

  “I’m giving you a choice, Signor Tyler,“ she purred.

  Calling him by a name she now knew was only partially based on fact made his cock surge. She was doing more than closing the deal. She was drawing a line in the sand and taking them back to a time before his world fell apart. He didn’t know what it all meant.

  When she asked her question, he shuddered head to toe. “Do you want to come in my throat?”

  The way she said it turned every muscle in his body to stone. Yes, he most definitely wanted to lose it in her mouth. Wanted to watch his cock pulse when her lips stretched around him as the thick ribbons of his desire coated her tongue and slid down her throat. The need to fill her with his essence was blinding Cal’s common sense.

  “Do it,” he grunted. “Suck me dry, baby girl.”

  Her eyes flared briefly and then she smirked.

  “So be it,” she murmured. And then she leaned forward, her hands upon her thighs, and licked his bobbing dick a couple of times. The no-hands approach excited Cal beyond belief. Then she opened wide and slid forward, sucking him deeper and deeper until his balls hit her chin.

  His hands held firm behind his back, Cal bucked his hips into her mouth plunging his cock to the back of her throat where with each choking grab, he pulsed when her throat constricted. He couldn’t understand how she kept her hands on her thighs and then he saw the blissed out expression in her eyes. She might be teaching him a lesson—he was fairly sure she had an end game in mind—but he wasn’t so overwhelmed by lust that he didn’t see her pleasure. She wasn’t experienced enough to hide it from him

  He came in a torrent. She grunted her surprise and then sucked him completely dry. He’d be amazed if there were any fluid left anywhere in his body when she finished and finally let his cock slide from her mouth.

  He froze. Didn’t know what to do. Oh my God. What just happened? Without first fixing the problems between them, he’d just come in her throat. Yeah, he’d seen the fire of need and pleasure in her face, but that’s not what this had been about. With one soul destroying blowjob she’d just demonstrated what sex without emotion really felt like. He’d give anything for the moment to mean something. Instead—he’d … ugh. He knew what he did.

  She calmly stood up, leaving his briefs down around his feet. There was a horrible déjà vu quality to the visual.

  Swiping steady fingers on her mouth, she bent over and reached for her sweatshirt. Using it to clean off the mess he’d left on her face, she finished by pulling the ridiculous sweatshirt back on as if nothing at all unusual had just gone down.

  Cal knew he was wearing a stricken look. She reached out and patted his cheek in the most patronizing and pitiful way humanly possible. “Now you know how it feels.”

  Boom! The mic dropped and she just turned around and left him standing there with his drained cock hanging and a sense of gloom spreading through him like wildfire.

  “Smile,” his mom chided to Cal as a photographer hopped around like the Energizer bunny snapping shots of the family at every angle except from the chandelier.

  Mugging for the cameras was something he had tons of experience with so he slapped a passable grin on his face and put on a dog and pony show worthy of his brother’s wedding day.

  Everyone was smiling broadly which he assumed signaled that the romantic nuptials witnessed by both families was a success. Jax was in some fugue state of territorial euphoria—lifting Brynn’s hand to his mouth every couple of minutes for a kiss on the ring he’d placed there. The way those two looked at each other was hard to see.

  Because he couldn’t help it, Cal’s eyes sought out Brynn’s sisters. He wasn’t interested what Rhiann was up to, but ever since ‘tessa crept into the den and broke him with her seductive mouth and innocent enjoyment she’d rarely left her sister’s side.

  He was a guy and therefore about as sharp as a bowl of Jell-O when it came to women, but he wasn’t dumb. She was doing everything she could to avoid dealing with him one-on-one. Keeping Rhi close by was a desperate move but he had to respect the stay away message.

  Not like he hadn’t earned it.

  All the women, his mom included, were wearing varying shades of inky black. That, with the men in their tailored suits and crisp white shirts, framed Brynn and her glorious dress. Jax hadn’t been kidding about the roses—they were everywhere. Draped in swags, and stuffed in vases and hurricanes littering every flat surface in the magnificent tearoom where the ceremony took place, the overall ambiance was wedding day perfect.

  And Charlize? His ‘tessa? She was magnificent in a long black gown with what he heard her mother refer to as an illusion neckline. Took him a couple to figure out what that meant and then he got it and appreciated the dress even more. The curves of the top accentuated her stupendous breasts and without the overlay of delicate lace, the dress would have been way too va-va-va-voom. Being a bridesmaid wasn’t the time to be boobalicious.

  She wore her hair up in a loose cluster of blonde curls studded with pretty crystal hairpins. He took great pleasure in her delicate femininity. She and Rhiann carried roses of course. Red and white bouquets matching the bride’s, only Brynn’s was much more elaborate and had the dramatic flair of cascading flowers.

  He studied ‘tessa as the photographer posed the girls and snapped away. Cal laughed out loud when they spontaneously broke into a shimmy and shake with Rhiann and Charlize preening comically for the camera, while Brynn acted like she didn’t notice. Sisters. He got it.

  A hand slapped him on the shoulder. The groom. He looked him over critically while Jax raised a questioning brow. “Just checking,” Cal muttered.

  “For what?”

  “Oh, you know. Trying to figure out where they hook on the old ball and chain.”

  “Suck my dick, bro.”

  Cal chuckled.

  “Speaking of which,” his newly married brother drawled. Reaching into his suit jacket pocket, he withdrew a sing
le key on a Penn State keychain and held it up. “Found this the other night on the table by the back door.”

  His expression and reaction was blank because he didn’t know what the key was all about.

  Jax snickered and shook his head. “Jesus, you are a piece of work.”

  “Now what did I do?” Cal snarled.

  “Judging by your cranky-as-fuck attitude I’d say you did plenty. But it’s your lucky day Caleb. I’m a happy man so rather than make you work for it and jump through a bunch of hoops, I’ll lay it out straightaway.”

  He glanced at ‘tessa again, only to have Jax belligerently snap his fingers two inches from Cal’s nose. “Dude,” he barked. “Eyes on me unless you want a black one to complete your wardrobe.”

  What? Oh. Right. Got it. Sighing heavily he looked at Jax and tried not to growl.

  “This key?” he held it up again and then pocketed it once more. “Hangs by the door in the studio. My wife is very particular about where things go so finding it thrown on the parson’s table outside the den got my attention. Made me think. Who would use the key? And why.” Jax looked across the room and studied the Baron-Wilde sisters.

  “My wife has her own key. Rhiann had no reason to come back to the house.”

  Cal felt a ring of heat encircle his head as the distinct feeling of sweat on the back of his neck gathered. Fuck. My. Life.

  “So I got to thinking. If it wasn’t Brynn and it wasn’t Rhiann—who could it be? Hmmm?”

  He knew it wasn’t convincing in the least but he shrugged and looked Jax straight in the eye. “Dunno. Who was it?”

  Jax’s head swung back and forth between looking at the girls and smirking at him. Finally, he sighed. “The kitchen is connected to the den through an air duct. When the house is quiet, a pin dropping in one of those rooms can be heard in the other.

  Cal swallowed. He’d just walked into a trap. Fuck.

  “Anyway, my lady had a midnight-thirty craving so there I was in the kitchen making chocolate milk when I heard your voice distinctly say, ‘Suck me …”

  “All right. Enough,” he snapped. “Shut the hell up Jax.”

  “Hit a nerve, have I?”

  He grabbed his brother’s arm and pulled him away from the people milling about as the photos dragged on.

  “Whatever you’re thinking, that’s not what happened.”

  “Cal, I swear on all that’s holy, you have no idea how much I want to believe you. Believe in you ‘cause I’m serious, dude. If you’re fucking around with that girl, Imma’ have to kick your ass.”

  “Did you tell Brynn about me and ‘tessa?”

  “No,” Jax spat out. “Charlie’s not saying anything so I’m not going to rock the boat. Remember something Cal. Brynn’s not just my wife. That woman is carrying my baby. I don’t want her unhappy or upset in any way. Until she needs to know something, I’m not saying a thing. But I told you before, if Charlie gets hurt, I’m going to …”

  Cal threw up his hands and griped, “Oh for Christ’s sake Jax. Don’t you get it yet? I’m the one who’s hurting. She’s,” he waved a hand dismissively and grunted. “She’s working out some revenge fantasy over what happened in Rome and won’t let me close enough to talk.”

  “That wasn’t talking going on in the den.”

  “No. You’re right. But if I were the prick you think I am, wouldn’t the sneaking around thing happen in reverse? She came to me, Jax. Not the other way around. And she had an agenda. Took me by surprise.”

  “Pussy.”

  “More than you know.”

  “Oh shit,” his brother muttered. “Brace yourself. We’re about to be interrogated by none other than the grand dame herself.”

  Cal looked up and followed Jax’s gaze. ‘tessa’s grandmother, the Broadway actress who ruled the Baron-Wilde’s with a velvet fist, was making a beeline straight for them. His antennae went up. Something in her expression gave him the willies—not least because she appeared focused on him and not Jax.

  “Nana Wilde,” Jax said brightly. “Come to lure my brother into your sticky web?”

  Cal groaned inwardly at the spider web comment. It wasn’t hard to imagine the universe cackling with glee at his discomfort hearing those words come out of his brother’s mouth.

  Bryanna Charles sidled up to Jax and slid her arm through his, hugging her new grandson-in-law with a gentle tug. When she extended a bejeweled hand, showing enough bling and flair to bury Tiffany’s, Cal had the good sense to accept her attention with a polite nod and smile.

  “Ms. Wilde, we met earlier before the ceremony,” he said politely.

  “I’m old, not brain-dead young man,” she barked. He snapped to attention. The tone laced with sarcasm was one he’d heard before. ‘tessa was really, really good at it. It was her do as I say voice. Knowing where she learned it from made the trait twice as appealing.

  “Sorry, ma’am,” he murmured with a tinge of laughter. “Jackson told me to speak up and do it slowly when talking to you. Blame him.”

  The elegantly dressed older woman beamed at his brother like she’d grown him from a petri dish. “Is that right?” she teased.

  Jax laughed and hugged his new grandmother. “Yep. Told him what a royal pain in the ass you are too,” he assured her with a pat of the fingers on his arm. “He didn’t believe me the dumb fuck. Said you looked like a nice old lady. Bah! Tried to warn him, I did.”

  Cal was speechless as this amusing bit of theater played out. Bryanna Charles may be a fearsome old bird, but Jax had her wrapped around his little finger.

  She studied Cal a moment then got ready to say something. He knew this because she swept her fingers against the side of her head as if even one hair on her head had dared to come loose from the immaculately styled do. And then she smiled so sweetly his teeth ached just watching. Feeling like he’d just let himself get pushed to the side of the track, he throttled back and waited to see what happened next.

  “Your father tells me you’re going to stay on here and help Jackson establish a base of operations for his business.”

  Cal stopped breathing. What was she up to?

  “Actually,” she added with a brilliant smile, “it’d be both yours now, right? The business. My son tells me you’re a brilliant designer Caleb. Is all that true?”

  The hair stood up on the back of his neck. There was an unusual current in the air around them. Clarity burst upon him. Chances were, whatever he said to ‘tessa’s granny was going to get repeated. It wasn’t a direct line of communication, but came damn close. He needed an advantage. Maybe she was it.

  “Ma’am,” he drawled with a wink at Jax. “Not sure brilliant is a word I’d use but yes. I’ve got a degree in architecture and design. And as for the business, Jax and I always dreamed of giving it a go. As a team. And since he’s already done the hard work of establishing a reputation,” he snickered comically, “Now seemed like the easiest time to climb on board and see where the ride takes us.”

  She nodded and stared holes right through him. Jesus—this one was formidable.

  “Where will you stay, young man? Have you thought about that Jackson?” she asked. Only an idiot wouldn’t recognize her concern sounded more like meddling than actual caring.

  “Got it covered Nana. When Brynn and I leave for the Outer Banks, Charlie is moving into our room while we’re gone. Cal can use the studio for now. By the time we get home, the nursery will be finished and that frees up the guest room once again. Win-win.”

  “So you’ll be here with Charlize,” the elderly woman mused out loud. Without missing a beat, she said, “How delightful, Caleb. My mind is at ease knowing you’ll be here to keep an eye on my granddaughter. I know she likes to think she’s all that and then some and can handle anything thrown her way, but like most women, she needs a firm hand and a strong arm to keep her safe.”

  What was the word for part smirk, part gotcha and part, who’s-yo-mama-now?

  “Charlize is the baby, gentlemen,�
�� she informed them with intentional solemnity. “She’s my heart, that one. Anything happens to her and I’ll be answered to.”

  He gulped like a cartoon character. That’s all it took for Cal’s life to get back on track. He was staying. Here. He and Jax were going to make a go of the business they’d always dreamed of.

  And not only that, but ‘tessa was also hanging around and unless he’d hallucinated the whole thing, her grandmother just put him in charge.

  Salvo fired, ‘cause that’s what it felt like, Bryanna Charles returned her attention to Jax. “Jackson,” she murmured conspiratorially. “Everything is ready at the house. By the time you arrive, there will be groceries in the kitchen and fresh flowers everywhere. Oh, and I left you two a little surprise.”

  By way of an explanation, Jax grinned and leaned closer so they could all share in the secret. “Not gonna be much of a surprise twenty-four hours from now so might as well let you in on what’s happening.”

  “Jackson is giving Brynn a house along the Outer Banks for a wedding present!”

  Wow. Talk about stealing someone else’s thunder. He had to hand it to the intriguing older woman. She certainly knew how to play to an audience.

  Jax chuckled and patted the woman’s hand again. “Yes, well, she natters on and on about the place even though she’s never been there. It’s quite a house,” he assured Cal with a wide-eyed grin. “Reverse floor plan. Love that shit! And an elevator. Pool, hardwoods, the whole deal.”

  “Little cold down by the ocean in December though, don’t you think?” Cal asked.

  Bryanna Charles snickered loudly and smacked Jax on the arm. “That’s the way he wanted it,” she chortled. “Nothing to do but enjoy each other. Maybe get frisky in the hot tub. Best honeymoon a man could ask for.”

  “Jax!”

  They looked in unison to the grouping of wedding guests huddled near the archway to the tearoom. Brynn was calling and waving him over with her bouquet. “Picture time honey!”

  Jax drawled crisply, “The ball and chain beckons.” He kissed Mrs. Wilde on the cheek and swatted Cal on the arm. “Stay out of the spinach dip till the picture taking is finished. Don’t wanna look back in twenty years and find a bunch of green stuff stuck in your teeth.”