Resist You (Unchained Attraction Book 3)

by K. L. Shandwick

  Closing her legs, she crossed them, and I groaned at the loss of the alluring sight my curious eyes had been feasting on. She grinned, flashing her perfect teeth and lighting up her eyes. I gripped my cock again, tugging it a couple of times because my balls felt heavy and the ache had turned into pain.

  With her palms she slid her hands up over her torso and breasts, sifted them through her hair, and smoothed them back down from her cheeks to her ankles, after uncrossing her legs again and spreading them wide.

  “You are a fucking tease,” I muttered in awe. My chest had tightened as I watched her, my ass and posture shifted several times because her little show was almost too much.

  “You want this?” she asked, her voice so laced with desire that I wondered how any times my temptress had said that phrase before.

  Taking her right hand, she smoothed it down her stomach and slipped it underneath the elastic on her thong. When she started circling her clit, I barely recognized the tormented groan that tore from my throat.

  “Enough!” I roared. “Come here,” I ordered. Leaning forward, I yanked her off the chair and threw her playfully onto her back on the bed.

  “Damn,” she mumbled. “Are you riled, Mr. Wild?” she taunted, as I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed, my hands sliding from her ankles to her knees.

  “Fucking right I am, and you can stop calling me that. We’re done with the formalities,” I said in a serious tone. “Spread your legs, baby,” I told her, before sliding my palms between them and pushing them apart.

  Dragging my cheek up the inside of her thigh, I let my unshaven stubble scratch her smooth skin and heard her breath hitch as her legs vibrated with need and anticipation. “You like to tease, huh?” I whispered somewhat sadistically in warning, as I began to pepper tiny featherlight kisses just shy of her center.

  “Do it,” she demanded somewhat breathless.

  I’d never gone down on Tricia before. It was an intimacy I’d only ever done for three women before… and not ever on Charlotte. It was an act I’d felt should be reserved for those who truly mattered to me. I had denied her previously, but that was in past times, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.

  “God, James,” Tricia muttered in frustration through gritted teeth, her ass wiggling beneath my head as she attempted to directed me to where she wanted me. Her desperation tightened my chest and made me chuckle, but I gave her a small concession when I pressed my nose into her pussy. I inhaled deeply and cussed unreservedly because the smell of her arousal almost made me lose my mind. Peeling her thong back at the side, I wasted no time in taking my first, long, languishing lick between her lips, my tongue swirling deliriously in delight at my first taste of heaven.

  “Fuuck. Oh, man,” she said, groaning out the words and I glanced at her startled, utterly aroused eyes when she stared down her body and wet her dry lips. Her hands bunched the comforter as her ass bucked up off the bed, like she couldn’t take what I was willing to give, and I snickered at her reaction. Her taste was addictive; nothing could have stopped me fanning the flames of desire I felt inside.

  Licking in small seductive circles, my forearms tightened around her thighs, my hands planted firmly on her flesh, and my fingertips blanched her skin as I worked fervently until she came.

  “Oh. My. James, no,” she shouted.

  I growled into her core, sending ripples of vibration from my chest deep inside her, and within seconds her body went rigid and the orgasm she had fought to hold off tore through her.

  “Please, I can’t…” she whimpered shakily, fisting my hair again and tightening her hold. I nipped her clit with my teeth in silent protest, which distracted her for a moment before she slapped her palm on my forehead and attempted to push me away. I clung on tight and lapped at her pussy until her orgasm waned and she stilled, breathless.

  Pressing several chaste kisses on her thighs, I sat up and growled when I saw how my passion for her had given her a sparkle in her eyes. “Fuck, Tricia, look at all the time we’ve missed out on,” I rasped, somewhat frustrated again by our inept communications and denial of the feelings we had each shared.

  Standing over her, I took my cock in my hand and tried to ease the strain, discomfort, and pain that built in it with every minute I had chosen to ignore my own needs and pleasuring her. “Condoms?” I asked, remembering I rode her bareback before, but I wouldn’t have presumed without a conversation.

  “Not necessary, I told you before it’s taken care of and I’m clean.” The frustration in her tone took my breath away, like I shouldn’t have asked, and I knew I’d hit a nerve.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to presume,” I began, and immediately saw her check herself and her manner relaxed.

  “No, I’m sorry, come here,” she said, holding her arms up for me. Figuring it had been a misunderstanding; I crawled over her and laid my body down on hers, but took my weight on my elbows and cradled her head.

  “Look, we have to trust one another,” I whispered, dipping my head and pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

  “I know, I’m sorry, I just—”

  “Shh,” I whispered, grazing my teeth along her jawline before diving my tongue deep into her mouth again. Breaking the kiss, I rose above her, took my cock in my hand, and guided it against her entrance. “Look at me, don’t you dare look away,” I ordered, as I slid inside her in one long delicious glide until I stopped balls deep.

  Tricia cast her gaze from my eyes to my lips as she took me in. Words weren’t needed, our blistering connection too profound for them as I stilled, and she touched my soul. There were no fucked-up emotions this time, my heart was full, our time had come, and Tricia was finally mine.

  “So are you mine, yet?” I asked, not willing to state I felt in my heart she already was for fear of scaring her off.

  Raising her hands above her head, Tricia licked her lips, her head cocked slightly to the side. “It’s looking that way,” she whispered, her eyes never wavering for a second. My heart swelled and skipped a tiny beat, because that was all the confirmation I needed to know my patience had been worth it.

  That night, we never ate and barely slept as we explored each other’s bodies. Although the magnetism and the sexual chemistry felt as heated as ever, I was determined to show Tricia she was worth so much more than a sordid night of dirty delicious sex. In my opinion, going forward as a couple, I figured we would both need to try to ignore our pasts and commit to making what we had work.

  That meant not taking her hard and fast—we’d been there and done that before—and in the beginning, that insane physical connection we shared had blinded us to wanting more and knowing we could have that without feeling unsure.

  So when I had her in my bed that night, what I gave her was a man who never took his eyes off her—and I made love slowly—it had felt soul-searching and had lasted until our bones had felt they had melted. It was a ‘to the core’ spiritual connection of commitment that had felt torturous at that pace sometimes, but we synchronized to perfection, and I felt satisfied that although it wasn’t the most exhilarating sex I’d ever had, it had been the most emotionally connected experience of my life.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Seven weeks? And you’ve told me nothing?” Billie asked, when we’d first arrived to discuss the twins’ third birthday and told her we were together. Her wide eyes darted from her friend, Tricia, then to me. “When did this happen… how did it… I mean… gosh, I’m speechless,” she muttered, looking flustered and throwing her hands in the air. “I want details,” she added, then glanced toward me and her cheeks immediately pinked. “I didn’t mean—”

  Standing on my brother’s elevated veranda, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, I couldn’t think of a better spot to remember the day when we told Sawyer and Billie, Tricia and I were a couple. I glanced at my watch; we still had an hour until sunset.

  “Yeah, you did,” Tricia quickly teased her friend, bringing their conversation back into focus. “If you want de
tails, you’ll have to feed me,” she joked, and Billie’s gaze fell to the floor, but not before I saw the grin that had spread on her face.

  Tugging at our intertwined hands, I pulled Tricia closer and kissed her softly on the temple. “You’re so fucking wicked, you know this?” I whispered quietly and was rewarded with a smug looking smile.

  “I know,” she agreed, whispering back with a wink and dropped her hand from mine. Lunging forward she grabbed poor Billie in a bear hug.

  Leaving them to talk, I wandered over to Sawyer who was standing behind his outside bar, chopping apples, oranges, and lemons, adding each one he did into an over-sized glass jug.

  “Sangria?” I guessed, and he nodded.

  “Yeah, thought we’d start light, I’m doing some steaks but Billie found this awesome fresh fish supplier that delivers. The prawns and shrimp are fabulous, and you know what a great cook she is, so there’s paella as well,” he told me proudly, glancing toward his wife, a smile spreading on his lips when he looked at her.

  “This is my contribution to dinner,” he volunteered, adding the last two apples he’d chopped into the jug and eyeing the bottles of alcohol that sat on the counter. “Brandy, dark rum, Bacardi?” he asked, leaving the choice up to me.

  “Brandy, it’s nearest to the taste of whiskey,” I offered, and he nodded in agreement.

  “Good choice, and I found this amazing South African Shiraz wine in the store the other day, so I hope the Sangria tastes as good as I imagine it will be,” he said, “but we’ll sneak in a couple of these while the fruit ferments.”

  Holding the brandy in one hand and the uncorked wine in the other, he poured an equal measure for a bit. Putting the bottles down he grabbed two glasses and poured brandy in those. Heading over to his fridge, Sawyer took out a bowl of crushed ice, added it to the jug, and then poured in the rest of the wine. Taking a long plastic stirrer from a drawer, the ice slushed gently against the jug as he mixed it all together.

  Reaching into the drawer again, he pulled out a spoon and scooped a little of the mix off the top. Slurping it he gave an exaggerated gasp and grinned. “Damn, that would measure up on any South American beach,” he grinned. I could smell the alcohol from the jug and considered the alcohol content. “Beer?” he asked, opening the fridge and standing the tall jug inside.

  “Sure, nothing like a brandy chaser.” After snagging two from the inside of the door, he set one down beside me. Walking around the bar, he slid onto a stool next to me. Casting me a sideward glance he leaned in, snickered, and shook his head. Ducking his head he looked under his arm toward Billie and Tricia, and made sure they were out of earshot.

  “All right, I’m just going to say it and if you want to tell me I’m wrong and beat my ass, I’ll put it on notice,” my brother joked, smirking. “The last time you brought a woman to meet me, I asked you a question. Do you remember what that was?” Without waiting for confirmation from me, he continued. “Bro, this time … with her, I don’t need to ask … not because it’s none of my business,” he added, “it’s because I can see how you feel already. You’re in lurve, dude,” he teased, dropping his voice seductively low and elbowing me in the gut.

  “I am… and that’s okay,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant when my heartbeat raced in my chest. Relief and pride washed over me from my admission.

  “I’m so fucking happy for you, man,” he gushed, “But take it slow, I figure she’ll be a difficult one to pin down.” My chest immediately tightened that he’d say such a thing when the time we had shared together since Denver had been nothing but blissful.

  “Take it from me, we’re as together as it gets.” My voice was low, but that had done nothing to hide how annoyed he’d made me. “Just be happy for me, and keep your thoughts to yourself, Saw. It’s taken us a while, but we’re singing off the same hymn sheet now. Don’t go finding cracks where there’s none to be found.”

  Eyeing me for a long minute he said nothing, but I had felt he’d wanted to say more. Looking away from me he glanced down, and my gaze followed, I couldn’t help but grin when I saw my tiny nephew, Remy, down by Sawyer’s leg.

  “Where did you come from, buddy?” Sawyer asked his three-year-old twin, as he tugged at the hem of his T-shirt with one little fist and rubbed a sleepy eye with the other. I had a particular soft spot for Remy; he was my namesake in his middle name.

  “Can’t you sleep, buddy?” Sawyer asked, scooping him up in his arms, and cradling his head to his chest. My heart squeezed when I saw the love in Sawyer’s eyes for his son.

  “I heard Uncle James in my window,” he mumbled in a muffled tone against my brother’s T- shirt. I glanced over and saw his bedroom window was slightly ajar.

  “Come on then, what are you doing all the way over there?” I teased, holding my hands out to receive him. Remy immediately sprang to life, flung his hands out, and propelled the top half of his body toward me.

  Taking him from Sawyer, I held him up in my arms. “Wow, look at you. Did you grow since last week?”

  “Well… I’m older… I’m a big boy now, right, Daddy?” he asked, looking for confirmation from my brother.

  “Yeah, you’ll be the same age as me in no time,” he joked; leaning forward Sawyer brushed Remy’s dark thick hair from his eyes.

  “You’re silly, Daddy,” he replied.

  “How’s that sister of yours? Is she still giving you a hard time?” I asked, and Remy scowled.

  Brynn, his twin, was a handful. Those kids had a weird reversal in nature from their parents. Remy was the quieter, more serious of the two, but if you’d cut his sister down the middle you’d have found Sawyer’s gene pool from the tip of the hair on her head to her toenails. The girl was sassy, ridiculously smart, and way too old for her years. When I’d said as much to Sawyer in the past, he was quick to say she was everything Billie would have been had she grown up in a different environment.

  “Brynn’s a naughty girl,” he replied, “She stuck Buck in the oven, Daddy said, ‘naughty, Brynn,’” he told me, wagging his finger and scowling deeper like he was mimicking Sawyer scolding his daughter.

  Sawyer chuckled. “Yeah, she did, cost us fifteen hundred bucks for new oven in the main kitchen, the plastic looked like some stalactite formation when Billie went to put the roast in. It was weird, the poor thing was cremated in less than the minute it took for Billie to finish prepping the cut of beef for the oven and going to put it in.”

  “Naughty Brynn not allowed behind the counter now,” Remy added, finishing the conversation for his dad.

  “That was almost three weeks ago, and this little guy has milked it… I don’t think he’ll ever let her forget it,” Sawyer chuckled.

  “No, she’s naughty. Me asked what’s smelly, four times,” he said holding up two fingers in my face, “before Mommy shouted, ‘Sawyer get over here. Look what she’s done,’ to my daddy,” he continued all animated, like he was mimicking his mom.

  “Guess you were smarter than me,” my brother told him, making Remy grin wide.

  “We’re all smarter than you. Ask Mom, she tells us that all the time,” Colby chipped in, appearing from nowhere and stepping forward, hugging me from the side. “Hey, Uncle James, I didn’t hear you come in. How’s it hanging?”

  I blinked, fighting the huge laugh suddenly clogging my throat and tightening my chest as I stared straight-faced toward my fourteen-year-old nephew by marriage, asking me ‘how’s it hanging.’” I wanted so desperately to say, ‘to the left’ and watch his jaw drop, but I’d never have done that to the kid. Instead I coughed, glanced at Remy still perched on my arm, and tried for a nonplussed expression.

  “Good, life’s going great,” I replied, a chuckle threatening to erupt which I swallowed back down and coughed instead. “You? How’s school?”

  “Oh, you know, pretty boring,” he said in that sullen teenage way, before his eyes brightened and he became more engaged. “But we’ve had a couple of new girls this semester, so tha
t’s kept most of us guys entertained at least.” A hearty laugh rumbled out from my chest and I looked to Sawyer wanting him to interject.

  Picking up on my silent cue, Sawyer wandered toward the barbecue and turned it on. Glancing over his shoulder, he shrugged, but targeted his gaze toward Colby. “Girls are fun, Son, but don’t take your eye off the prize. You’ll need those straight A’s for your choice of baseball scholarships to one of the best colleges.”

  “I have four years before college, yet everything I do still comes back to my grades, huh?” he scoffed. “We both know that’s because you want to clear out my room and make space for all that junk of yours. Don’t think I don’t know how Mom keeps moving it closer to the garage door for Goodwill, and you keep sneaking it back.”

  “Hey, when did you get so sassy?” I asked, my eyes wide at how much his confidence had grown since I’d known him and how amazing his relationship with his stepfather was. As Remy felt heavy and I couldn’t help Sawyer one-handed, I walked down the veranda toward Tricia, who sat on a plush outside couch, still talking to Billie.

  Depositing Remy on her lap, without giving her any say in the matter, I touched her shoulder and winked. I then gave Colby help with the tray of corn on the cob Sawyer had prepared, and I decided to reinforce my brother’s views on education.

  “My brother’s right, Colby, you need to keep your head down and get the job done. I mean, look around you,” I said, holding my hands out to show him my brother’s domain. “Sawyer knows what he’s talking about, he’s living the dream.”

  “Funny that’s what he says about you,” he replied, and I stopped, glanced toward Sawyer, and wondered exactly what he’d been saying.

  “True, I do,” Sawyer interjected. “I mean, look at your Uncle James. He’s a company director of an international corporation. He has a huge salary with many benefits and perks, a beautiful girlfriend,” Sawyer said, nodding toward Tricia.