Wicked Rush

by Kym Grosso

  “My face.” Her hand went to her lip, and she gingerly tapped her fingertips to it. “Am I swollen? How bad is it?”

  “No, Seth kept you iced down in the car.”

  “He must have just clipped you. Didn’t get a clean shot. Pussy,” Seth growled.

  “Brae. We’re not going anywhere for a few days. Not you. Not me or Seth, got it? Tomorrow we’re going to sort all this out. I’ve been understanding and kept my word, haven’t called the police, but that chip in there…that’s not the kind of technology you can buy online.”

  Braelynn lowered her eyes, exhaling. She bit her lip and met his gaze. “I know. I told you. I’m involved with something very bad.”

  “I’m tired and you know what, Brae? This conversation is for the morning. We aren’t doing this tonight.”

  “Okay,” she quietly agreed.

  “Right now, I think we should wash up, get something to eat. Get some rest.” Lars looked to Seth, and gave him a closed smile. “You wanna take the guest room? I have extra clothes in the closet that should fit you.”

  “Take your time.” Seth nodded. “I’ll get a quick shower and get some grub going.”

  “I keep the freezer stocked, but I’ll need to call in some more supplies tomorrow. There should be some steaks in there.”

  “I’m on it, man.” Seth stood and turned to them. “I texted work that I wouldn’t be in tomorrow. I was supposed to be at the beach testing out some equipment anyway. No big deal if I’m gone for a few days. You know me…a good surf going and I’m hittin’ the waves. I figured you could give Garrett the run down tomorrow. Did you text him?”

  “Yeah, Garrett.” Lars hedged, unsure if he could trust his lifelong friend. He needed to confirm the connection between him and Braelynn, before he called him. “I’ll text him in the morning. I called Dean about the break in at my house. He asked me a million fucking questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Told him I was fine and I’d call him in the morning too. So if G contacts you, do you mind just holding off the conversation until tomorrow? It’s too fucking late for this shit.”

  “Hey, I wasn’t planning on saying anything. Aside from the shit that just went down, I don’t know anything anyway.”

  “This isn’t your battle.”

  “I got your back, Lars. You know this.”

  “I appreciate it, man.”

  “And, I’ve got dinner. K’?”

  “Thanks.” Lars nodded.

  “Hey, that’s a killer drive. I know you must be beat to hell.”

  “Pretty much.”

  “Right. See you in a bit,” Seth said, leaving them alone.

  Lars turned his attention to Braelynn, whose heavy eyes stared through him. “I’ll be right back.”

  Braelynn remained silent as he went into the bathroom. He flipped on the dim lights, and moved toward the oversized granite tub. Switching on the spigot, he glanced around the open area. Lars had helped design his home, ensuring that the bathroom overlooked the Pacific. As he stared toward the ocean, dusk had evolved into darkness. An array of twinkling stars was painted across the evening sky. The moon shone onto the rolling white breakers that crashed into the rocks along the cliffs. He loved the rawness of Big Sur. The dichotomy of its brutal environment and spectacular beauty existed in perfect accord.

  The hot water bubbled upward and Lars reached to turn off the flowing stream. Opening a decanter, he shook Dead Sea bath salts into the tub. Steam swirled into the air, the scent of lavender wafting into his nose. He stripped off his shirt and crossed the room. As he strode through the doorway, he spied Braelynn sitting on the edge of the bed, her face buried in her hands. A soft whimper came from her lips.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “I can’t do this…” she repeated over and over, shaking her head.

  Lars knelt before her and slid his hand onto her cheek. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. “We’re going to get through this. Together.”

  “I want to believe you.” Her reddened eyes opened, giving him an empty stare.

  “First things first. Let’s get a bath. Yes?” He nodded, seeking her agreement. She’d already had enough taken from her today, had experienced a total lack of control. The last thing he’d do was ignore her wishes.

  “Yes.” She sighed.

  “Let me help you.”

  “I can do it,” she protested, lifting the hem of her shirt.

  “Here. I’ve got it.” As he took the fabric from her fingers, she acquiesced.

  “That’s a girl.” Lars easily tugged it over her head. Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra, and it fell down her shoulders onto the floor. He kissed her knee, sliding his hands up onto her hips. Tenderly slipping his fingers underneath her panties, he eased them down her legs.

  Silence fell between them as he gazed upon her bareness. His heart broke, as he caught sight of a large scratch on her knee. A small bruise blotted her forearm where her assailant had grabbed her.

  Lars pressed upward onto his feet, and removed his shorts and shirt, standing nude before her.

  “I’ve got you, okay? Trust me.” He wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question as he reached to cradle her to his chest. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  Lars sighed. It was a small victory. No argument. No protest. One small step toward her accepting his help. She’d learn that she had someone in this world who gave a damn, someone who she could trust with her life.

  Lars made his way into the bathroom and stepped into the tub, carefully easing them into the water. Settling her in between his legs, he rested the back of her head onto his chest. He slid his arm around her belly, and rested it under her breasts. He felt her muscles relax against his and released a breath. The heat seeped into their pores, washing away the pain and stress.

  As he brought his lips to the back of her head, he acknowledged the feelings he’d been trying to deny. Whatever lust he’d held for the once mysterious stranger had evolved over the course of a weekend into something stronger. His feelings for her scared him. Losing her would tear him apart, and despite everything he’d discovered about her, the chip, Garrett’s involvement, the deception, his intuition told him she was innocent.

  “Lars,” her soft voice spoke.

  “Hmm…”

  “I know we’re going to talk tomorrow but I want you to know…well, I know you have no reason to believe me, but what I did today, I had no choice.”

  “I know.”

  “Lars.”

  “Hmm.”

  “I know it’s just a weekend…”

  “Was. Was just a weekend. Tomorrow makes three days.” He gave a small chuckle.

  “I love…I loved being with you,” she confessed. “You know, last night…yesterday…now.”

  “I loved it too.” Love. Lars couldn’t remember the last time he’d told someone he loved them, but he tasted the words on his lips, and an odd sense of comfort came over him. Am I falling for her?

  “I want to stay.”

  “I want you to stay.” Lars didn’t want to talk about tomorrow. It would come soon enough. Without warning she wrapped his arm around her tighter, cupping his hand to her breast. His cock stirred as his thumb brushed over her nipple. Her hand slid down his outer thigh, caressing him, and he smiled. “You sure you want to be doing that?”

  “I need you in my life,” she whispered. “You’re the only one I can trust.”

  Lars’ heart melted. The words shouldn’t have meant anything. But she’d fought him, denied him the truth.

  “Ah, yes.” Her head stretched back onto his chest.

  “I can’t get enough of you. You know that?” As he glided his palm down her stomach, his fingers delved into her slippery folds. His teeth sunk down onto the soft flesh of her shoulder and he murmured onto her skin, “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re hurt.”

  “No, I’m okay. I need this. I need you. Please.”

  His hardened cock prodded her back, and he cursed
his lack of discipline. He peppered kisses along her neck, his fingers spreading her labia open. She cried out with pleasure as he plunged a thick finger into her core, circling her clit with his thumb.

  Lars fucking loved how alive she came under his touch. His sweet little fox demanded attention and he couldn’t deny her.

  “You’re such a naughty girl, you know that?” he breathed into her skin.

  “Fuck me just like that. Yes, harder.”

  Lars opened his eyes, smiling as she talked dirty to him. His lessons had taken root, and he loved how she opened her body and soul to him.

  “Yes, oh my God. I need this. My pussy…” Lars added another finger, plunging it deep inside her. As she arched her back, Braelynn’s full breasts breached the water.

  “That’s it. Just…” Lars kissed and sucked her shoulder. Having forgotten he hadn’t shut the door, he heard a small creak in the floorboards.

  “Hey guys, I just thought you all might want some…” Seth wandered into the bedroom, oblivious to their actions. With three glasses of wine in his hands, he stopped short of the dresser.

  Lars caught his gaze but didn’t pause for a second, continuing to finger her. He felt Braelynn tense but she continued to tilt her hips up into his hand. Certain she’d seen Seth, he spoke softly, keeping his lips on her skin.

  “It’s just Seth, sweetheart.”

  “It feels so good….please,” she begged.

  “I’ve got you.” He gave a small laugh, pleased at her demand. “I want him to see how beautiful you are.” Braelynn raked her fingers up into his hair, and moaned. He gave Seth a small smile, acknowledging his presence. “That’s it. You want him to come play?”

  “Hmm…” she responded.

  “He watched us before. You liked it, didn’t you?” He slowed his pace, forcing her to concentrate on the question.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Don’t stop…I’m so close.”

  Seth gave a warm smile as he entered the dimly lit room. He pulled up a settee next to the tub, bringing his glass to his lips.

  “Tell her, Seth. Tell her how beautiful she is.” Lars glanced to his friend, knowing he’d have to put them both at ease. Braelynn wasn’t a club girl who they’d picked up on the dancefloor. No, she belonged to him, and his decision to share her would come on his terms.

  “You’re gorgeous.” He moved closer with a smile.

  “Seth,” Braelynn whispered.

  “Do you want him?” Lars asked.

  In silence, she reached her hand over the tub, her fingers brushing Seth’s knee. Lars’ cock turned to concrete at the sight. Maybe she wasn’t ready to have sex with his friend, but she was open to his touch.

  Seth set his wine down onto the counter and leaned to take her hand in his. He sucked her fingers up into his mouth, his eyes locked on hers. She sighed as he released them and kissed her palm.

  “Do you want me to touch you?” Seth asked, his voice low and rough.

  Lars plunged a third finger up into her heated core, and she cried aloud, “Ah God…yes.”

  Seth removed his shirt, revealing his tan chest. Braelynn’s hand drifted onto the stiff bulge in his shorts, but he reached for her wrist, moving her palm onto her stomach and glided his hand over hers.

  “You just relax now,” he told her. “This is about you, darlin’.”

  Lars nodded in approval, aware Seth wouldn’t make a move without him. As his friend caressed Braelynn’s breast, he let out a small groan. She mewled as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Lars’ cock thickened, aroused at her hot as fuck reaction to Seth’s touch.

  “Lars,” Braelynn called to him. He increased his pace, pumping inside her tight core and stroking her clit. “I’m so close.”

  Seth fell to his knees, brushing his lips to the swell of her breast. His eyes darted to Lars, who thought he’d explode watching them. Completely in control, Lars’ eyes flickered in approval. As Seth’s mouth descended on Braelynn’s stiff peak, he increased pressure to her sensitive nub, curling his fingers up into her.

  “Fuck yes!” she screamed. “Don’t stop…oh my God…yes!”

  Lars held tight as she shuddered underneath his command, water splashing onto the floor. Her hands clutched the sides of the tub, as she braced herself for the next wave of her climax. Seth dragged his tongue over her nipple, biting gently down onto her tip.

  “Look at how gorgeous my girl is.” Braelynn arched her back, panting for breath as Lars continued to fuck her. He milked her orgasm, delighting in how responsive she was to both him and Seth. He’d expected that he’d enjoy sharing her at least once.

  “Fucking amazing,” Seth praised her.

  “Lars,” she gasped.

  “Can you get us a towel?” Lars asked. Jesus, he was as hard as steel, couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed to his feet. Braelynn lolled forward but he easily maneuvered her around so she faced him. Seth backed out of his way, giving him a wide berth as he stepped out onto the rug. Water dripped onto the slippery cold floor, and Seth draped a towel over her shoulders.

  “I need you…now,” she told him, her eyes on his.

  “Way ahead of you there,” he said, lifting her into his arms and striding across the room.

  As Lars laid her onto the bed, he glanced to Seth. Lars nodded to him and contemplated how far he’d take this first interaction. He suspected she yearned to experience sex with two men, but given it was the first time they’d played with Seth, he’d err on the side of caution. She’d want more, he knew, but right now, if he didn’t get inside her, he’d lose his shit.

  Braelynn arched her back, spreading her legs to him and he climbed onto the bed. Her hungry eyes went to Seth, who slowly made his way toward the bed. Pressing her thighs open, Lars tapped his dick on her mound, garnering her attention. Seth eased next to them and lay on his side next to Braelynn, resting his head on the heel of his hand.

  “You ready, sweetheart?” Lars asked, gazing upon her. She gave a sexy smile, wearing the sultry haze of her orgasm.

  “Ahh….” Braelynn reached to support her legs, as he slammed inside her.

  “Fucking hell, Brae. Holy shit, you feel so good.” Lars stilled. Like a teenager he fought the orgasm that threatened to roll through him. Her tight little pussy quivered around him, still spasming from her earlier climax.

  She tilted her pelvis up into him, and he scolded her. “No, don’t move. Just…just…” He blew out a breath, willing it to subside. “Slow, baby, slow.”

  Braelynn smiled up at him, and he sensed she was altogether aware of the effect she had on him. He withdrew slowly, his cock throbbing in arousal. Making love to Braelynn had been like no other experience in his life. A part of him knew the thrill lay within teaching her, pushing her limits. Yet it was her pure openness to him, the trust she gave him in her actions that attracted him to her. Like the tide being drawn by the moon, he couldn’t fight it.

  “Come help me.” Lars detected Braelynn’s desire in the glance she gave to Seth, who’d begun stroking his stiffened dick. “I think Brae…she needs a little more.”

  “I…I…” Braelynn’s words were lost as Seth reached between her legs, spearing his fingers through her swollen folds.

  “Take his cock.” Braelynn’s eyes lit at his demand, but she hesitated. Lars released her legs, caging her with his arms. Seth was merely an exploration into her sexuality, and he sought to reassure her. “This is just play. It’s okay to touch him.”

  As Lars pressed his lips to hers, she reached for Seth’s dick. Seth fell onto his back, groaning in pleasure, as Lars ground against Braelynn, edging him out of the way. As he deepened the kiss, she speared her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist. With a frantic pace, he thrust inside her, tasting and sucking her mouth. The warmth of her body surrounded his, and he struggled to conceal the passion swirling inside him.

  He heard Seth grunt loudly, and as
Braelynn’s hands clutched at his back, he knew she’d released him.

  “Lars…I need this….need you. Please,” she pleaded as he pounded into her.

  “Only you.” Lars’ explosive release rocked through him, and he kissed Braelynn desperately, not wanting it to end. She convulsed underneath him, her pulsating sheath wringing the climax from his body.

  As Lars tore his lips away, she gasped, and her eyes locked on his. The ease of her smile clutched at his heart. The terrifying thought that he was falling for a woman who could be out of his life within hours struck him, and he groaned in both pleasure and agony. Lars sensed the shift in the bed, cognizant that Seth had left, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of Braelynn. He studied every contour of her face, his heart pounding in his chest. When tomorrow came, he’d know every dimple, freckle on her beautiful face. Braelynn Rollins was his, and he’d kill to keep her in his life.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Are we going to talk about last night?” Seth asked with a laugh.

  “What about it?” Lars replied, seasoning the defrosted steaks. Although they’d been starving last night, making love had both sated and exhausted him. When he’d awoken, it was nearly seven in the morning. He’d left Braelynn sleeping in his bed, and as he’d glanced back to her, he’d considered that he’d never tire of having her in his home, in his life.

  “The thing is, Lars.” Seth laughed, pouring coffee into a mug.

  “What’s the thing?”

  “You know she’s not like us, right?” He opened the refrigerator, and cursed. “Aw shit. No cream.”

  “Cabinet to the right.” Lars pointed. “Powdered stuff.”

  Seth reached for its handle, opened it, rummaging through the containers until he found the jar. He opened it and sniffed.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Lars asked, shaking his head with a grin.

  “I never trust this shit. It’s got a million chemicals. Hydrogenated vegetable-based fats. It’ll give you a heart attack.”

  “Yeah, well, number one…it’s not like you’re eating the whole container. A spoonful is all you need.”