Wreckless Engagement: The Russian Engagement Series

by K. Marie

  “Hmm…is that so, or just more teasing words?” I murmured, playing at being naughty.

  He’d brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. I felt bold and was purposely provoking him. I knew I was playing with fire, but for once, I didn’t want to be the good girl who'd always played it safe. For once, I was going to shock everybody and walk on the wild side. The green-eyed devil had tempted me, and I was going to willingly let him lead me into damnation.

  “There’s nothing I like more than a challenge,” Garland said, turning to face me and looking me dead in the eye. “You’ll learn I’m nothing if not a man of my word, so consider this a promise. I’m going to fuck you until you confuse me with a higher power, and when I’ve finished, there’ll be no doubt you’d properly converted to my religion.”

  Holy Shit. He looked completely serious too.

  It seemed a laughable moment; like such a macho and egotistical thing to say, but humor suddenly eluded me.

  Perhaps I’d taken my newfound boldness a bit too far?

  I could play at seductress, but he was obviously the master at this game.

  Our eyes remained glued until I remembered we weren’t alone, then lowered my gaze to look back out onto the water.

  What in the hell had I gotten myself into?

  Nine

  We did a final toast to Garland as the boat pulled into the marina. Once we finally docked and the smaller motorboats were in place, everyone began to leave. I waited until half the guests had left before breaking the news to the girls’.

  “I’ll be going back with Garland,” I announced, a play on the truth.

  I hadn’t lied, I would be going back with him, tomorrow.

  I decided this would be the best way to handle it. Because I was alone in my room, I figured no one would be the wiser before morning.

  “What?!” both Marie and Lauren exclaimed simultaneously. A reaction I’d anticipated.

  I looked them in the eye and repeated myself. “I’m leaving with Garland, he’ll take me back to the hotel.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Lauren said.

  “And for once, I actually agree with her!” Marie added.

  I looked at both of them in amusement. “Thank you, mother—both of you, but I’m a big girl and it's my decision. Besides, were I to disappear, there would be at least twenty witnesses to me having been on this boat,” I told them.

  “Need I remind you that you’re engaged to another man?” Marie asked in a lowered voice, as though the others couldn’t hear her.

  “Need I remind you that I’m an adult and that any choices I make; whether good or bad, are mine to make?” I asked in turn.

  That seemed to do the trick, because they both remained silent.

  Though of course, Lauren felt it necessary to give a final warning. “Be careful Camry, making the wrong decision now may come back to bite you in the ass.”

  I ignored her warning but assured them I would be returned safely. “But it's what you’ll be doing between now and returning safely that’s the problem, hooker!” Marie whispered knowingly in my ear.

  A giggle escaped my mouth. Then recovering, I gave her a stern look.

  “Hey, no judgment. Just call me or someone else when you return so we don’t send out a search party,” she said with a wink.

  And then she started to sing a tune under her breath that I instantly recognized; the chorus to “Fucking You Tonight” by the late Notorious B.I.G and R. Kelly. I narrowed my eyes and considered choking the shit out of her.

  With a laugh, Marie walked away.

  After seeing the girls off the boat, I joined Garland back in the main cabin to find his friend Greg and his girlfriend were still present. They would be the only other guests staying on the boat tonight.

  ‘The Bitch’ gave me a hostile look, so I was relieved when Garland didn’t linger, but wished them a goodnight and led me down a long hallway to a set of stairs. After climbing the short flight of stairs, Garland opened the door to a large stateroom. The room was dimly lit with recessed lighting, but I could see that it was split-level; with a lounging area up top and a bedroom below. The lower level featured a huge bed as its centerpiece, and large windows that would likely give to an awesome view come daylight. The rooms decor was mostly ivory, navy, and gold.

  I followed Garland down the stairs. “This is lovely,” I said, “I didn’t imagine staterooms came this large.”

  I once took a three-day cruise to the Bahamas, and the stateroom was tiny.

  “This is the only one of this size, the others are smaller,” Garland said, taking my tote off my arm and placing it atop the built-in dresser.

  Turning back to me, he asked if I would like a drink. I declined. “Good, because I’m impatient to get you out of that dress,” he told me.

  I gawked stupidly, quickly rethinking that drink offer.

  Garland closed the space between us and brought his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss. Palming my face in his hands, he deepened the kiss; caressing my tongue with his, the very gifted tongue that had recently caressed other parts of my body.

  With a groan, he pulled his mouth away. “It's time to unwrap my birthday present,” he declared in a raspy voice.

  Then stepping back, his heated gaze raked my body, and my heart gave a start. I guess I’m the birthday present.

  “Take the dress off, Camry,” he commanded.

  Nervousness ricocheted throughout my body as I hesitated, no longer feeling so brazen. But this is what I’d signed on for, right?

  So, shoring-up my courage, I took a deep breath and reached for the hidden zipper at the side of my dress. Unzipping it, I pulled the dress down my body until it fell to the floor. I wore nothing underneath. I never had on a bra and was too embarrassed to put my panties back on after our earlier tryst.

  Kicking the pooled material aside, I stood still under Garland’s hot gaze. “Happy Birthday,” I told him, sounding a lot braver than I felt.

  He stared at my nakedness long seconds before closing the distance between us and grasping my waist. “You’re fucking beautiful, Camry, and the best damn birthday present I’ve ever gotten,” he said, before crushing his mouth to mine.

  His kiss moved below my ear, along my jaw, and then to my neck as his hands glided from my waist to my ass. Garland began walking me backwards towards the bed, until the backs of my legs brushed up against it.

  “Lie down,” he commanded, and I did as asked.

  My heart beat a fast staccato as he moved between my spread thighs and pushed my knees further apart. I watched as he gazed between my legs, and thanked God that I’d been recently waxed. Garland reached out to trail a finger through my wet folds, causing me to moan. I was already close to orgasm.

  My eyes fluttered shut as he teased, my body writhing in need and seeking more than he was giving. I let out a plaintive groan of protest when he pulled his hand away; but became immediately distracted when he began to unbuckle his belt. Fuck yeah.

  Garland pulled his tucked shirt out of his pants and went to work on the buttons, doing a slow striptease, and revealing an upper body that could only be obtained from working out regularly. His broad shoulders and chest were muscular, his toned stomach had a defined six pack, and his nicely formed biceps flexed with his every movement.

  I was surprised to see he had a tattoo—no, make that two tattoos. One ran across the entire right pec, then across his muscular shoulder and bulging bicep. It looked like a wing. The other tattoo was on his left upper arm, though I couldn’t make out what it was in the dimmed lighting. Garland watched me watch him, his heated gaze unwavering as he bared his naked body to me. I wasn’t a voyeur, but I just couldn’t help staring, the man was otherworldly gorgeous. I seriously couldn’t find a single flaw on his face or body. The shit just didn’t seem fair.

  My pulse spiked in anticipation as he stepped back to me and climbed between my legs. I clutched his hair and pulled him closer as his mouth claimed mine, wanting him
desperately. Garland kissed a trail down my body, stopping at my breast and pulling the taut nipples into his mouth before going lower to linger at my stomach. I moaned lustfully when he dipped his tongue into my navel, tugging gently at the piercing there. His hot mouth on my flesh drove me crazy as he continued kissing and licking his way down my body, moving lower still, until he was on bended knee on the floor. Garland pulled me to the edge of the bed before burying his face between my thighs.

  I cried out, a loud moan wrenching from my throat as he licked me from slit to clit. I threw my head back in ecstasy when he did it again, before sticking his tongue inside me. Jesus. I’d never before had a man put his tongue there.

  Garland gave an appreciative groan, as though it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and I lost total control. I twisted and writhed as I exploded, body drawn as tight as a bow; as every muscle in my body seemed seized.

  Garland’s mouth didn’t leave my flesh until my orgasm had subsided, and then he disappeared, leaving me panting and heaving to catch my breath. I heard him open the drawer to the bedside table and pull out what must be condoms. Thank God. I’d counted on him being prepared, or this wouldn’t be happening.

  My eyes followed him as he returned to the bed and ripped a square off the roll, tossing the others. Garland rolled the condom onto his impressive cock before climbing between my legs and entering my body. I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the shock of his invasion.

  “Shit…” he groaned, pushing in even deeper.

  I moaned as Garland started to fuck me slow, probably sensing my whole losing my virginity for the first-time vibe.

  I was far from being a virgin, but a girl couldn’t just take on a new cock without a brief adjustment period. It didn’t take long though. Soon, I’m all lustful cries and moans, and digging my nails into Garland’s muscular back. He reached down to grasp my right leg—pushing my bent knee back towards my chest, as he thrust into me harder.

  And sweet baby Jesus…the man is a fucking miracle worker.

  I don’t know what he did, but he’d managed to find the equivalent of the Holy Grail inside my pussy and hammered away at it. Garland fucked me hard until I’m all moans and screaming-orgasm. My God.

  “Not quite, sweetheart,” he muttered, making me realize I’d actually screamed that out loud.

  I felt the powerful surge of his cock as he groaned, losing control as he came hard, body jerking with the effort. When he finally stilled, Garland collapsed on top of me, planting his face into the side of my neck as we both gasped for air.

  Minutes later, I felt him shift, becoming lighter as he propped himself up on his forearms. My eyes remained closed, but I sensed him looking down at me.

  Prying my eyes open, I see that I’m right. We stared at each other wordlessly, both of us probably wondering what the other is thinking. I didn’t know about Garland, but I was thinking what he and I had just done was pretty damn spectacular. I can’t believe we’d just had sex.

  I just had sex with a stranger and loved every minute of it.

  Lifting my hand, I trailed a finger down the side of his face, grazing the sexy scruff along his jaw. “Wow…” I whispered, smiling up at him.

  Garland smiled back, then gave me a lingering kiss. “I must be doing something right, I’ve managed to wow you twice tonight,” he said.

  I just grinned, no words necessary.

  Garland lifted himself off of me; the bed shifting ever so slightly as he got to his feet. He disappeared towards the darkened doorway to the right of the bed, a light popping on as he closed the door behind him. I lay angled across the bed feeling the loss of his body heat, and too damn boneless to move. But I eventually sighed, the post-coital glow quickly fading as reality started to set back in.

  What did one do after having sex with a man they’d known only twenty-four hours?

  Do we make small-talk, have pillow-talk? I wasn’t exactly sure how these situations worked; I’d never had a one-night stand before tonight. I’ve never had sex with someone without having known them first, period. Fact is, Garland had just upped my number of sex partners to three. At age twenty-six, he’s the third man I’ve ever had sex with. Not that there was anything wrong in that. But nowadays—and compared with most women my age, I was damn near a nun.

  I felt my muscles protest as I lifted myself into a sitting position and scooted off the bed, feeling suddenly vulnerable and unsure. But as I stood, I stilled in surprise, realizing I was still wearing my heels. I smiled as I reached to unfasten them, throwing them off to the side. Garland hadn’t bothered with them being removed, I now wondered if that was intentional, or an oversight.

  A slight chill settled over me as I stood studying the room, thinking the rich, masculine décor perfectly suited to its owner. I had to remind myself that I knew absolutely nothing about the man or his predilections in decorating. Whereas I’d just felt completely comfortable while lying with him a few minutes ago; I now felt at a loss. I wondered if he’d gotten what he wanted and was now ready for me to leave.

  Talk about awkward moment.

  But this is what I agreed to, a one-night stand, so now I had to play my part and deal like a grown-up.

  Not knowing what else to do, my eyes moved back to the bed, and I decide to just lie back down and let this thing play out whatever way it will. Unsure of which side Garland slept on, I pulled the covers back and scooted towards the middle. As I settled in and pulled the covers around me, I heard the faint sound of the bathroom door opening.

  I appreciated the view of Garland’s perfectly formed ass as I watched him walk across the room naked.

  Ten

  He opened a door underneath the bar, and the tattoo on his left arm caught my attention.

  Interesting. I hadn’t taken Garland for the tattoo type, I never would have guessed he had them hidden underneath his clothing. They seemed somehow at-odds with his polished image.

  Garland pulled something out of what must be a mini-fridge and closed the door back. I nearly blushed as he approached the bed carrying two bottles of water—forcing myself to avert my eyes from his manly parts.

  “Have you fallen asleep on me already?” he asked, climbing underneath the covers with me.

  “Um, hmm…almost,” I mumbled.

  “Water?” he offered, removing the cap and holding the bottle out to me.

  As I lifted my head to drink from the bottle, I got a clearer view of the tattoo on his left arm. The ‘tat’ was of a menacing looking skull-faced grim reaper. It held a scythe in its bony hand that curved over its hooded head, and the ink was in all black, except for the eyes, which were green. Like his. There was script of some sort written horizontally across the bottom of the tattoo.

  “Thanks,” I told him, handing back the bottle.

  I watched in surprise as he put it to his mouth and drank from it; he clearly had no germ phobias.

  “Considering I still have the taste of you on my tongue, putting my mouth on the same water bottle is hardly putting me at risk,” he said, having correctly read my facial expression.

  Garland flashed me a naughty wink, and I just shook my head in amusement.

  “Your tattoos, do they have any special meaning?” I asked, “What does that say?” I questioned, nodding towards the reaper.

  Polishing off the rest of the water, Garland replaced the cap and reached over to place it next to the other bottle on the night table.

  “Yes, they have special meaning. The words are Russian, but translates to ‘Without Mercy’,” he answered.

  “And the one on your other side, what is it?” I asked next.

  Garland eyed me thoughtfully, before commanding, “Turn over,” all dictatorial-like.

  “You sure are bossy,” I complained with a scowl.

  The man was obviously use to giving orders. And apparently, of having them obeyed. I surmised as I moved to do his bidding.

  After turning onto my side, I felt his warm body press against the back of mine
as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.

  Garland’s a cuddler. I smiled stupidly, glad he couldn’t see my pleased face.

  “The other tattoo is ‘The Angel of Mercy’,” he finally said, circling a caressing finger across my stomach.

  I knew it was something with wings. Lifting my head, I craned my neck to get a closer look at it.

  Sure enough, there was a dark wing across his right pec, a body in the middle, and another wing on the opposite side that extended across the shoulder and bicep, and wrapped around to the triceps. The Angel was essentially perched on his shoulder. The body of the Angel was of a man on bended knee, head bowed as if in prayer, and with both arms lifted and extended out to his sides. One palm faced up, while the other hand brandished a sword pointed towards the heavens.

  “Why the contradiction between the two tattoos—the Angel and the Reaper?” I asked curiously.

  “Perhaps I didn’t do as well a job as I thought; you should be too tired to talk,” he responded.

  I gasped in outrage, before having to laugh. “How rude!” I charged, “I was almost asleep before you got into bed and disturbed me.”

  “I was going to ask if you wanted to take a shower, but you didn’t look up to it,” he said, amusement in his voice.

  “If you can bring the shower in here and spray it on me, I’m all for it. I don’t think I can move,” I said lazily.

  “Well rest-up, Camry, it’s going to be a long night,” Garland said.

  “Really?” I asked with widened eyes. Because I thought the night had already been long.

  “Did you think we were done?” he asked, tone implying I’d been mistaken. “That was just the warm-up, sweetheart,” he informed me, running a caressing finger down my stomach, across my waist, then to trail down my hip and upper thigh.

  My nipples sat up and took notice.

  If that was the warm-up, what in the hell could he have planned for the main event? I was game to find out.