04 Screaming Orgasm

by Mari Carr

  He held her face in his hands, tightening his grip as he began driving inside her.

  Jayne’s nails raked his back but he welcomed the pain of her scratches. Her aggression fueled his own as he fucked her harder. He’d never taken a woman so roughly, but Jayne didn’t resist.

  Instead she urged him on. Her legs tightened around his waist as she lifted her hips to his intense blows.

  “More,” she demanded. Her first orgasm had waned, the second building steam. Her hands found his hair, yanking it hard enough to pull more than a few strands out.

  Elias retreated from her body and flipped her onto her stomach. Jayne tried to lift up, her hand seeking his cock and a way to pull him back into her body.

  He fought to capture her wrists, tightly pressing them together. Reaching toward the bedside table, he found handcuffs. Snapping them into place, he pushed her face to the mattress when she rose up, yelling at him to take her again.

  Control was overrated. Elias had spent most of his life fighting to maintain power over his lovers, his own needs. He didn’t want it now. The animal lurking beneath his skin was finished hiding in the background.

  He placed three hard smacks against Jayne’s ass, thinking it would ground her, calm her down. He’d been a fool.

  “Harder,” she demanded.

  He gave in to her wish, spanking until her ass flushed red. It didn’t dim her desire to be fucked at all. If anything, she was wilder than before.

  Elias grabbed lubrication, placed the nozzle against her anus and squeezed. Tossing the tube aside, he worked the gel in with two fingers, then three. Unable to hold back any longer, he pressed his dick inside her ass.

  Jayne stilled for a moment. Finally he’d found a way to tame the wildcat. Unfortunately the reins of his own control had slipped from his grasp.

  Once he was fully lodged, he paused for a split second.

  “Jayne?”

  “Do it.”

  The choice. He understood why she’d been afraid of losing herself, giving up her freedom to him. Silly woman didn’t realize the power had always been in her hands. It always would be. Because there was quite simply nothing he wouldn’t give her if she asked.

  She was his life. His love. His Jayne.

  He found his rhythm again, driving into her ass until he saw stars behind his closed eyelids.

  “Fuck.” He couldn’t hold off any longer. Reaching around her waist, he found her clit and stroked. It was as if he’d pressed the trigger of a gun. Jayne’s back arched as she came and he followed her into the abyss.

  Jayne lay still beneath him when he finally found the strength to pull away and release her from the cuffs. He dropped down on the mattress next to her and studied the peacefulness on her face. Her hair was matted to her forehead, her skin flushed, gleaming with sweat. She’d never looked lovelier.

  Soon he’d have to rouse her and drag her to the shower. Then he’d take her upstairs to his bedroom.

  After several moments, Jayne’s eyes drifted open. “God. Did I pass out again?”

  He grinned. “Just call me Stud.”

  She laughed breathlessly. “I’ll call you anything you want. Sir. Master. Elias. Anything.”

  Elias brushed her hair away from her face, touched by her generous offer. “I love you, Jayne.”

  A tear formed in the corner of her eye. “I love you too.”

  Elias tugged her beneath him, caging her body as he kissed her. He clasped her face between his hands. “Tell me what you want. Your choice.”

  Jayne wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.

  “I want you to carry me to the shower, and then I want to make love in your bed, Elias.”

  “As you wish.”

  Epilogue

  Jayne stood at the edge of the crowd of single women and rolled her eyes. The women were pushing and shoving, jostling for position. She spotted Elias standing near the groom’s cake—doughnut in hand—with Gabriel, Casey, Jarod and Marc. They were clearly laughing about how seriously some of these women were taking the tradition of catching the bouquet.

  Sophie and Jordan stepped next to her.

  “Wow. I had to get out of there for fear of being trampled to death.” Jordan was double-fisting—carrying two glasses of champagne.

  “Why are you holding those drinks?” Sophie asked.

  Jordan shrugged. “A couple of the girls asked me if I would.”

  Jayne laughed. “Talk about giving the competition a handicap. How are you supposed to catch the bouquet with no hands?”

  Jordan raised her eyebrow. “I have no desire to catch that silly bouquet. Casey and Gabriel would enjoy that far too much. They’re already pressuring me to make a permanent commitment.”

  Jayne and Jordan had spent countless hours discussing the trickiness of Jordan’s situation. While Casey and Gabriel insisted it would all be fine, that she could marry Gabriel legally on paper and Casey in a more intimate, non-legitimate way, Jordan wasn’t in any hurry to change the status quo. Jayne suspected it would take her friend a bit longer to realize that both men were sincere in their love and their desire to spend forever with her. Lately that insecurity was lessening. Gabriel and Casey were wearing her down.

  Jayne glanced at Sophie, who had pulled a compact out of her handbag and started re-pinning the strands that had escaped her updo during the dancing. Sophie caught her looking. “Don’t even look at me. Marc and I have only been together six months and that damn man still drives me insane. I need more time to break his spirit before I consider settling down.”

  Jayne laughed. “Yeah right. I think the jury is out on who exactly is breaking whose spirit in your relationship.”

  Jordan agreed. “They’re both stubborn as mules and the perfect match. There’s no one else on the planet who could live with either one of them. She’ll figure that out eventually.”

  Jayne felt both of her friends turn their attention to her. “I’ve been with Elias less than a month. You don’t seriously think I’m going to make a play for that bouquet, do you?”

  “That timeline is way off. Maybe you’ve only started doing the deed this month, but you two fell head over heels years ago. Truth is, you’re probably closer to tying the knot than me or Jordan.”

  “Well, then I guess we’re all in trouble.” Jayne couldn’t deny the hope that her friends were right. She and Elias were still in the early days of their relationship, but the fact that their love had been born from a close friendship made it feel as if they’d been together much longer. Just this morning, Elias had mentioned how much he liked seeing her toothbrush in his bathroom.

  She glanced across the room to find him looking at her. He winked then gestured at Stephanie.

  She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw him mouth the words “Catch it.”

  Her suspicion was confirmed when Sophie glanced from Elias to her, laughing. “Told you so. Something tells me your boyfriend isn’t going to be content with just dating for long.”

  Before Jayne could reply, Stephanie took her place in front of the crowd, tossing the bouquet over her shoulder.

  Jayne had to hand it to her friend; Stephanie’s aim was spot-on. She’d managed to clear the herd of women elbowing each other out of the way with ease. The bouquet came straight at her and Jayne raised her hands more in self-defense than to catch it.

  Jordan and Sophie hugged her in congratulations, high-fiving Stephanie when she joined them.

  “Let me know if you want the number of the lady who made the doughnut cake. I notice Elias is going in for a second,” Stephanie teased.

  “You threw that right at me,” Jayne said, feigning annoyance.

  “Of course I did. And I’ve threatened Jarod with no honeymoon sex tonight if he doesn’t manage to get the garter in Elias’ hands.”

  Sophie blanched. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

  “Hell no. I’m not a masochist,” Stephanie said. “But I wanted to ensure he gave it his bes
t effort.”

  A waiter walked up with a tray of four cocktails.

  “What’s this?” Jordan asked when Stephanie handed a drink to each of them, then took one for herself.

  “I want to give a special toast to my bridesmaids.”

  They each lifted their glasses.

  “Here’s to the Books and Brew babes. I’m not sure how we did it, but somehow we managed to make our business a success while landing the five hottest, set-the-sheets-on-fire guys in Portland.”

  Jayne laughed. Stephanie always managed to take a nice gesture and make it twisted.

  “Seriously though,” Stephanie added, “I love you girls. Now drink up.”

  The End

  About Mari Carr

  Writing a book was number one on Mari’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Now her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. A New York Times and USA Today bestseller, as well as winner of the Passionate Plume, Mari finds time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak, when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.

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