“You bring an all new meaning to the term cock tease.” She pulled her full bottom lip between her teeth.
“Have you never met anyone who’s better at it than you are?” He leaned down and kissed her until she relaxed. He let his tongue play with her mouth the way he played his cock along her nether lips, dipping and tasting until she gave in to the kiss.
With his cock teasing the entrance of paradise, he felt her take control of the kiss. Deepening the connection. As she took his mouth, he took her body, easing in with the same slow sensuality she used on him.
Before he’d even made it halfway, she gave up the kiss and turned her head to the side to pull in a deep breath. She stretched her arms over her head and off the table. Never had he seen a woman so willing and full of want.
He grabbed her hips and dove into her depths, going deeper every time she cried out. Acting on impulse, he pulled back and slammed home, his balls slapping against her ass. Her body rocked with the motion, her breasts bouncing and her chin lifting. Buried deep, he ground himself against her and she cried out.
“You like that?” he asked, letting his weight press farther into her.
“Less talking, more fucking.” She clenched her inner muscles around his cock, pulling him impossibly deeper.
The move snapped his control and he took her at her word. Took her. Pulled out and plunged deep over and over. She thrashed her head from side-to-side until she let it drop over the back of the table.
Her abandon was like none other, her body rocking with each thrust. He tightened his hold on her hips and moved her with each spine-tingling push. Everything spiraled tighter into a blinding need for release. Deeper. Closer. Faster.
The table creaked under the strain. The wood cracked and splintered, but he had to trust it to hold, to last just one more minute. She screamed and spasmed around him, the toned muscles of her belly quaking along with her orgasm.
His heart gave a painful squeeze and his breath froze in a blinding flash of bliss that tightened every muscle in his body. The dark release that followed threatened to buckle his knees and fray the edges of his soul. He came in a gut-clenching, mind-numbing eruption that froze time until his vision cleared and his heart beat anew.
He chased the climax, slamming his hips forward and pulling the pleasure out as long as he could manage. He didn’t want it to be over, not yet. He rode out every sensation, taking her in small hip-jerking thrusts until the table gave beneath them. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him so quickly their bodies joined with a slap. Her pale eyes opened in shock, still glazed over from pleasure. She held tight to his shoulders as he bent his knees and brought them to the floor with as much grace as possible. Which wasn’t much.
She pressed her nose to his. “We broke the table.”
“I built it, I can break it.” He swallowed hard and eased her legs off his shoulders. She’d been the perfect princess at the party and an insatiable lover on the table. But now, with her sexy body sprawled over his, bare save for a pair of strappy heels, and his cock still buried deep, he wanted her more than ever, more than he thought possible.
“You did?” A puzzled expression crossed her face, but she dispelled it with a shake of her head. “We should get back to town.”
“Should we?” He made no motion to leave, just watched as the wanton woman transformed back into the ice queen. Dread coiled in the pit of his stomach. He reached between them and rolled her slick clit between his fingers.
“Don’t.” She covered his hand with hers, her expression softening.
“I could say the same to you.”
She nodded as if she understood, but he didn’t. He didn’t have any practice being something he wasn’t, couldn’t fathom why anyone would.
“I still want you, Janny.”
“One condom, remember?” She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t have sex often enough to be on the pill.”
“With this body, that is a crime against humanity. You should be fucked, well and often.”
“Nice.” The smile was back on her face, where it would stay for as long as he was around.
“I’m simply doing my duty as a man.”
“I’ll add humanitarian to your list of attributes.”
“What else is on that list of yours?”
“Cute, funny, good with his hands.” She took his hands in hers. “Willing to take me back to town even when he doesn’t want to.”
“On one condition.” He pulled in a deep breath of the sex-scented air and somehow managed to be as much of a gentleman as he could be with his woman sitting on his cock. “Tomorrow night, I get to have you in a bed.”
Chapter Three
So you’re going to sit through a wedding.
Janny grinned at the title on the front of the wedding program. Holly was going to shake down the buttoned-up core of the Prinsen family. Sebastian had raised his sons with a sense of wealthy entitlement, their every wish his command. The old man was probably squirming at their choices in women too strong to be tamed, too opinionated to obey. Served him right to finally be put in his place.
She scanned the pews again as guests filed into the ornate Russian Orthodox church, wondering anew where Nik was. Their fantasy night had been amazing, and the steamy kiss they’d shared last night when he’d dropped her off had been enough to leave her wanting more. She’d been able to play it cool last night, but she didn’t trust herself not to betray her thoughts if he sat down beside her.
His leather jacket and motorcycle boots were nowhere in sight today. Janny focused on the tiny magazine being doled out at the doors by a pair of teens who looked as if they wanted to crawl out of their tuxedos and run for the hills. She knew the feeling. If getting off this rock weren’t such an event, she would have escaped in the wee hours of the morning.
If it weren’t for the greedy ache between her legs, she might be able to convince herself she’d dreamed up the whole thing. It was so like a fantasy. But a fantasy she could let go of. This had her by the throat, wondering if the bad-ass biker was a romantic gentleman or a sexual deviant, because after last night, it could really go either way.
Harm and Holly seemed to have everything figured out on the cover of the program. Holly wore a crocheted bathing suit that must be one of the designs from the fashion label she owned with Saskia. A large floppy hat hid their faces as they embraced in a romantic clutch. She couldn’t help but sigh.
Inside told a bit about Harm, the real estate mogul determined to single-handedly boost the economy of the Caribbean island she called home. The full page photo showed him smiling, which wasn’t a typical look for him. But maybe he only shot those angry glares Janny’s way.
Holly looked gorgeous sitting behind her desk at Sassy V Designs, brightly colored crocheted bikinis piled on every surface. They’d used the same image on their website.
She skipped over the pages about Holly’s parents and Harm’s. She knew more than she cared to about Sebastian Prinsen and his gullible saint of a wife.
The next spread was a collage of photos simply titled The Prinsen Family. She tried to flip past it but froze. Her own face smiled up from the pages. At Saskia and Johannes’s wedding last month, she’d been a bridesmaid, so her appearance in that photo could be an oversight. After all, Sebastian’s godson, Falco, was included as well. But what made her blood chill in her veins were the two pictures of her as a child. In one, she kneeled on the beach between Saskia and Kristin, with the three Prinsen brothers standing behind them, squinting at the sun. The other was of Harm as a gangly tween, holding her five-year-old hand.
She could recall the picture at the beach, how awkward it had felt to have Sebastian watching her every move as she tried to play with her friends. She’d known who he was, known he was too ashamed of her to tell his sons and that she was to keep her mouth zipped about it. But she had no recollection of the othe
r picture. Why in the world would Harm be walking her anywhere?
And above all, why would Harm include her on the family page of his wedding program? It was like a banner flying overhead, announcing to the world his father’s indiscretions. There had always been a silent understanding that Sebastian wanted his Janny-shaped skeleton to stay closeted on Anguilla.
Her gaze darted around the church, scanning the room to see if anyone else noticed the disaster threatening to hemorrhage from the pages. The echoes of laughter and conversations rang down from the high walls, scratching at her ears while her stomach clenched and her heart raced. This was not the time. Not the place. Not how she imagined it at all.
“Jannis?”
She nearly leapt from her seat at the sound of Sebastian’s clipped accent. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him lest he see how shaken she felt. She could really use Nik right now, the black knight ready to ride her off into the sunset. But she opened her eyes to the ugly reality she couldn’t escape.
“Will you sit with me in the front?”
She shook her head, trying to find her way out of this Twilight Zone. She turned to see him, his clear-blue eyes so much like her own. His precisely combed silver hair and meticulous suit added to his air of authority. She wondered if she were the only person in his life who’d ever turned him down.
“Please, come sit with me, Jannis.” He held out a hand, his nails perfectly manicured.
She glanced at his hand, then up to his face. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Because you don’t know anyone else here.” He brought one hand to the other and clasped them together in front of him, the sizable diamond in his wedding band shining in the light.
“I don’t know you, Mr. Prinsen.” Everything in her wanted to spew the hate-filled speech she’d gone over in her mind so many times, tell him the pain he’d caused her mother, how he couldn’t buy his way back into her life after years of rejection. But this was a wedding. In a church. And more than a few people had already taken notice of the tense conversation.
“You belong in the front with the family.”
Since when? She really wanted to rage at him. Maybe slap him in the face with the damned wedding program. Thank goodness, her mother had taught her a sense of respect and decorum, because she obviously never would have learned either from him. “Go away, Sebastian.”
“Either come with me to the front or I will sit here with you.” He spoke the threat as if they were discussing the weather.
“Maybe I should leave.” She grabbed her clutch and stood. He called her bluff and grabbed her elbow.
Any resistance would have garnered the full attention of the guests. As much as she wanted to toss Sebastian off, she would not ruin Holly’s wedding. He might be a manipulative prick, but she was a better person.
“You have one uncle.” Sebastian explained as they walked. “His wife is about your age, so we’ll not call her an aunt. My brother is an artist who changes his muse often.”
“I don’t care,” she said quietly, taking a seat on the smooth wooden pew. “I’m here to see the wedding, not you. If you knew Holly better, you wouldn’t have pulled this stunt and risked ruining her day.”
“Holly would understand.” Sebastian crossed his legs and smiled at Harm getting a last bit of instruction from the priest. “She brought Harmannus back to me.”
“What? Back to you? Holly is not moving to Amsterdam.” Maybe the man had gone senile in his old age.
“There was a rift, a misunderstanding with my boys. Healing that has given me hope of a relationship with you.”
“I haven’t wanted anything to do with you since I was five.” She rolled the program in her hands and gave careful thought to where she could smack him with it. Upside the head seemed about right.
“Communication and honesty are the keys to healing old wounds.”
“Honesty?” She faked a laugh. “Perhaps you should peddle your particular brand of honesty to someone who hasn’t lived your lie her entire life.”
“It wasn’t me who withheld the truth.”
The string quartet began to play before she could get a word out. Sebastian Prinsen was one lucky devil, saved by the wedding bells.
“If you want to run, I’ve totally got it taken care of.” Nik whispered in Holly’s ear as she checked her face for the eighth time. He’d been counting.
She drew her brows down and glared at him through the mirror. “That’s not even funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke. There’s a plane at the airport on standby, just in case.” He smiled as her face relaxed. The Hansen clan had never done this before, married off one of their own. Their older brothers really should have stepped up instead of making Holly go first. Nik might not feel so unsettled about it if he’d been through it before.
“Where’s Dad?” She turned around and scanned the now empty bridal suite.
“He promised Leila that he would watch her turn as flower girl. I think you made her dream come true with that gig.”
Holly’s eyes shone with happiness. “I loved how excited she was to have her hair and makeup done. Her joy made me feel like the best big sister ever. It almost made up for Britt and Nina’s attitudes. What is up with them, anyway?”
He shrugged and stuffed his hands in the pockets of a suit he’d had to buy for the occasion. He’d probably never wear the thing again. “Britt’s pissed that I won’t take her with me to Oregon. Nina’s annoyed that Britt is refusing to go to college with her. Apparently, it is very hard to be an eighteen-year-old girl.”
“It can be. I’ll talk with them tomorrow. I’ve been too busy with wedding stuff to have a proper sister heart-to-heart.”
“Tomorrow is your honeymoon. I’ll talk to them again.”
“No offence, little brother, but the twins have never seen you as a confidant.” She touched the diamond necklace that had belonged to Harm’s mother. “You’re too pragmatic for their bouts of hormonal witchery.”
“And you’re not?”
She winked at him and stood, smoothing out the volumes of material that made up her dress. “I’m getting married to a man I met four months ago. Spontaneity is my new middle name.”
Except Holly planned everything, and when something dared not follow her design, her revenge was swift and deadly. That determination had led her to be the first of the brood to leave Alaska for college, to dare to live on the East Coast and to start a clothing line on a bikini-string budget. She visualized the outcome she wanted and did whatever it took to make it real.
Realization hit him right in the solar plexus and he reached for her arm. “You’re pregnant. That’s why you’ve planned a wedding with two weeks notice.”
She shrugged him off and covered her middle with her hands. “Shut your mouth, Nik, or I will bust out your teeth.”
“Jesus, I was only half serious.”
“We are in a church, Nik.”
He crossed himself and stepped close enough to whisper. Their father would be back any minute to escort her down the aisle. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, Nik.” She took his hands in hers. “Marrying Harm was inevitable, getting pregnant only changed our timeline, not our commitment to be together. I want this. I am a little worried about why it has you so worked up.”
“I’ll get used to it, sis.” Being supportive was his job where his siblings were concerned. Maybe it was the finality of a wedding, or that he’d had his world upended last night by a relative stranger, or that he was on the cusp of making the biggest investment of his life and buying a ranch of his own. Nerves got to him like those last seconds before a bungee jump. Even though logic all but guaranteed things would work out, he had a nagging feeling there was a snag somewhere.
“Well, hurry up.” She squeezed his hands and released them. “I expect you to be smili
ng in all the pictures. Oh, and I need a favor.”
“Anything.” She checked her face in the mirror again, and he just managed not to laugh.
“I need you and the rest of our band of brothers to dance with Janny at the reception. You know, my friend from Anguilla. She left the rehearsal early last night and I want to make sure she has a good time.”
He nearly choked on his tongue but managed to cover by clearing his throat. He hoped.
“I know, you all hate to be set up and blah, blah, blah. It’s not a set up. She’s not looking to bag an Alaskan bad boy. She’s great, so great Harm’s friend, Falco, circles around her like a shark and she is so not interested. There are so many Hansen boys she’ll be busy all night and won’t have to deal with him.”
He knew he couldn’t say a word without Holly knowing something was up. He’d be sure to keep Janny away from this Falco character, as well as his brood of horny brothers. In fact, he’d do his level best to make sure she left the reception as early as possible, with him.
Nik knew he should be drawn to a woman for her mind, but the curves on Janny would make a priest do a double take. Settling his hands on those hips last night had been nothing short of perfection. He’d kept tabs on her since the reception began, hoping for an opening, but she kept close to her friends. When the dancing had begun, he’d made his way closer, only to see that Holly had also enrolled her new husband and father-in-law on her dance with Janny plan.
If it had been one of his own brothers, he would have cut in, but you couldn’t exactly edge out the people paying for the wedding and not seem like some kind of desperate ass. Maybe he was. He hadn’t had a full minute without thinking of her since he’d dropped her off. She’d even managed to star in his dreams, like some kind of highlight reel of the way they’d ruined that table.
There was something about the woman that was more than her sexy take on cocktails, the daring way she’d let him take her for a ride, or even how amazing it had felt to be inside of her. She was more. Of what he didn’t know, but he intended to find out. As soon as she stepped off the dance floor and headed toward the bar, his feet started toward her like they had a mind of their own. He lengthened his stride and made it there just in time to step behind her before one of his father’s deckhands got too close. The guy took the glare at face value and headed in the other direction.
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