Wild Hearts

by Vivian Wood

  The pastel morning light had started to pour into the tent. Alex opened his eyes and saw that neither of them had bothered to close the opening.

  Faith let out a sigh in her sleep. As he turned toward her, he drew in a breath. She was covered in little bruises, marks of their long night together. When he reached out an arm toward her, he felt stings down his back. Her scratch marks. They must have scattered from his shoulder to the small of his back.

  This, right here, is why enough is enough. That brooding possessiveness that had overpowered him last night, the dominance. It was exactly why they couldn’t be.

  But now? Now feelings had started to take hold of him. She was an obsession, an addiction. Or maybe just old-fashioned infatuation, he told himself. No. It is more than that. He knew better, knew himself better.

  There was no escaping what he’d felt last night. Alex pressed the heels of his hands into his closed eyes until the pressure created patterns of light. I can’t believe I said that.

  He could have kicked himself for what he’d blurted out. Faith had looked surprised, shocked, but maybe she’d written it off as the heat of the moment. Or maybe she hadn’t heard him, right? No, of course she had. And it wasn’t a coincidence that she didn’t say it back.

  Alex had tucked that mishap away and kept his feelings to himself while they’d fucked all night and into the early morning. Now, as he felt busted and worn out, he finally had time to mull everything over. Alex turned onto his side, aware of the stings that peppered his back, and scrutinized her.

  Even with the marks, his marks, all over her body, she was perfect. The kind of beautiful that hurt to look at. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt something like this.

  Rebecca. He’d felt this way once about Rebecca. Not that she’d been anywhere near as exquisite as Faith, but she’d been his first. Rebecca had been the first girl to ever really look twice at him. In the early days, as freshmen, she’d pursued him. It hadn’t just felt good, it had been easy. He just had to sit back and let things unfold as they would.

  However, as he watched Faith’s deep breathing, he felt the last of his ties to Rebecca slough away. Anything like this that he’d felt for his ex-wife was a shadow of the real thing. Like the last dregs he’d clung to for way too long. Maybe it had never really felt like this with Rebecca at all. Clearly, the early days with Rebecca really had been infatuation—and the thrill of something brand new. Who didn’t get crazy over their first?

  Alex slid his hand over Faith’s curves, from the softness of her shoulder to the steep inward slope of her waist. She murmured in her sleep, and her eyelashes fluttered. As he curled his hand around the curve of her ass, an incredible sense of possessiveness came over him. But what if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she, like Rebecca, likes to spread her love around?

  Alex sighed. What would he do if Faith ended up just like Rebecca? Worse, what if she just up and leaves one day? It would destroy him, he knew. Faith’s hand was spread palm up beside her face. He traced the lines of that softness, thinking how those small delicate hands cradled his entire heart. And they could crush it just as easily if she wanted.

  “Hmm,” Faith said as she started to stir. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she offered up a sleepy smile. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.

  “Mornin’, ma’am,” he said, which made her giggle.

  She tilted her head for a morning kiss, and he was happy to escape those treacherous thoughts for something that was easier. Natural. And it felt so goddamned good.

  His lips consumed hers. He could taste the salt from their bodies on her tongue. When Faith slipped her hands around him, he straightened. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “You’re Gonna have to give the back a break,” he whispered.

  She flushed. “Sorry,” she said.

  What does she have to be sorry for? With a little growl, he pounced on top of her and held her hands over her head. “Think I’ll just have to make sure you behave, ma’am,” he said into her ear. She faked a struggle, but as he worked his way down her naked body, he felt the resistance in her arms fade away.

  Alex lowered her bound hands to her chest as he made his way to her navel. “You Gonna be good?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said. Her breath caught in her throat as she widened her legs and pushed her wet mound against his chest.

  “Turn over,” he commanded as he raised himself to his knees.

  “What—”

  “Get on all fours.” Faith did as he told her, though she looked at him uncertainly from over her shoulder as she settled into position.

  It was a tight fit in the little two-person tent, but the forced closeness turned him on even more. He could see that already her juices had started to flow in anticipation.

  “On your forearms,” he instructed, and she lowered immediately. Her perfect round ass poked into the air, presented just for him.

  Alex took one of her cheeks in each hand and spread them apart with his thumbs. His cock ached, the tip slick with precum. How am I always ready to give her more?

  He slid a finger through her folds, always shocked at her heat and wetness. She let out a cry as he flicked across her clit, and let out a gasp of frustration as he moved across her opening without a dive into her.

  Finally, he came to her ass and circled her rim lightly. Her own intense wetness was the ideal limitless lubricant.

  He’d expected her to flinch, to move away or look back at him in worry. Instead, he heard her let out a moan while her head dropped onto her forearms.

  Alex leaned forward to kiss and nip lightly at one of her cheeks. He kept rimming her with his finger, the pressure firm and steady. As he kissed his way closer, her panting increased to the point her whole body shook.

  He worked his tongue along her rim and slipped two fingers inside her. Faith started to call out his name and pressed into him. “More,” she begged while she reached between her legs and started to rub her clit.

  He slid a third finger into her, incredulous at how wet she could get. Alex could tell she was getting close. He removed his fingers from her, though she let out a cry of frustration. Quickly, he reached around her to grab her wrist and force her hand from her clit. “Please,” she said, though she kept her hand at bay.

  Alex gave her rim one final flick of his tongue and a kiss. The hand that had been inside her dripped with her juices. He licked the excess from his forefinger, hardening even more at her flavor.

  On his knees, he towered over her. Alex leaned forward and traced one wet finger along her lush lips. “Taste yourself,” he demanded, and she greedily started to suck at his fingers.

  The feel of her lips, her tongue, on his hand was irresistible. He stroked himself, spreading the precum up his shaft. Alex slid into her with ease. Faith moaned heavily and sucked wildly at his fingers.

  He took hold of one of her shoulders to control the rhythm. His fingers slipped from her mouth, reached underneath her, and pinched a hard nipple. As he straightened up onto his knees, he grazed once again across her clit. It was swollen, incredibly large, and slick with her juices.

  “Play with yourself,” he told her as he grabbed her hips and started to fuck her faster. Faith reached for her clit and started to buck against him as her orgasm built. He could feel her fingertips against his length every time he slid out of her.

  Alex closed his eyes and listened to the wet slap of their bodies together. Her ass slammed into his torso, and a fresh flood of wetness poured out of her. Faith started to cry out his name. Each time he pounded into her, he held her there, deep inside her, for an extra beat.

  “I’m coming,” she said.

  He reached for her hair and wrapped it around his fist. With a smooth, hard motion, he pulled. Faith let out a yelp as her head snapped back. She rose up to her palms.

  “You want to come?” he asked. He bore into her slower, deeper.

  “Yes,” she said, nearly out of breath. “Please, I’m so close.�
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  “You’re going to come all over my cock?” He twisted her hair even tighter and leaned back to bring her with him. Faith sat on his lap. The sweat of their bodies glued her back to his chest. He released her hair and wrapped an arm around her chest to pull at her nipples. His other hand brushed her hand from her clit. Alex lightly flicked at her swollen center.

  Faith’s entire body shook. She tried to ride his cock harder, faster, to press herself more firmly against the finger that teased her clit. “I want to,” she said.

  “You want to what?” he asked. Alex pulled at one of her nipples.

  “I want to come on your cock,” she whispered. Faith turned her face to the side to search for his lips.

  He obliged and kissed her deeply while his length pressed against her G-spot. “Are you going to?” he asked between kisses. He slightly released his grip on her, and Faith hungrily started to ride him. She glided along his stiffness and he felt her breasts start to bounce in his hand.

  “Yes,” she said. “Fuck, yes.”

  “Say it,” he said. Alex’s finger pressed firmly on her clit.

  “I’m going to come on your cock,” she said.

  He worked her clit harder and delighted in the cries she let out into his mouth, all in between their kisses. “Louder,” he said.

  “I’m, fuck.” Faith panted. He squeezed a nipple. “I’m coming,” she cried out loudly. “Alex, fuck!” she shouted. “Fuck me! I’m coming on your cock.”

  He felt her orgasm, unbelievably powerful, and willed himself not to let go inside her.

  Not yet, he told himself. Faith mewled and shook violently. He felt her wetness pour down his thighs. Inside her, he couldn’t believe how hard he was. “You didn’t . . . you didn’t come,” she said, exasperated. Or disappointed.

  “Not yet,” he said and kissed her deeply. He was still inside her, and she didn’t make any movements to leave.

  “Why not?” she asked.

  “You didn’t tell me where you wanted me to,” he said.

  “Alex!” she said. “Come on.”

  “Where?” he asked. “Where do you want me to come?”

  She bit her lip and searched his eyes. “I want to taste you,” she said finally.

  As she dismounted, he could see how shaky and weak her legs were. She turned to face him. “Oh my God,” she said when she looked down at him. “It’s so wet.”

  “That’s all you,” he said. She smiled up at him as he pulled her hair into a ponytail in his fist. “You wanna tell me how you taste?”

  She took his tip into her mouth. “Mmm,” she said.

  “Well?” he asked.

  “Good,” she said as she released him from her lips. “But I think you’ll taste sweeter.”

  Faith gripped his base and began to take him into her mouth. He gasped as she took him inch by inch to the back of her mouth. She released her grip and he felt his tip slide into her throat.

  “Jesus,” he said.

  For a moment, she held him there while her tongue pressed and explored his shaft. It took all his willpower not to fuck her face, but he resisted. She looked up at him, and he twisted her hair around his fist tighter.

  Slowly, Faith released him. He felt the tip of her tongue flick across his tip and glide down his length. With her in control like this, her teases and licks, she brought him immediately to the edge of orgasm.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” he said lowly. Alex pushed a stray lock of hair away from her cheek.

  “Ma’am,” she said, and smiled up at him while she stroked his cock with her hand.

  “Huh?”

  “You’re supposed to say, ‘You’re going to make me come, ma’am,’” she corrected. Before he could respond, she took his length back in her mouth and all the way down her throat.

  “Jesus,” he choked.

  She reached up and pressed his hand against the back of her head—gave permission.

  As he cradled her head in his hand and started to fuck her face, he glanced down and saw that she once again played with herself while she got him off.

  He felt the tightening and gritted his teeth. “You’re gonna make me come, ma’am,” he said, though he could barely get the words out before he released himself to the back of her throat.

  Chapter 30

  Faith

  Faith rolled onto her back with a cry, fresh off an orgasm. She’d lost track of how many times they’d fucked and had long stopped caring about the streaks of white stains that covered Alex’s and Caleb’s sleeping bags.

  Her body was sore, overworked and absolutely covered in Alex’s marks. By now, the sun had set again. They’d spent the entire day exploring each other’s bodies and trading orgasms. Most were simultaneous. She couldn’t help it. Every time he came inside her, it made her come again, too.

  Even with the tent’s opening unzipped, the heat from the day had turned their little fuck nest into a hot pot. The night breezes hadn’t started yet.

  Alex reached for her, and she trembled. She was almost to the point of telling him, “My God, no more,” but couldn’t. Her body craved him, and it was insatiable.

  But instead of going for another round, Alex simply traced her rib cage lazily. It is the great kind of sore, she told herself. Faith propped herself up on Alex’s fleece and gazed down at her body. There was barely any part of her that wasn’t covered in bite marks or bruises, and she loved it. Alex’s entire torso was covered in tiny scratch marks, bruises, and her bite marks.

  “I like this,” she said.

  “Like what?” he asked, though he didn’t open his eyes. One of his forearms was splayed across his face.

  “This,” she said. “Being marked by you.”

  “I like it, too,” he said with a grin. “Though we might have some explainin’ to do when we get back, ma’am.”

  She giggled. “I have a feeling we’ll be okay.”

  “How come?”

  She shrugged. “I think maybe we weren’t as covert as we thought.”

  “You mean Mama? Hell, she always knows everything.”

  Faith was lightheaded just looking at Alex. This amazing man, with his incredible smile that could light up an entire island. Even as she was, feeling pleasurably exhausted from hours in bed with him, she was filled with lust whenever he smiled at her. Not just lust, she told herself. Gratitude. She was grateful that he’d chosen her, that she’d been filled to the brim with him.

  Still, she couldn’t help but mull over what he’d said. Does he really love me? Of course, it had been said in the middle of sex. That could certainly make it null and void, right? She didn’t know. Faith wove her fingers through his hair and felt a spark rush through her as one of his fingers grazed her thigh, dangerously close to her mound.

  She wanted to ask him if he’d meant it. Maybe he doesn’t even realize he said it, she cautioned herself. But if he did? Did he mean it? She looked down at him. Alex didn’t seem like the type of guy who would just say things like that carelessly.

  And what if he did mean it? Where does that leave me? The idea of actually being in love with him felt absurd. They’d only known each other a few weeks! But then again, what did time have to do with anything? She’d dated some men exclusively for months and never felt anything close to love. Who says there has to be a time frame we all stick to?

  No, she told herself. I can’t possibly love Alex. Lust, sure. Maybe I’m even on the road to love—if I had the luxury of time. Time. That was the real bitch. Soon enough, she’d have to go back to San Francisco. Taking the summer off was a big enough risk, but there was no way she could extend her vacation into autumn.

  But the thought of going back to the West Coast without Alex? That hurt. That incredible physically painful kind of hurt. Jesus. What the hell is up with me?

  Faith had no idea how to broach the subject with Alex. If she did it back at the inn, when he’d had time to strap on that “who gives a shit” attitude again, he’d just brush it off. If I really wan
t to talk about it with him, do it now.

  She opened her mouth, but the words didn’t come. What could she say, or ask, anyway? Come to California with me? That was childish, selfish, and stupid. But what if I don’t even try?

  “Alex—”

  “Shh,” he said harshly and put a finger to his lips.

  She wrinkled her brow, but then she heard it, too. There was a rustle in the distance. Christ, get it together! she thought. We’re here on a stakeout. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of being completely naked in broad daylight. They could clearly see the end of the trail from their position in the open tent.

  Faith wanted to search for her clothes, but they were nowhere in sight. When she even lifted herself onto her elbows, pain from their hours of sex seared her body. I’m a fucking idiot.

  “We need to get dressed,” Alex said quietly. The unusual sound had stopped.

  Maybe it’s a bear, Faith thought. The idea was ridiculous—what kind of bear would be on this tiny island? And since when did anybody hope for a bear, anyway?

  Alex miraculously had some jersey shorts in hand and pulled them up. He tossed her bikini bottom at her. “Where are the rest of your clothes?” he hissed.

  She pointed, wordlessly, outside and pulled on the fleece. It made the heat immediately worse, but what other option did she have?

  “Jesus,” he said and started to crawl toward the opening. He looked both ways and exited the tent. One minute later, he’d tossed her backpack full of clothes inside. “Get dressed,” he said. “Fast.”

  She saw him swap the shorts for jeans outside the tent, and a wave of embarrassment came over her. As Faith dug through the backpack for shorts and a tank top, she knew the moment to talk about the future had passed. I had, what, like eighteen hours to talk about that? Just couldn’t pass up another orgasm, though, could I?

  “Ready?” Alex asked as he popped his head into the tent.

  She nodded and followed him outside to lace up her hiking boots. “Fuck,” she muttered as she struggled with the laces.

  “Shh,” Alex whispered from the cliff’s edge. “Come here.”

  She rolled her eyes at him but made her way beside him. “Oh my God,” she said quietly.