by Brynn Paulin
Peripherally, she saw Sean slip behind David. A few moments later, his fingers dug into David’s hips as David leaned slightly forward and rested his arms on the tire walls to either side of Rayna. Patrick moved her back to make room for David to slide in and out of her mouth while Sean fucked him. David groaned deep in his chest as his lover took him, Sean’s thrusts propelling David along Rayna’s tongue.
A strange fuzzy feeling enveloped her at knowing the pair was letting her in on their relationship. And the two were so hot together, their bodies moving in tandem, it just got her all…hot.
Her cream rushed onto her thighs as her arousal flared out of control. She moaned, in need of filling as her empty passage clenched.
Patrick nudged her thighs wide, making her lean more heavily on the tires. Suddenly, a burst of air pulsed over her folds. She trembled both at the chill and the force of it over her tissues. Another powerful whoosh shot against her clit. Sweet lord, he was using the force air pump on her. A loud hissing heralded the air once more. This time was longer as he dragged it along the crease of her ass, the blast licking at her protected skin. She bucked against it. Over and over, he drew the finger of air over her, taunting her flesh, arousing her with the shock of it.
Turning her head slightly—for she couldn’t move much with the cock pistoning into her mouth—she saw Jamie still leaning on the car. His pants were open and he stroked his hand up and down his cock as he watched.
“Trick,” he rasped. “Fuck her.”
Immediately, the air nozzle clattered to the cement ground. Patrick drove deep into her, one hand grasping her thigh, the other flat on the small of her back. And Rayna was lost. A wide cock at either end, someone watching, her body trapped and immobile for all intents. Her pussy flooded, gushing around Patrick and trickling onto her legs as she shook. Her vision grew dim as spasm twisted through her.
“I’m coming,” David groaned, warning her a moment before his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed convulsively taking all she could. His forearm muscles bulged as he held himself over her while his lover continued thrusting.
Sean let up for a moment and moved so David leaned over her from the side, still using the tires for support. She watched David’s body move, her own jerking at the same pace as Sean and Patrick found the same rhythm. David kissed her back, nipping at her shoulder blades.
“Jamie…” she gasped. “Please…”
He paused and their eyes met. Slowly, he made his way toward them. Awkwardly, he knelt where David had been. “Don’t laugh if I can’t get up,” he chuckled ruefully.
“Never. Jamie…never.” Her hand snaked forward and hooked into his waistband. She licked up his shaft then took the generous head between her lips, suckling at his salty pre-cum. She hummed her pleasure as she took him further.
Her fingers clenched, and her whole body tightened as Patrick shoved relentlessly into her cunt and drove her toward another release, larger than the last. It roiled, twisting and gaining power like a cyclone ready to rip her apart, to rip away all the things she thought she knew about relationships.
Her lips tightened on Jamie, determined to take him with her when she cascaded into her orgasm.
“Oh God, Rayna,” he gasped, and she let go of her control. His moan sent her over the edge, squeezing Patrick, bucking wildly, clutching David’s cock, taking every bit of Jamie’s cum. For one blinding moment, she flew out of control. Her whole world spun and skyrocketed.
Breathless, she fell to earth. Her body collapsed against the tires; her mind plummeted to the nether regions of consciousness, barely functioning for the pleasure still vibrating through her.
“Damn…” Patrick swore. He, David and Sean all climbed unsteadily to their feet the Patrick went to dispose of his condom while the other two dressed. She moved to sit on the edge of the tires in front of Jamie, her legs on either side of his hips. Languidly, she kissed him.
“My mouth,” he murmured.
“Mmm…” she murmured. Her arm looped behind his neck. “I sure like yours.”
Groaning, she pushed against him. The cotton of his shirt rasped against her nipples and his cock grew hard against her pussy. She leaned back and supported herself on her arms, opening herself and presenting everything to him.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Jamie didn’t wait. Immediately, he slid deep. His shaft was wider than Patrick’s and forced open her tense channel. Her head dropped back as she cried out for him. She couldn’t get enough. And even as pleasure pierced her deep to her core, fear trembled within her. She could fuck a dozen men, and she’d never be filled until Jamie took her. She’d never be fully complete until Jamie thrust her into her climax. A part of her would always be empty without—
No! How could that be?
Soul mate… her mind whispered as she arched against him, her release taking them both into oblivion once more. Their orgasm dampened the tires and wet her quivering thighs.
Breathing heavily, she stared up into Jamie’s green eyes.
She’d heard of soul mates, always scoffed at it as unreal. Was this her fanciful mind playing with her? Or was it something else? Hadn’t she been instantly and unreasonably attracted to him?
“Okay?” he asked.
“I think so.” She smiled. She couldn’t tell him all the odd thoughts racing through her.
He pulled her upright. Shifting, she stood as Patrick came up beside them. As if it were nothing, he helped Jamie to his feet, smacked him on the back in the way guys did then walked away.
Jamie refused to look at her as he closed his pants. Afterward, he glanced around the garage, stared at the ceiling, rubbed a spot of dirt off the hood of her car.
“Jamie…” she whispered. She moved behind him. Her arms slid around his waist and her cheek pressed to his back. “I said never. I meant it.”
He turned to regard her. One side of his mouth drew back. “Sometimes it’s a kick in the teeth to be reminded that I’m not the man I was.”
“You’re enough man for any woman,” she replied. Her hand trailed along his scarred cheek then her lips feathered over his. “And any woman who doesn’t think so isn’t good enough for you.”
Chapter Five
“These are beautiful,” Rayna said, considering a set of pictures that hung on the living room wall. She and Jamie were alone. To her surprise, the other three men had retired shortly after dinner. Jamie had laughed at her. They’re not sex fiends, he’d said. You’re enough to wipe out any man.
The two of them had settled on the couch to watch a chick flick, though they’d kissed more than watched. As he’d put away the DVD, she’d wandered to the pictures on the back wall. Though he was across the room and didn’t look, Jamie knew which ones she spoke of. Candid family photos back dropped by the Rocky Mountains.
“I took those a few years ago,” he told her. “A family vacation.”
“I recognize the four of you. Who are the other three men?”
“Declan, Miles and Conor, my brothers.”
“Good lord, there are five of you?” she murmured, taking in the resemblance no one could deny.
“Yeah. They’ve moved to the city though. More opportunities. More women.”
“With a population of nearly one hundred percent men, I can believe it. You know with a little PR this place could attract single women. Daly, the Mecca of Men.”
He snorted. “How would you do that?”
“It’s what I do. I’m a tourism researcher. I build plans for businesses and towns to attract people.”
Jamie nodded. “Could work in Daly, I guess. If you were here.”
He almost kicked himself when the words slipped out. The last thing he wanted to do was to push her. It was way too soon to know what either of them was feeling even if it had been instant and strong.
“Ready for bed?” he asked. She nodded and headed for the stairs. Jamie followed, enjoying the feminine sway of her rear as she moved. Watching her today with the other men had b
een exquisite torture. So hot. Yet he yearned to put his claim on her. To know he shared but in the end this woman was his.
At her doorway, she paused and turned to him. The others had gone to bed and wouldn’t be coming to her room tonight. Would she send him away?
“You’re coming in?” she asked.
“I’d like to. To hold you,” he added quickly. “I’m not sure your poor pussy could take any more today.”
“I think I can take a lot more than you suspect,” she laughed, pulling him into the room. She shut the door.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked. She walked toward the bed, getting undressed as she moved. He wanted to photograph the smooth line of her back. Earlier he’d been struck by fine movement of muscle in her abdomen. Would she let him capture her on film before she left here?
“Jamie?” she prompted.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure. Ask.”
“You were a million miles away,” she commented.
“Not so far. Just admiring you.”
A faint veil of rose crawled up her neck to her cheeks. She shook her head. “The golden tongue of the Irish.”
He raised a brow. “My tongue can do far more than that. Wanna see?”
“I could be convinced. So…I was wondering…does it bother you when I’m with your cousins and Patrick?”
“No,” he laughed. “It’s…stunning. So hot. And we seem…”
“Connected,” she offered.
Jamie nodded. “Connected. Knowing that’s there, knowing you’ll come to me after, that your mouth is mine, just makes it hotter. Someday, hopefully, I’ll marry. Sean and David won’t ever have a third. They’re content as they are, though they like the occasional woman. I’d always share with them. Knowing my wife was mine, but that they enjoyed her and she’d always be in bed with me afterward would just arouse me more.”
She sat on the bed. “So why don’t you join in?”
He settled beside her. “Three perfect men then me. Would I even have a shot?”
“They’re not perfect. And for the record…” She kissed his chin then his mouth. Her tongue slipped over his lips. “First shot.”
She straddled him, taking his mouth fully and pushing him backward onto the mattress. She flattened over him. “I’m not a nympho, by the way. I didn’t have sex for eight months before coming here, and before that, it was pretty infrequent even though I was engaged. And before Antonio, it was a few years.”
“I didn’t think you were. You’re eager but not all over us all the time. And you blush too prettily.” On cue, the flush in her cheeks grew deeper. He nipped at her bottom lip. “Antonio…that’s the asshole? The guy who hit you?”
“Yeah.”
He turned her so they were on their sides and he could cuddle her against his chest. He closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of her head, surprised by the strength of the anger that surged through him. Antonio had better not show up in Daly.
“No one will hurt you here,” Jamie promised.
He had a feeling the one most in danger of being hurt here was him. He was falling. Hard and fast.
* * * *
The sun streamed through the window with insidious force as Rayna tried to stay deep in the fuzzy folds of sleep. Waking slowly, she stretched. Jamie’s strong arms curled around her and his powerful body pressed to her back. She smiled at the feel of his naked thighs against hers as she stretched. Finally… Finally, he had enough confidence in her to take off his pants.
Turning in his embrace, she kissed his chest and twined her leg through his—
Wait…
She froze then cautiously moved her foot where his left foot should be. So that was it. Would he be horrified that she’d woken before him and discovered what he’d kept secret. Tilting her head, she looked into his face. Jamie stared down at her. Wide awake. Waiting.
“You didn’t want to show me?” she asked.
“Freaks some people out.”
“Oh Jamie…” she sighed, pained by what he’d gone through and the demons he must still fight. “Not me. It doesn’t freak me out. Not that, not the scars.” Truth be told, the only thing that freaked her out was the realization she was starting to fall in love with this man. She’d never believed in love at first sight—and she didn’t want it either. She couldn’t stay here. She had plans in Oregon. What plans, Ray? Sitting on your grandmother’s couch looking at want ads? And now, sitting on your grandmother’s couch and thinking of Jamie?
She shushed her inner voice and pressed to him again, running her foot along his good leg. The best way to show him this wouldn’t stop her affections seemed to be showing him she still wanted him.
“The prosthetic gets uncomfortable. I must have taken it off in the middle of the night while I was still mostly asleep. I wouldn’t have if I’d been awake. Not here—”
“Were you intending to hide this the entire time?”
He met her question with silence, and she knew that must have been his plan. She let out an irritated breath.
“I know we haven’t known each other long,” she told him, “but everything… everything seems to be in fast forward with us. I guess unbridled sex will do that. And, well, after the intimacies we’ve shared, the connection we both feel, it hurts that you don’t trust me.”
“Rayna…”
“Haven’t I proved over and over that your scars don’t change my attraction to you? I can’t say it doesn’t matter. Of course, it matters! That bomb hurt you. It’s something you have to live with. But it doesn’t make you less of a man. And it doesn’t make me want you less. In fact,” she said, kissing his shoulder, “my need for you just seems to be growing.”
He pushed her onto her back and rolled over her. His knees worked between hers. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Until about a year ago…leading a somewhat boring existence a thousand miles away.” Her fingers outlined his face, tracing his strong lips and cheekbones. Even with the scars partially marring the left side of his countenance, he was a stunning man. Drool-worthy her friend, Kelsey, would say. The injury just managed to make him appear dangerous. A man with a dark history. “Tell me what you’re not showing me,” she said.
“My leg was more badly damaged than the rest of me. I lost part below the knee.”
She nodded. “And now I’m supposed to go running in fear? Revulsion?”
His thighs tightened against hers. “Lord, I hope not. But I don’t want pity.”
“Hmm…well, pity’s a tough thing, isn’t it? Would I be a decent human if I didn’t feel bad that this has happened to you? Not really. Just be satisfied that it doesn’t change how I react to you. If you were as whole as everyone else or any more gorgeous, I’d treat you the same.”
“Any more gorgeous?” he laughed.
“Oh shush. You’re a good looking man and you know it. Haven’t you heard? Women find scars dashing.” She shifted, rubbing her pelvis against his. His position had pressed his rigid arousal against her vagina and she wanted him now. Geez, she was slick enough he certainly couldn’t miss it as she undulated. Could he? “And…” she breathed. “I, um, think I’ve adequately recovered from yesterday, Dr. Jamie. Do you think maybe you could make love to me…make me scream?”
He regarded her for a long moment, and she wondered if he was trying to see inside her head. “Scream?” he finally replied. “We might wake up the others.”
“They can watch if they’d like.” She shrugged, her folds immediately wetter at the prospect. Where had this part of her been hiding all her life? She’d never imagined being with more than one man or having sex with anyone she barely knew or letting someone watch her.
“Mmm, but I want you all to myself this morning.”
“Then have me. Just please, please fuck me.” Heat rushed into her face and she looked away. Where had this woman come from?
Jamie kissed along her jaw to her ear as she trembled beneath him. “You blush so nicely,” he teased. “Don’t be emb
arrassed. I like that you want me. I like that you want me more than anyone else.”
“You can tell?”
“I can tell. So can they. Patrick’s rather pleased. Fancies himself quite the matchmaker.” He nipped at her shoulder then his mouth travelled over her collarbone and down to her breast. His tongue lashed across her nipple, drawing a long moan. Heat flooded through her, and she arched into his mouth, wanting more pressure, wanting him to draw her deep. Sweet tension knotted inside her as her nipples drew tight, the areolas crinkling from the warmth of his tongue and the cool of the room.
She ran her hands over his back as she shifted restlessly beneath him. He was having nothing of it. His mouth worked over her breast, nipping and pulling at the tip until she was crying out mindlessly.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, moving to the other nipple. “I bet I could make you come just by doing this to your breasts.”
His tongue traced the tan circle of skin and occasionally flicked out to swipe over the tip. He twisted the bud he’d just left, drawing out a needy gasp. Lava seemed to burn through her. It pooled in her cunt, waiting to incinerate them both. His teeth caught the peak he worked, and she shattered, screaming his name.
Then he was there, driving forcefully into her, parting the folds that clenched from the cataclysm he’d wrought on her. He didn’t allow a moment’s reprieve as he pistoned in and out of her. Her body clutched at him, and she tumbled headlong into a second more powerful orgasm.
“Jamie!” she screamed. Her pussy turned to liquid around him. She clung to him, her head thrown back on the pillow, and her eyes squeezed shut. One leg curled over his hip as the other locked around his leg. His hand grabbed her thigh while he propped himself up with the other, his cock ever driving. He pressed his face to her neck.
Clinging together, they rocketed up another precipice.
“God, Rayna, you’re so tight around me.”
“Fuck me harder, Jamie. I want to feel you in me all day.”