“Brianna, come back to me.” She looked up and found him kneeling above her, another knowing smile on his face. “This is our time.” He was right, it was their time. She’d only just met this man, but she knew him. This intimacy was meant to be. He slowly pulled her panties down and off her body, then began stroking her tattoo.
“This is Celtic, a variation of the Tree of Life. This fits you, Angel.” Just one more thing, one more layer that spoke to the rightness of this moment, nobody had realized the significance of this symbol. Then he was separating her legs, and she realized that she had closed herself to him, but he didn’t seem to mind, softly cajoling her invitation. She relaxed, and welcomed his hands, his fingers. Soon she felt him at the smooth lips of her sex parting those as well. Brianna couldn’t seem to breathe. It wasn’t panic, but it was just that moment where he was looking at her.
“So beautiful.” Whoosh, she could finally take in a lungful of air. She watched as a streamer of dawn’s light highlighted his fingers as they brought her body’s shiny essence to his lips. “You even taste beautiful.” He positioned his cock at her entrance and he began the journey into her wet depths. The curve of his shaft rasped against a magical spot within.
“Zac.” No slow gentle smile this time. A wicked, knowing smile slashed across his face as he thrust ever deeper. Then he paused and she wrapped her legs around his lean hips, and pulled him closer, but it was no use. He pulled back, and then once again he stroked against that spot, that divine spot that had her jerking and gasping in pleasure.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you, Angel?” She did, she definitely did, but she needed more.
“In. I need all of you Zac,” she pleaded. He was denying her, and she wasn’t having it!
He changed direction, and started moving forward again, rubbing that spot as he finally filled her, until he finally pressed gently against her cervix. So good, she needed even more. Finally she was realizing she liked the raw sensations, they spiked up her pleasure, and he wasn’t giving her everything that she craved.
“No holding back.” He gave her a quizzical look, and then pulled out and pushed in harder and she moaned.
“Again.” He thrust in again.
“Harder.” He thrust in harder.
“Deeper.” He thrust in deeper. And finally she moaned in delight. “Oh yes…” she hissed. “Please, Zac, oh please, Zac.”
* * * *
Never in his life had any woman been able to take all of him. Since the beginning he never even realized he had been holding back, but he had been, and now that he wasn’t he was worried. But looking down at his Brianna, he saw nothing but her pleasure. He could feel each time that he bottomed out in her welcoming depths, he saw the wince, but then he would see almost a simultaneous smile of satisfaction.
“Angel?” He had to be sure.
“Zac, I’m so close.” He pulled out, twisting so the tip of his cock rubbed against her G-Spot, and she let go of his hips, and slammed her feet against the mattress and slammed her hips against him so hard that he almost hurt. Then she let loose a scream that roused a bark out of Chaos, and shot Zac over the edge. He shot his cum so deep inside of her. Had the condom broken? He felt like he was naked inside of her, he was so enveloped by Brianna’s pussy. He jerked out of her lush hold.
“Zac?” She merely sighed his name, thank the Lord. He looked down and saw that everything was intact, everything but his heart, mind and body. He pushed up and made his way to the bathroom on shaky legs, and splashed water on his face. He brought out cool cloths and towels, pausing just a moment to push the drapes open even further. He knelt over her on the bed and started the soothing task of sponging the perspiration from Anna’s translucent flesh. As soon as he started she immediately roused.
“No, let me just take a shower.” Her speech was slightly slurred, and he could tell she was still drained from their lovemaking, but she was coming around quickly. It was obvious she did not like being administered to.
“I like taking care of you.” He continued to wipe the cloth down her neck to her collarbone. She was finely made. It was amazing that she was the first woman that he had ever been able to freely indulge with sexually. Which was why she was not getting out of his bed until he examined every inch of her and made absolute sure she was okay.
“Seriously, Zac, let me up.” He heard the note of panic in her voice. This was more than just having a new lover ministering to her, this was a bone-deep aversion to having someone take care of her. Why was that? How could he get past that barrier? As much as she didn’t want him to take care of her, he had to see to her health and wellbeing at this moment in time.
“Brianna.” She looked up, startled. “I’ve never been so out of control with a woman in my life.” He licked his suddenly dry lips. Green eyes stared up at him.
“You know that was wanted.” Her eyes looked away toward the window, seemingly entranced by the sunrise. Quietly, she said, “It was what I seemed to need.” He couldn’t stand her look of self-reproach. In that moment, he realized that to help her, he would have to get rid of his own feelings of guilt. He tilted her chin so she was looking back at him.
“What we enjoy is between us, Angel. I have never enjoyed a woman more. I knew I was attracted to your spirit, and now I know that I am addicted to your body and its responses. You might never be allowed to leave this bed.” She giggled up at him, and he felt a knot of worry dissolve.
“Now let me up,” she said, pushing against him.
“Did you not hear me, wench? You are not leaving this bed,” he said in his best lord-of-the-manor tone. As she opened her mouth to protest, he said, “Please, Angel, let me care for you. I need this.” She gave him a long look, and must have seen something in his expression because she leaned back onto the pillows.
It was a pleasure to care for her. He trailed the soft cloth along her silky skin, wending a path toward her hips where he knew his hands had left bruises. He found the telltale red mark of his thumb print on either side of her hips. He wanted to roll her over, and see his fingerprints on her ass, but first he needed to look between her legs. As he gave his thumbprint one last stroke she stayed his hand.
“I’m fine, Zac. In fact, I’m more than fine. I’m wonderful.” He continued to look at the mark, measuring it against his thumb. Her hand stroked his beard.
“Look at me, Zac.” Like earlier, he couldn’t deny her, so he looked up. “I begged you, Zac. I begged you not to hold back, and you didn’t. You gave me something precious.”
“Brianna—”
“Was it raw? Was it out of control? Did I love every fucking second of it? Yes. Yes. And yes again. So much, Zac. I need you again. Already my body is crying for yours.” She lifted up, and reached for him, and he felt himself hardening.
“Angel, let me finish, I just want to care for you a while longer, it means so much to me.” He breathed a sigh of relief as she acquiesced. He picked up a fresh cloth and skimmed it over her belly, and then over the bare skin of her mound.
“Spread your legs for me, Brianna.”
“I do hurt, Zac. But it hurts good. You don’t have to be worried.”
“Spread your legs. Now.” A cold sweat broke out over his entire body. She did, and in the morning light, he could easily see her swollen flesh. He pressed the cool cloth against her, unsurprised to see her face relax into an easier smile. “That’s better than hurting good, now isn’t it?”
“Just having your attention feels good. Zac, I’ve been telling you I’ve needed you, you’re not listening.” She canted her hips upward, and he could once again smell her arousal. He moved the cloth, and looked down. The folds of her sex were red and swollen. He traced his thumb down her splayed labia and she hissed. He pulled away and looked up.
“Brianna?” Her eyes were heavily lidded. He looked carefully, and she was flushed with passion, with need.
“Zachary?”
He looked down again and saw that the puffy folds of her cunt were glisteni
ng, but not from the wet fabric, rather a reawakening of passion. He couldn’t resist. Before, he had been in too much of a hurry to really savor her. He set aside the cloth, and leaned forward. He dipped in and parted her wider and took an unhurried lick, relishing the tangy sweet flavor of this complex and compelling woman. She pushed down to get closer, and he had to curb his instinct to hold her in place. He didn’t want to do anything else that might mar the beauty of her luminous skin.
He took another long lick. Heaven. She pushed closer. “Brianna, stop.” He didn’t bother looking up. She froze in place, and he pushed her legs wider with his shoulders, making himself comfortable. Just looking at her, smelling her, and tasting her was amazing. But the knowledge that he was causing the keening sounds currently coming from her throat made him high. Zac thrust his tongue deep into her channel drawing forth her honey, he was greedy, he thought he was past greed, but not where this woman was concerned.
“Zzzz—” It came out as a whine and he smiled into her cunt, loving the fact that she couldn’t even say his name. “Zac, please, my clit,” she finally begged. He would never be able to deny her. He thrust two fingers inside her, amazed at how snug she was. He watched her, shoving in and out, swirling round and round until he found a rhythm that had her thrashing her head against the pillow, and then he put his lips around her clit and sucked. She screamed. He smiled.
Chapter 13
“I don’t give a fuck what the paperwork says, George, you do not fucking release that bike!” Charlie threw his cell phone onto the passenger seat of his car and hit his steering wheel. He really didn’t want to be touching his cell phone anyway. It was the thing that held that damn text. The text from hell. Scratch that, the text from Brianna that made no fucking sense whatsoever. She was going to leave? Not a it’s-me-not-you, I’m-dumping-you text. Nope, this was an I’m-leaving-the-state text.
Within minutes after that that text, Joshua was on the phone, venting his displeasure. But then Olivia had pulled the phone away from him and demanded to know what he had done to cause her baby sister to feel the need to leave her family. It had taken him twenty minutes to talk Olivia off the ledge and promise that he would fix it. Whatever “this” was. Damn it, he knew it was the damn vet. Amy had told him that on one of her patrols she had seen the truck that Brianna had been driving outside the vet’s clinic at 1am.
Amy didn’t know anything was going on between Charlie and Brianna, she wasn’t being malicious, just sharing a little small town gossip. But fuck, it’d hurt. So here he was outside the bakery doing recon. The lights were off in the apartment above the shop, and he didn’t see Sam’s truck that she had been driving. George had said she hadn’t shown up for her motorcycle yet. But Charlie knew it was just a matter of time. What a mess.
Fine, she’d slept with the vet. She felt guilty, knowing Brianna she was swirling around in a sewer of guilt, and she shouldn’t be. They could talk it out, she didn’t need to leave town. Hell, this three month thing that she had been spewing from the get go had always struck him as a load of crap. What the hell was that about? And why hadn’t he bothered to scratch that surface? Because all he could think about was getting her into his arms, his bed. He was an ass. But if he was an ass, then the vet was an asshole.
Chapter 14
It was taking longer than he wanted to get to Brianna’s apartment. Sam had kept him on the phone too long. Sam had always struck him as somebody calm and laid-back, but he certainly had a full head of steam when he had called. He was holding Zac fully accountable for his sister leaving town. Sam also had a foul mouth when he was angry. Zac hadn’t been aware that Brianna had quit her job in Dallas and moved out of her apartment. He knew that all of her family wanted her to stay in Fate Harbor, that much had been obvious when they had descended on her at his house that first morning.
He had wished he had had a little bit more time to assimilate the text he had received from Brianna before he had gotten the angry call from Sam. Her text had been short and to the point. She was leaving town, and wished him well. She couldn’t see him before she left. It was as he was getting into his truck to go her apartment that Sam had called. So here he was pulling up to her place, an hour after receiving her text, when he could have been here thirty minutes ago. Bloody hell!
He pulled in next to a restored 1965 Mustang, immediately got out of the car, and headed toward the stairs to her apartment.
“Carmichael. She’s not there.” Zac spun around and saw the sheriff of Fate Harbor running his hand across his short cropped hair. The man did not look in a good mood.
“Hell. She contacted you as well, then.”
“What the fuck did you do?” The man was used to intimidating people. He was clearly angry and frustrated. Well so was he, but picking a fight wasn’t going to do either of them a bit of good.
“My best guess is that we both got too close, and she’s running.” Zac used the same tone of voice he would with a hurt and aggressive animal. The sheriff raised an eyebrow. He realized he was being handled.
“So she was okay when she left your place?”
“Actually I followed her back here. She was skittish, but I thought we worked through it. I knew that she was having some issues with the fact that she was involved with the two of us. I didn’t put any pressure on her.”
“You didn’t?” His voice was clearly skeptical.
“Look, sheriff. Brianna is complicated. She needs time and care, she doesn’t need demands placed on her. You realize that, don’t you?” By the looks of the man’s face, Zac could see that he wasn’t on the same page.
“Charlie, call me Charlie.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, Zac, I can’t be all Zen about this. I realize that Brianna and I aren’t exclusive. She’s entitled to have relations with whomever she wants. But I intend to do everything in my power to ensure she chooses me.” The last was said with a glare. Zac held back an urge to laugh. Charlie had obviously not taken the time to really understand the woman he was dealing with.
“I think the point is moot…Charlie. Our girl has flown the coop, as it were. I would say that was her prerogative as well, except is obviously a bad decision for her. She came here to be with her family. She desperately needed this time with them, and I think her internal conflict over the two of us is causing her to leave, and that’s something I cannot condone.” He watched as Charlie processed what he had said. Finally the man nodded.
“You’re right. I’ve been worried about her since the first moment I met her, not that she isn’t a kick-ass woman, because she is. But, she needs the support of her family. She came here empty-handed, or damn near. She let it slip that she had all of her things shipped to San Clemente, California before she left Dallas.”
“What’s waiting for her in San Clemente?” According to Sam, Brianna had no real friends, and her dad was dead and her birth mother was out of the picture. Fate Harbor seemed like the perfect place for her, but then again there had never been any real reason for her to have stayed in Dallas either.
“Nothing, according to Olivia, and trust me I got an earful tonight.” Charlie scowled at Zac as if it was his fault. Again, he reminded him of one of Emily’s larger patients who was in pain, who was just looking for someone to take it out on. Too bad she only worked on livestock, because he could really picture Charlie as a bear.
“So what’s Olivia take on all of this?”
“That either you or I fucked up. She thinks it’s me, because you’re sensitive,” he sneered. Zac couldn’t help it any longer, he laughed.
“Look, chap. Personally, I think it is me, that buggered this whole thing. She was happy with you. I knew she wanted me, but she was conflicted. I pushed her.”
“You selfish asshole!” Charlie took a step forward, stepping into Zac’s personal space. Again he could see how he handled his job in law enforcement, but Zac had played rugby back in England. If Charlie thought he could intimidate him, he had another think coming. Charlie Meade had nothing on pissed-of
f, drunken rugby players who had just lost a match. For that matter, he had nothing on pissed-off bulls who had to be castrated. Zac laughed again.
“Look, Brianna’s not here, we’ve got half of Fate Harbor ready to murder us. We need a plan, and we need it fast. I say we adjourn to McCann’s and figure something out.”
“Are you out of your mind? I don’t want to spend any time with you. You’re the asshole who pushed her into leaving!”
Lord deliver him from hotheads. “Have you not been listening? She was never going to stay. We just accelerated her exit. There is definitely something going on beneath the surface. You’re a cop, you must want to get to the bottom of this mystery. I, for one, am not going to let her go without a fight. Are you telling me you are?”
“Hell, no! I just don’t want to spend time with you trying to get to the bottom of this mystery,” Charlie said, mimicking him.
“And I say that it’s going to take both of us working together to get her to stay. Us working separately is a sure way to just get her to run faster. The only way to possibly get through her barrier is if she thinks we’re a united front. For God’s sake man, you live in the ménage capital of the Pacific Northwest. This can’t be a surprise that I’m suggesting it.” Zac watched the man who was inches away from him. He saw the light dawn.
“Fuck no.” Charlie backed three steps away from him. But this time the big man wasn’t nearly as emphatic as he had been. Interesting.
“Look, it’s been a rough couple of days, and this is the topper. I need a beer. I presume you do as well.” Charlie eyed him. “Charlie, I’m not suggesting anything between the two of us, I’m not into men. Are you?”
“Fuck no!”
“Good we have that cleared up. You sound a little homophobic.”
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