by Lane, Soraya
But Scott didn't give her a moment to relax, zipping the tent up behind them and pushing her down. She laughed until he pressed his body hard against hers- then she knew that she'd been as good as trapped by a predator, that there was no getting away from him now.
"This is your last chance to back out," he said, his voice deep and low in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Amanda's heart was racing, pulse thudding in her neck as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his breath against her skin. He pushed aside her hair, forcing it over the other shoulder as he continued to nuzzle, making her moan as he made love to the tender skin of her neck.
"So what do you say?" he whispered, on his knees behind her, slowly forcing her to turn around.
Amanda didn't say anything, because she didn't know what to say and she couldn't have uttered a word if she'd tried. Her eyes were on Scott's full lips, his tanned chest exposed from the buttons she'd opened. There was nothing to say. Because his dark, stormy gaze told her everything she needed to know, and she could tell him what she wanted with her touch, not her words.
She'd never been with a man like this before - where they hadn't actually been dating, in a relationship - and it made the whole experience even more exhilarating. Naughty.
Amanda reached for the first button that was still done up, taking her time to undo it, sucking her bottom lip under her teeth as she continued down, until she could see Scott's entire torso. She ran her hands over his taut muscles, smiling at his gasp, then pushed the shirt back over his shoulders, watching as he shrugged it off.
Amanda kept her hands on his skin when he reached for her chin and tilted her face up, their eyes meeting before he dipped his head to kiss her. It was slow for all of a second, before she was yanking at his belt and he was reaching around to unhook her bra, their lips never parting. She pulled back, realizing that suddenly she was bare, that Scott had managed to get her almost naked before she'd even unzipped his jeans.
"You," he said, grinning at her and trailing a finger down her breasts and across first one nipple and then the other, "have incredible breasts."
She laughed, but the compliment made her braver, made her less shy in Scott's intense gaze as he stared at her body. But her laughter turned to an animal-like moan when he tweaked a nipple, no longer gentle, before dropping his head and suckling the other. First he was soft, then his mouth was relentless. Amanda fisted one hand in his hair, the other grabbing him hard on the shoulder, digging her nails into his skin.
Scott pushed her back until she was lying beneath him, but his mouth never left her nipple, until he changed to the other, his tongue swirling gently across her tender skin before sucking hard.
"Scott!"
He raised his head, his expression wicked. "You don't like?"
"I like it too much," she managed to pant out. "Exquisite torture," she mumbled.
Scott looked down at her, his eyes still on her breasts. Then he reached back and pulled off her shoes, before unbuttoning her jeans and yanking them clean off her, leaving her in only her panties and nothing else. And given she'd chosen a black satin g-string that was as tiny as a postage stamp, she was starting to feel very, very naked. And Scott was looking very dressed still, even if he was bare-chested.
Amanda wriggled out from under Scott and knelt before him again, skimming her breasts against his chest so she could feel their skin connect.
"It's time to get your clothes off," she murmured.
He grunted, but when she glanced up she could see he was smiling, and she finished what she'd started, getting his jeans down over his hips and then letting him finish the task. He kicked off his boots and pulled off his jeans and then his socks, leaving him in only his boxers. Amanda smiled at his erection, seeing how hard he was for her, before letting her eyes rove back up his body until she finally reached his eyes.
"Like what you see?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
"I do," she whispered. "How about you?"
He laughed, and it was a deep noise that made her shiver, goose bumps covering her skin as he ran his palms slowly over her shoulders and down her arms.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her mouth, slowly this time, like they were in no hurry to take things to the next level.
Amanda complied as he pushed her back down onto the bed, his big body completely covering hers. He kept his full weight off her, but he was still heavy against her and she liked it. His mouth covered hers, too, his kisses making her gasp, the hardness of him against her thigh making her squirm to try to get it pressed where she wanted it.
Even as his kisses left her breathless, made her moan, she still managed to hook her fingers into his boxers and force them down, hands over his butt as she looped her legs around his torso and then pushed the fabric the rest of the way down.
Scott grunted and kicked them off, clearly impatient, but his haste turned slow when she reached for him, closing her palm around his erection and stroking up and down. She arched her body up so her breasts were against him, and his mouth closed down over one nipple as she continued to stroke him.
"Fuck!" he growled, pulling away from her.
"What?" she asked, basking in his reaction.
"Keep touching me like that and it'll be over before we've even started."
His eyes narrowed when she laughed at him, and he suddenly had her wrists in one of his big hands, caught above her head, his tongue trailing down between her breasts and to her stomach, making her squirm as he lowered her to her back.
"This'll teach you to laugh at me," he whispered against her skin, making her shudder as his wet kisses went even lower, until he reached the top of her panties.
He stopped for a second before taking the satin between his teeth and dragging it down. When he released her wrists she kept her arms raised, lost to the pleasure of his touch, writhing as he used his hands to guide her panties down her legs and off, before his lips trailed all the way back up the inside her thigh, pausing when they reached her most private parts. His breath was hot against her, his intention clear, and her body was humming as she waited for him to touch her.
Scott's tongue was gentle at first when he tasted her, so gentle that it was like the most delicate tickle against her. Then he increased the pressure until she moaned, until she was wriggling as much to press into him as to get away, alternating between wanting him to pleasure her so badly to almost not being able to bear the intensity of it.
"Scott," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his head, calling out his name as he pushed her so close to the edge.
He didn't stop and she didn't release her hold, until a spasm of pure pleasure made her shut her eyes, the wave of intensity holding her in its grip until she climaxed, sighing as Scott eventually took his mouth off her and placed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Scott reached for his jeans, keeping one hand on Amanda. She had her eyes shut, still lost in her own personal wave of pleasure, but he wasn't going to let her rest for long. Pleasuring her had been almost as enjoyable for him, knowing that what he'd done had pushed her to the brink like that, but now he wanted to indulge in his own fantasy. He still remembered how insanely attracted he'd been to her a decade ago, and that feeling had trebled in the past couple of days. Ever since he'd kissed her in her family's barn he'd thought of little else than stripping her naked, and now that he had, he wanted to be inside of her.
He reached into the pocket, plucked out a condom and ripped the packet open with his teeth. But just as he pulled it out, Amanda sat up, eyes lazy and sleepy looking, and took it from him. Scott sucked in a breath as she reached for him, pumping his length, making him so hard it was all he could do not to slam her down and thrust inside of her right then and there.
"I'm getting impatient," he managed through gritted teeth, glaring at her when she laughed.
But she did as he said, her hand slowing, releasing its grip, and instead carefully rolled the condom down over his length. The second
she looked up at him, once she was done, Scott pushed her back and knelt, before guiding her up and encouraging her to straddle him.
"You set the pace," he said, his mouth against her ear.
She looked at him, eyes no longer sleepy, before sitting on top of him properly, her mouth covering his as she carefully eased herself down. Fuck. Scott stayed still, let her move all the way down, settle herself on him, loving how wet she was for him, her muscles holding him tight as she slowly started to move up and down.
Scott tried to hold back, to truly let her set the pace like he'd told her she could, but he'd been patient long enough. He started to thrust, pushing hard into her as she wrapped her arms around him and dropped her head back so that her long hair was touching the ground, nipples facing him.
He suckled one, tried to keep his mind off what he wanted to do, but it was impossible. Scott pushed up on his knees with her legs still around him and moved until Amanda was beneath him, her legs closing tighter around his waist as he pumped into her.
"Hey!" she protested, still holding on to him tight.
Scott slowed. "Problem?"
"Yeah," she said, shutting her eyes and arching her back as he kept moving. "I want back on top."
Scott stopped when she gripped his shoulders and pushed him, frustrated but willing to play along. He let her put a hand to his chest and push him back, lying down and watching as she straddled him properly this time, lowering herself until he was inside her again.
"Fuck yes," he said, pleased she'd suggested the change in position, because now he could watched her ride him, see every inch of her body, touch every part of her as she took charge of their pace.
"You like this?" she whispered, tipping her head back, only this time her hair brushed his balls.
Scott groaned as she rode him harder, her body moving fast, and his was too. He couldn't just lie there and let her do all the work. He closed his hands over her breasts, loving how full and heavy they were, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples as she started to move even faster, until… damn. He tried to slow her down, knew he was fast getting to the point of no return, but when she sat up straighter, looked him in the eye, he knew she was almost there herself. Scott held on, refused to give into the pleasure until she shut her eyes and her lips parted, until he could tell that she was right there with him. Then he gave in, thrust deep inside her and gripped on to her hips as they rode their own waves of pleasure.
When Amanda stopped moving, Scott skimmed his hands over her butt then back up her body, slowly trailing his hands down her breasts, caressing her, and then pulling her down so she was lying on top of him.
She was incredible. There was no other word for her. The girl he'd wanted for so long, the one girl he wasn't supposed to have, was the forbidden fruit he'd been waiting for his entire life. Because no one-night stand had ever felt like that before - this time, he'd had to wait, had to work hard for it, and it had made it all the sweeter. And it was different - hadn't been just anonymous sex.
"That was incredible," she whispered against his skin, her mouth on his chest.
He stroked a hand through her hair, eyes shut as he just enjoyed the sensation of her breasts pressed to his chest, her warm skin against his.
"You were worth waiting all this time for," he muttered.
She laughed and raised her head. "You say that like you've been living a life of celibacy until this moment."
He grinned and tugged her down for a kiss. "Maybe I have."
"Haha, don't even try that one on me."
Scott kissed her again before rolling them both to the side so he could look at her more easily.
"How long do I have you for again?"
"I'm thinking a week," she said. "I only have a month to get my collection together and I need to focus on that."
"Hmmm, only a week to do so many wicked things to this gorgeous body," he said, running a finger across her stomach and then down her thigh.
"Scott!"
"What, don't tell me you're going to go all shy now?"
She just leaned in and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Would you mind if we moved outside?"
He raised an eyebrow. “Sure."
"I want to pull this bed out so we can look up at the stars. Go to sleep looking up at the sky."
Scott laughed. "Sweetheart, I'll pull the bed outside, but there's no way in hell I'm letting you get to sleep, not any time soon."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Gregory, you in there?"
Scott groaned at the wake-up call and glanced across to see that Amanda was still asleep. He knew who it was, hell, if it had been anyone else he would have ignored them, but even still hazy from sleep he realized he’d best deal with Blake now. Preferably before Mandy knew he'd even been here.
Scott reached for his boxers, thankful that he'd done most of his disrobing in the tent, and that they'd ended up sleeping inside of it instead of under the stars, and poked his head out.
"I ask you to back off and this is what you do?"
Scott folded his arms across his chest, squinting into the bright morning light and wishing he was still tucked up against Amanda's naked body.
"Morning to you, too," he said dryly.
"I'm serious, Gregory. She's my sister, god damn it, and you never brought her home last night."
"And I've told you that we're all adults now, Blake. I respect you, but you can't go telling your sister what to do."
"You're gonna hurt her, and then who'll pick up the pieces, huh?" Blake said, his voice so low and deep that Scott knew he had to tread lightly. "I'm not the one being an asshole here, I'm just trying to protect her."
"You know, when I came back here, I didn't expect you to have turned into such a jerk," Scott told him. "I get that she's your sister, but fuck, you need to let her make her own decisions. I stayed away from her back then, but I'm not gonna let you try to scare me off her now. I thought we said what we had to say yesterday?"
Blake moved so fast that Scott only saw the punch coming at the last minute. Blake’s fist connected with the side of his face, only just, but it still stung as it glanced his jaw. Scott had jumped back but Blake had lunged even further, and now they were staring at each other - waiting for the other to make a move.
"What the hell is going on out here?" Amanda's sleepy voice made Scott turn, but his distraction meant that Blake had the chance to shove him backward, almost knocking him over.
Enough of this shit. Scott ignored Amanda standing there with only a blanket tucked around herself, hair all wild and mussed up from sleep, knowing that the sight of her had only fueled Blake's anger all the more. He shoved Blake back, sick of being made out to be the bad guy all the time. If Blake was going to treat him that way, then that's the way he was going to act, because a single punch was one thing, but more? Hell no.
"I hurt your sister? You can beat the shit out of me and I'll let you. But this?" Scott glared at Blake. "This is you being a fucking idiot. Walk away. This isn't you and you know it."
Blake's fists were bunched, the tension in his body obvious as he stood there, not moving.
"Amanda, let's go."
"I'm a grown woman, Blake. When I'm ready to come home, I will," Amanda said in a clear voice.
"Mandy, just come home. I don’t want to be arguing about this shit with you when we should all just..."
“What?” she asked. “We should all just be what?”
“Be together as a family,” he said, his voice flat.
Blake couldn't have physically punched Scott any harder than that blow. Family. Was he being so selfish about spending time with her that he was dividing their family? Because the one thing he'd never do to anyone was come between family - the Jones family had everything he'd ever wished for as a kid and he'd walk away from Amanda right now if he'd somehow put that in jeopardy.
"Blake, give us a minute. I'll bring Amanda home soon."
Blake looked at him, somehow calmer, looking more rational. "You might think I'm the pri
ze asshole here, Mandy, but this isn't you. Getting involved with a guy who can't commit past a one night stand?"
His words hurt - not because they were a lie, but because he'd never hurt Amanda like that.
"Just go, Blake," Amanda said, her voice soft. "Why are you even here?"
Blake stared at his sister, no longer looking at Scott. And Scott knew, in that moment, that Blake wasn't just being a jerk. He genuinely loved his sister, and he thought she was going to get hurt, thought he was going to have to mend her broken heart and pick up the pieces. But he was wrong. Amanda was going to be flying back to her normal life soon, their affair a fun memory, one they'd both set the boundaries on. He just didn't know how to tell her brother that she was okay with sleeping together without any expectations.
"Jack asked me to give him a hand this morning and I drove past and saw…"
Blake's sentence trailed off and Scott motioned for Amanda to get back in the tent.
"How about I walk you to your truck?" It was only a short distance away, but he wanted to clear the air, didn't want to be the cause of a full on family feud.
Blake didn't say anything, just shrugged.
"I would never hurt your sister, Blake. I need you to know that."
Scott met his gaze when he looked sideways at him. "Trouble is, you wouldn't even know if you did. There's no chance she's walking away from this without you hurting her."
Scott took a deep breath, trying to get his words clear in his head instead of saying the first thing that came to mind. "Right now, I'm the only one in danger of getting hurt, Blake. Amanda's leaving in less than a week, which means she'll be the one walking away from me."
"And what about when she comes home to visit and you're shacked up with another woman already, huh?"
Now it was Scott's turn to shrug. "If you're serious about me backing off, then so be it. But Amanda's the one calling the shots here. I just wanted you to know that."
Blake had calmed down, wasn't in danger of launching into a full on fight with him again, but now it was Scott who felt like shit. Maybe he should have stayed clear of Amanda, but something had happened between them that hadn't exactly been easy to ignore.