Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1)

by Suzanne Halliday

  He repositioned himself closer to where she lay and looked at her naked splendor, lit by the moonlight and displayed for his pleasure. Poets wrote shit about moments such as these and now he knew why. The fucking beauty of a willing woman with emotion shining in her eyes while her man enjoyed the sight of her raw beauty was truly worth a thousand words. And then some.

  Jax ran his fingers lightly down her torso from neck to the place where her fragrant curls guarded the pussy he was about to worship. Over and over, he used the power of his touch to communicate all the emotions running riot inside him. Her skin was so fucking soft. He saw goosebumps break out and her nipples peaked again as he continued the soft strokes.

  The sensual massage became like a symphony—the first movement opening with quick, deliberate teasing touches. On her nipples. At her belly button. Along her waist, something he noted with immense satisfaction that got her squirming.

  The second movement became slower with long sweeping caresses meant to enslave her senses and dominate her mind. When her skin quivered, he moved to the third movement becoming much more forceful with his touch. Squeezing her breasts until she gasped he tweaked the turgid nipples crying out for his touch. He molded her hips with his hands and scraped his fingertips from neck to thigh like he would scratch a cat. She arched under his hands as her breathing became rapid and choppy.

  For the fourth movement he parted her thighs with triumphant confidence and let his eyes feast on her beauty. Her curls were damp as he knew they’d be and yes, there was most definitely the wet remnants of her previous orgasm evident on her thighs. The fragrant reminder made his cock throb with longing as he licked his lips in anticipation of the sensual torture about to come.

  Instead of continuing to touch her sweet, delectable body, Jax moved between her thighs and pushed his hands beneath her ass. He looked straight at her so she could see for herself the exhilaration racing through his body that he knew damn well was evident in his eyes.

  He wanted the choice to be hers even though he knew in advance what that would be. Jax wasn’t stupid. When he lifted her ass and her thighs fell wider apart, he’d seen her pussy clench with arousal.

  “I want to taste you. Lick your pussy and torture your beautiful clit. May I, baby?” His voice came out hoarse and raw, a lot like how he felt. There was something about her soft whimper and the way her head nodded in quick jerks that melted his heart.

  He lowered his mouth and stopped an inch from her sensitive flesh. Close enough that she’d feel his breath and the words that he spoke.

  “Thank you, love,” he murmured, then pressed a sweet kiss right on her exposed clitoris that he quickly followed up with a back to front lick of her entire slit. Oh God. She tasted fucking delicious. This time it was him with the rumbling whimpers as he feasted on her luscious pussy with a ferocity that shocked him.

  Hearing Brynn moan and writhe as his hands held her open for his hungry mouth, Jax lost himself in the glory of the moment. He ravished her with a thoroughness that excited the fuck out of him. She grabbed his head when he flicked his tongue relentlessly on her swollen nub, delighting in the way she ground her pussy as she tangled shaking fingers into his hair.

  When her legs began moving restlessly he had to growl, commanding her to, “Keep those thighs spread wide baby. I want to eat you until you come on my tongue.”

  Her husky cries began filling the air. “Oh Jax. Please. I can’t. It’s….oh,” she groaned.

  “Yes you can baby,” he grunted against her swollen flesh. “Come for me sweet love. Come for me again and again.”

  She really was growling now, pleading with him. “Baby, baby,” she cried out. “Can’t. It hurts. The ache, I can’t…”

  He knew what she needed. Her pussy was clenching furiously as he licked, bit, and stroked his tongue in her wet entrance. After he made her come this time he’d give her what she so desperately needed. His cock. Buried deep to ease the ache. Throbbing inside her as he pounded away, her hips jolting with each savage thrust.

  Brynn went wild as he continued tonguing her dripping pussy, suckling like a wild man on her pulsing clit then burying his tongue inside her as far as he could making sure to twist and wiggle it with gusto. When he sensed she was about to come, he rather brutally shoved two fingers into her wet passage while he latched onto her hardened nub and sucked hard. As hard as he fucking could. She went up and over so fast and so hard he had trouble keeping up. Her uninhibited screams filled Jax with a primitive pleasure the likes of which he’d never dreamed possible.

  Brynn’s body was sending out shockwaves of fierce desire and arousal that blinded him to everything except the heart-pounding desperation to get inside her before the last pulses of her magnificent orgasm receded. Pushing his briefs down his thighs, he grabbed his throbbing cock as it sprang free and aimed it at her wet opening. Insane with lust and a feral longing to join his body with hers, Jax lunged into her with a loud grunt and absorbed the pulsing tightness of her succulent body.

  She immediately wrapped her glorious thighs around his waist and clutched at his shoulders as she arched and writhed under him, her wild screams continuing to pierce the nighttime air. Jax never even so much as paused. He couldn’t. Pounding into her with a relentless ferocity, he established a rhythm that was as primitive as it was satisfying.

  The orgasm that he’d started with his tongue stretched on and on as his cock filled her with his overwhelming power. When he was sure she’d ridden the wave as long as she could, he switched up and slowed things down to a drawn-out crawl that made his balls tighten.

  This. This was what he wanted to give her. The perfect fuck. One that would consume her soul and show her what making love really meant. She was shaking, hanging onto him, and biting his shoulder as he made love to her with slow, deep thrusts. She owned him, and he wanted her to know what that felt like.

  He buried his face in her neck and groaned. There were words he needed to say. Words she needed to hear so she understood.

  “I’m sorry about earlier. You didn’t do anything wrong baby. It’s me. I’m fucked-up Brynn, but I swear to you, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

  He stroked in and out of her, luxuriating in the way her inner muscles tightened around his flesh.

  “I feel things for you that scare the shit out of me—that’s where all that jealous possessiveness comes from. It’s all new to me baby so I don’t know how to handle what I’m feeling. Protecting you is all I know how to do. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

  Pressing kisses along the side of his face where it was buried against her, she put her fingers into his hair and forced him to look at her. Jax hesitated. He was scared out of his fucking mind. He’d never put himself out there like this. When he met her eyes he saw the sheen of tears and faltered in his possession of her body. Shit. He’d gone too far.

  He stopped moving inside her and just held still, not sure what he should do. When her legs gripped his waist harder and her muscles tightened around his shaft, he looked at her in wonder. “Brynn?”

  She started rolling her hips. The friction made him groan but still he didn’t take over. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what she might say but he needed to man up and do the right thing.

  In a quiet husky voice edged with tears she told him, “Baby, I’m afraid. I want you so much, and I’ve given more to you than I even knew I had. But my past—all that shit fucked with my head, and I’m scared to death that I won’t do things right. Be with you the way I know I should.”

  “Awww, sweet love. It’s okay to be afraid. I’m afraid too.”

  “It would kill me if I did something stupid that caused you pain or triggered shit from your past.”

  He could tell by the way she said the words and how her arms and legs tightened that she was putting his needs and well-being far above her own. His heart thudded. She was in love with him, he could feel it, but her past made it hard for her to say the words or let that kind of
life changing emotion invade her mind.

  He took her arms and raised them above her on the bed, entwining his fingers with hers. With his face just inches away he stared deep into her eyes as he began flexing his hips again. She immediately softened under him, uncrossing her ankles and drawing her knees back further. The movement caused her hips to cant at a different angle and allowed his cock to sink even deeper inside her. A surge of wet heat cascaded the length of his staff and dripped onto his balls. Her body responded so perfectly it made him want to cry.

  Maybe she wasn’t ready to say the words but he was. He hoped that by speaking from his heart she would understand that while, yeah, he had issues, the only pain she could truly cause him was if she withheld her love from him. He’d wait till she was ready to admit it, but he wanted her to know that he’d be there to catch her if she fell and would always, always put her needs first.

  As his cock sank into her over and over, he tightened his grip on her hands and smiled into her beautiful blue eyes.

  “I’m falling in love with you, Brynn. Have been from the moment we met. There’s nothing you could do that could hurt me more than to deny what we’re both feeling. I know you’re not ready, and I understand why. Just let me love you baby. Let me show you how good it can be. Open your heart to me my love.”

  She cried, “Oh Jax. I will. I am. Just don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.”

  Wow. Jax was stunned by her words. Her fears were rooted in being left. He understood. His fears were deeper and darker—but they could heal each other, he was sure of it.

  “You belong to me Brynn. “I’ll never let you go.”

  She tightened around him. Jax felt his balls draw tighter as a thickness in his blood started pounding through him. His thrusts ramped up with a fervor he couldn’t hold back any longer. She was meeting him stroke for stroke with her knees drawn back and her hips rocking to meet his on each lunge.

  “Look at me baby. I want to see your eyes when you come, and I want you to see what you do to me.”

  He kept their fingers joined but spread his thighs wider and used every ounce of his powerful body to hammer into hers. The sound of his weight slamming against her made him grunt and groan.

  She never looked away and Jax felt himself falling headfirst into her lusty gaze. With each stroke her eyes told him without words how much she needed him. How much she wanted him. It was enough for now.

  When her body started pulsing and milking his cock, Jax roared with triumph. She watched him through half-shuttered eyes. He wanted to see into her soul at this moment, and he wanted her to watch him shatter on top of her.

  She had a death grip on his fingers when she came. Her body jerked and trembled under him. It was fucking amazing to watch. Her climax triggered his and he faltered a second when his cock swelled then burst with a series of heart-stopping spasms as he emptied himself. There was something powerful about this orgasm that he’d never felt before.

  As his body started to come down, he kissed her and she responded with a sweet tenderness that gripped his heart. It just didn’t get any better than this. Everything about the moment felt right. Jax swore that the pieces of his heart and soul that had been ripped apart were stitched back together by the power of her remarkable love. He’d walk in front of a speeding train to protect her, and he knew with every fiber of his being that from this moment forward he’d spend the rest of his days loving her, caring for her, cherishing her in a way befitting a person as beautiful and wonderful as his Brynn.

  And then reality took a huge motherfucking swing at his head and he literally stopped breathing. At the moment he began to disengage from her sated body he realized why this climax had felt so different from any other. There hadn’t been a condom acting as a barrier between them. In fact, he wasn’t even sure there was a condom within fifty feet of where they lay, naked and still wrapped in each other’s body. Oh fuck.

  MMMMMM. BRYNN WAS IN HEAVEN. It was a glorious place where the emotions and sensation she experienced were so deeply profound that she was reluctant to come down from the incredible high. Having just come face-to-face with a side of Jax she hadn’t known was lurking inside him, her universe had been rocked. Big time.

  With single-minded focus and precision, he’d replaced the gut-wrenching anxiety from earlier. She’d feared her foolish partying with Rhi had damaged the fragile bond of trust and caring they were establishing. They’d done it rough, they’d certainly done it wild, but nothing could compare to being made love to by a very determined man trying to make a point. And oh, what a point it was.

  Hearing him express his feelings had stunned Brynn. He said he was falling in love with her. Maybe a part of her already knew that, but when he voiced it aloud, she very nearly exploded with happiness. In a single blinding flash she realized she wanted him to love her. Needed the sexy man in black, who had so far bent her time and again to his will, to want her.

  It was odd, all these feelings she was having. The desperate need. The compelling want. And the unbelievable freedom she experienced from surrendering to Jax so completely that for a time at least, she was delivered from the never-ending noise in her head. All that overachieving crap which until now had completely run her life.

  When she was in his arms, she was just Brynn. Just a woman—not a financial genius or a business owner or a boss or a big sister or a daughter who thought she had to be perfect. When the rules and protocols were stripped away and there were no proprieties to bow to or T’s to be crossed, she experienced things in a completely different way. And it frightened her. Now that she’d let him in, she wasn’t sure she’d survive when he went away.

  She was enjoying the feeling of his big body collapsed and spent on top of her. Watching him come undone had been mind-blowing. When he came, she swore his eyes burned with a fire that seared her soul. And then he’d kissed her and she melted all over again. There was nothing quite as satisfying or sexy as this man, her man, covering her body, still and unmoving with his magnificent sex still inside her.

  She was sad that it had to end, sobbing a soft moan when he started to pull away. Brynn wanted to keep him forever in the warm safe haven of her body but that wasn’t exactly practical. Her mind resisted the withdrawal even though she knew it was inevitable. When he stiffened above her and went rigid, the alarm bells in her head went off with a fury.

  “What’s the matter?” she husked in an anxious whisper. Something wasn’t right, she could sense it.

  “Oh God, Brynn,” he muttered with an anguish that ripped her heart open. And then she felt it, the gush of wet where they disengaged that scattered her thoughts and made her gasp. When he finally looked at her she saw shock in his eyes and a soul-baring vulnerability that socked her in the solar plexus.

  He put his forehead to hers and groaned, “What have I done?”

  Every protective, loving impulse inside her sprang into action. It was just like him to take on all the blame for something that had been so very much an omission on both their parts. From the moment she’d fantasized about cuddling his baby to her breasts, this had probably been inevitable. Sometimes when we least expected it the heart overruled the mind, especially if that moment was one where you’re the most helpless.

  She wrapped him in a tight embrace and cooed softly into his ear, “Shhh, baby. I know. I know.” He was trembling slightly, and she knew he was waging a mighty battle in his mind. He’d just sworn to protect her, to love her and then moments later spilled his seed inside her. Brynn knew without him saying a single word that to him, the oversight was unforgiveable.

  Determined to own her part in all this she told him in a fierce voice, “Don’t you dare take this on yourself Jax. It was both of us. It takes two y’know, and I was there with you every step of the way.”

  He groaned again. She went in for the heart of it and let her words fly, unedited. “I’m not sorry baby. Not sorry one bit. Don’t turn away from me. Please.”

  He rolled them until she was spraw
led on his chest and framed her face with shaking hands. The searing emotional vulnerability she’d seen before was etched on every line of his handsome face. “I’d never turn away from you, Brynn. Never. And I’m not sorry either. Not really. Just scared shitless and in awe. I’ve never been that desperate, never been so far gone that protection flitted from my mind. ” She saw something else flash in his eyes and wondered whether he too had been imagining a child they would make together. The thought made her quiver and brought a fast rush of tears to her eyes.

  She dropped her mouth to his chest and placed a wet kiss there. It felt right to lay her cheek on the same spot as if sealing the emotion into their skin. “It’s been a helluva’ day Jackson Merrill.”

  “That it has my gorgeous sexy as fuck love. That it has.”

  They lay like that for a long time until Jax slid from the bed and plodded off to the bathroom. When he came back it was with a warm washcloth that he once again used to clean her up only this time when he reached between her legs it was with a reverence that made her sigh. He was so gentle about it, but the way his jaw was clenched she knew he was seeing proof positive of the explosive orgasm, hers and his, which was leaking from her body. She liked this ritual—liked his tender caring of her body and what that said to her mind. She really did feel cherished and adored and safe and calm. It took quite a man to be so thoughtful and loving. And he was hers.

  When he was satisfied, he joined her in the big bed and got them both settled beneath the covers. On his last trip back from the bathroom, he’d cracked open the window near her bed so the heavy scent of sex was blown away with the cool nighttime breezes of a beautiful autumn evening. It was a perfect moment. Her senses awash with the manly smell coming off his body and the sweet fragrance of fall, she snuggled into his big body and drifted into a deep, happy sleep.

  Right before she awoke, before the light had started to appear in the sky, Brynn had been dreaming. It was a wonderful dream too. Far in the future she saw herself smiling and laughing, children gathered around her as a celebration unfolded. Her parents were there, looking older and happier than she’d ever seen them. Rhiann was there, her outrageous laugh splitting the air, a baby wrapped in pink on her shoulder and a man she recognized smiling blissfully into her sister’s upturned face as he kept an arm around what looked like twins pressed against his side.