Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1)

by Suzanne Halliday

  Charlie was there too. Draped as always in beautiful stones and crystals with her pretty hair in a long thick braid over one shoulder and her hand upon the head of a precocious looking little boy who had her eyes and sweet dimples. A man, big and imposing, stood by her side and though she couldn’t see his face, Brynn felt a deep affection for him tug at her heart.

  And then there was Jax. Her Jax. The undisputed love of her life, standing behind her crowding her body in that way he had that made her feel owned and protected. His hands were resting possessively on her belly. Her big belly as everyone gathered around cheered and laughed. It was so damn perfect she never wanted to wake up.

  Unfortunately, her internal body clock had other ideas. Slowly, awareness crept into her brain. She was on her side, both hands tucked under her chin with her bottom pressed against the warm body sharing her bed. Goddamn but he emanated some serious heat off that awesome body. Gave new life to the expression, ‘Fuck but he’s hot.’ Even half-awake she smiled.

  With the bedroom still shadowed in darkness, Brynn laid absolutely still, eyes shut tight and wallowed in the bone-melting delight of waking up in a bed next to Jax. Flashes of their lovemaking the night before danced on her eyelids. Wow, was as eloquent as she could get this early in the morning.

  She rolled away and flipped as quietly and with as little movement as she could. Thank God for her king-size bed. An uncontrollable need to look at her hunky lover made staying still impossible. Cracking her eyes open, she zeroed in on his big body in the dark shadows as he lay on his back with an arm thrown overhead. Brynn had never really given much thought to the male body before and what made it so appealing.

  Her eyes drifted to his broad chest, which she could just about make out rising and falling with each breath. Her visual inspection continued down his flat stomach only to be thwarted by the sheet draped over the part of him she was most interested in. Damn. Just my luck. Oh well.

  She went back to appreciating what a fine specimen of male perfection he was. The stubble on his face was cute as shit, and she found herself looking twice at his neck because if she wasn’t imagining things, there was a distinct mark, left by her teeth no doubt, real low where his shoulder began to curve. Without thinking, Brynn first wet, then bit her lips remembering how delicious the man was.

  His heavily muscled chest with the nipples she longed to taste got her blood pumping. She heard something that sounded like a moan and mentally shook herself to keep quiet. The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up. No, it was too damn much fun staring at his naked body in the darkness.

  As if on cue, he shifted slightly and when he did, the sheet fell away giving Brynn a deliciously wicked up close and personal view of his flat, taut stomach with an impressively muscled and defined V that led her eyes straight to the prize. Holy shit. His beautiful shaft where it laid against his stomach was just about as manly as could be. To Brynn’s eyes he was nothing short of god-like in his perfection.

  She squeezed her eyes shut a moment and tried to rein in her careening emotions only to find the memory of holding his splendid cock in her hands a few nights back as she drifted off to sleep. Fuck. Well that certainly wasn’t helping. Glancing quickly at the bedside clock she saw that it was quarter after four. She didn’t actually have to be in the bakery until almost five thirty, she thought as she remembered that there were new employees to deal with in addition to the normal daily tasks. Enormously glad that this visually exciting interlude didn’t have to end just yet she shimmied closer to Jax’s sleeping body and let his handsome good looks fill her brain.

  It took less than a minute for her mind to shout, ‘Okay, enough of that. Touch the man you fool. Put your mouth on him and do all those things you’ve been longing to do.’

  She sat up in a half-conscious state of desire and contemplated the feast before her eyes. Where to start? Hmmmm. Brynn wasn’t exactly surprised when her trembling fingers made a beeline for his chest. He was so bloody magnificent she had no choice but to touch him. Lightly running her fingers down the center of him she saw his nipples grow tight and didn’t miss the way the muscles in his stomach rippled under her gentle touch. A shit-eating grin appeared on her face. He was definitely awake, the way his cock was starting to respond didn’t leave any doubt about that, but he was going to let her have this incredibly erotic moment and knowing that pleased her to no end. She’d make damn sure to reward him for being such a considerate gentleman. Biting back the giggle threatening to burst from her mouth at the thought was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.

  Her fingers itched to explore his nipples the same way he’d almost brought Brynn to her knees with his teasing touches and wicked mouth. She scraped a fingernail in a circle around one hard nub, and then tweaked it with her fingers. His hips shifted slightly, and she smiled. If one simple caress was going to threaten to shake up his attempt to remain passive, he was in for a rude awakening. Before she was done, Brynn had every intention of experiencing his cock nudging the back of her throat. Let’s see him try and pretend to be asleep through that!

  She didn’t like the position she was in, it didn’t allow her enough freedom to explore so she quietly raised until she was sitting on her feet and had easy access to every glorious inch of him. That’s much better, she thought as she eyed him spread out before her. Tucking her hands close to her sides so she didn’t accidently grab on to him she leaned over and licked the nipple she’d been playing with. He didn’t even try to suppress the moan that her naughty mouth forced out of him but being ever the good boy, he kept his eyes closed and let her play this out as she wanted. Brynn had a new appreciation for that whole good girl bad girl thing. Yeah, he was teaching her an awful lot.

  It was quite the surprise to her sensual side when she got down and serious with sucking on those male nubs. Who knew that could be so sexy? Honestly, it was quite a turn-on, something she hadn’t expected.

  Getting on her knees she started licking her way down his stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses that could make her panties damp. If she had any on. His skin tasted incredible. When she got to his belly button, she swirled her tongue around it as his skin quivered and then sank her teeth into the flesh right below. This time he grunted in surprise, and she saw his hands curl into tight fists. Oh man. Could this get any more fucking awesome? Oh, most definitely.

  By now his manly shaft was full and hard. She wanted to just sit there and stare at it, the same way he lost himself when she opened her thighs and let him see her most private flesh. She examined him intimately noting the way his balls rested on his thigh. They were round, perfect, and weirdly overlooked when women talk about such things. It was always the dick that got all the attention, but she was so fascinated, nothing short of a heart attack was going to stop her from touching them. Brynn very much like the way they slapped against her clit when he had her ass up and legs spread wide. She needed to know how they felt in her hand so she reached out with a tentative caress and scooped them into her palm with a modest grip. His cock pulsed and began rising away from his body. Oooh my, really? That was all kinds of sexy. She could see his chest rising and falling more rapidly but still, he feigned sleep and let her have her way with him.

  Turning her attention to his noble staff, Brynn was swept away by how truly majestic it was. She decided ‘noble staff’ was her new favorite expression. No, really. All bullshit aside, Jax Merrill had a cock that was absolute perfection. Long and thick at the base with a roadmap of veins and ridges that felt like heaven when he was inside her, she marveled at the view she had. From the underside she was treated to a visual masterpiece. The head was pronounced, solid, and just where the two sides curved she saw a ridge of tissue—she couldn’t remember what the hell it was called, but she knew it was highly sensitive.

  Caught up in the pleasure of the moment, Brynn leaned over Jax and still cradling his balls, ran her tongue from base to tip, and thrilled at how responsive he was when she licked that spot. He really liked wha
t she was doing. She wanted him in her mouth, like stat so she pushed his thighs apart and climbed into the space she made so she had a better angle for what she planned.

  Switching her grip to his shaft, she started ferociously licking and sucking on the twin spheres beneath. They tasted slightly salty and she wondered if that was from their activities the night before. The thought fired up her imagination, and she began moaning on his flesh as she quite literally gave them a tongue bath he’d never likely forget.

  Sitting back on her feet her attention went to his cock as she ran her hands up and down the length of him. He was watching her now, through half closed eyes, but still made no effort to interfere with her sensual offensive. His mouth was open and she could hear his choppy breathing as she continued stroking him with an intensifying grip. A drop of fluid appeared on the tip of his cock and she swiped her thumb through it, massaging it into the expanding head.

  Good Lord, he was so fucking beautiful, sliding through her fingers, getting bigger and harder with each passing moment. Without pause her head dove down and she kissed him sweetly, flicked her tongue a hundred times on the sensitive ridge of flesh then parted her lips and slowly slid down the length of him, sucking him into her voracious mouth. It was like heaven. Feeling Jax’s magnificent shaft glide along her tongue, she sucked in one graceful but insistent swallow, over and over, like a sensual treat and basically went a little wild in the process.

  Moaning for all she was worth, Brynn bobbed up and down with increasing depth and fervor. Remembering the sensation of her hand covering his as he pleasured her pussy, she reached for one of his clenched fists and brought it up, pressing it against her skull to let him know she wanted him to feel everything as her head moved up and down on his hard throbbing cock. He paused, then gathered her hair in a fist and let her go to town on his hardened flesh.

  He tasted so fucking good. Brynn knew right then and there this was something she could easily become addicted to. Who knew? It was incredibly sexy, plunging her mouth up and down his shaft as her saliva coated every beautiful inch. His size made taking all of him difficult but that certainly didn’t stop her from trying. There was something frighteningly erotic and enticing about his cock invading the back of her mouth as her gag reflex kicked in. She fought through it though as a mindless desperation took her over. There were times when she felt him slide into her throat and she all but wept from the beauty of it.

  There were sounds now from each of them. Brynn was moaning and making greedy grunts whenever he hit the back of her throat. Jax was growling, low and deep, while his hand stayed fisted in her hair and his hips began to jerk. God. She wanted him to know the sort of incandescent pleasure he gave her when the shaking ramped up out-of-control and heat and chills battered the senses. And most of all, she was overcome with an insatiable hunger for him to come in her mouth. There didn’t seem to be anything that could be more intimate than that.

  She could tell he was past the point of no return when his legs shook and the hand in her hair began pushing on her head. She sucked hard on his flesh then plunged her mouth up and down his staff over and over until his balls tightened and drew up signaling his approaching orgasm. His body began to quake. A wild sense of lustful euphoria enveloped Brynn. The visual that lit up her mind of her crouched between his thighs, her hands massaging whatever part of his cock she wasn’t stuffed in her mouth, his hand on her bobbing head—it was fucking magnificent.

  As Brynn sucked him to orgasm, she marveled in the seconds before he exploded when his cock swelled unbelievably then began throbbing and pulsing on a warm surge of fluid that bathed her tongue and throat. She hungrily swallowed all of it and sucked greedily hoping for more.

  Jax grunted a harsh, “Fuck,” as he came in a delicious, mouthwatering torrent and Brynn never felt more ladylike and feminine than she did with his cock on her tongue and his essence rolling down her throat. She was made for him. Made for this. Sucking on him until he gave her what she needed. All of him.

  When his climax subsided she released him reluctantly, kissing his trembling flesh, continuing to worship his beautiful shaft. He growled at her in the darkness. “Brynn. Fuck, baby. You didn’t have to do that.”

  She crawled up his body and gave him a look she hoped said more than her words could. “Oh, I so did.” Covering his mouth with her own she shivered from head to toe when he savagely answered, thrusting his tongue deep, inhaling her fevered response. Knowing his essence lingered on her tongue and in her mouth made the moment sexy as fuck. It excited her to no end that he didn’t hold back from tasting himself on her lips.

  They were in the midst of the frenzied kiss when he grabbed her under her arms and pushed Brynn to her back, shoving his muscled hairy thigh between her legs. She writhed on his leg, pressing her wet curls and dripping slit on him. She was frantic in seconds. The act of having made love to him with her mouth had unleashed a cascade of want that exploded on contact with his body.

  In an almost step-by-step replay of what happened last night, he responded to her desperate arousal grunting, “Fuck, fuck,” over and over as she ground her pussy on him. She was approaching mindless wanton territory with alarming speed.

  “Oh God, Jax,” she cried out as she writhed and bucked her hips.

  He answered with a savage roar, shoving two fingers inside her. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. Brynn felt wild and primitive.

  Bellowing like an animal in heat, he pulled his fingers from her dripping center, pushed her thighs wide, and thrust his awakened cock deep. It was her turn to scream, “Fuck, fuck,” as he pounded into her without mercy.

  She tightened almost immediately, painfully so. Every muscle in her body screamed with the effort of clutching his glorious cock. He had a death grip on her thighs, hammering her deep and hard over and over until she felt the indescribable rapture that only he had ever given her take hold.

  “Jesus Brynn. Your cunt is like a vise on my cock. Take it baby. It’s all yours. Take all of it, and I’ll die a happy man.”

  His grunts, her cries—that was what she heard as her entire body exploded with heat. Pleasure so perfect it robbed her senses grabbed hold and held on tight. An endless wave of moisture gushed from her passage. Jax roared and jerked uncontrollably adding his own fluid completion to the lusty exchange. She cried softly in his arms and shook all over in the aftermath of their explosive passion. The whole thing had gotten so ferocious it was a wonder that either one of them had the presence of mind to breathe afterwards.

  “WE CAN’T KEEP PLAYING WITH fire, love,” he murmured against the skin of her neck where he’d collapsed after coming inside her.

  “I know,” she whispered. “Couldn’t help it.”

  Jax lifted to his forearms and looked at her somberly. “How fucked are we, baby?”

  She knew damn well what he was asking. The man hadn’t gone through four years of pre-med and a crap load of Army medical training without coming away from those experiences well versed in the intricacies of a fertility cycle.

  A thousand thoughts flashed in her mind, but honestly, she didn’t fucking care. Brynn was almost beside herself with worry that he’d leave at some point. How could he not? His business involved travel—extended travel. Not something that leant itself well to a permanent relationship. In the deepest darkest recesses of her most secret hopes and dreams she figured if they made a baby together, at least she’d have a part of him when he went away. The thought was totally fucked-up, she knew that, but somehow the longing to be intimately and forever joined with Jax had overtaken whatever sense she had. Hearing the concern in his voice wasn’t enough to overcome the primal drumbeat thumping inside her. She was pretty sure she’d be going straight to hell for having these thoughts.

  Jax watched the emotions play out on Brynn’s face. He didn’t think she’d be all that pleased to know he could read her like a fucking how-to manual. Her drawn out silence pretty much answered the ‘how fucked are we’ question, but it was the story
her eyes were telling that was really messing with his head.

  Amazing as it might be, he had no doubt in his mind that Brynn wanted him to put a baby in her belly. Not only could he see it reflected in her gaze, he felt it in the way her body demanded it of him. Frankly, it was fucking awe-inspiring. The thought of walking down the street with her swollen with his child so everyone would know what he’d done excited the living shit out of him. Part of him felt like a ginormous pig, but another part was perfectly in step with whatever crazy fuckery was swirling in her mind and in her heart.

  Hey. He’d take it however he could. If binding her to him with a baby was the best and fastest way to cut through all her emotional bullshit, so be it. Having a child with her was beyond his wildest dreams. Brynn would be an amazing mother. She’d teach their son or daughter how to burp like a champion. What the hell more could he ask for? The lady was not only under his skin, she had crawled inside his heart and set up camp. There was no way he was letting her go. Uh uh. No fucking way.

  “Okay then,” he chuckled when she refused to answer. “I take the loud silence as a pretty damn fucked.”

  “Don’t say that,” she quickly chided. “I don’t like hearing you put it that way.”

  Damn. Her lip was quivering, and she had a sheen of tears in her eyes. Women. Who the hell could figure them out? His father needed a fucking medal if what Brynn was putting him through was any indication of what his dad had to deal with all these years.

  “You’re right, honey. That was insensitive of me.” How many other ways could he admit to being a dick? “Baby, I’m at your feet here, okay? You already know how I feel about you. At least I hope you do. If I used thick-headed guy language last night, let me make things crystal clear to your right now. Me? Hopelessly, helplessly in love with you.”