by Cameron Dane
Pausing for just a heartbeat, Wyn pulled back and looked at her, long enough for her to see the glints of fiery black onyx in his eyes. He then swooped back in and kissed her again, this time clinging with sweet tenderness in a way that spiked a line of fear in Maddie’s heart. Before Maddie could worry about the controlled master she’d reawakened, Wyn pressed kisses to her upper lip then her lower one, dipping his tongue out just the slightest bit to touch the center each time, and drew a shiver out of her along with a drugging pull to kiss him back in the same way.
Wyn grinned slowly. She could feel the sign of pleasure and satisfaction against her mouth. At nearly the same time though, his lower body jerked and his shaft rose to full rigidity between their bellies. With only her thin nightshirt and his threadbare cutoff sweats as barriers, his shape stamped itself into her flesh and they might as well have been naked. He pulsed against her stomach, his cock so thick and full it throbbed with its own heartbeat. In response, slickness pooled between Maddie’s thighs, and a little moan escaped her as her pussy clenched hard, hungry to feel its mate slide home.
Whispering, “Beautiful,” Wyn plastered his mouth to hers again, ratcheting up the kiss with lingering licks and bites whose soft intensity set Maddie’s blood on fire.
I can’t deny him. Looking at him, finally touching him, Maddie could barely breathe. I don’t want to let go. Everything inside racing at top speed, Maddie flung her arms around Wyn’s shoulders and rubbed up against him like a cat who’d discovered the perfect scratching pole. Wyn groaned and scraped his blunt fingers up her thighs, dragging her T-shirt up to her waist. Cool air brushed across Maddie’s buttocks and sex through her cotton panties, and the contrast with how hot she was on the inside made her tremble again. Wyn slid the tips of his fingers beneath her panties and her shiver turned into a shake.
Sliding along the curve of her ass under the thin material, Wyn eased between her legs from behind, surely feeling the wetness she’d produced for him. Wyn breathed in deeply against her cheek. “I need to make you come.” He grazed his mouth against hers and licked into the seam. “I’ve dreamed about what you taste like for years.”
Before Maddie could gather her hazy brain enough to speak, Wyn grabbed the crotch of her underwear and dragged them down her legs, exposing her to him and the night sky. In a shot he sank to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her thighs. One probe of his tongue into the top of her slit, and Maddie choked on a scream, the shock of pleasure so new, she didn’t know what to do. Wyn held her open with his thumbs and licked her clit, and Maddie nearly lost her legs.
With no experience to help her navigate this act, Maddie lost her toehold on reality and sank into the abyss of pleasure, the joyous sensations Wyn inflicted on her so acute and unknown she couldn’t form rational thought. Hooking her elbow around the arm of the statue and her thigh over its extended leg, Maddie opened herself even more to Wyn, wantonly begging for whatever he wanted to do to her.
With a rough moan against the apex of her thighs, Wyn lavishly licked down and then up her crease, igniting tiny explosions in every nerve ending along the way. He latched onto her sensitized pearl and sucked as if pulling nectar from a peach. The intense sweet pressure pulled up into Maddie’s belly and then even farther, reaching her breasts and twisting the tips into aching points crying to be touched. No care for anything beyond finding relief, Maddie pushed her hands under her shirt and squeezed the tender mounds of flesh.
Wyn looked up at her, his face all blunt and unforgiving edges, his lips smeared with her juices in a way that made her cream for him even more. “Take it off for me.” His stare and voice blazed with command. “I need to see.”
Unable to look away from him, Maddie pulled the T-shirt off over her head, exposing herself to him in every way. Not overly large in size, but not small either, her breasts were so sensitized they felt achy and weighty, and her dark-cherry-colored nipples knotted into beaded tips, showing the truth of how her body responded to him—how it always had.
Wound tight with such repressed hunger, Maddie cupped her breasts and squeezed, trying to find relief. Not enough to satisfy the craving inside her, she pinched and pulled her nipples, distending the tips to aching darts of pleasure.
As Wyn watched, his pupils dilated, and the head of his cock pushed above the waistband of his sweats, exposing the smooth cap covered in early cum. Raw thoughts of sucking Wyn’s length to the point of driving him mad with need filled Maddie once again. She wanted to push him so dangerously hard he would drag her to the ground and plunge every thick inch of his cock into her body, claiming her as his. The mental image so aroused Maddie that she rocked her hips against the cool statue and Wyn’s warm fingers, and tugged on her tits even harder.
Wyn whispered, “Amazing,” and dived headfirst back between her parted thighs. Moaning against her entrance, he dipped into her pussy, darting his tongue once, twice, three times, not too deep, but with enough force to send her inner walls into a pulsating frenzy. Maddie punched her hips forward, into Wyn’s face, and grabbed a handful of his hair as his masterful kiss made her body sing like the strings of a perfectly tuned violin.
Wyn grazed his teeth along the smooth waxed skin surrounding the heart shape of trimmed hair, and then he sank back in and licked her clit. Holding her open, Wyn flicked his tongue over and over against Maddie’s too-sensitive bead and pushed every nerve ending in the area into full-throttle speed.
Nearly overwhelming pleasure rushed through Maddie’s body and flooded her cunt, and she shamelessly bounced against Wyn and rubbed her breasts, breathlessly whispering his name in an endless chant as she watched him feast on her body.
Relentless, Wyn kept up his assault on her sanity, switching between fluttering his tongue over her swollen pearl and splitting her nether lips open with long swipes of his incredible tongue.
“Wyn, Wyn, please…” Losing any sense of self, struggling to even speak, Maddie pulled Wyn’s hair and pleaded, “I need to come.”
In immediate response, Wyn closed his lips around her clit and teased his tongue in a fast pattern across the tip. At the same time he rubbed two fingers just inside her entrance, oh-so-very-softly plying the swollen, hidden folds. The twin sensations, so precisely fast and slow, twisted up into Maddie and lit every nerve ending in her body on fire. Pair that with looking down at Wyn, seeing his face between her thighs and his cock so stiff from everything they were doing together, ignited the final fuse and shoved Maddie into the abyss. Holding onto the top of Wyn’s head, Maddie bucked and lost herself, crying out into the night as she pumped her hips over and over again, a slave to each clenching pulse of release Wyn wrenched out of her core.
Then, with the waves of her orgasm still rocking through her, Wyn stood up like a rocket and stole a fast kiss, dark heat burning in his stare. “I knew you’d be sweeter than honey.” Locked on her, he added, “And I know you can come for me again.”
He swooped down and took her mouth with a rough, breath-stealing kiss, delved between her thighs with his hand and sank two fingers into her pussy. A shock of concentrated pleasure erupted inside Maddie, and she shook and shouted Wyn’s name as her already slick channel flooded even more. He grunted against her lips, and his shaft pulsed with life against her belly. Feeling that hard shape digging into her flesh excited Maddie even more, and without thought she shoved her hand inside the front of his sweats and took hold of his stiff cock.
This, the first time she’d ever touched him so intimately, Wyn jerked and went still. His jaw clenched visibly, and with only inches between them, he held his gaze to hers with an intensity that pierced straight into Maddie’s soul.
Leaning in, Maddie grazed her mouth against his, once then twice, and slowly pulled all the way up the length of his shaft and brushed her thumb across the fat, leaking slit. In immediate response, Wyn hissed and wept another pearl of early seed for her. The moment Maddie rubbed the slick seed all around the thick head of his prick, Wyn groaned and to
ok her with another claiming kiss.
This time, so deeply lost in this raw place with Wyn, Maddie attacked too. Untutored, she moved on instinct and thrust her tongue into his mouth, dueling with him, and tugged his cock from root to tip, eager to give him pleasure and memorize every inch of his rock-hard shape. Wyn didn’t give an inch either. He plied his fingers in her pussy, working her into a frenzy, to the point where she felt like an open-ended snapping wire being kept alive by his combustible touch.
So very quickly, together, their breathing slipped out of control. They went from kissing to being trapped in each other’s eyes, watching intently as each pleasured the other. Maddie whipped her tightly closed fingers up and down Wyn’s length, loving the velvety hardness of every thick inch of his cock. Pushing him, she dipped farther down and played with his furry balls, loving when he sucked in a breath and his whole body tightened in response.
Maddie thought she had the upper hand, but then Wyn crooked his fingers inside her, touched a place she’d thought only existed in romance novels, and she uttered, almost without sound, “Wyn, Wyn, Wyn.” Release slammed into Maddie too hard and fast to control, and she shook and shook and shook, out of control. She clutched Wyn’s upper arm with every ounce of her strength and rode his invasion like an animal, with every brush of his fingers over that hidden place he’d discovered inside her cunt, gushing for him like a broken faucet.
Lost completely, she leaned into him and whispered, “Please,” against his cheek. Clutching his arm hard, she throbbed uncontrollably inside and thrust herself against his buried digits, biting his shoulder to stifle a scream. The moment her bite broke his skin, Wyn shouted hoarsely and spurted hard between their bodies. He thrust in pulses time and time again, each time spitting another line of seed onto her fingers and belly as he lost himself to pleasure too.
In the aftermath, a long moment of silence stretched between them, both of them simply breathing, ragged inhales and exhales at first, to finally their hands slipping from each other as their breaths returned to normal.
Maddie’s pulse still skittered, and a hint of nerves started pooling in her belly. She suddenly felt more naked than just her lack of clothes. She’d never done anything like this with any man, let alone the one her heart would not let her stop wanting and caring about, no matter how hard her brain tried to convince her otherwise. Now they’d finally kissed, really kissed, and good God, they’d finally done something they’d both only hinted or teased at before. And holy hell was this different than any of the talk about what they might one day do, and it certainly was far more exposing than Maddie’s most secret fantasies and dreams or scenes she’d read in countless erotic novels.
Maddie moved to put her hand on Wyn’s chest, shyly curious to feel the beat of his heart without a layer of clothes between them, when he abruptly tangled his hand in her hair, tipped her head back, and nipped a kiss from her swollen lips.
Sparks of chocolate lit his stare, and the confident smile he wore so well slowly edged up the corners of his mouth. He brushed his fingers through her hair and murmured, “I knew there was at least a part of you that still liked me.” He slid his hand down the curve of her ass and dipped down to press a kiss below her ear. “And you liked that part of me a hell of a lot.”
You asshole.
Still grinning, Wyn dipped his fingers into her folds from behind, and Maddie went as stiff and cold as an ice sculpture.
Wyn moved to plant a kiss on her lips, but Maddie stuck two fingers between their mouths and sidestepped out of his hold. Righteous indignation melted the frost inside her, but she very deliberately kept her tone cool and cordial. “You’re right, Wyn,” she told him, forcing a fake flight attendant smile to her face. “There are parts of you I like. There are pieces of you I find stupidly almost impossible to resist. Too bad there are so many other pieces of you that together make up the whole person, and right now I want to punch so many of those parts right in the throat. Good going, Ashworth.” A hint of a crack hit Maddie’s voice, but she did not allow her hands to tremble or her stance to waver. “You were this close to igniting a glimmer of hope in me about you again, and you just had to snuff it out.” Wyn parted his lips, but Maddie held up a finger and shut him down. “Don’t you dare talk right now. Do whatever the hell you want with the two weeks you’re here, but I will not be a part of it. Good night.” With that, unable to get another word out, she turned and walked away.
Son of a mother. Maddie walked away nude, forcing her head up and a steady pace, not daring to run or scramble into her clothes to expose her fear and panic. This was the first time she’d truly started to think there was more going on with Wyn than she knew—that one moment where she’d truly thought she’d seen some deep fear in his eyes had moved her soul—and then he chose to be such an asinine arrogant ass about how hard she’d come for him? He thought his sexual prowess was so great and overwhelming that with a little more time, maybe if he could screw her, he’d have her worshipping him the way she used to, as if nothing terrible had gone down between them? Motherfucker.
On the outside, Maddie seethed. Deep inside though, her chest and stomach ached, pushing at the walls she’d so carefully erected to protect herself from this man. She knew if she didn’t stay pissed she would break down and weep over how close she’d come to exposing every part of her heart to Wyn again. She didn’t dare waste her tears on Wyn Ashworth.
Maddie had to figure out the truth on her own about what was going on in her home. A ghost? An intruder? Both? Maddie wasn’t sure she cared anymore, just so long as the answer came fast and got Wyn out of her house for good.
Chapter 5
Twelve hours later Wyn sat at his desk at work, trying to catch up on paperwork, but his thoughts kept pulling him back to what had happened with Maddie in the garden.
How in the hell did I go from being over the fucking moon to slamming into the mud so damned fast?
He’d clearly said the wrong thing. Again. Or maybe he’d used the wrong tone? He had a strange tick with Maddie—sometimes the thoughts in his head didn’t come out right. And it wasn’t her fault, or at least not all of it. Since their truce years ago, and their incredible friendship afterward, his foot-in-mouth disease had occurred, sometimes with an audience. More often than not, if Ethan was present, he’d pull Wyn aside and explain how wrong the words coming out of his mouth sounded, usually something completely different than what Wyn meant to convey. Sometimes Maddie was very sensitive, but just as often it was Wyn who vomited up his thought, jumbled it in the worst way possible, and fucked up. It only happened with Maddie. He didn’t have this problem on the job or with anyone else in his life. Or even with other women in his past.
Wyn growled and rubbed his gritty eyes, the lack of sleep catching up to him. After Maddie had left him in the garden with his dick literally hanging out, he’d trudged back to his room but he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.
One minute he couldn’t stop replaying the white-hot encounter between them—he’d feel her slick heat on his fingers and moan at the remembered taste of her sweet honey. Then he’d get hard all over again thinking about her hand on his prick, so sure and firm, not tentative at all. And hell, the way she’d held his gaze had gotten under his skin even more than her touch. Then when she’d bitten him…Jesus. Wyn shifted in his chair, his blood running south to his dick as the memory of her teeth on his flesh hit him these many hours later.
Then, after getting all hot thinking of him and Maddie together, he’d flipped into protector mode, racking his brain, trying to solve the mystery of Maddie’s intruder. Because without a doubt he knew he’d closed that garden gate earlier that evening. Also without a doubt, he’d heard the gate creak, and it had indeed been open when he’d reached the garden. Yet there hadn’t been anyone in the garden, and he hadn’t taken that long to get outside. So unless the intruder was a contortionist or one hell of a Houdini-level escape artist, or just someone fucking with Maddie by opening the gate and then running
away under the cover of darkness in order to scare her, there was no other easy way out of that fenced garden.
So what the fuck is going on?
“Has there been another flare up at Corsini’s Garage?” the question ripped Wyn out of his runaway thoughts.
Jefferson Mach, a rookie cop, stood at Wyn’s desk, his focus on the computer monitor.
Running the question through his brain a second time, Wyn gave his coworker the side-eye. “What flare up? What are you talking about?”
“You’re looking at Robbie Benson’s Facebook page,” the young blond jerked his head toward Wyn’s computer, where one of the small windows exposed some of Wyn’s personal research on Maddie’s case.
The guy continued, “There was a problem with Robbie’s girlfriend Felicity and Ms. Morgan a few months ago. I was wondering if maybe something happened again and this time Ms. Morgan wanted to press charges.”
Hair rising, Wyn yanked an empty rolling chair over and positioned it in front of his coworker. “Sit down and explain yourself. No complaint has ever come through this department with Madeleine Morgan’s name on it. I would have noticed it.”
“Because there never was one,” Jefferson explained as he took a seat. “I had my car out at the garage being serviced. When I went to pick it up, I was paying the bill and talking, and this chick comes blazing into the garage like hell in pink heels. She was gunning for her boyfriend, who I quickly figured out was Robbie, yelling at him about working so much because he’s cheating with the pretty, new owner. Then she turns around and runs straight for Ms. Morgan and gets in her face and starts calling her all kinds of slut and whore names and that she doesn’t have any right acting all trampy, trying to catch a husband by working a job meant for men. I got in between them, and Robbie pulled his girlfriend off, and we broke it up.”