Chapter 14 #3
“Nervous, Frosty?” I jerked. Where the fuck had that come from? Nothing in the moment should’ve brought back a nickname I hadn’t used for twenty-two years.
Surprise dilated her pupils, and she melted, sinking that sweet, wet pussy down, taking me in inch by inch until a frayed groan left us both.
“Fuck.” How could she feel that good? How could she fit around me like she was made for me? How could I live without being so deep inside her I forgot about everything?
I fisted my hand in the strands of her hair again and brought her mouth to mine. She rode me, but I was in complete sync, thrusting up into her wet heat. Our foreplay had been an argument, and she was soaked. All for me.
She’d known who I was the whole time.
The fingers of my free hand dug into the soft flesh of her hip. She’d known. She knew my history, and she’d probably heard the gritty details from her family. She knew I was Myles Foster, the kid no one wanted.
Yet she was here, in the car with me.
Her hands were all over my hair, tugging at the strands. I kept her pressed to me, my tongue dominating her mouth. I swallowed her moans and whimpers.
She picked up the pace, freeing my mouth to toss her hair to the side. Her breaths were coming hard and heavy. “Myles.”
“What do you need, Wynn?” I rolled my hips into her, and her eyes went glossy.
“You.”
“Do you need Mr. Foster to suck that pretty little clit of yours again?”
Pink dusted across her cheeks. “I need Myles Foster to keep fucking me.”
She said it like she knew I had to hear my name on her lips. That I had to know she knew exactly who I was.
Lightning coiled at the base of my spine, my climax imminent.
I took my hand from her hair and stroked down her neck, brushed over her tits, and skated my fingers down her abdomen to where we were connected.
I circled the tip of my finger over her swollen nub.
“Yes,” she hissed.
My balls were tightening. I was coming soon, but my pride would not let me go first. “Come for me, Wynn. You’re so goddamn tight, I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Yes.” Her pace grew more erratic. She slammed down on me, jiggling her breasts.
How had I held on this long?
I circled her clit. She let out a cry. Her hair curtained her face, and her body undulated. The way her legs were bent and straddling me, I had a full view of her. Her knees might have bruises after this, and I hated how I liked her carrying proof we were together.
“Myles!” Her pussy fisted my cock, demanding I careen over the edge with her. Her cries grew louder, and I took over, my hands bracketing her hips. I lifted and lowered her, my release needing no extra coaxing.
Heat flooded my hand and her walls rippled around me, catapulting me straight over the edge. “Fuck, Wynn.”
My release hit fast and hard. The ends of her hair tickled my cheeks, and her breath wafted over my face.
“I knew it’d be intense with you,” she murmured moments later.
“Just like I should’ve known this was a mistake.”
She blew out an exasperated breath and shoved against my chest. “Is it something you can’t help? Pushing people away?”
She tried to crawl off but I held her in place. “What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. That’s why you’re so upset about me and why you’re trying to convince yourself I had some nefarious reason to get close.
” She dropped back down and feathered a finger down the side of my face.
“When you know damn well there are no trade secrets under your roof that aren’t already Bailey secrets. ”
I turned and sucked her finger into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. She was right. I might have a case if she worked for any other company but Copper Summit. But Darin had taught me what he knew and encouraged me to use it all.
He’d also taught his children. He’d told me he planned to do the same as soon as each kid turned sixteen.
They’d start by mopping the distillery floors and then move up.
All of them had one major advantage I didn’t—more time with Darin Bailey.
Wynn was so knowledgeable about the product, she could probably take one of my proprietary recipes and deduce what had gone into it from taste alone.
She drew her finger out of my mouth and squeezed my chin. “You know I’m right.”
I wasn’t admitting anything.
She rolled her eyes and reached for her bra, which was half falling off the front seat. With me still hard inside her, she slipped it on. “I wanted to get to know the real Myles Foster. And now I know why I was so forgettable.”
Dismay swept over me, settling heavy on my chest. She knew the real me better than anyone on the planet. “So you’re done with me?” While I was still inside her?
Was I ready to be done with her?
“No, Myles. You’re going to stay for the funeral. You should’ve seen the way Mama waited for you. If you leave, none of us will forgive you. And you’re going to talk to my brothers.” She leaned down to get her dress, which was draped over her boots.
If she kept wiggling on me, I’d have to test the capacity of the damn condom. “Christ, Wynn. You need to get off me, or we’re going to break the condom.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes, and she scrambled to get off. I was a top-shelf prick, but that was nothing new. I took the condom off, tied it, and found a tissue in the glove compartment to wrap it in.
“I don’t owe your brothers anything,” I said as I stuffed myself back into my pants. Straightening my clothes was more difficult.
She shrugged into her dress and puffed hair out of her face. “You can do things without owing people.” She gave me a pointed look. “Or without them owing you.”
“I don’t have to explain myself, how about that?”
“You don’t have to, but you can.”
“Fuck no.”
She picked up the remnants of her underwear and frowned.
I snatched them from her and stuffed them into my pocket.
The little scrap barely made a bulge. She lifted her gaze to mine.
“The tension between you and my brothers will be hard on Mama. My brothers are Mainline right now. Think of them like that.”
Grinding my teeth, I glowered out the windshield, ignoring her steady gaze on me. I owed Mae. Directly and by proxy for everything Darin had done for me. Mae would never collect, and that was why I couldn’t just drive away.
I was here, and leaving would make Mae feel like she’d done something wrong. “I’ll go back with you, but I’m not explaining a damn thing.”
“That’s fine,” she said sweetly. “You can stay with me while I explain.”
“No.” Her underwear was in my pocket. I wasn’t facing her brothers while she still glowed from an orgasm I’d given her.
“Please, Myles. I’ve felt like shit lying to them, but I didn’t want them to get involved—or to give you hell about me.”
She’d shielded me? Technically, she would’ve been the one bringing trouble to my doorstep, but I was stuck on the way she’d protected me. “You want me to stand in front of your family with your underwear in my pocket?”
“Yeah.” She adjusted in her seat until she was sitting on her dress. “Let’s go.”