Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Fergus could only stare at Thea as she stood in the open doorway, too shocked by her sudden appearance to be able to respond to what she’d said.
“Is that my cue to end the call?” Magnus drawled through the speakerphone.
“Yes, you can fuck right off,” Fergus dismissed distractedly as he continued to stare at Thea.
She was wearing a deep gold-colored silk camisole and matching shorts she had obviously changed into earlier to sleep in. They were the same deep gold color as her eyes.
The thin camisole straps left her slender shoulders and arms bare and revealed the slope of her uptilted breasts. The shorts rested low on her hips, her legs bare and slender.
Her reddish-brown hair was slightly tousled, as if she had been to sleep but woken up again and had now come downstairs in search of…
Him?
“I came downstairs for a glass of water.” Thea’s explanation immediately dispelled that thought. “I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d take another couple of painkillers.”
That hope?
Jesus, this obsession was getting out of hand!
Getting?
It was already way out of his control.
“Nice to meet you, Thea,” His brother’s voice sounded slightly hollow through the speakerphone.
“Magnus,” she returned, revealing that she had overheard enough of their conversation to at least know who Fergus was talking to.
What else had she heard?
“I’m sorry you’re having a few problems at the moment.” Magnus continued his conversation with Thea. “Not the least being having to put up with my pain-in-the-arse brother. Oops, sorry, Fergus, I probably shouldn’t have said that, under the circumstances,” he taunted insincerely.
Fergus scowled when he saw the fiery blush now coloring Thea’s cheeks. “I thought I told you to fuck off,” he snapped at his twin.
“Since when have I ever done anything you told—” The sentence wasn’t finished because Fergus had pressed the End Call button.
“I apologize. You obviously overheard me talking about you, us, this…” he fumbled for the right word as he waved a hand between the two of them, “with my brother. I just… You were on my mind, and…” He drew in a controlling breath before continuing. “Mag and I have always had an emotional connection that tells us when the other one is upset. It’s a twin thing, I think. When he called me a short time ago to ask me what was wrong, I just blurted it all out. ‘It’ being my having kissed you,” he hurried to explain. “Along with my sudden fixation on your… Shit, stop talking, Fergus. You’re just making this situation worse.” He closed his eyes as he muttered to himself.
As if doing so could even begin to shut out the awkwardness of this situation.
* * *
Thea could see and feel Fergus’s discomfort. She just had no idea whether he felt that way because she had overheard him talking to his brother about something so intimate, or because she was the recipient of his confusion over those feelings and had obviously overheard some of their conversation.
Most of it, by the sound of it.
She was momentarily distracted by the fact Fergus was still wearing the jeans and thin green sweater he had changed into earlier before cooking their dinner.
The latter clung to his wide chest and muscular shoulders, the sleeves of the sweater pushed up to just below his elbows. His dark blue jeans molded to the contour of his waist and hips.
As Thea had thought might be the case, he looked even sexier in casual clothing, with his hair tousled as if he had been running his hands through it, than he did in a suit. And he was breathtaking in a suit.
“Did you mean it?” Fergus finally prompted. “That you’re curious about—about?—”
“Having my bottom caressed and then bitten?” she finished ruefully. “Well, it’s something to think about, at least.”
He winced. “But not something you’re interested in ever becoming a reality?”
She gave a smile at how telling his deliberately casual tone was: her answer mattered to him. “What are you going to do with it after you’ve bitten it?”
“Kiss it better,” he came back instantly.
Thea couldn’t help but chuckle at the raw honesty of his answer, even as a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. “That sounds…intriguing.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“I won’t really know until after the deed is done,” she came back ruefully.
Fergus stilled, eyeing her warily. As if she were an unexploded bomb that might blow up in his face.
Maybe she was?
Because Thea’s physical response to Fergus—her nipples were engorged and visibly poking against the silk material of her camisole, and the wet heat between her thighs was dampening her sleep shorts—was way off the charts to anything she had ever felt for any other man.
Martin was twenty-seven, and he seemed like nothing but a boy compared to the inborn self-confidence and experience Fergus exuded without even thinking about it.
Probably because he was self-confident and experienced!
Whereas Thea was…well, neither of those things.
Oh, she had the self-confidence to be able to do her job. To be any other way when teaching teenagers would have had those pupils reducing her to nothing more than a blubbering mess crying in the corner of the classroom. Kids weren’t just cruel in the face of weakness, they could be heartless.
Her private life was something else entirely.
Maybe it was all those years of having her needs and desires ignored by her mother, more so than ever after her father died. Or perhaps it was that Martin had been the last in a long line of men whose interest in her had ultimately proven to be less than genuine once he discovered who her stepfather was and how wealthy her mother was because of that marriage.
Some of the men she had dated had run after discovering her connection to Andrei Yegorov. Others, like Martin, ultimately showed they were only interested in the wealth the Russian oligarch represented.
Fergus had made it obvious he had no interest in Andrei’s money. He also knew exactly who Andrei was in her life, and Lev, and most especially her mother, and he had still kissed her and wanted to bite her arse.
He had sounded less than happy about that when he spoke to his brother, not just because of who she was, but because he sounded troubled by the attraction he felt to a woman so much younger than him.
As if that mattered.
Magnus was right. If the attraction was there, then age became inconsequential.
If that was true, how did she go about letting Fergus know that was how she felt?
Considering the reason the two of them had met ten years ago, however briefly, honesty was probably her best policy.
* * *
“Does your head still hurt?” Fergus prompted guardedly when the silence between them had become too charged for his comfort. “Do I need to call?—”
“No, my head doesn’t still hurt,” she said, cutting him off. “But I do have an ache.” Her golden gaze remained steady on his.
He moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue before speaking. “Where do you ache?”
She unfastened the tie at the front of her sleep shorts, allowing the silky garment to fall down to her ankles before stepping out of them. “Right here.” She turned slightly so that the gorgeous curve of one of her bare bottom cheeks was visible. “Are you going to kiss it better?”
“I’m going to bite it first.” Fergus strode over to where she still stood near the doorway, before turning her fully away from him and falling to his knees.
That bared bottom, the pert one he had been coveting for the past two days, was now directly in front of him.
The warmth of Thea’s creamy skin was as smooth as silk and just as soft, Fergus discovered after individually cupping those globes in his hands.
His breathing hitched and then became labored as he squeezed those twin cheeks in his hands before bending forward slightly to sink his teeth into that delicious flesh.
“Ouch!” Thea turned to look at him, obviously surprised that he had carried out his stated desire to bite her arse.
“Delicious,” Fergus kissed where he had bitten before watching as his fingers dug into the smoothness of her skin. He squeezed and parted those two mounds to expose the shadowed entrance between them.
He had told Magnus that he had never had anal sex, and the truth was he had never been in the least interested in doing so.
Until now.
Now he couldn’t stop his thoughts from imagining his dick buried between these perfect bottom cheeks. After he had stretched and lubricated that entrance, of course. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt Thea.
Thea Morgan , he reminded himself.
Hell, he no longer cared who she was related to, who he was, or anything about their mutual past. He just wanted Thea. To lick and taste all of her.
To be able to do that, he needed access to all of her.
* * *
Thea gave a surprised squeak when Fergus stood up to spin her round to face him before placing his hands on her bottom and lifting her.
She instinctively wound her arms about his neck and her legs about his waist. “What— Oh,” she acknowledged as Fergus carried her across the room, one of his arms sweeping everything off the desktop, before he placed her down on the now-uncluttered surface.
He kept his weight on his arms as he came down on top of her, then claimed her lips in a deep and hungry kiss.
Thea kissed him back, their tongues dueling, as the kiss grew hungrier still. Longer. Deeper. Out of control.
She was breathing hard and slightly dazed by the time Fergus raised his head to look at her.
“If you want me to stop, now is the time to tell me,” he warned even as he knelt between her legs.
Thea didn’t reply. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted this. Wanted Fergus.
Instead, she watched him as his gaze became fixed between her thighs, and he slowly lowered his head. He was humming slightly as he rasped his tongue slowly along the length of her slit before that tongue twirled and licked her pulsing clitoris.
Thea’s hips rose instinctively off the desk, seeking the pleasure of having that tongue press harder against that sensitive bud. His humming turned to a vibrating growl that reached deep inside her as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth, tongue raking it over and over again.
Her orgasm took her completely by surprise, throwing her into a maelstrom of sensations, all of them pleasurable, as Fergus licked and swallowed her release.
She tensed before becoming completely mindless when Fergus used that release to moisten his fingers before stroking them along and then against the sensitive entrance of her bottom.
Strange, Thea had never realized before now that her bottom was sensitive. But the moment Fergus’s thumb pressed against that rosette, demanding entry, at the same time that his lips and tongue laved and sucked her clit, her body exploded in a second orgasm.
Thea could only stare up at him when he rose back to his feet to push up her camisole, his gaze devouring her bared breasts. He lowered his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth while one of his hands moved to caress and squeeze its twin.
His other hand, Thea acknowledged through the haze of two orgasms, and the third one building inside her, was wrapped around his bared and impressively thick and aroused cock as he pumped it to the same rhythm as he sucked on her nipple. Sometime during her second orgasm, he must have unfastened his jeans and released his engorged cock.
Seeing that large hand wrapped around and pumping that arousal was enough to hurtle Thea into her third orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful,” Fergus groaned as he straightened, his gaze devouring every inch of her as his hand moved faster along his aroused length.
Thea gasped as his gaze settled between her thighs before his other hand moved to caress and press against her sensitive nub. She was too sensitive after three orgasms. Too?—
“Don’t move,” Fergus instructed gruffly as she tried to squirm away from those caressing fingers. “I need—” He gave a low groan as his release shot from the bulbous end of his cock, and rope after rope of his cum decorated Thea’s abdomen and breasts.