Insatiable

Chapter 31 #2

“Don’t you go putting words into my mouth,” I say.

“I’m just saying, we have to be more careful.

We’re both recognizable these days. Your patience will pay off…

later.” I flash him a suggestive smile. “Now, be good. There will be no such thing as finding a quiet place for hanky-panky.” I set him straight.

“We’re going to be in a group. The last thing I need is to walk around looking like a hot mess with hair that screams, styled-by-the-just-been-fucked school of hairstyling. ”

“I am being good.” He moves closer. “If I weren’t, I’d tell you to take off your panties and hand them to me as punishment for that smart-ass response. You know how much you love it when I demand you walk around commando when we go out… our little secret an’ all.”

I bite my lip, my brain working overtime.

What to do? What to do?

The suggestion is insanely naughty and sexy.

I absolutely love it when he goes all alpha on me like this.

When he forces me to go commando, I’m usually so wet and turned on by the end of the evening, I don’t know what to do with myself.

By the time we get back to our place, my pussy is usually weeping with excitement, we don’t even make it to the bedroom.

You’d think that after living together for two months, we’d get enough of each other. Nope. That’s not the case. I crave him more and more.

However, a tour of a bourbon distillery implies people standing at a close distance. The focus should be on the aroma of the bourbon… not on the scent of my desperate pussy. Decorum demands restraint.

I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it with his response.

“Maybe it’s pushing the envelope for tonight.”

I’m relieved we’re on the same page.

“I won’t demand you remove your panties, and since I have no idea how the distillery is laid out, I’ll nix the idea of a quick fuck. But, I need something to keep me going until I have you all to myself later tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, what exactly do you need?”

His hand travels underneath my dress.

I groan as his fingers trail up my thigh.

His pupils dilate at the sound.

“Rhett… we shouldn’t.” It’s a weak plea, but it’s a plea nonetheless.

“We both know you like a little dirty action outdoors.”

His fingers continue their exploration. He pushes my panties aside, and slides his digits between my pussy lips.

Dear God.

The other downside of not seeing Rhett for long stretches of time is keeping up with his feral nature. This man’s voracious appetite for me is beyond reason. Not that I’d want to change a thing.

My eyes scan the parking lot over his shoulder.

“Want me to stop?” He narrows his eyes.

“This isn’t a good idea.”

“You want me to stop, or not?”

There he goes again with the difficult questions.

His finger skates over my engorged clit.

I gasp.

“You think you’re protesting, but the way you buck your hips, riding my finger, suggests otherwise. Your wet pussy is another giveaway.”

I’m still not immune to the filthy things that come flying out of his gorgeous mouth.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be.

“Admit it, Carina. You like what I’m doing to you.”

His masterful fingers rob me of all thought.

“You like knowing someone might be watching. They can’t see me finger-fucking you because the door serves as a shield, but they can see your face. And darlin’, the lust veiling your eyes is unmistakable.”

I could deny it, but what’s the point? I’m squirming in my seat, grinding my clit against his finger.

When he pinches my clit between two fingers, I buck forward, dropping my forehead against his chest.

Then, everything stops.

I lift my head.

“Weren’t you the one saying this wasn’t a good idea?” He turns my words against me.

“You’re an evil man. Are you withholding my climax again?”

He’s been known to be ruthless. It’s a major turn on, but right now, I’m desperate.

“Nah. That’s not what this is about.” His smile is slow, and I’m tempted to wipe it off his face with a long, languorous kiss.

“Then what is it?” Why is he torturing me? “If you’re going to start something, you have to finish it.”

“Feisty.” He brings his wet fingers to my mouth, and I lick them.

Damn, I love when he does that.

“If I take you to the brink, you’re so loud, we’ll get busted.”

I open my mouth to argue, and he cocks an eyebrow.

He does have a good point. “Okay, maybe I am a little loud.”

“A little? Sure,” He sneers. “You were preaching the virtues of patience. Time to take a page out of your own book.”

I curse myself for that.

A cocky smile tugs at his mouth. “This way, we’ll both be hungry for each other.”

“Okay.” My response is a whisper.

“Until then”—he runs his fingers under his nose and inhales—”your heady scent will serve as the memory of being inside you.”

Dear God.

“Every time we lock eyes, you’ll know I’m counting the hours until I fuck you silly and fill you with my cum.”

I have no words.

Rhett readjusts my dress.

I smooth my hand over my hair, hoping I still look decent. There isn’t much I can do about my burning cheeks.

“Here’s something to add to the list,” he says, pulling my attention to him. “We’ll break in your new cowgirl boots when we get back home.”

I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. “Isn’t that what I’m doing by wearing them?”

He shakes his head. “I’m talking about the heels of those beauties banging against my naked ass as I drive my cock inside you as an additional early birthday gift.”

Oh.

My.

God.

I’m so turned on, I could ignite.

Now, I have to walk around with my clit throbbing with need.

I doubt I’ll ever be a match for this man’s dirty mind.

Rhett helps me out of the truck.

When I’m standing in front of him, he drops a soft kiss on my forehead. “Ready for some good bourbon?”

“If I’m going to be deprived of an orgasm, booze is the next best thing.”

He laughs.

“Let’s get some bourbon into you, then.” He reaches for his Stetson before closing and locking the door

“Booze feels like a consolation prize. Since beggars can’t be choosers, I’ll take it.”

He laughs again.

With my feet firmly on the ground, and now that my body isn’t humming with as much desire, I survey my surroundings. “This is breathtaking.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Rhett says. “There’s a lot more wow factor behind the building. I was told this is one of the most romantic riverside spots in the area.”

I look up at him. “Sounds like we’re going to have a great time.”

“We are,” he says. “Let’s go. I told Jenkins and the girls to wait for us inside.”

“Lead the way.”

With our fingers interlaced, we stroll towards the front door.

We walk inside the building.

“Hello,” a perky blonde with brown eyes says. She’s wearing a light blue polo shirt with the distillery’s logo embroidered on it. “My name is Leah-Marie. Welcome to the Redbridge Bourbon Distillery.”

“Hello,” Rhett says.

“Good afternoon,” I say.

“You must be here for the six p.m. tour,” she says.

“We are,” I say at the same time as my boyfriend says, “You got that right.”

“We still have time, but we already have a group waiting,” Leah-Marie says.

I frown. “There are more people here?”

“Yes,” Leah-Marie says. “We’re at capacity for the last tour of the day.”

“Where are the other trucks and cars?” I frown. “All but two trucks, your parking lot is deserted.”

“It’s a medium size group. They all came via chauffeured rides. My guess is they’ll be barhopping after this.”

“It makes sense. And it’s the safe way to go if you intend on partying the night away.”

“Exactly,” our hostess says. “We’re dealing with a responsible bunch, and I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Is it okay if I keep my truck parked out front next to my buddy’s?”

“It’s no problem,” Leah-Marie says.

“Good,” Rhett says. “My friend Jenkins and two other people should already be here.”

“Yes, all three are already inside the distillery with the group,” Leah-Marie says. “That’s where the tour starts.”

I nod.

“The distillery is located inside a gorgeous timber-frame building and it’s the perfect location to give a crash course in tasting and a bit of history on Redbridge Bourbon Distillery.

” Leah-Marie keeps talking. “Once you get the basics, we’ll give you a quick tour of the renovated premises.

There are lots of great spots to take selfies. ”

“Noted,” I say.

“Sounds good,” Rhett says.

“If you’ll follow me,” Leah-Marie says.

“Lead the way.” Rhett extends his arm.

We follow Leah-Marie hand-in-hand.

The interior of the distillery is decorated in a modern, contemporary, rustic style. In many ways, it reminds me of the same stylish combination I’ve seen at Riley, Hunter’s, and Jake’s houses. It’s also reminiscent of the house I used to live in on their property.

“We’re here,” Leah-Marie says when we reach a closed barn door. She pulls it open and invites me to step inside.

I smile at her. “Thank you.”

I step inside the distillery.

“SURPRISE!” A chorus of voices erupts.

Freaked out, I gasp and bring my hands to my face to cover my mouth.

What the hell?

I flip around to look at my boyfriend. “What’s going on?”

A cocky grin stretches his lips. “What does it look like?”

I turn around again, jaw dropped, eyes bouncing from left to right as I take in the familiar faces.

Everyone is here—my cousin from LA and her husband, Mani, my parents, my seven brothers and their better halves—some sisters-in-law, some girlfriends, some fiancées—the little army of nephews and nieces, and my grandparents on both sides.

Jenkins, his girlfriend, and April are here.

Riley, Miranda, Allison, Hunter, Jake, and a few colleagues from Happy Belly also showed up.

Unbelievable.

As I soak it all in with a goofy smile on my face, my father starts a countdown.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” The crowd shouts their wish on cue. Then, they launch into the song for the occasion. The nonnas sing along Tanti auguri a te. You can’t convince those women to sing the song in English even after a lifetime living in this country.

“Thank you, everybody,” I say when they finish. “That still doesn’t absolve any of you.” I narrow my eyes at the group of family and friends, wagging a parental finger at them.

“What do you mean, cupcake?” The amusement in Mom’s voice is evident.

“All of you are accomplices.” I point an accusing finger around the room. “You all knew this was coming and no one even dropped a hint.”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew,” Mani says.

That may be the case, but I’m unwilling to give her an inch. “You of all people, Veronica Mancini.”

She winks.

I grin.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Daddy shrugs. “We were sworn to secrecy.” His eyes move over my head.

Everyone laughs.

I turn to face the culprit. “Rhett Sullivan, what have you done?”

He approaches me and places his hands on my shoulders.

“My girl is turning twenty-five in two days.” He drops a kiss against my lips. “You bet I’m going to make a big deal of it.”

“But, when? How?” I’m so elated, I can’t find my words. “When did you manage to find the time? You were away and when you got back, you were swamped at the ranch.”

“That production was a little white lie,” he says.

I narrow my gaze at him. “What does that mean?”

“Yes, I was at the ranch later than usual, but it wasn’t related to work. I needed a private place to make sure everything for this weekend was well oiled. It was a safe place to hold meetings with my helpers––your boss, my bosses, Miranda, Allison, Jenkins, and April.”

“You tricked me?”

“How else was I going to make this happen for my girl?”

I can’t believe he went to all this trouble for me.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” I say, as a flood of tears stream down my cheeks.

“This was never meant to make you cry.” The concern in his voice tugs at my heart.

I blink. “They’re happy tears.”

“Today’s supposed to be, just happy.” He whispers the words against my lips. “Let’s go say hi to everybody.”

“Rhett Sullivan, you’re incredible.”

“I’ve been told.” He winks.

I laugh.

“Seriously, darlin’, I’m so proud you’re mine. I’d do anything for you.” He embraces me in his arms and holds me tight. “A celebration on Sunday would’ve killed the element of surprise. You would’ve seen it coming a mile away. I wanted to railroad you.”

“Mission accomplished.”

“Come on, let’s go greet your guests,” Rhett says.

With my hand in his, I step towards the crowd of loved ones.

I’m giddy.

I make my way around the room kissing and hugging every last person. And there’s a little—okay, a lot of—crying.

My feet haven’t quite touched the ground yet by the time Rhett and I come to stand next to Daddy and Mom.

My father smiles. “Is it time for champagne yet?”

Rhett jerks his head towards the crowd. “Let’s ask the people.”

“I like the way you think, son.”

My head jerks back in surprise.

Son? Whoa.

My bewildered eyes meet my father’s matching blue ones. His lips curl in a lop-sided smile.

I shift my gaze to my boyfriend.

Rhett is as taken aback as I am.

I’m relieved I’m not the only one.

This level of acceptance coming from Daddy is touching and highly unexpected.

I look at my mother.

“Rhett is part of the family, cupcake,” she says with a shrug.

“He is.” I nod, swallowing down another wave of emotions. Rhett Sullivan has officially been adopted by the Callahans. I glance up at my man. “Did you hear that?”

He nods. “I did and I’m damn proud.” My heart is about to burst with happiness. Rhett steals his gaze away from me and moves his attention to our friends and family. “What do you think, guys? Should we pop open the champagne?” Rhett turns Daddy’s question to the crowd.

Our friends and family offer rowdy answers.

“It’s about darn time.” That last reply came from Riley.

Rhett nods at Leah-Marie, and right on cue the doors fly open. A group of servers burst into the room, trays of champagne and appetizers weighing down their hands.

Happy birthday to me.