Chapter 3
Chapter three
Maisie
I didn’t pack anything sexy to wear this weekend. Part of me thought Zoe was kidding when she said she was going to set me up with some sort of love god as a wedding gift.
What’s worse is now that I know Brecken is the real deal, it’s impossible to stop fantasizing about him. To make matters even dicier, my fiancé hasn’t called, which is … typical.
Sometimes, I feel I’m the only one who puts any effort into our relationship. Did we get engaged too soon?
Isn’t Calder the least bit worried he might lose me to someone else? I’ll bet the answer is no, because he doesn’t need to concern himself with anything, never has. His family is loaded. His entire existence has been handed to him on a silver platter.
I’m not going to call him this time. For once, I’ll be the one to wait and see how long it takes for him to touch base with me.
I get out of the tub and dry myself off with the resort’s thick, fluffy towels and slather myself in their heavenly tangerine and vanilla lotion. Then I pad into the main room and slip into the slinky, sheer nightie I picked up at the boutique this afternoon.
Brecken’s instructions, words I’ve never heard anyone say in my life, have been playing on repeat in my brain.
He wants me wet. He wants to see my nipples hard.
As if me being turned on would be an issue.
I grin, thinking about the way he kissed me last night.
Just the thought of seeing Brecken again has had me turned on all day.
Three loud knocks snap me out of my daydream. Things are about to get real.
I take a deep breath, hold my head up and slowly walk to the door, reminding myself to do better, and really go for it. This time, I’ll show him how much I want him, like any decent wife would …
Even though I’m prepared, I’m still surprised he’s ten times better-looking than I remembered.
“Hi gorgeous,” I give him the silkiest, most seductive voice I can muster. “I’ve missed you so much today.” I tug him into the room before he has a chance to speak.
“What a dutiful little student you are,” he teases, sliding a hand up the side of my thigh and under my dress where he gives my bare ass a squeeze. “No bra, no panties. I’ll bet you’ve been wet all day just thinking of me.”
“Guilty as charged, husband.” I press against his erection, remembering how he said every man needs to feel wanted.
I must be doing something right, because my heart is thudding, and I’m so desperate for him, I’m practically dripping.
He skips the formalities, cups my face in his enormous hands, and crashes his lips down on mine, stealing my breath.
His kiss is fierce, demanding, and primal.
In any place, at any time, in any language, the message is clear.
“Open your legs, little darlin’”, his voice rumbles through me. “Move against my thigh like you can’t help yourself, like I’m everything you need.”
It’s hard to imagine wanting Brecken more. He deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with mine as he pulls me closer. I spread my legs and rub my bare crotch against the rough denim on his thick thigh. “You’re all I want.”
He breaks the kiss, and trails his full lips down my jaw, my neck, with his stubble scratching my skin, making me lose my mind. When he grips my butt, guiding my movements, urging me on, I practically come on his leg.
“That’s it,” he husks in a low growl. “Use me. Take what you need.”
I clutch his shoulders, lost in the feel of him, his taste, and his intoxicating, delicious scent, as the pressure builds in my core. “Oh, Brecken.”
“Such an excellent student,” he moans, pulling back, capturing my stare with his lust coated blue eyes.
For whatever reason, the way he looks at me feels more intimate than our kisses.
“Did you know, you’re the perfect size for my hand,” he asks softly, cupping my breast. He squeezes my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and twists.
“Brecken, if you keep doing that, I swear, I’m going to come.”
“Then I’ll make you come again,” he chuckles, obviously pleased with himself.
There’s no doubt, he’s had a lot of practice.
“How hard can you make these little cherries for me?” In a heartbeat, he drops to his knees and cups my left breast again before bringing it to his lips and sucking me through my negligee.
I let out a groan, feeling the tension rise in my belly. “Seriously, I think I’m going to climax before either of us takes our clothes off.”
Brecken grins against my skin and sweeps his hands around my ass. I know he’s checking to feel how wet I am from behind. “Such a good girl, all naked and juicy for me. Show me how much you’ve been thinking about my cock, Maisie. Kiss it. Suck it, like it’s yours forever.”
He pulls away from me, and I watch him kick off his boots, unbuckle his belt, and take his jeans and underwear off. For a second, I’m in shock, staring at a stranger’s massive erection.
When I told Zoe I didn’t have a lot of experience in the bedroom, I wasn’t exaggerating. I’ve only been with two men. My boyfriend from high school and college, and my fiancé. Neither of them was as handsome or as well-endowed as Brecken.
I sink to my knees on the thick plush carpet. With my heart pounding in my chest, I reach out tentatively, wrapping my hand around his length, feeling the smooth, hot skin pulse against my palm. When I look up at him, his eyes sear into mine with a mix of scorching hunger and anticipation.
“Is this okay?” I ask softly, leaning in and pressing my lips to his bulging tip. His body tenses on contact and a low hiss escapes his teeth.
“Just like that,” he groans, gently cupping the back of my head.
I open my mouth wider and take him in another inch, then two, while swirling my tongue around his shaft, tasting his salty, taut skin. Brecken’s breath hitches, and he tangles his fingers in my hair, guiding but not forcing me.
His hips begin to move in sync with me as I find a rhythm, taking him deeper, feeling his body coiling like a spring.
“That’s enough,” he growls, surprising me by suddenly stepping back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not a thing. I’ve been thinking about you since the second I left this room last night, and I want to be inside you when I come.
” He pulls me to my feet for a frantic kiss before he slips a hand to my waist and spins me around.
Hot breath spreads over my neck as he kisses my tingling flesh, while pressing his hard, insistent erection against me from behind.
His hands trace the curves of my hips before sliding up to cup my breasts again.
I gasp when he pinches my nipples, sending jolts of bliss to my core.
“Now, you’re going to hold on to the back of that couch,” he rasps in my ear, lifting and walking me the few feet to the sofa as the cool air whispers under my nightie.
“Bend over,” he commands in a growl, and I lean forward, bracing my hands on the nubby upholstery.
He massages my ass before his foot nudges my ankles, spreading me wide, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
His breath quickens as he slides a calloused hand between my legs and probes me with his fingers.
“So ready,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me.
I hear the smile in his voice, and needily push back against him.
This is all happening so fast, it feels like the lessons are finished, and our primal instincts have taken over. I’ve never wanted to be fucked more.
He guides himself, rubbing the head of his cock against my slippery entrance. I try to meet him and take him in, but he holds me firm, teasing, drawing out my desperation, until I’m begging, “Please,” I whimper, gripping the edge of the sofa.
With a smooth, swift thrust, he’s inside me, filling me, stretching me.
I cry out, arching my back, struggling to adjust to his size.
My world goes blurry as I squeeze my eyes shut, savoring his thrusts, getting rougher and needier by the second, the perfect pace.
He’s unlocking a secret place within me I never knew I had.
The slap of skin-on-skin echoes off the windows. The sweat trickles down my spine, as he plunges into me again and again.
“You feel like heaven,” he grunts.
I can barely form words. “You do too,” I manage to whisper. “Don’t stop.”
He kisses the dip between my neck and shoulders. “Never, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he growls, and I hate to admit, I wish it were true. We only have one more night, and it isn’t enough.
“Let me feel you come, Maisie.” His deliberate, masterful hand slides down my lower back and around to my front.
I’m so focused on where his fingers are heading, I forget to breathe.
When he reaches my clit and starts circling it slowly, I gasp, writhing, seeking that perfect friction.
He slides his hand up my belly, pushing me tighter against him, driving his stiff cock into me, again and again.
“Harder.” I whimper, about to go over the edge.
“Ride me like I’m your husband,” he commands in a serious voice I haven’t heard before.
“Milk my seed. Take it all.” His huge hands jerk my hips back so he can thrust even deeper.
His words sizzle against my skin. I’m so close I can taste it.
His fingers are relentless, circling faster, grinding harder, and my orgasm hits so suddenly and so hard I forget where I am.
I throw my head back against him as my pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing him with each pulse.
He shudders, right there with me, his hands vise-tight on my hips, holding me as he grunts and dives into me.
“Fuck, Maisie,” he cries out, making a guttural sound. I feel him swell and climax inside me, as the heat of his release spills into me. He buries his face in my neck, breathing me in.
Neither of us moves for a long moment. My shaky arms give out, and I collapse forward toward the couch.
“Are you okay?” Brecken tucks his hands under me and lifts me into his arms.
I peer up at him, as he effortlessly carries me to the bed, still not believing what we just did was real and not some fantasy. He gently brings me down with him on the mattress so we’re facing each other.
Brecken stares straight into my eyes with a softness I didn’t expect from such a rugged, alpha male. It’s as if he’s letting me see every unspoken thought. There’s heat there too, and something vulnerable that connects with me on a level I’m not used to.
The rest of his face is pure magic, and I can’t stop staring. His skin is sun-bronzed and warm, with faint laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. A small, faded scar sits above his left eyebrow, high on his forehead, just under his hairline and it only makes him more handsome.
His strong, square jaw is shadowed with dark stubble, and when the corner of his mouth lifts in the smallest smile, a tiny dimple appears. I want to reach out and kiss it.
“Did I pass the riding lesson?”
He traces circles on my thigh. “You’re like a dream come true,” he finally says, and I almost laugh because I believe him. I inch closer to his lips, and he kisses me. Not the hungry, frantic kisses from before, but slow and sweet in a way that unnerves me. Something inside me is breaking open.
I invite him to stay the night, but he has to get an early start in the morning. When he rises and starts getting dressed, I hate it.
I don’t want him to go, but I have no idea how this—lesson? Hook-up? Situation? Whatever we’re supposed to call it—works. But I do know he isn’t mine to keep, and it’s not my place to make any demands.
“We have one more date,” I remind him and myself of our agreement.
“We do.” He cocks his head and smiles as he buttons his shirt.
A few brown strands of his tousled thick hair fall across his forehead.
I have to fight the urge to get up, brush them off his face and kiss the hell out of him.
Instead, I stay where I am and sadly watch as he tugs his boots on, wishing there was something I could do to make him stay.
He strolls back to me with a sexy swagger and reaches down, brushing his fingers over my cheek gently, as though I was made of antique glass.
“Thank you for trusting me sweetheart.” Brecken bends, kissing me tenderly, and I melt into him, hoping he’ll claim me as his all over again. “Sweet dreams, Maisie.”
Reluctantly, he pulls back and straightens, staring down at me on the bed with a mysterious smile. I have no idea what he’s thinking, but I grin too. It’s impossible not to, and we just stare at each other like goofballs who can’t believe their luck.
“Same time tomorrow?”