Gone Country (36 page)

She blinked.

“And I’m going to torture you. By the time I’m ready to let you come, you won’t give a damn who hears you scream.”

That comment made her wetter yet, but she said, “We’ll see.”

“So we shall. Hook your legs over the arms of that chair. I want to see every inch of your cunt.”

Bossy man. Ooh, and dirty words too. She shifted into position, her heart speeding up.

“Play with your nipples. The only place I want to see those hands is on your tits. Understand?”

She nodded.

He held her drink to her lips. “Wet your mouth now, because your throat will be really dry after all the yelling you’re about to do.”

“You’re pretty damn sure of yourself, tycoon.”

For just an instant, Gavin’s confidence faltered. Then he flashed her the most wolfish, most feral male grin she’d ever seen. “Yep. Drink up.”

Rielle knocked back half the liquid in one swallow.

Gavin drained the remainder. Then he dropped to his knees and put his cold mouth on her belly button. Then keeping his eyes on hers, he fished a piece of ice out of her drink and popped it into his mouth.

“Oh no,” she breathed.

His response was to clamp that half-moon shaped sliver of ice between his teeth and trace her slit. When he reached the opening to her pussy, he pushed the ice into her channel, holding it there.

Her hot tissues clamped down on the ice and his tongue. She gasped. Then his tongue was stroking inside her. Hot. Cold. Hot.

The ice started to melt. Gavin licked, lapped and slurped, while he emitted hungry noises.

She just about lost her mind.

No. Stay in control. Don’t make a sound.

“Goddamn you taste so fucking good. Tart like honey and warm like sunshine. I could do this all day.” He glanced up at her. “Tug on your nipples. I know how crazy that gets you.”

“Gavin—”

“Do. It.”

Rielle pinched hard enough she let out a whimper.

“That’s it.” He dragged his mouth between her hipbones, gifting her skin with sucking kisses. He nipped the inside of her thighs from her knee to the outer curve of her ass. Not soft nibbles, but with enough force she held her breath, waiting for, wanting the next sting. He licked the crease behind her knee.

She started to shake. Soon she might beg.

He just laughed. Pulling back the skin above her clit, he blew a stream of hot air across her swollen tissues, but his mouth never connected with her sex.

A frustrated noise escaped her.

“Feel like screaming yet?” he murmured against her lower belly. “Or do you intend to be stubborn?”

Rielle bit her lip and groaned.

Gavin kissed straight down her mound, stopping above her clit. He lifted his face and looked at her. Waiting.

Her head, her body yelled,
please please please! Give him what he wants
, but her vocal cords weren’t cooperating.

“Your eyes are begging me. But not your mouth.” He rapidly flicked the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue.

Her entire body broke out in chill bumps. She canted her pelvis and she moaned, hoping that was enough verbal encouragement.

He suckled her clit so thoroughly she felt the press of his teeth against her flesh. Then he stopped.

“Pinch your nipples. Imagine me using my teeth on them. Like this.” He pulled her pussy lips into his mouth and bit down, releasing the sharp bite of pain that only increased her pleasure.

She felt more cream sliding from her pussy and a scream rising in her throat.

“Use those hands, Rielle.”

She began pinching the tips with her thumb and forefinger, matching the rhythm of her blood pulsing in her throat. Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips but it didn’t help.

Gavin tormented her. Licking and sucking. Fucking her pussy with one finger, then two, and finally with his tongue. Driving her to the edge of bliss and then yanking her back.

When she didn’t make a sound, he started over from the top.

When his naughty tongue rimmed her anus, her face heated. The swirling, teasing wetness brought the sensitive tissues alive. She felt like a total pervert for liking it and she tried to scoot away.

He warned, “Don’t. Move. Again.”

Gavin’s soft kisses on her pussy and rough caresses broke her last thread of control.

Rielle surrendered to him completely, wondering why she’d tried to retain any control, when his every touch, every lick, every kiss, everything he did to her…was exactly what she wanted. She let loose a long, deep moan.

His eyes were dark with triumph. Then his face was between her breasts and he captured a nipple, making more of those greedy male noises. “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.” He lifted her out of the chair.

As soon as they were face to face, his mouth took possession of hers. The kiss was a war of wills until her spine met a solid surface and Gavin’s upper body pressed hers flat.

His hands moved between them to grip his cock. Teasing her clit with the flared head until she writhed. Then he poised the tip against her opening.

The pause before that first thrust was excruciating, her body was strung so tight.

His breath was hot on her ear. “Ree.”

“Please.”

“Scream.” His lips, brushing the shell of her ear, set a jolt of electricity zipping through her. “Scream. My. Fucking. Name.” He slammed into her so hard the table rocked beneath her.

She screamed as the orgasm steamrolled her. Her nails dug into the back of his neck. Her legs locked around his flexing hips. The waves crashed into her, receded, and crashed into her again until she was adrift. Awash in pleasure.

Gavin’s thrusts were relentless. He buried his shaft deep one last time, spilling his seed inside her, whispering her name against her throat with such ferocity, it was as powerful as a scream.

Later, as they were entwined together, lazing in bed, Gavin asked, “So what would you like to do tomorrow? We can stay here and do exactly what we did today. Except more lounging in the pool. And more sex.”

“Gavin Daniels. We’ve had sex three times today.” After he’d fucked her mindless by the pool, they’d ordered Chinese. He’d convinced her to let him check the scores on the bowl games. When she complained about being bored, she found her head in his lap with her mouth around his dick. He’d spun her around, burying his face in her pussy and…wow. Now she understood the appeal of sixty-nine. Then the man had dragged her to the shower and fucked her standing up, using the handheld shower massager in a whole new way. “What are my other options besides nonstop sex?”

“We could go into the desert. See all the touristy stuff. Have lunch at my favorite hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant. Or we could golf. Or we could visit a spa. Or we could go to an outlet mall or one of the billion places to shop in Phoenix.”

That gave Rielle an idea. “You know I’m not one for shopping, but is there a farmer’s market close by?”

“Yes, but you aren’t supposed to be working.”

“I hardly think me checking out the varieties of seasonal fruit and vegetables in Arizona could be considered working.” She poked him in the chest. “Besides. You’re working while we’re here, right?”

“Only two days.” His fingers pushed her hair out of her face. “What else are you burning to do?”

“This might sound weird, but I want to see the house you grew up in and where you went to school.”

Confusion crossed his face. “Why?”

“You’ve seen where I grew up. It shaped me. And I’m betting where you grew up shaped you too.”

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

“Cool. I would like a desert tour tomorrow.”

“Done.”

Although they spent some nights sleeping in the same bed, would being together every night for the next two weeks change things?

“Honey. The gears grinding in your brain are keeping me awake. What are you thinking about?” Gavin asked sleepily.

He’d probably think she was neurotic if she told him the truth. She hedged. “Just wondering if it was hard for you to leave Sierra with her mom.”

“Well that woke me up.”

“Sorry. This day has been epically long and I realized I hadn’t asked how that had gone.”

“Ellen was as happy to see Sierra as Sierra was happy to see her. I wonder how long that joy of being reunited will last.” He sighed. “It’s different being here now than it was before. I was only a phone call away if Sierra needed me. In the last seven months since Ellen has been in France, I’ve dealt with all Sierra’s major trauma and minor drama without Ellen’s input or interference. I worry even if Sierra needs me, she won’t call. Not knowing what she’s doing for the week I’m not here will drive me crazy.”

“You miss her.”

“Like a limb. So much of my life, so much of who I am, is being a parent.”

“I understand how that is, Gavin.”

“I know you do, which is why you won’t think it’s strange that I keep looking over my shoulder thinking she’ll barge in on us. Or expecting to hear her ransacking the kitchen at midnight for snacks. Or that she’ll plop beside me on the couch to show me some bizarre video on YouTube.” His hand tenderly brushed her spine. “But my selfish side is happy for the chance to be alone with you like this. No kid, no responsibilities. Just us.”

“Mmm-hmm. I called Rory and told her I arrived safely.”

“Rory still isn’t happy we’re involved.”

“Only because, like she pointed out, I’ve pretty much lived like a nun the last twenty-four years, with the whole abstinence and poverty thing.”

Gavin chuckled. “So her beef isn’t because I’ve got McKay blood?”

“No. She claims she’s worried I’ll get my heart broken, but the bottom line is she’s selfish. She doesn’t want to share me with you. Sierra is more mature than Rory when it comes to that.”

“Maybe because Sierra lives with us and sees us together every day. She did say she had a great time with Rory the night they went out.”

“Rory’s protective streak toward Sierra surprised me. Did you know they’re texting?”

“Huh. I can only hope Rory has a positive influence on Sierra.”

“Gavin. Sierra has been a model child, for the most part, since you moved to Wyoming.”

“But see, she was away from her mother’s influence. I’m a little fearful of how Sierra will act after two weeks with Ellen.”

Rielle rolled until she was on top of him. “Worrying won’t change anything. If I can take a break from work, you can take a break from parenting. So how about if I try and take your mind off it?”

Gavin sighed. “Well…you can
try
.”

“So you’ll be thinking about your ex-wife when I do…this?” Rielle reached down and jacked his shaft.

And no surprise Gavin lost the ability to think about anything by the time she finished with him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

A week in Arizona with Rielle had been one of the best times of Gavin’s life, ranking next to the Disney World trip he’d taken with Sierra the year she’d turned nine.

He gave Rielle props for embracing the vacation mindset. She let him choose their daily activities—where they went, what they did, where they ate. But she couldn’t stop working completely. She cleaned the pool every morning before swimming laps.

After a few hours at the office had become more than half the damn day, he’d been a little tense walking in the door. Rielle noticed immediately, fixed him a drink and suggested he change into swimming trunks and come out to the pool.

He’d expected a fun, sexy swim. He hadn’t convinced her to have sex outside on the deck or in the pool since the first night. But she’d spread out a puffy blanket poolside and offered him a massage.

The warmth of the day, the strong drink and the sensation of Rielle’s oil-slicked hands on his arms, shoulders and back should’ve relaxed him. But his dick got so hard it dug into the concrete decking.

Then she turned him over and started on his front. Massaging every inch of his upper torso with coconut-scented oil. His jaw, his neck, his chest, his hands. Even his earlobes. When she’d told him to ditch the trunks, he’d happily obliged. She used that slick hand to jack his cock as she rubbed her mouth, teeth and her tits all over his chest. She sucked his nipples, bit his neck and stroked him until he squirted all over her hand and his belly.

When he’d found his mind, he’d opened his eyes to see her licking his come off her fingers. And then his stomach.

That was almost enough to make him hard again. She dove into the pool; he chased her. After hot and sexy water games, he’d carried her to the blanket, positioned her on hands and knees and fucked her from behind until she’d screamed.

Twice.

The next day Gavin drove her by the house he’d grown up in and the condo he’d lived in after the divorce. Then he’d shown her the schools he attended, the golf club where he and his dad played.

Rielle seemed melancholy after his trip down memory lane. He told her to dress up and he made reservations at the see-and-be-seen restaurant in Phoenix. They ran into a few of his colleagues, who invited them for a drink in the bar. Rielle attempted to retreat into her wallflower persona, but Gavin wouldn’t allow it. She was beautiful, smart, funny and an interesting woman. She made him happy and he wanted her—and everyone else—to see it. And for her—and everyone else—to understand she was his.