Dangerous Secrets: Callaghan Brothers, Book 1 (11 page)

While his mouth was occupied, one hand stroked along her satiny skin until he reached the center of her.  He groaned when he cupped her there, finding her wet and ready for him.  Knowing she was every bit as needful of his touch as he was of giving it to her drowned him with a sense of power and white-hot bolts of lust.

Jake was awed by her response; he had barely begun.  Within seconds, his fingers were coated and slick.  He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers, groaning.  “So sweet,” he murmured.  “So delicious.” 

Unable to abstain any longer, he placed his hands on the inside of her knees and gently opened her up to him.  Murmuring a few words of stark appreciation, he wasted no further time, burying his face between her thighs.  His tongue worked in perfect synchronization with his skilled fingers, drinking in soft sounds of pleasure that motivated and encouraged and demanded
more
.   

* * *

T
aryn’s head fell back, her eyes closing in ecstasy as he took control of her body, playing it like a master.  The man had some serious skills.  Pleasure radiated outward from her center, encompassing her entire body.  The sensations ripping through her were unlike anything she’d ever experienced.  Jake’s tongue did wicked, wonderful things even as his fingers performed their slippery dance, swirling with the most incredible rhythm, hitting nerves she didn’t even know she had. 

“So fucking sweet,” Jake murmured, his deep voice rumbling against her very core.  “Touch yourself, Taryn,” he commanded, his voice little more than a whisper.  “Touch yourself and let me taste you.” 

She barely heard the words, her head swimming in a maelstrom of sensations:  the wet, hot glide of his tongue; the sharp nip of teeth upon her sensitive skin; the long, calloused fingers inciting a riot down below.  Those warred with the feel of his thick, silky hair between her fingers, the absolute, unyielding solidity of his body.  By the time her brain finally translated his command, he had already taken her hand and moved it between her legs. 

It was erotic and naughty and so damn good, touching herself while he licked his lips and watched with hungry eyes.  Fingers trembling, she did as he asked, then placed them against Jake’s lips so he could draw them into his mouth.  He sucked hard, sending bolts of sensation all the way down into the soles of her feet. 

When he had licked them clean, he released her and re-immersed himself once again with growling enthusiasm.  Light-headed with lust and gasping for breath, Taryn reached back and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter, desperate for something to hold on to as the pressure began to build to nearly unbearable levels. 

“Let go, baby.”  The urgency, the strain in the way he said it only heightened her passion.  She had done this, brought him to this point, and she hadn’t even done anything, really, except submit; she wanted to revel in the sweet agony of it and make it last just a little longer.  The need to obey him was strong, but so was her will.  Her own body rebelled against her, wanting to listen to him instead.  Still she resisted; her breaths were coming fast and hard, her body tensed and writhing of its own accord. 

“Goddamn it, let go,” he hissed, ramping up his efforts, crushing her willful defiance with one hell of an arsenal.  Jake sucked and licked, his fingers pumped and curled and demanded her obeisance, owning her pleasure.  He assaulted and plundered and
took
until she had no other choice.

Taryn stiffened, then exploded around him with a silent scream, coming all over his fingers and lips.  Vaguely, she registered his grunt of satisfaction as he reduced the intensity of his merciless onslaught, nuzzling her and extending her climax until she shook beneath him. 

“That’s it baby, that’s it.  Ah, Christ,” he swore desperately as she spasmed with blessed release.

Just when she thought she would be able to draw a full breath again, she felt Jake’s arm slip beneath her thigh and flip her onto her stomach.

* * *

J
ake was ready to explode.  She was so fucking hot, hotter than he ever dreamed.  If he didn’t get inside her soon he wouldn’t survive it, he just knew it.  He made quick work of his clothes, then slipped one arm beneath her thigh and lifted her onto her stomach.  She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes huge, her pupils dilated as Jake positioned himself behind her, his swollen head reaching out to her, straining to penetrate deep inside her saturated folds.

As if she knew exactly what he needed, Taryn lowered her upper body to the bed, raising her ass to him.  Growling his approval, Jake grasped her hips, dragging her slick sex against him.  The sensation of her wetness coating him sent him over the edge.  All rational thought ceased and nothing,
nothing
was more important than getting inside her. 

Nudging his hips forward, he stepped over the threshold into his own personal heaven.  She was so tight, so wet, so perfect, wrapping around him seamlessly as he pressed on.  He didn’t think it was possible, but he grew even thicker, even harder.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, mirroring his thoughts.  She opened her legs wider, lifting her hips to take him deeper.

“Easy,” he rasped, fighting his own urge to bury himself within her.  He dipped his head and kissed the back of her shoulder, easing in another inch or two.  “So fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desperation as his lips trailed over her dragon.  The sweetest moans met his ears, driving thoughts of everything else away.  He eased back slightly, then rocked his hips forward, gaining another inch.  Another breathy cry of pleasure rewarded him as he struggled with control.  “Don’t... want... to hurt...”

Her low, breathy moans were music to his ears, cranking him into the red zone, but it was the look she gave him over her shoulder that pushed him past the point of no return.  He was barely holding it together, and she was right there with him, ready to pick up the pieces when he blew.

Her eyes were so clear, like rare jewels, filled with desire for him, only him.   

“Jake, please,” she begged.  “
Please
.” 

The words, spoken with such longing, were his undoing.  There was not a chance in hell he could refuse her when she pleaded with him like that.  With one more thrust he buried himself to the hilt. 

It was pure nirvana.  Perfection.  He was nestled snugly inside the tightest, wettest, sweetest woman ever.  His balls, aching and full, pressed against her, enough that he could feel the ambrosia she spilled just for him.  The same confection still lingered on his lips and tongue as he used all of his will to remain still, allowing her to get used to him. 

She wasn’t making it easy, though; Taryn was undulating beneath him, squeezing and rippling along his length.  His fingers curled with bruising strength around her hips to hold her in place; sweat beaded along his forehead as he forcibly leashed his most primal instincts to take, to own, and to possess. 

Jake began moving, slowly at first, listening to her body, gauging and adjusting his thrusts accordingly.  Each time he re-entered her he swore it was better than the last.  Hotter.  Wetter.  Tighter as she flexed around him.  Her muted cries of feminine pleasure were driving him insane.  He felt his release building, the ache becoming nearly unbearable.  To leave her and sheath himself was unthinkable; he would not survive it.  For the sake of his own sanity, he told himself he would pull out before he came.

As he felt her climax begin to build and her cries grew louder, he pistoned faster and harder, plunging even deeper. Sweat covered his back and chest with the strain of holding back.  Dear God she was crying his name, begging for him to take her deeper, harder.  Ah, fuck, he couldn’t stop now, she was coming all over his cock....

Multi-colored stars burst behind his eyes as he exploded inside of her.  She continued to milk him, her internal muscles rippling along his length, prolonging the perfect ecstasy.  Jake was so deep, it was hard to tell where he left off and she began.  It still wasn’t enough.  He bent down over her, his chest flush with her back, completely covering her as if he could protect her from what he’d just done.

What he’d just done
.  As his lust began to ebb, realization took an unwelcome hold. 
Christ.
  He’d just finished inside Taryn. 
Deep
inside Taryn, and without protection.  No woman had ever made him lose control like that before, and it scared the shit out of him.  Euphoria was replaced by panic, and Jake didn’t do panic.  The feeling was foreign and unwelcome.  What if he’d just gotten her pregnant? 

And yet, along with panic was something even more worrisome... her body felt far too good under his.  Her sex was sheathing him too perfectly.  She was like a drug, coursing through his blood, stealing his common sense and good judgment, turning him into some horny teenager rather than the experienced, thirty-year-old ex-SEAL he was. 

He pulled out, her anguished cry at his sudden absence ripping at his heart.  How could he have been so stupid?  How could he ever have believed he could have sex with Taryn and walk away unscathed?  He’d known she was different, known from the very first time he saw her.

But walk away was exactly what he had to do.  He had to put some distance between them, at least until he could figure this out.  Because right now, he didn’t trust himself. 

Jake released his grip on Taryn, pushing away and wincing when he saw the dark red marks on her hips that would be bruises come tomorrow.  Legs quivering, her body shaking, she pitched forward without him to hold her up, her breathing still ragged, her soft whimpers nearly killing him. 

“Jake?”  Taryn looked back at him, confusion etched on her face.  Those freaking violet eyes locked onto him, beckoned him, made him think of doing something equally crazy, like crawling back into bed and spending the rest of the night buried inside her.

“I’m sorry, Taryn,” he said, forcing a coldness into his voice he didn’t feel.

He watched her questioning glance transition to understanding, followed closely by hurt, shame, anger, and then acceptance, all within the span of a few seconds.  With the acceptance, her soft features hardened, her swirling liquid eyes became ice.

“Don’t be.”  Her voice was calm, as if she was excusing him for leaving the cap off the toothpaste, instead of ravaging her like a fucking animal.  He might actually believe she was alright, if he hadn’t seen the brief flash of hurt in her eyes; the same one that was eating away at his insides, adding a hefty dose of guilt to the shit storm of foreign emotions already pounding away at him.

“Taryn, I ...“  He paused, the words not coming easily to him.  As gently as he could, he tried to explain that it had all been a huge mistake, that things had simply gotten out of hand.  She watched him, as still as a statue, her expression remaining neutral.  Emotionless.  Cold.

When her expression did change, he almost wished it hadn’t.  The hint of a smirk curled the left side of her mouth.  “No worries, Jake,” she said too softly, too calmly, rolling away from him.  She stood, grabbing his shirt and using it to wipe the inside of her thighs clean, tossing it onto the bed when she was done.

She wrapped the sheet she’d been wearing earlier around her, tucking it once more like a strapless gown beneath her arms.  It flowed like a flawless train behind her as she glided silently to the door that would lead her back to the unfinished room.  “Thanks, by the way.  I needed that.”

Then she opened the door and walked through it, letting it click softly behind her, leaving him speechless.

I
an was sprawled across his bed, remote in hand.  Through the open door, he had a perfect view of the unfinished room in which Taryn was staying.  His eyes flicked lazily between the flat screen mounted on the wall, the several computers he had running various programs, and the closed door across the living room from him.   

If Taryn decided to come out of her room again, he would know it.  She’d ventured out a little earlier that morning, but turned around and went back when she had run right into Ian.  He had the distinct impression that she hadn’t expected to find him there, and was hoping for a clear shot to the exit.  After stuttering for a few moments she finally asked if she could borrow a shirt while she soaked the blood out of hers. 

Since then there had been no sign of her, and it was now mid-afternoon.  Ian knew she was in there, though.  If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear her pacing softly back and forth.  Earlier he was sure he’d heard muffled crying, though she had tried to conceal it beneath the sound of running water in the shower.

Jake entered without knocking, his eyes scanning the room as he did, obviously looking for something.  Or someone. 

“Where is she?” he asked, his voice rough.

Ian looked at him for a few long moments before answering.  Jake had fired up his Harley and taken off like a bat out of hell in the middle of the night.  This morning Taryn was playing hermit and Jake’s stubbled jaw and mean expression had a definite I-fucked-up vibe that was totally out of character for him. 

It didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together.  Taryn wasn’t like the women they normally hooked-up with; he and Jake always made their expectations perfectly clear right up front, and the women made conscious choices with their eyes wide open.   

Ian was pretty sure Taryn hadn’t known exactly what she was getting herself into.  It seemed Jake hadn’t, either.  At the moment, he wasn’t sure who he felt sorrier for.

“In her room,” Ian answered coolly. 

“We’ve got to talk.”  Ian couldn’t have agreed more.  Beyond Jake, a couple of the others were chilling out with several large pizzas and watching a game and pretending not to listen.  They knew something was going on, but Ian wasn’t about the fill them in.  Not yet, anyway.

Confident that Taryn would not be able to slip away undetected, he said somberly, “Not here.  Downstairs in five.”  Jake nodded, his jaw clenched.

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“I
s she alright?” Jake asked quietly.