Initiation (Gypsy Harts #1) (8 page)

Oakley was staring. Outright staring, and he stood there just watching her do it. “S-s-s-sorry,” she sputtered out. Eventually. “I’m being rude. I’m staring.”

“Doesn’t bother me, Little One. Should I put my shirt back on?”

“No,” it flew out of her mouth, making one side of his mouth twitch up. “I…I mean…” Damn. She was blushing again. “If you’re comfortable, you should…” Shit.
Just stop talking
.

“Come here, Oakley.”

His eyes had that sparkle again, and his mouth was threatening to go full-on smile at any moment. She could get out of there right now and feel fine about it. Or she could get closer for that smile.

She took three steps before his smile hit, then she crossed the rest of the space, completely enchanted by it. She stood close enough to feel his warmth and smell the clean sweat on him, but not close enough to be touching. She had no idea what might happen if she touched him.

Or, she did. But she was still scared to take the initiative.

“You still look scared, Little One.”

“I am.” And she was. Her desire was something odd and foreign. The first time she was feeling it in this reincarnation of herself. She didn’t know if
Darlene
, if that had been her name before, had ever felt anything so intense. Such as she was, this was the first time she’d know such passion.

“Are you scared
of
me?” His tone indicated her answer was important to him.

“No. Just…scared for myself.” If that even made any sense.

“Don’t be scared Little One,” he said low, softly. His hand came up, cupping her jaw. Oakley’s breath caught and her eyes closed, and that’s when he kissed her.

It was so soft, impossible given his size. But his lower lip brushed upwards over hers once, twice, and she pressed her mouth to his to stop that teasing torture and kiss her proper.

With a low growl he wrapped one arm around her back, picking her up off the floor and mashing her body to his. Likewise, his lips were crushed to hers almost hard enough to bruise. Owning the kiss, taking over her whole body with it.

Oakley wasn’t scared, not at all. Their tongues wrestled, her hands dug into his hair and held on, and Stone’s arms crushed the breath from her as surely as the kiss had. She became aware of a hardness along her belly, and as the thought excited her she flexed her hips downward, rubbing her stomach on that heat. He growled again, turning her so her butt landed on the low work table. His hands slid up under her shirt, desperately seeking skin. They were hot and rough, the callouses thrilling on her sides, sliding up over her ribcage, the ache between her legs intensifying. Oakley pulled one hand from his hair, letting it run down his bare chest. She had to feel it and it didn’t disappoint. His skin was smooth, save for the hair at the centre of his chest, and the strength in his body was obvious. He was as firm as steel, unyielding.

He parted their lips with a loud gasp, moving both hands to her head to hold her in place. He was looking into her eyes, the heat in his own nearly feral. Her hand was still on his chest, so she slid it over to his pec, brushing across his nipple. His intense stare faltered, and she couldn’t help it.

Oakley smiled.

“Little One,” Stone grunted. “You’re fixing for a good fucking you keep that up.”

Her body clenched all at once. She’d never had anyone speak to her like this, and she liked it. She pinched his nipple softly once, making him close his eyes. Then she did it again, harder, just as he was opening them up.

“Fuck, Oakley,” he snarled, and rather than fear lust raced up her spine. She leaned in to kiss him and he took it with ferocious intent, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth like he wanted to taste all of her.

With fast hands he pulled the long-sleeved thermal shirt she was wearing off over her head. Her bra was plain, beige, and her breasts were small. Still, his eyes went to them and it appeared he didn’t mind either fact at all. “Look at this skin,” he was groaning, lowering his head to kiss the top of each breast. Oakley fed her hands into his hair, burying her face in it as he kissed and nipped and licked all the skin he could get to. When he forced the cup of her bra down and took her left nipple in his mouth it was her turn to groan, throwing her head back. Her skin was charged with electricity, and all the sparks went off right between her legs when he did that.

One of her hands was reaching for where his coveralls were hung. He evaded her hand while continuing to tease one breast, then the other as her legs pinned themselves to his hips, flexing in a need for friction in another incredibly sensitive part of her body.

As big as he was, and as intense as her lust was, she realized he was being surprisingly tender. Not at all like she’d expected from him, from how she’d seen the other men when they were with women.

Her bra released and that’s when she realized his hands were on her back, making her shiver. She dropped her arms so he could pull the bra free, then when she tried to pull him close again he leaned back, holding her arms out to the side, his eyes running over her hungrily.

“Stone,” she whispered, desperate to cover herself. Or have him do it, that would be better.

“Untouched perfection,” he whispered, then his hands were at the fly of her pants. She helped him get them open then over her hips, propping herself up on the tabletop while he whisked them away under her bottom, along with her underwear. Again he stared down at her body, eyes possessive and ravenous. This time when Oakley went for the waist of his coveralls he let her, eyes coming to her face now to watch her reaction to him.

His erection was not difficult to find, at all. And it was perfectly proportionate with the rest of him. She closed her hand around his shaft and moaned. Her fingertips barely reached her thumb when she did it. And as she dragged her hand upward she felt the wet between her legs. Her hips shifted on the edge of the table and he saw it, staring down at the juncture of her legs where they were spread, right at his waist.

“Oakley,” he growled, pulling her hand off of him. “You need to be sure because once I’m in there there’s no stopping.”

That didn’t scare her either, that thrilled her. “I’m sure. I want this.” To prove it she took his hand and pressed it between her legs. He felt the wet and his head fell back, fingers sliding into her as he moaned. Loud.

She moved her hips against his fingers but he wasn’t in the mood for that. He shoved his coveralls down to let them drop around his ankles and wrapped both hands around her knees. They were pulled upward, then he hooked them with his elbows, yanked her to the edge and planted his hands on the worktable beside her hips, leaning her backwards a little. Then suddenly he was inside her.

Oakley bellowed; it was so sudden. She was stretched, pulled taut with a delicious bit of pain. There was no extra space, he filled every inch. She had to brace herself back on one elbow, barely managing to find purchase when he pulled out and surged into her again. This time she whimpered, her free hand clenching on his arm. Nails dug into skin. And he thrust into her again.

Something was building, deep in her belly. Coiling tighter with every powerful push of his hips. She watched his face, the way he was panting through his open mouth, the way his neck strained, the corded muscles of his upper body springing into sharp definition with every movement. The scent of sweat and motor oil and the manly smell that had to be unique to Stone.

His eyes fell from her face to where they were joined, and she followed the gaze just as he delivered another punishing thrust. Seeing it made her moan louder, nails in his skin deeper. On the next thrust she was off and tumbling from this height he’d built, the uncurling pleasure in her body almost exactly like free falling. When she dared to open her eyes again he’d stilled, staring down at her.

Her entire body was flushed, but her heart fell slightly. “What’s wrong?”

Then he grinned. “Nothing, Little One. That was…beautiful.”

“What was?”

“Watching you come. Been a long time since someone didn’t fake it with me.”

Jesus, she couldn’t imagine this not working for someone.

With a grunt he scooped her up off the table like she weighed nothing, turned around and started walking. He cursed a little, trying to get free of his boots and coveralls. She had no fear that he’d drop her, though. He was still fully planted in her, rock hard, so the plain act of walking was suddenly much more interesting. Then he stopped and swung a leg over his bike.

She squealed as he sat down, bracing herself on his chest. They were backwards. Or, he was. She was facing the handlebars while he was…well, he was laying back with her astride his groin.

“Come on, Little One,” he grunted, hands on her hips. “Let’s take a ride.”

Oakley had no idea what to do, but when he pulled up on her hips and dropped her down again there was a flutter of that same delicious tension that had broken before. His cock brushed against a part of her that really enjoyed the attention. He did it again, then she took over.

No, she’d never done this before. But she knew what she wanted now; more of that feeling, the orgasm, climax, whatever you wanted to call it. That was what she wanted. Her feet found leverage on some part of the bike and she pushed her weight up then dropped back onto him. He grunted, wincing, growling, eyes bright. She did it again and his gaze was hot on her chest, down her stomach, and then he was watching again while she took him inside.

He seemed to like watching, which brought things to mind. Things a lot like the way she’d had to satisfy herself just to get to sleep these last four nights. She let one hand slid down her body, then she was touching herself while riding him.

With a grunt he pushed her hand away, replacing it with his own roughened thumb and that was better.
So
much better. She moved her hand to her breast instead, and he pushed that one away too. His hand was coarse on her nipple and he went into a curl to pull her part way down, just enough to take her other breast in his mouth.

She had no choice but to grab the handlebars. There was nowhere else to brace herself. She continued grinding down onto him, and he kept her clit and nipples fully engaged. Oakley closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

She came hard enough to see stars, throwing her head back and letting out an intense enough yell that her jaw cracked. Her entire body twitched with the pulse of her insides, and when she was done Stone dropped to his back again, a lazy smile on his mouth. She flexed her hips. He was still hard, he hadn’t finished.

Keeping her eyes on his face and her grip on the handlebars she swung her hips, driving her weight onto him relentlessly. It felt good for her, but mostly she was enthralled watching his reaction. As the smirk gave way to an intense glare that he ran over her body again, Oakley felt herself climb as well. Then suddenly he was gripping her by the hips, driving her down onto himself frantically before he sat up, yelling into the side of her neck, his body jerking and his cry giving way to calming breath.

She held him like that for a long time, hand on the back of his head, the other one sliding over his back lightly.

Oakley closed her eyes, trying to search for something that indicated this was a bad idea, but nothing came to her. She was happily relaxed, body thrumming with two orgasm still racing through her. And Stone was holding her close and tight, not pushing her off and thanking her for “the food and fuck.”

With a grunt he leaned back so he could look at her face. “You okay, Little One?”

“I’m very okay.”

He grinned and it was enough to set off another full-body tremor. “Me too. Damn, Little One. Where’d that come from?”

Her face fell. Had she done something weird? Something wrong? “Sorry, I—”

He caught her reaction and immediately looked worried. “Hey, hey. What’s going on? Don’t close down on me. Did I say something?”

“Was that weird?” She licked her lips out of nervousness. “Did I do something weird?”

He blinked twice then gave a laugh that didn’t exactly ease her. “Oakley, what the hell would give you that idea?”

“I’m not…I haven’t…done that before.”

Now it was his turn to be stunned. “What?”

“The amnesia,” she struggled to explain. “I don’t remember ever doing this before.”

“You mean you haven’t—”

“No,” she interjected.

“–since you…”  His hands closed around her back tighter. “Shit. You should have said something. I could have made it gentler. Sweeter.”

Her hands rested on his massive shoulders and she felt her stomach go fluttery when he said
sweeter
. “I liked it.” She wanted to make sure he knew she didn’t regret it. “I really liked it.”

“I did too, Little One.” Something had changed in his tone. There was a softness there, and his eyes seemed kinder, too. “Damn. I should have behaved myself when we met. We might have gotten to this point sooner.”

“I don’t know. I think you liked teasing me.”

His grin was relentless. “I did.”

She returned the grin. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. I just didn’t know what I was feeling.”

“It’s okay. A lot of people don’t know how to handle my raw, animal magnetism.” Now he was back to teasing her, but it wasn’t infuriating.