Mary Wine (12 page)

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Jared pushed his front door open with a silent hand. Angling his frame through the doorway, his eyes shifted across the room looking for movement. Nothing. Roshelle was in here, Jared could feel her.

The only sound in the house was a rather odd scraping. It continued as he moved on silent feet into the living room. Moving closer to the kitchen, the heavy scent of ammonia hit him.

Propping a shoulder into the doorjamb, he stood bemused by the sight that greeted him. Kneeling in the far corner of his kitchen, Roshelle was currently wielding a scrub brush with vicious intent on the floorboards. The muscles of her arms stood out as she applied the stiff brush to her task. And her sweet little bottom was stuck up in the air for his appreciation.

Dipping her brush into the bucket next to her, she stretched out like a feline to reach a far corner. A slow grin spread across his face as her t-shirt displayed her chest. Those firm little breasts bounced with her efforts, hanging free of any sort of undergarment.

His grin deepened as he enjoyed the burn of arousal. Seeping into his pores, he let the heat pool in his abdomen. His staff filled and stiffened. This time the need was strong and steady. With the front door closed, he had all the time in the world to investigate his attraction to her petite body.

Pushing back onto her haunches, Roshelle raised a hand to her perspiration-beaded forehead. That was odd, Roshelle could clearly feel Jared again. Her hand froze at her forehead. Opening her mind up further, she contemplated what that action let in. Shifting her eyes behind her, she pressed her lips into a tight line.

Damn, that man moved too silently!

“I’m not certain the floor was quite that dirty.”

“Despite the pristine paint job on your ceilings, a woman can only stare at them so long.”

Pushing to her feet, Roshelle brought the bucket with her. She wasn’t too sure just why the man sounded so smug. Moving her eyes over him, she took in the lazy stance. Relaxation was not the feeling she had sensed before turning around. No, it was much more intense. Searching his face for clues, she watched his eyes move down her body. His half-closed eyes settled over her chest momentarily before continuing down her length.

Well that was clear enough! The man was normal in one sense, the disgusting male one.

Roshelle turned to the sink to empty her bucket. His interest sparked an ignition of fire in her that rapidly rose to an inferno. Her body seemed to leap at the chance to display its hunger for him. She could feel the sting of a blush sitting on her cheeks. So, she began to wash the bucket in order to keep Jared’s sharp eyes from seeing it.

“I thought you said I don’t scare you.”

Her hand froze on the bucket. His voice was downright menacing now. Lifting her chin, she struggled with her pride. He was baiting her.

“That’s correct.”

“Good.” Jared considered the tight curve of her bottom. “Virginal fears shouldn’t last beyond the night you surrender that purity.”

“I didn’t surrender!”

Roshelle swung around to glare at him. Her face burned hotter as his eyes very keenly picked out the thrust of her nipples beneath her shirt. He raised his face to aim a smug grin at her temper.

“Agreed. I believe it was more of a conquering.”

His fingers curled around her wrist. A sharp tug sent her tumbling towards him. Roshelle gasped as her head landed on his chest. His scent invaded her senses completely dissolving any reason she had. Instead hunger transformed into a living beast inside her that clawed at the chains she’d bound it with.

His hand captured the back of her head and tilted her face up. His eyes were glowing as he opened the link between their minds. Roshelle felt the deep probing of her emotions as he firmly locked her body against his.

“You can’t hide your need from me, honey. So stop shoving that wall in my way.”

His mouth ended any retort she might have made. He pushed her lips apart to thrust into her depths as his hand held her head for the assault. The kiss was punishing and deep. A solid wave of determination flowed into her mind from him as his staff throbbed against her belly.

Roshelle twisted as the heat rose inside her. Her fingers desperately searched for the warm male skin she knew lay beneath his clothing. A groan of frustration left her throat as she struggled to move away from his chest in order to bare it.

Jared growled. The deep sound rumbled up from his chest as he thrust his tongue back into her mouth to stroke the length of her own.

Suddenly Jared jerked their mouths apart. He raised his head to look over her to the kitchen window. A bare second later he curled his hand around her wrist again as he released her body. He turned on a heel and strode out of the kitchen. Roshelle found her body pulled behind his as he made his way down the dark hallway and into the master bedroom.

Roshelle found her body spun free as she frantically tried to keep her balance and find her night vision. Instead all she felt was Jared. He seemed to surround her with his mind. Floating across her skin as gooseflesh spread down her neck and across her torso.

Her lungs filled in a rapid pace that made it impossible to stand still. The rustle of cloth drifted to her ears as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her feet shifted and lifted as her body pulsed with the need to move. Any kind of motion. Her belly tightened as that heat seemed to move straight to her passage. Every sensation seemed to be traveling towards the tightening knot of need that was twisting inside her womb.

Fluid seeped down through the folds of her sex and onto her inner thigh. Roshelle lifted a trembling hand to her head as she realized how very much she wanted Jared to take her. It seemed to go beyond need. In her deepest core, the craving transformed into desperation.

“I can smell you.” He appeared behind her. One heavy arm clasped across her front as he moved to stand behind her. His head lowered to gently kiss her temple. His chest lifted with a deep breath as his fingers began to stroke along her neck.

“Your skin smells so good. I can’t wait to bare it.” His fingers caught the bottom of her shirt and pulled. The oversized t-shirt went easily over her head. Roshelle simply signed as the night air brushed her bare skin.

Jared cupped her breasts with firm hands. The two globes of flesh beckoned to his fingers. Moonlight spilled over the nipples making him groan as his body pulsed with so many signals at once. He wanted to lap those little beads ‘til she whimpered, but his staff was pounding with the desire to thrust back into her body.

The pair of sweatpants she had on didn’t take half a minute to strip down her body. Jared pushed the elastic cuffs off her feet and turned her into his embrace at the same time. He rose to his feet, lifting her off hers as he caught a nipple between his lips.

Roshelle grabbed his shoulders as the floor was left behind. She sighed as her fingers traced the firm muscles sitting there. His strength delighted her. It made the throbbing inside her passage deepen into a burning need that made her completely at ease as Jared laid her on her back in his bed. His large body pressed her thighs apart as he lowered his weight to cover her. His male scent surrounded her, making her sigh. Nothing mattered but feeding the hunger her body held.

His hips kept her spread widely as he used his opposite hand to smooth a firm line over her belly. Her breath caught as that hand covered the bare mound of her passage. His fingers brushed over the smooth skin as he caught her eyes in the dark.

“What happened to those little curls?”

Her face burst into color but she couldn’t stop her hips from twitching up for a firmer touch from his hand. She didn’t want to talk! Only feel and appease the raging pulse that drove her.

She twisted and Jared smiled. Her body was smooth and completely bare. She must have shaved it away as she tried to clean the evidence of her lost virginity away. Her hips twisted up as her body withered in the hold of their mirrored desire. Roshelle wasn’t thinking, simply feeling.

Jared clamped his control on top of his ragging need to impale her. He wasn’t going to rut on her like an animal in heat.

“Are you sore?”

A hard finger thrust into her passage with his question. Roshelle gasped as the walls of her body protested. His eyes bore into her as he withdrew and thrust forward again. This time her body didn’t jerk. He rubbed around the inside of her passage, slowly stretching the walls.

Roshelle became fascinated with his face. He was watching her, gauging her reaction to his touch. Slowly testing the limits of her discomfort. His mouth caught hers as he thrust a second finger into her. It wasn’t a ravaging kiss. Instead it was a deep tasting of her mouth as he continued to gently stretch her body.

Both fingers thrust and rubbed, making her arch her hips again. She needed the touch, wanted to be even fuller. Yet he waited for her to adjust to him. His staff burned into her thigh, making her shift to get closer to it. But his body stayed firmly in place, refusing to let her simply appease her needs. He was waiting for her to say it. It was a test of wills. Roshelle could feel him straining against his need to take her. His fingers left her to slip up the folds of her sex and onto the swollen bud hidden there.

Pleasure shot up her body as he rubbed her. A moan escaped her lips and his shoulders shook as he held his ground.

“Do you want it, Roshelle?”

His words were harsh and almost silent. His teeth were clenched as he rubbed her again.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me?”

His mind pushed against hers with the question. This went beyond sex. Jared wanted to merge with her ‘til they forgot where their separate identities began. Intimacy beckoned to her with a temptation too great to ignore.

“Yes. Come to me, Jared.”

He thrust into her body and entered her mind in one motion. It was hard and swift, but he rode her body with slow movements making the pleasure radiate out into streams of sensation. Nothing mattered. Time fell away. His embrace held her to his chest as his hips thrust into her body.

His hot seed splashed into her body, but it didn’t satisfy their need. Instead, both continued to move. His body still hard with need, her passage still welcoming as she lifted her hips for him.

He nipped the delicate skin of her neck as her body answered his in a primitive dance of need. Both took as they gave. She needed him so much that it frightened her. Roshelle couldn’t hold that thought as pleasure began to rise inside her again. That same knot of tension, centered in her belly. The hard thrust of his staff penetrated and pulled the knot tighter with each stroke.

“That’s it, honey. Nice and slow this time.”

His cheeks were drawn tight as he held to his steady pace. Roshelle felt her pleasure rise to near panic as she tried to take his sex even deeper. His eyes were glued to her face as she struggled against the need to plead. Two hands gripped her hips as she once again attempted to increase the rhythm.

His instinct screamed as Jared clung to his control. Perched on the edge of sensation, he thrust into her depths, denying the urge to pound into her passage. The walls began to squeeze his length as her eyes widened with rapture. A harsh cry escaped her lips as her sex clamped onto his staff and began to milk it. Climax overwhelmed his strength as he spilled his seed into her body again.

It still wasn’t enough. Jared growled softly as he laid another kiss onto her mouth. She followed his demand as he felt exhaustion wash through her brain.

Jared rolled away from her before letting the bed take his weight. His arm reached for her and pulled her body with him ‘til her head rested against his chest. His hand gripped her bottom as he tangled his hand into her hair. She shifted and wiggled, but he held her to his chest as she slipped into slumber.

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Jared grunted as the coffeemaker took a small eternity to brew. He’d barely slept. Roshelle had mumbled in her sleep as she tried to adjust to his presence in the bed. She’d squirmed away and he woke up each and every time. He’d pulled her right back into his embrace before going back to sleep. But that wasn’t his real problem. The stiff erection in his pants was the reason he was on his feet before the sun rose.

The smell from her sex turned him on. Hell, the tiny mutters escaping her slumber made him hard. All Jared wanted to do was push her onto her back and ride her ‘til she milked him dry.

Instead he reached for a mug and filled it with the newly brewed coffee. Roshelle was too tender to accommodate his appetite. If his damn cock had its way, he’d ride her ‘til she couldn’t walk.

Glaring over the rim of the mug, Jared looked at the sentry posted on the far point. It was a different man than last night but his lips set into a frown. Roshelle wasn’t fodder for his men.

He grunted again because short of blindfolding the entire unit, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop their talking. They were hard men. If they weren’t getting laid and someone else was…they would talk.