"You belong here," he insisted. "I knew that the moment I saw you. When you came against my fingers it was…" He shook his head. "Meant to be."
Now her cheeks were slightly pink. "That was nice," she said softly.
"It was better than nice," I said.
"It was," Blaise said. "It was exactly what you came to town for. So you could be ours." The look he gave her was so intense I was half surprised they didn't both burst into flames.
"I don't—" Paisley started.
Blaise grabbed her wrists and pushed her onto his back. He pinned her arms above her head and straddled her hips.
"I do," he said firmly. "You belong to us and I'm going to show you."
12
PAISLEY
I lay on my back,trying to catch my breath as Blaise lay over me. He had me pinned, his body pressed hard against mine.
"Blaise," I whispered.
"Paisley." Then his mouth was on mine, lips crushing, tongue swiping and thrusting inside my mouth. He pushed my legs apart with his knees and knelt between them, his cock pressed against the apex of my thighs. He was rapidly getting harder and harder.
"Tell me you want me," he insisted.
My brain scrambled to catch up with my body. My clit thumped like crazy, but I barely knew the man. This time yesterday, I was fleeing from my wedding, now I was lying in a blanket underneath the muscular mountain man. Yes, I'd thought about this, but now I needed to at least take a moment. I didn't want to add to my list of regrets.
"Tell me you want me," he said again. "You need to want me, because I don't think I can stop." He pushed his hands under the front of my T-shirt and yanked down the cups of my bra. Then his hands were on my nipples, pinching and squeezing until they were hard peaks.
Slowly, he rolled his hips against mine, rubbing his cock against my pussy, only fabric between us.
I moaned.
"I… Oh god, I want you!" The words were barely out of my mouth before he was tugging off my T-shirt and bra. His mouth was on my nipple while his hands were tearing at the front of my jeans, shoving them down and my panties with them.
He barely had time to push his own jeans out of the way before he was gripping my hips and slamming his cock into me, all the way to the hilt.
I cried out with the suddenness of his penetration, but then he was drawing all the way out of me and slamming back in, over and over like a wild animal who desperately needed release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said over and over again with each thrust. "You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight. So fucking mine. I'm going to come inside you."
"Yes," I barely managed to say. "Yes, please. Come inside me." Just as I said those words, I came hard and fast, my pussy squeezing around his cock, forcing him to let go. Surrender to his orgasm and spill his release into me.
I lay back, panting slightly with the exertion of such a fierce, frantic fuck. Kevin certainly didn't fuck like that.
Slowly, Blaise pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. "You're perfect," he whispered. He lifted his head and looked over to me, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
Ryan glanced toward Morgan who nodded before Ryan pulled off his shirt and shed his jeans. He lay down on the other side of me, rolled me over until I was straddling his hips and held me right over his erect cock. He locked my eyes on me, silently telling me we could stop any time I wanted to.
I took a deep breath and lowered myself onto his cock, taking him all the way inside me.
He dropped his head back, cupped my breasts and seemed to enjoy the way I felt, rising and falling as I rode him.
"This is what I meant," Ryan said softly. "That you deserve to be worshipped. You look like a fucking goddess riding my cock. You were put on this planet for this."
"I feel worshipped," I whispered. "I feel beautiful."
"You are beautiful," he told me. "Absolutely fucking beautiful. And mine."
