Shaken, Not Stirred by Sawyer Bennett
"Hey Andrea," Casey says brightly, and I realize all at once that Casey must know Kyle's sister. Not so unusual, this being a tiny community and Andrea recommending we meet up at this bar.
I turn to give my attention to Kyle and his sister, and I'm momentarily stunned when I see how beautiful she is. Like Casey, she has blond hair but hers is a bit darker and more yellow in tone. She's tall but still comes a few inches shorter than Casey does and without being obvious, I notice that her body is built to almost perfect proportions. I say "almost perfect" because Casey has true perfection down to a science, and there's no touching that.
"You must be Andrea," I say with a genial smile as I reach a hand past Kyle. "I'm Tenn Jennings."
"Pleased to meet you," she says as she pumps my hand, and then her gaze flicks back and forth in question between Casey and me. "I see you already met my friend, Casey."
"Kyle and Tenn helped me change a flat tire a little while ago," Casey supplies an explanation.
"Hmmmm," Andrea muses. "That was nice."
"Yeah, we're regular fucking Boy Scouts," Kyle says as he loops an arm around Andrea's shoulders and pulls her in close. Leaning over, he gives her a kiss on top of her head. "Missed you, little sis."
"Missed you too," she says with a smile and slides her arm around his waist as she looks at me pointedly. "Why don't you guys grab your beers and let's go sit out on the back deck. You can tell me all about the trip out here."
I don't mistake the tone of her voice. It screams right at me, I don't trust you. Stay away from Casey.
But I won't be scared off so easily.
I give her a charming smile. "What are you drinking, Andrea? I'll grab it for you and meet you and Kyle out there."
Her eyes narrow at me, but her tone is polite. "Anything on draft is fine."
I nod and turn away, effectively dismissing her and giving my attention back to Casey. "How about a draft, Goldie?"
Casey's eyes slide over my shoulder and I watch as they move across the room, presumably following Andrea and Kyle out to the back deck. She doesn't look back at me but turns and bends into a cooler to pull out a frosted pint glass and sticks it under the tap labeled "Stella". When it's full, she sets it in front of me and says, "That will be $2.75."
Her voice is distant, and I know the spell that we were both under just a few minutes ago has been completely broken. But I'm just cocky enough to know I can get it back with a little effort. There's a connection there. Sexual, of course, but a connection all the same.
Reaching into my wallet, I pull out a five and hand it to her. "Keep the change."
She smiles and nods her head in thanks. As she starts to turn away, my hand jets out again, latching onto her wrist. The minute my skin connects to hers, the spell is back in full force again. I can feel it pulsing through me, and I know she sure as shit can.
Casey sucks in oxygen and drags her gaze from our hands back up to mine. Her eyes are immediately warm and expressive. Her chest rises and falls deeply.
"Dump the boyfriend," I tell her again, daring her to defy me. "Let me have you."
Her eyes roam back and forth between my own, and she nibbles on her lower lip in contemplation. The majority of me... the part that is a reasonable and logical man... doesn't really expect her to give in. I'm a perfect stranger and she seems like a nice enough girl. While she may be a big flirt, she doesn't seem the type to just jump into the sack with anyone. She could have her pick of any man on this island, as a matter of fact.
So I'm utterly shocked when she leans across the bar and whispers to me, "Okay."
My head jerks back slightly. "Okay?"
She nods and pulls her wrist out of my grasp. "You can have me. I get off at six."
Holy fucking shit.
She's mine.
Chapter 5
Casey
I must be crazy.
That's the only explanation to account for the fact that I'm giving myself to a man that I know nothing about and had maybe ten total minutes of conversation with.
At least that's the conclusion Andrea had come up with when she hissed at me about an hour ago while we were in the bathroom together. "Are you fucking crazy?"
"Pretty sure I am," I told her as I washed my hands.
"You don't know anything about him," she pressed in an urgent whisper as she leaned against the vanity. "He could be a murderer or a rapist."
"He's your brother's friend," I pointed out. "And besides... it's not like I haven't done one-night stands before, Andrea. You know this about me, and you've never been all judgy about it before."
"I'm not judging," she said with an apologetic smile. "I love your freedom and sass to live your life your way. It's just... have you seen him? He looks dangerous."
Yes, he does look dangerous. It's why he's appealing to me so much. He's like forbidden fruit. He's like fire. He's all the things I shouldn't touch but the temptation is too strong to ignore.
I dried my hands and threw the paper towels in the trash can. Turning to Andrea, I took her by the shoulders and leaned in to her. With an assured voice, I told her, "I'll be fine. Now go out, have dinner with your brother, and reconnect."
Andrea nodded in defeat and I ushered her out the door. While they had been out on the back deck, she had invited both Kyle and Tenn to dinner with her and Wyatt as he was getting off duty, and they were going to meet him on the north end of the island.
Apparently, Tenn had declined, instead telling her that he had a dinner date with me. That, of course, sent her scurrying into the bar where she demanded I go to the bathroom with her and she proceeded to tell me how crazy I was because she was sure the only dinner that Tenn had on his mind was feasting on me.
Yup... pretty sure I'm crazy to be doing this, and yet I can't think of one logical reason other than the fact I may be insane to call it off. Tenn had left at the same time Andrea and Kyle did, telling me that he had to go find a hotel he could check in to and that he'd be back to pick me up when I got off work.
Which is right now.
Kent relieves me on time, and I quickly count out my tips and wipe the bar down. I glance around the bar, which is really starting to fill up with more tourists out looking for a good time. I don't see Tenn and for a moment, I consider that maybe he got cold feet. Or maybe even Andrea scared him off, which, if that's the case, I'm going to be pissed.
By the time I grab my purse and yell out goodbyes, I still don't see Tenn and disappointment starts to well up inside of me. I made a command decision to give in to him, something that I've never done in my life for a man. I've always been the one to decide my course, and I've yielded to no one.
This was huge for me. I mean, a massive departure from my normal way of thinking when it comes to the opposite sex. And maybe I can blame it on the feelings of unrest I've been having, or maybe it's the fact that I've been unfulfilled for so long, just stepping one foot in front of the other as I walk my way through endless days. But, for whatever reason I capitulated, I recognized in myself a major breakthrough and I wasn't about to back down from it.
But apparently, Tenn was going to, as I don't see him as I weave in and out of customers on the way out to the front door. I give one last look over my shoulder, desperately looking for his tall frame and dark hair, and my stomach bottoms out when I come up empty.
With a sigh, I turn and push the door open, stepping out into the humid summer air.
"Hey Goldie," I hear, and my eyes immediately lift and lock with Tenn's as he sits sideways on his bike, his muscular legs stretched out in front of him, one booted foot crossed over the other at the ankles. His arms are crossed over his massive chest, and he gives me a lazy smile. "Want a ride?"
Hitching my purse up over my shoulder, I saunter over to him, my eyes locked to his. I put a little extra sway in my hips and then tuck my thumbs into the belt loops of my shorts, just at my waist. The move pushes the denim down a bit, revealing the skin on my lower abdomen. Normally, that move is enough to draw
"Turns out," he continues on as he stands up from his perch on the motorcycle and bends over to one of his saddlebags where he pulls out a small helmet, "you have a nice bike shop just down the road and figured I'd pick you up a helmet so you can ride with me."
My eyes flick down and then back up again. "You want me to ride with you?"
He nods and steps up to me, placing the helmet on my head. As he fastens the strap under my chin, he confides, "I want that gorgeous body pressed up against me sooner rather than later."
His fingers move from the straps to my cheeks, and he holds me firmly in his grasp. Leaning down until his nose is almost against mine, he whispers, "Still going to let me have you, Goldie?"
My eyes nearly flutter closed over the husky promise in his voice and my bones go liquid on me. I'm in very near danger of rolling over and baring my proverbial throat in complete surrender to this sexy predator.
In an effort to get some control back, I raise a hand and lay it on his hard chest. Raising up on tiptoes and angling my face to the left, I bare my teeth and nip his jawline, which causes him to groan. "For tonight," I clarify, because I need the safety of my boundaries. "You can have me just for tonight."
"Hmmmm," he murmurs as his hands drop to my waist and he pulls me into the warmth of his body. "A one-night stand kind of girl."
"Queen of," I provide, throwing light on exactly the type of woman that I am.
Tenn dips his face and brushes his lips over my neck. My head tilts to the side to give him better access as my fingers dig into the soft cotton of his tee.
"Gotta go back to the boyfriend tomorrow?" he asks in a teasing tone before scraping his teeth along the path his lips just took.
I can't help the shudder that ripples through me, and I give a slight shake of my head. If I'm being all honest about my boundaries, I need to make sure he understands me fully. "There's no boyfriend."
He hums approval as a hand moves behind my head and grips into my hair. He tugs, and my back arches slightly as he raises his face to look down at me. His eyes are shadowed as the outdoor lighting of the bar is at his back, but because they are so pale, still shine brightly at me. "Even better."
"It's still just one night," I insist, knowing that the minute I promise myself that, I won't go back on it. I'm too disciplined in the way I parcel out my intimacy.
"We'll see," he murmurs. Stepping away from me, he grabs my hand in his and pulls me toward his bike.
"I can't anymore," I gasp as the last tremors of my orgasm fade away and my muscles start to unclench.
What is that? Three so far?
Tenn isn't dissuaded. He merely pushes his face harder into me, his tongue driving in deep. My back arches and my fingers curl tight into his hair--which is softer than it even looked--and I try to wrench his head away from my sensitive flesh.
He lifts his lips from me just enough to growl, "Gotta give you one more... just to prove you wrong. Remember?"
I weakly lift my head and look down my naked body at him as he lies in between my legs. He's still fully clothed while I'm completely bare to him, but then again... he didn't give me any choice the minute he closed the door behind us when we entered his hotel room. His hands came to frame my face, and he proceeded to kiss the breath out of me. His mouth was hard, demanding, and completely controlling. His tongue erotically captivated my own as his hands roved all over me, pulling at my clothes and stroking over my skin.
When he had me completely naked, he took a step back and looked at me with lust blazing out of his eyes. "Over and over again, Goldie," he promised as his eyes traveled down the length of my body. My nipples got hard, and I felt twitchy all over.
His eyes came to rest on that part of my body that felt the twitchiest of all, and he licked his lips. "Want my mouth on that pussy," he murmured, and my knees almost buckled.
None of the rich and dapper men I go out with ever talk to me like that. They always murmur words of endearment while they reverently look upon me with wonder and awe. None of them have such a raw look of need and desire etched upon their faces, and none of them ever look at me like they want to devour me whole.
In my experience, the men I've been with tend to be selfish in nature. I've bemoaned to my girls time and again over the serious lack of oral attention I usually get, instead settling on a man that just wants to get his dick wet so he can pound out his own orgasm. I've never had anyone look at me the way Tenn did in that moment, telling me he wanted his mouth on me as if I was the only sustenance he could ever crave.
And his mouth was on me... and over me... and inside of me. He licked and sucked and ate at me, over and over again. My first orgasm came on brutally strong and amazingly fast, knocking the breath out of me and causing me to go dizzy. Tenn merely muttered against my wet flush, "Fuck yes, baby. So sexy," before he started licking and sucking at me again.
His fingers got added. One, two, and then three... stretching and plunging into me. My hips bucked and circled, trying to drive him deeper into my body. Orgasm number two wasn't far behind number one, and my toes curled from the immense pleasure he gave me.
But he didn't stop.
He didn't attack me harder though either, instead slowing his pace and leisurely lapping against my pleasure-numbed skin. His hands stroked the insides of my thighs, and he whispered how sweet I tasted. The fire stoked slowly inside of me because he ate me out slowly, taking his time with me.
When number three hit, I called out his name and arched my back off the bed, faintly recognizing a chuckle of triumph out of him. And finally, yes, finally, I figured he'd fuck me.
Instead, he was demanding I give him one more, and I didn't think I had it in me.
"Just fuck me, Tenn," I moan as he slips a finger inside of me, curling it just right.
"One more, Goldie," he says, tilting his head to the side to suck on the skin of my inner thigh. With a prick of his teeth against me that elicits a startled yelp, he surges upward and pulls me from the bed.
I'm so limp. I'm like a rag doll in his arms as he spins me around and has me face the dresser at the foot of the bed, which comes complete with large mirror attached to it. I watch with glazed eyes as he brings his huge body behind me and wraps his tattooed arm across my breasts to hold me up. His eyes bore into mine through the reflective glass and his other hand trails down my stomach.
His fingers splay out and cover my mound, pushing me back against him until I can feel his erection burning into my lower back. He watches his own hand as he slides lower over my flesh and then sinks his middle finger into me.
"Watch me," he commands with a nod of his head downward. "Watch me finger fuck you to another orgasm, Goldie."
My head falls back on his shoulder as I close my eyes to gain composure. He's going to kill me. Death by orgasm.
"Watch, baby," he murmurs as he starts pumping his finger in and out of me. "Look how beautiful you are in my arms. Face flushed, nipples hard as rocks, my finger sliding in and out of you. So warm and tight. Can't wait to have my cock in there."
My eyes take in every detail as he describes it for me, and I feel wanton as I watch how sexy we look in the mirror together. I watch his hand moving against me, let his dirty words seep into my pores, feeling the pressure miraculously start building inside of me again. My gaze slides up to his and I find his eyes no longer watching his own actions, but locked onto my face. His cheek lowers, and he rests it against the top of my head.
"Feel good?" he asks me quietly.
I don't answer right away and he pulls his finger out, circling it slowly around my clit. My hips arch away from his body, seeking a harder touch from his fingers.
"Feel good, Goldie?" he asks again, and I nod my head vigorously as his fingers move faster against me.
"Going to come for me again, aren't you?" he asks, but it's not really a question. It's a command.
"I believe fucking you with my words is just as hot as fucking you with my fingers," he murmurs. "You like my dirty talk?"
"God yes," I moan as I can feel my orgasm starting to fire up.
"Want more than just my fingers?"
"Yes," I gasp out again as I circle my hips against him desperately.
"Then you gotta come for me, Goldie. One more."
And that's all it takes.
My entire body stiffens as wave after wave of pleasure takes me hostage, rolling through me as I cry out my release. With hazy eyes, I see Tenn's eyes light up with victory and his lips curve up in appreciation as he watches me in the mirror for a moment more, his fingers plucking at me gently.
"I think that may be the hottest thing I've ever seen," Tenn mutters as he takes my shoulders and pushes me forward over the dresser. My hands come out to rest on the edge for balance, and I lower my face a moment as I try to catch my breath.
The jangle and swish of Tenn's belt being undone causes me to raise my face again, and I watched mesmerized as his movements have a sense of choppy urgency about him. He reaches into his pocket, pulls his wallet out, and takes out a condom, which he puts in his mouth to hold between his teeth.
With his hands free, he undoes his jeans and pushes them down over his hips. Although my body is blocking much of my view, I can see his erection sticking out past my left hip.
And oh, my word... it's beautiful. It's huge... monstrously big, and my blood starts pulsing again with desire for him at the thought of him putting that inside of me.
Tenn pulls at the condom wrapper still held tightly in his teeth and rips it open. While he seemed in such control just moments ago while he was guiding me to another orgasm, he seems to be overwhelmed with urgency right now.
Spellbound and captivated by the anticipation of what's to come--over how frantic he seems to be to get inside of me--I watch as he rolls the condom on and steps up behind my body. One hand dips down and he drags his fingers through my folds, causing me to huff out a pent-up breath of impatience.