barely knew or letting someone watch her.
“Mmm, but I want you all to myself this morning.”
“Then have me. Just please, please fuck me.” Heat rushed into her face and she looked away. Where had this woman come from?
Jamie kissed along her jaw to her ear as she trembled beneath him. “You blush so nicely,” he teased. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like that you want me. I like that you want me more than anyone else.”
“You can tell?”
“I can tell. So can they. Patrick’s rather pleased. Fancies himself quite the matchmaker.” He nipped at her shoulder then his mouth travelled over her collarbone and down to her breast. His tongue lashed across her nipple, drawing a long moan. Heat flooded through her, and she arched into his mouth, wanting more pressure, wanting him to draw her deep. Sweet tension knotted inside her as her nipples drew tight, the areolas crinkling from the warmth of his tongue and the cool of the room.
She ran her hands over his back as she shifted restlessly beneath him. He was having nothing of it. His mouth worked over her breast, nipping and pulling at the tip until she was crying out mindlessly.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, moving to the other nipple. “I bet I could make you come just by doing this to your breasts.”
His tongue traced the tan circle of skin and occasionally flicked out to swipe over the tip. He twisted the bud he’d just left, drawing out a needy gasp. Lava seemed to burn through her. It pooled in her cunt, waiting to incinerate them both. His teeth caught the peak he worked, and she shattered, screaming his name.
Then he was there, driving forcefully into her, parting the folds that clenched from the cataclysm he’d wrought on her. He didn’t allow a moment’s reprieve as he pistoned in and out of her. Her body clutched at him, and she tumbled headlong into a second more powerful orgasm.
“Jamie!” she screamed. Her pussy turned to liquid around him. She clung to him, her head thrown back on the pillow, and her eyes squeezed shut. One leg curled over his hip as the other locked around his leg. His hand grabbed her thigh while he propped himself up with the other, his cock ever driving. He pressed his face to her neck.
Clinging together, they rocketed up another precipice.
“God, Rayna, you’re so tight around me.”
“Fuck me harder, Jamie. I want to feel you in me all day.”
He moved fast and hard. She met him shove for shove. A strange desperation propelled her. A need for him. A need to show him how special, how arousing, how perfect she found him.
With a deep groan, Jamie stiffened over her and his groin thrust forward one last time, pushing deep as he empty himself.
“Sweetness,” he gasped, panting unevenly.
“Mmm…” she mumbled, still caught in the overwhelming sensations of his loving. She hugged him, her cheek to his. Nothing—no one—was like this. Jamie could plug into her soul and give her everything she needed. This was supposed to be one week with no strings. Even with the talk of connection to Jamie, she was still supposed to leave in a few days. How would she be able to do it?
These last days, belonging to the O’Keefes… She’d never fit in so easily. She’d never felt so needed. Or desired. Even by Antonio, but he didn’t desire her. He wanted to own and subjugate her. She was a thing to him.
“You okay, love?” Jamie murmured, kissing a path along her neck. He slid over to lay beside her then cuddled her close.
There was a big difference between belonging and being owned, she decided as the warm glow of his caring blanketed her. She liked belonging to the O’Keefes—especially to Jamie. Staying here had been the right decision, but it was a decision that would alter the rest of her life. Nothing else would come close. She’d never forget Daly, Wyoming or the special men she’d met here.
* * * *
“Look at this.”
Sandwiched between David and Jamie in a booth at Leena’s, Rayna looked at the ad Patrick indicated while they waited for their lunches. Jamie’s arm lay behind her shoulders, a casual sign of possession. Still, David played his fingers along her thigh, rousing her rarely dormant desire for these men. She might spend most of her time with Jamie and be emotionally connected to him, but the other three men continued to send her pulse racing—something Jamie didn’t seem to mind.