Chapter 8

Bella was perfection. She was all lean legs and big tits and soft cries of pleasure. And she had come under my tongue like she had never been eaten out before, or at least not well. She had looked stunned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, and there is nothing more satisfying than knowing you made a woman speechless. I could have gone down on her all damn day, but I thought she would protest.

Since my brother had so graciously stocked this place with enough condoms to fuck the entire state of Maine, I figured there was no reason not to take Bella. She needed to know that sex could be something more than just mildly enjoyable. She needed to know that she could scream and beg for it. I had a lot of plans for her for the next twenty-four hours running through my head, but the second I sank inside her tight, sweet pussy they all fled.

There was nothing but her.

Her tight heat gripping me.

Her nails digging into me.

Her mouth dropping open in shock and pleasure.

Her sweet gasps, emerging each time I thrust deep inside her.

Damn, so fucking good.

Sex shouldn’t be that different than with any other girl I’d been with. But it was. There was something about her vulnerability that had me by the nuts and wouldn’t let go. She was trusting me to do right by her.

When was the last time anyone had put their full trust in me?

Not lately, that was for damn sure. Maybe not since my girlfriend straight out of high school.

I wanted to make this right for Bella.

Someday when she looked back on this day, the day she had ditched her shitty cheating piece-of-shit fiancé, I wanted her to remember that at least the sex was good. I wanted her to see it as a turning point when she stopped letting men dictate how she felt about herself.

Which, to be honest, was pretty fucking deep for me when I was seven inches into her pussy. It was more than a little scary.

So I did the only thing I could—I got rough.

Yanking her hip up higher so I could get as deep as possible, I looked down at her. “You like that? You like it deep?”

Bella’s eyes were wide and she nodded, like she still couldn’t speak. There was nothing sexier than having her beneath me and hearing that sharp exhalation of air from her lungs every time I plowed into her. I ran my fingers through her thick hair, wrapping the strands around and around, so I had a tight grip on her.

She whimpered. Not from fear or pain but from pleasure. She looked exactly like I wanted her to. Confused. Swept away. Aroused beyond rational thought.

Bella didn’t need a selfish, bored lover. Bella didn’t need some guy who took advantage of her sweet, generous nature and never gave back.

She needed me. Someone to take charge and show her what she wanted. What she liked.

When I found myself too close to the edge, I rolled onto my back, taking Bella with me. Her hair spilled all over my chest but my grip kept it from covering her face. I wanted to see her beautiful face, her wide eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breasts splayed across me.

“Letting you ride me.” But I felt like I knew her well enough to know she wasn’t going to sit straight up and grind herself on my cock. So I took her hip and thrust into her, encouraging her to meet me halfway.

“Oh!” she said. “This actually works.” She sounded surprised. “It’s touching my…

“Your clit, baby? Is your clit rubbing on me?” I let go of her hair even though it might spill forward because I wanted to grab both of her hips and create a really smooth rhythm for her.

She nodded. “And my nipples. Oh geez, Christian.” She was panting.

There was something so sweet and powerful about her stunned arousal. I felt like I was doing important work. The teacher and his student. She had just solved the equation of sex for the first time.

I was so turned on, gritting my teeth, that I couldn’t resist a light smack on the high curve of her sweet ass. She jerked.

“What was that for?”

“For being so sexy.”

“I need to be punished for that?” Bella bit her lip as she continued to move with me. “Okay. Whatever you think is best.”

Holy fuck.

What could be sexier than that?

Nothing.

But I wasn’t going to push my luck. This was her moment. I held her tightly, helped her own her rhythm. Her eyes drifted closed. It felt like she was genuinely just in the moment, exploring her pleasure points. Sweet, soft moans escaped her generous lips and she experimented with moving her tits so her nipples brushed against my chest.

Then suddenly her eyes flew open and she came silently, her expression stunned. I could feel her pussy milk my cock and nothing had ever felt so good. “That’s it,” I told her. “You got it, princess. Come for me.”

“Oh my God,” she breathed, grinding herself down onto me in frantic, shaky movements, like she wanted to hold on to it, extend it indefinitely. Like it might escape her.

It was amazing to watch.

When she finally collapsed on me, she gave a soft laugh. “Wow.”

I let her gather her breath. Ten seconds. Then I rolled her onto her back again. I needed to go deep. Bella was a limp tangle of legs and blond hair. She let me maneuver her where I wanted her. I took her to the edge of the mattress. It was a normal height, off the floor on a frame, so I had a perfect angle. She was smiling a little, like she was proud of herself for coming. She looked beautiful and delicious. I grabbed her ankles with my hand and lifted them high up on my chest, to the right so her feet didn’t knock me in the face.

Her smile slipped. “What are you doing?”

But I was already easing into her. “What do you think?” I thrust hard and deep into her welcoming heat. I wasn’t sure why I’d chosen this position, but I just wanted to drive as deep as I could, and I instinctively knew she wasn’t going to want to turn around and get on all fours. Not her style. Not yet anyway.

“I don’t know,” she said without irony.

“I’m driving my cock into you,” I said, my throat closing up as I sank into her again and again. “Take a look.”

She glanced down at our bodies joining and she sucked in a breath. Her tits were bouncing from the effort and from my rhythm. It was a perfect view. Her cheeks turned pink right before my eyes. But she didn’t look away.

Instead, she licked her bottom lip.

Just drew the tip of that tongue across the juicy plumpness of her lip, still covered in her wedding lipstick. Her false eyelashes fluttered. “Oh my,” she whispered. “That’s kind of hot, isn’t it?”

I nodded. “Fuck yeah.”

She dropped her head back, her eyes drifting closed as she gave the world’s most amazing moan. It was one of shock in her own pleasure. I felt like I had won a gold medal, the Boston Marathon, and the lottery all at once. Like, dude, I did that.

It was all I needed to put me over the edge.

I gripped her ankles harder and picked up my speed, watching her face. Loving the way she had so much wonderment in her expression. Her legs were so long, so bronze, her stomach flat, tits bouncing from my pounding.

All of this was better than I could have expected. It was satisfying on a whole different level.

So I exploded inside her, gritting my teeth, riding out the wave in silence.

Bella murmured, “Christian.”

It nearly destroyed me. It was just so damn hot. That damn tug again. There it was: Warning—Danger Ahead.

Her hand fluttered up to her hair as I tried to breathe, relaxing my grip on her skin. She pushed her hair off her face and I saw that huge-ass diamond ring on her finger. There were so many diamonds it had to cost more than my mother’s house. The light was playing off it and it pissed me off. I wasn’t even sure why.

Maybe because I had always had the sense that marriage and a family wouldn’t be in my future. And that this asshole, born to privilege, had had it and threw it away like it didn’t matter at all. If I had to guess, Bradley Alexander hadn’t thought Bella would leave him.

I stepped back, pulling out of her. Gently, I lowered her legs onto the bed and turned so I could peel the condom off. I also didn’t want her to see my anger. I felt angry seeing that ring.

Once I had composed myself and tossed the condom into the garbage can (with a fucking lid; my brother was on that shit), I turned back to Bella. She was just lying there, breathing hard, her cheeks pink. Her legs were exactly where I had dropped them.

“Told you I could make you come,” I said with more arrogance than I intended.

Her throat moved visibly when she swallowed. “I stand corrected.”

“Do you want that glass of wine now?”

She nodded.

I reached down, and unable to resist, tapped her monstrous engagement ring. “So now you know there is a lot of fun to be had between vanilla sex and ass play. A whole lot of fun.”

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Christian turned and I lay there, my dress bunched around my waist, stunned. He had a strong back, the muscles rippling as he reached up over his head in a stretch, like he needed to loosen up. I had definitely loosened up. More than I could have thought possible.

His tongue…

His cock…

I pictured it driving into me again and felt a hot flush rush over my entire body. I had never looked at a cock entering me before, at least not at that particular angle, where it really was like being drilled. It seemed so improbable and so unbelievably sexy.

I thought about his words. I didn’t like the implication that I was not into sex.

“I told you I like sex,” I said. “That’s not the issue.” I don’t know why I didn’t just give him the credit he deserved. Maybe because he was arrogant enough already.

Christian glanced at me over his shoulder as he pulled out a bottle of wine from the chiller. “There’s only one issue and it’s related to that ring on your finger. Otherwise, I don’t see any issues at all.”

He meant that Bradley hadn’t gotten me off, and in a way, he was right. It wasn’t that I never had an orgasm with Bradley, but it took significant effort on his part and major concentration on mine. But I didn’t want to talk about Bradley. Ever again. I wanted to just revel in the newfound knowledge that I could orgasm with relative ease when I relaxed and let go. That having Christian go down on me could be sexy, not awkward.

If he could, some other man in the future could too, right?

Someday I would think about what had been different with Christian. Why I had been so turned on. But later. I didn’t want to think right now and ruin the mood.

Readjusting my dress so it covered my top and bottom parts, I rolled onto my side and propped my head up with my palm. “I don’t want to talk about issues.”

He popped the cork. “Good. Because I don’t even want to talk.”

Me either. Not about Bradley. Or issues. And not about the Tiffany ring that cost more than some people’s brand-new cars. Because it clearly bothered Christian I pulled it off my finger and rolled it between my flesh of my thumb and index finger, surprised at how little I felt removing it. I had been wearing that ring for over a year, its weight a part of me. I loved the sparkle when I reached for things, and the compliments from the nail techs when I got a manicure. I loved the message it sent to everyone—she is loved. She is worthy of a diamond.

So much show and bullshit. Why do we ascribe so much value to a piece of jewelry? A man’s love isn’t measured by the karats he can buy. So if I was honest with myself, why wouldn’t I have been content with an inexpensive ring, more sentimental than valuable?

Because I needed the proof.

That thought made me relinquish the ring without hesitation.

I had left my purse in the cabin, so I stretched my arm and set the ring up on the shelf next to a dildo. Diamonds and a fake dick. The thought made me feel a little ridiculous. I rolled onto my back and laughed softly. What a bizarre juxtaposition.

This was as far from how today was supposed to go as you could possibly get.

And yet…this version was better than standing at the altar vowing to love and cherish Bradley until death do us part. Because that was no longer my truth. It would have been a total lie. I didn’t want any more lies. I wanted the truth, no matter how unpleasant or plebeian.

Right at this moment my truth was I had been able to orgasm. It felt absolutely freeing. I was downright giddy.

I sat up when Christian handed me a glass of wine. I sipped it delicately. “So your brother is quite the ladies’ man. Actually, I guess all of you Jordan brothers are.”

He sat down next to me, still naked. It didn’t seem to make him uncomfortable. Though why would it? He looked like the perfect male specimen naked. He drank half the glass in one swallow. “I’m thirsty. And I am not going to discuss any of my brothers with you. They can fuck off.”

“I wasn’t planning to trade you out. I am just curious.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” He took the glass of wine back from me and set it on the shelf. “Seriously.”

Christian gave me a deep kiss that made my toes curl. I actually shivered.

Then I gasped when he took the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head.

“Round two,” he murmured, burying his lips in my neck.

“What?” I was scandalized. And a touch nervous, but willing to try. “Maybe we shouldn’t, you know, ruin a good thing?” I posed it like a question, but I was convinced it would in fact ruin it, but then again, what the actual hell did I know?

Clearly nothing.

“No, silly.”

I had half the sense he was making fun of me because silly was my word, not his. But I wasn’t going to argue about it right now because he was teasing his thumb across my nipple and it actually felt good. Surprisingly good. I would have thought my nipples would have closed up shop for the night.

Wrong. I was totally wrong.

This time Christian kissed me steadily, easily, deeply. He stroked with his tongue and his fingers simultaneously. He gave me the sense that he had nothing better to do. That he could keep this going indefinitely. I felt oddly cherished. Ironic that the man who was essentially a stranger could make me feel that way. A stranger who had been inside me.

God, I couldn’t believe my reality.

Yet…it wasn’t a bad reality if I just focused on the here and now.

For the very first time in my life I was actually doing that.

I trusted Christian because he hadn’t been wrong yet. I couldn’t argue with his quick results. So I just kissed him back with all the fervor and relief and passion I felt. I always felt light-headed around him. I blamed it on the sugar rush, the wine, the trauma of fleeing the church.

But maybe it was just him. Him and me.

He broke off our kiss and bent over and took my nipple into his mouth. I gasped. I felt the tug of that all the way deep down into my womb.

“Lift your ass,” he urged.

I had rearranged my panties back into place, and when I obeyed him he slid them down over my thighs. He jerked them off my feet and threw them somewhere in the direction of the bottom of the bed. He unhooked my bra while I sat there passively and let him. I felt vulnerable without my dress shielding my waist and hips. It made no sense, but it was true. I felt shy. But Christian went right back to kissing me and I forgot to be embarrassed by what we were doing.

His hands were big and rough and they were everywhere. He massaged my nipples. He slipped inside my damp heat. He teased over my hips, my waist, my cheek. It felt like he was burning a path everywhere he touched, setting my skin on fire. I was relaxed and aroused.

“Lie down.” He nudged my hip.

I fell back onto the bed without question, peeling a stray hair off my swollen lip.

“No, on your stomach.”

“On my stomach?” I asked, dubiously. “I don’t think…”

Christian shifted over me, caressing a thumb over my lip. “Bella.” That thumb moved down and pressed against my clit, and slid inside me.

Pleasure rushed over me. A sweet, hard ache. “Yes?” I breathed.

“Roll over.” He pulled his thumb away.

The loss was disappointing. So I rolled over and started to rise up. “On my hands and knees?” I asked, assuming he wanted doggie style.

“No. Flat on your stomach.”

I honestly wasn’t sure what that was all about, but Christian hadn’t let me down so far. Feeling a little lazy, the multiple orgasms releasing some of my tension, I just went down onto my stomach, letting my legs drift apart naturally. I turned my head to the side, my hands palms on the mattress. I could feel the moisture Christian had coaxed from me rubbing against the sheet and a mild tinge of embarrassment rose inside me. Yet it also felt sexy.

My whole body felt tingly, sensitive.

When Christian slid inside me from behind, I was surprised at how easy the angle was. To me, that wouldn’t have even seemed like it would have worked. Apparently I hadn’t experimented enough with sexual positions, because this was an easy, lazy, sensual position. He didn’t seem to be working too hard, and I wasn’t doing anything at all. I was just lying there, corpse pose, like I was getting a massage, feeling very Zen. Except his cock was inside me, stroking me deliciously.

It made him seem bigger, more expansive, as I could feel the heft of him pushing me into the mattress. I gave a soft, low moan of pleasure. His hand shifted on my hip and suddenly his finger was there, teasing at my clit. He had a good sense of rhythm and was adept at reading me. Because if I shifted my hips or made a slight sound, he continued without interruption.

My eyes were closed and it just felt so good, so easy, that I wasn’t even surprised this time when a slow, relaxed orgasm swept over me. I did press my hips down to make sure Christian didn’t move his finger, but otherwise I made no movement. I just let him pleasure me. He knew when I had finished coming and pulled his finger away, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

But it wasn’t frantic, just steady, hard. He came with a small grunt, nothing more, and I felt the throbbing deep inside me.

After a few seconds he had retreated and settled down onto the mattress next to me. I sighed and rolled onto my back. His big hand draped over my waist. He didn’t speak and I was grateful. I felt empty of words, emotion, and it wasn’t a bad feeling. Just the opposite. I felt more relaxed than I had in months. So much so that I actually dozed off.

It wasn’t a true sleep. Just a hazy in and out of steady breathing, warm air, and the heavy feel of Christian’s hand on my hip. It was like drifting down a lazy river, my thoughts empty, senses acute.

“Hey,” he murmured to me finally, sounding satisfied. “How was your nap, princess?”

“Good,” I said, yawning. “I’m hungry.”

“Thank God, because I’m starving. How about I go pick us up something? You probably shouldn’t go into town right now.”

I knew that should concern me. My runaway bride status. But as I lay there in that caboose, Christian big and strong beside me, our bodies sticky in the summer heat, I stared at the rounded ceiling and felt nothing but relief. I didn’t want to be alone though.

“I’ll go with you. I’ll just duck down in the car.”

Twenty minutes later, we had both taken a quick shower back in the cabin and we were dressed. We climbed into Christian’s car and rolled down the driveway.

“People are going to see you,” he said, shaking his head in amusement at my attempt at camouflage. I was wearing his baseball hat and my huge sunglasses I’d had stashed in my overnight bag. “And that is not a legitimate disguise.”

“I told you, I’ll duck down.”

“You should practice that then,” he said.

I tried to bend forward but he said, “No, turn sideways. Put your head in my lap.”

It wasn’t until I was bent over obediently, mouth perilously close to the front of his jeans, and he laughed that I realized he had been joking. He just wanted me to stick my face in his junk.

“Hey,” I said, attempting to rise, indignant but amused too. “What are you, twelve years old?”

“Come on,” he said. “Just stay there a minute. Think about how you’re torturing me.”

It was a total con, yet oddly intriguing. I rested my head down on his thigh, and fluttered my fingers over the fabric of his jeans. “Hmm, why would this be torture?”

I blew on his crotch, purely out of instinct.

To my surprise, Christian actually jerked a little. “Princess. Not funny.”

But his response had emboldened me. I sat up a little and pulled his zipper down. Now he gave a little growl in the back of his throat. “Bella.”

“Yes?” The motion of the car driving down a country road felt very fast in my current position and I glanced up at him, really wanting to embrace the freedom I was feeling.

He glanced down at me. “I was going to tell you to stop, but what am I, a fucking idiot? Just stay low and I’ll let you know when we’re almost in town.”

“Okay.” I pulled his cock out. It occurred to me that if anyone glanced in the car, they would probably be able to interpret what was going on. But I also figured it would take another car being parked beside us for anyone to really be able to look down into Christian’s lap. Two cars passing in the opposite direction on a country road couldn’t see all that much.

So I was reassured that no one would report back to whoever might listen that Bella Bigelow was blowing a bartender in his car.

That thought made me grin. The thrill of this, the sense of impropriety, was freeing. Exciting. I took Christian’s cock into my mouth and went deep. He made a sound in the back of his throat.

This wasn’t my area of expertise, but oddly the fact that Christian was big—way bigger than Bradley—seemed to actually help me. There wasn’t as much movement. There was only one option: open wide and slide my mouth up and down on him. He tasted like soap and skin and I liked the warm heat of being in his lap, my hair spilling over his thighs.

Christian gripped the back of my head, but he didn’t take over my movements. He just petted and stroked my hair, giving me encouraging sounds. I went at it, actually enjoying myself for maybe the first time ever.

But then he pulled me off of him. “What?” I asked, glancing up the length of him, breathing a little hard from my exertions.

He glanced down at me with those pale blue eyes, his jaw clenched. Then he focused back on the road. “Too much, babe. It feels too good and I’m not coming in you in the car. But also, we’re almost to town. You need to sit up.”

“Oh, okay.” I wiped my mouth and sat up, pleased with myself. I gave him a smug smile.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you got exactly what you wanted.”

“But I did.” Then I realized the irony of those words.

I hadn’t gotten anything I had thought I wanted today.

And I wasn’t going to hide in the car either.

So, wearing my sunglasses and my hat, I strode into the pizza place with Christian. He had placed the order on his phone, and when I saw he had a two-liter soda to go with our pizza, I looked at him in question.

He grinned. “You owe me a serenade of the alphabet song.”

I laughed. With anyone else I would assume he didn’t really expect me to burp for him, but with Christian I knew he meant it.

He wanted to see the real Bella, belching and all.

It was like an entire lifetime of pleasing other people was shaken to the core.

I could be me, even if I didn’t entirely know who that was.

“Is there anything else I owe you?” I asked, meaning it to be suggestive.

But Christian leaned on the counter and smiled at me. He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Baby, you don’t owe me anything. This is all about you. All of it.”

The sounds of the cashier ringing up our order and the hum of voices from the kitchen faded into the background. My eyes teared up behind my sunglasses and my heart squeezed. Christian really was a good man.

And I realized that I was just vulnerable and still gullible enough that I might actually fall for him.

I couldn’t let that happen. I took a step back, shifting out of his touch, and grabbed the pizza box off the counter.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” I said, lighthearted and flirtatious.

This was about sex. Nothing more.

I needed to remember that.