Hidden Fire: Fire, Book 2: Red Hot Weekend (11 page)

“Taking too long,” she complained. “Need…to…touch.”

“Y-you’re touching yourself?” His voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

She should be blushing crimson. Should be ashamed, flaunting herself in front of him like this. She wasn’t. Doing these dirty deeds with Garreth only felt right. Telling him about them had been a turn on. Playing with her clit in front of him… Hell, she’d reached a whole new level of arousal. “Um-hmmm.”

“
Holy shit
.”

And then her hand wasn’t the only one stroking. He trailed his finger along her pussy lips and up over her ass. His touch was blisteringly hot, scalding her. And soothing too. He must have used lube, because his finger felt slippery and wet as he traced tiny circles around her tight ring of muscle. The same muscle that up until this night she’d always kept secret. Untouched.

The intimacy of it should have embarrassed her. Should have made her blush scarlet. It didn’t. It made wet heat gather between her legs.

“Keep playing with your clit, Jenn,” Garreth encouraged, and she stroked herself a little harder.

Pleasure fizzed through her, then expanded as he slipped his finger into her ass.

The invasion was shocking. Unexpected. Exhilarating. And so unbelievably pleasurable, Jenna groaned.

Before the sound had echoed off the walls, he thrust his cock inside the sodden depths of her pussy, filling her.

Jenna cried out at the instant pleasure. Clenched her muscles around his invading dick, held him inside as she grew accustomed to his presence. To his presence in her pussy and ass.

“Need another finger,” she begged.

Garreth wheezed. “Jeez, Jenn. You’re gonna make me come.” He let her have what she wanted, slipping a second finger into her ass, scissoring them inside her.

Her own heart skipped a beat. Or seven. “No! Not yet,” she gasped. “Want you to come inside me. Again.” The pressure of his fingers burned. Stung. But she twisted, took them deeper, and the burn gave way to pleasure.

“Wanna come inside you,” he rasped, plunging into her in slow, even thrusts. First with his cock and then with his fingers, filling her one hole at a time. “Wanna come inside you for the rest of my life.”

Jenna couldn’t contain her excitement. She ground back against him. “I wanna come with you inside me.”

“Christ, woman,” Garreth groaned. “Where have you been hiding? Why have you been hiding? Seeing the real you, the one you keep hidden… It’s doing my head in. Messing with my heart.”

And he wasn’t messing with her heart? Making her fall a little harder every minute? For the first time in forever Jenna wanted someone to see the real her. Wanted someone who appreciated the dark needs that lurked in her body.

“Only showing you what’s inside coz I trust you, Gaz.” She did. She trusted him completely. For the briefest time, she’d lost her faith in him, believing he’d slept with Rachel for all the wrong reasons. But he’d restored her faith. A million times over.

“I won’t let you down.” The promise was audible in his tone. “I’ll never let you down. Never betray that trust.” His words hung in the air between them, their reassurance echoing in her ears, warming her from the outside in.

Garreth stroked into her, burning her from the inside out. “And if you’ll have me, I’ll never leave you.”

Dear God, what was he offering? “Y-you’ll stay? With me? In Brisbane? You’ll cancel your return home?”

“Will you have me?”

“Will you hurt me?”

He stilled inside her. “Never, Jenn. Never, ever.”

She stilled as well, holding him in her pussy. Clasping his fingers in her ass. He’d do it? Seriously? Sacrifice all his plans to stay with her? “Wh-what about work?”

“Jackson’s leaving. The paper is hiring again. Work won’t
be a problem.”

“Your ticket home?” Dare she believe it could be this simple?

“I can delay my trip. Make it a holiday instead of a permanent situation.”

Again, he was making it all sound so easy. “All your reasons for leaving in the first place? What about them?”

Garreth was silent for a long moment. He ran his hand over her back, caressing her spine, her hips, her shoulders. “There was only ever one reason for going back.”

“What was it?” An expired visa perhaps?

“You, Jenn. I was going home because I couldn’t have you. And living this close, without being with you, was killing me.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Tears filled her eyes. He’d booked his ticket home to escape her?
No. No, no, no.
“Stay with me, Garreth. Please.”

He inhaled a shuddery breath. “Always, Jen. I’m yours.”

Tears filled her eyes. Happy tears. “I’m yours, if you’ll have me.” She would have said more, but Garreth chose that moment to pull out of her and thrust back in, stunning her into exquisite silence.

“You’re mine,” he roared as he thrust into her again and again.

His words thrilled her. Inflamed her. Made her throat close with overwhelming emotion. Her orgasm built steadily with pulses of undiluted pleasure, rendering her speechless. She fought to hang on though. They’d come this far together, she ached to go the distance with him. Ached to feel the stretch of his cock in her ass before she broke. Delight in his presence as he tunneled up that secret passage she’d never allowed a man access to…until now.

But the bliss of his thrusts was too overwhelming, the intensity of his commitment to her too enthralling. The pressure of his fingers proved too provocative. She couldn’t contain the excitement that built and expanded. Couldn’t stop the orgasm that washed over her.

He howled a low howl of pain and held himself rigid as she climaxed. Let her ride her release without giving in to his own. And ride it she did, calling out his name, shuddering beneath him.

The tremors seemed to last forever, the euphoria taking her to even higher planes. And when the orgasm subsided, Garreth wasted not a moment. He withdrew from her pussy and ass, lined his cock up with her anus and pushed ever so slowly inside.

The carnal, illicit action was too much. Emotional and physical overload. Half parts extreme gratification, half parts stinging pain.

Jenna cried out.

With a soft growl Garreth pushed deeper, seating himself fully in her dark tunnel. “Play with your clit,” he murmured. “Pleasure yourself. Give me everything.”

She did, and the gratification was so intense, her muscles contracted, trapping him inside her, clasping him tight then releasing him, squeezing him, relaxing.

He eased in and out of her ass, moaning her name.

Full. Dear God, she’d never been as full. Never indulged in anything this debauched before. Never knew pain could bring such pleasure.

She loved every second of it. She loved Garreth for leading her here. For introducing her to a world she’d always been too repressed to explore. She told him as much, whispered her love and her thanks.

His response? He lost control completely. He slammed into her from behind, filling her with strokes harder and wilder than any she could have comprehended.

Her body, utterly electrified by his thrusts and just a little shocked by the vigor of his passion, reached stimulation overload. When Garreth stroked into her one last time and came with a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing repeatedly in her ass, Jenna exploded. Tremors crashed over her, blinded her, the pleasure a thick cloud around her senses.

And when that pleasure slowly ebbed away, and Garreth collapsed in a heap beside her, his arms possessively clutching her tight, Jenna knew, with that bone deep sense of knowing, that now she’d been this open, this dirty with Garreth, she could never go back. Never wanted to go back.

She wanted to spend every minute of the rest of her life with him, being just as open. Just as dirty. Just as passionate. Just as loving.

And now she could.

Chapter Eight

“You tie knots like a pussy.”

Jackson looked up from the breakfast nook in the kitchen and grinned. “Good morning to you too.”

“I should nail your ass to the wall for that stunt.” Garreth ran a hand through his wet hair, thinking about Jenna, whom he’d left in the shower not five minutes ago.

Jack nodded. “Or you could just thank me.”

“You came at me from behind, you coward.”

Jackson had the audacity to laugh out loud. “’Course I did. You’re bigger than me, mate. Wasn’t about to take a chance, now was I?”

Garreth snorted. “Like I said, you’re a pussy.”

“Nah, you said I tie knots like a pussy. Which I don’t, by the way. I’m an expert.”

“An expert would have done a better job of keeping me tied up.”

“True,” Jack agreed. “If he’d wanted you to stay tied up.”

“You expected me to escape.” Garreth smacked his head at the realization.

“I wasn’t about to let my sister remain bound like that for hours on end, now was I?”

“You set me up,” he accused, although there was no heat in his voice.

“Then we’re even. You set me up. Might have pissed me off in the beginning, but it ended well. Very well indeed.”

Garreth shook his head, amazed. “How did you know? About my feelings for her?” He’d never said a word to Jack. For everything else they’d shared—and they’d shared a lot—his love for Jack’s sister was not one of them. Had Jenna even once given him a sign that she was open to his love, Garreth would have told him.

The first time Jenna had given him that sign was in the mountains, and Garreth had blown that opportunity before it had a chance to amount to anything.

“Rachel told me.”

Of course she did. Rachel had figured it out in the mountains. Realized that the woman Garreth loved, the one he’d spoken to Rachel about
—
without mentioning names
—
was Jenna. It stood to reason she’d have told Jackson.

Jack looked back down at the newspaper in front of him, but Garreth wasn’t fooled for a second. Garreth had his friend’s complete attention.

“And you approve?”

Jack turned a page. “You thought I wouldn’t?”

“You kidding me? You made a pact with your sister that lasted twelve years. Damn straight I thought you wouldn’t approve.”

Jackson frowned. “Yeah, well, I just wish I’d had the guts to end that pact a long time ago. For all of our sakes.”

Garreth let the silence settle peacefully between them. He had Jack’s approval, and that meant a whole heck of a lot to Garreth.

“I love her, Jack. Have for a long time.”

Jack nodded. “So I heard.”

“I’ll treat her good. I promise.”

“I have no doubt. But…”

Garreth raised a brow. “But what?”

“You’re leaving, mate. Going back to Toronto. Soon. How does that fit—” His question was cut off by a high-pitched shriek.

Garreth’s heart lurched. He charged from the kitchen—with Jackson less than a step behind him—sprinted through the dining room and screeched to a halt in the lounge room, gaping at the scene that greeted him.

Rachel faced them, her mouth widened in a scream, her eyes reflecting her shock. Water dripped down her cheeks.

Jenna stood with her back to Garreth. Her blond hair hung in a sheet down her back, over his sweater.
His sweater.
Christ, she looked good in it! She wore nothing beneath it. But then she had no need. The top was so big it swallowed her whole. All Garreth could see were her bare calves.

“Jenna,” Rachel said softly, reasonably. “You have to—”

Splat.

A stream of water hit her smack on the forehead.

Rachel yelped and wiped her face.

The second she dropped her hand, another stream of water hit her—much to Garreth’s amusement.

“Jenna!” Rachel yelled.

“You kidnapped me,” Jenna yelled back. “At gunpoint. You freaking held a gun to my head, blindfolded me, tied me up and kidnapped me.”
Splat.
A wet mark spread over Rachel’s shirt. “And you shot me. Repeatedly.”

Rachel’s mouth twitched and broke into a smile. “From the lovesick look on your face, I’m guessing I’m not the only one who shot you repeatedly last night.”

Jenna’s appalled gasp made Garreth grin. What a paradox his woman was. A prudish, prim soul on the outside, horrified by Rachel’s less than subtle jabs at how many times Garreth had come last night, and a wild, uninhibited vixen on the inside. Deep, deep down on the inside. Where no one could see. Well, almost no one. Just him.

“Rach!” Jackson’s reaction mirrored Jenna’s. He slapped his hands over his ears. “That’s my sister. You can’t say things like that in front of me.”

More water hit Rachel, making her gasp and chuckle at the same time.

“Your sister should be thanking me, not shooting me,” she told Jackson. “She looks like a woman who’s been well f— er, well loved. Because of us.”

Jenna gave an indignant shout and launched a vicious attack. She shot Rachel repeatedly with what Garreth could now see was a water pistol. When Rachel tried twisting out of the way, Jenna twisted with her. When Rachel ran, Jenna followed. And when Rachel ducked behind Jackson, laughing, Jenna shot her brother first—front and centre of his forehead—and then his girlfriend, using a sneaky underarm-and-from-the-side attack that made Garreth swell with pride.