Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series (57 page)

Ethan moves his hand back to where he was.
“I’m not going anywhere, until I’m done.”

“It’s okay, really.” She tries to get to her
feet only to be yanked back down into Ethan’s strong arms.

“It’s anything but ok. I’m not leaving you
hanging twice in one day. Don’t even suggest it.” His lips nibble
along her neck and she battles the feelings stirring between her
legs, knowing that she has to get him back on track and out the
door.

“Ethan, we have to be there in 20 minutes.
We don’t have time.”

“Plenty of time, baby.” He says still
nibbling her skin. “It only takes 10 minutes to walk there. It’s
only a few blocks down.”

She tries to pull away from him so she can
see his face. “Are you saying you think you can get the job done in
10 minutes?” She asks amused.

Ethan smirks and runs his hands over her
breasts giving her nipple a firm tug. “No, Olivia. I’m saying I
have 10 minutes to get the job done… but I’m going to get it done
in 5.”

Olivia laughs. “Yeah… that’s not going to
happen, but I admire your confidence.”

He leans his lips against hers and kisses
her repeatedly, over and over again. “Care to bet on it?” He asks
between kisses.

Not believing there is any chance in hell
that he can pull it off she accepts his challenge. “You’re on.
What’s the reward?”

“If you win, you can decide on how you want
the next round to play out.” He says biting her bottom lip and
holding it between his teeth.

“Ouch! “ She grimaces as she pulls away.
“Anything? Do I have to decide now?”

“No, you don’t have to decide now. It
doesn’t even have to be next time; you can play that chip anytime
it suits you. And yes, ANYTHING. I can’t imagine that there is
anything you desire that I wouldn’t do for you.” He runs his
fingers through her hair, wrapping it around his hand and tugging
on it playfully, pulling her head back. “Sexual or otherwise.” He
clarifies as he lowers his mouth to her neck nibbling at it. “We
were made for each other, you and I.”

Olivia came to that same conclusion in the
stairs early today, but the hot nibbling of his lips across her
neck and shoulder make her body burn with a powerful desire. “What
if you win?” She asks hesitantly, knowing all too well the filthy
mood that he’s in.

He takes a brief pensive moment and then his
face lights up. “You give up anal. I decide when and how.”

Olivia panics, putting both hands on his
chest and tries to push him away. “Hell no!”

Ethan grabs her hands and pulls them aside,
laughing. “Come on, baby” He pleads. “Have you ever tried it?”

“I came close to doing it once and it was
very painful.” She pulls her hands out of his grip.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her
onto his lap. “Then he didn’t know what he was doing. It can be
uncomfortable at first, but it will start to feel good. I promise,
I’ll take care of you properly.” There is a sincerity and
tenderness in his voice and for some reason his normally pale green
eyes are sparkling like emeralds. She has to force her gaze away
from him, shaking her head no.

“No way. Pick something else.” She doesn’t
feel bad in the least about the disappointment on his face; she’s
just not going there.

Raking his hand through his hair, his face
contorts in thought. Then a slow wicked grin starts to curl at the
corners of his mouth.

“What?” She asks cautiously, afraid of the
thoughts he’s having.

“Blow job.” He says, a little too
calmly.

“That’s it? Not much of a prize. What’s the
catch?” She asks suspiciously.

“You have to swallow.”

“You’re joking right?” She closes her eyes
and lowers her face, covering it with her hands, certain that she
hears him laugh out loud.

“Baby, I’m sure you’ve heard this before,
but guys NEVER joke about blow jobs.”

She thinks about the little fantasy she had
this afternoon, her hands bound with his tie. Him in complete
control and her helpless. The night they formed their agreement he
had expressed his desire for dominance and submission and hasn’t
even tried to take her there. What’s up with that? If she wins
that’s exactly what she wants. Her breath jumps and she clenches
her legs together. Feeling her reaction he leans so he can see her
face, raising his eyebrows in a quizzical gesture. What exactly is
she thinking about?

“Would you rather reconsider the other
offer?”

“Nooooo!” She shakes her head.

Ethan gets impatient. “Tick Tock, Miss
James. We’re running out of time. Current offer on the table is a
blow job complete with all the bells and whistles. Do we have a
deal?”

Gah! “Fine, we have a deal.” She blurts
out.

Ethan smiles and runs his thumb across her
lips, imagining them wrapped around his dick. “You’re going to
swallow?” He makes sure there are no misunderstandings about what
he expects.

“Yes.” She says, in disgust. “You’re such a
pig.”

He chuckles. “Say it out loud. I want to
hear you say it.”

She shakes her head, not believing that
she’s agreeing to this. “If you make me come in 5 minutes.”

“Or less.” He interrupts.

She rolls her eyes. “If you make me come in
5 minutes or less, I’ll give you a blow job.”

“And?”

“AND I’ll swallow.” She crosses his arms in
front of her like an angry child.

“Fuck, you’re adorable… and pouting won’t
get you out of it either, so don’t even try.” He warns.

“Dammit! I was going to give that a try.”
She admits.

He laughs. “Yes, well like I’ve mentioned
several times. I know you a lot better than you think.” He tips his
watch so she can see the time. “Check the time. Are you ready?” He
whispers into her ear.

“Jesus Ireland, I’ve been ready since this
afternoon. Get on with it already!”

In a split second, she’s looking up at the
ceiling and he’s between her legs. What the? One moment she was
sitting on his lap and the next she’s flat on her back. She has no
idea how he maneuvered her position that quickly. Maybe he really
is a Ninja?

Moving his lips over hers, he engages her in
the challenge as his hands quickly grasp the sides of her panties
and slides them down. Lifting her hips, she helps him pull them
down to her thighs where he can easily slide them the rest of the
way off. Once they’re gone he moves his mouth to her breast, taking
them one at a time in his mouth and sucking hard drawing a moan
from her.

Gliding his hand between her legs, he skims
along the folds of her sex. This time he wastes no time in pressing
firmly against her clit in a rhythm meant to get her there quickly.
And it’s working. She can feel the waves of pleasure starting to
build already and coiling tighter. When he inserts his finger into
her and thrusts in and out, she pushes her hips forward trying to
press herself harder against his hand. Forcefully he pushes her
legs further apart, widening her enough so that he can lower his
body between them and get his mouth on her. The first few long, wet
strokes with his tongue prime her for what’s to come. Leaning back
he trails kisses, starting at her knees and then licking and
nibbling back up her legs. Slowly and deliberately he grazes his
prickly two day growth of beard along the soft sensitive skin on
her thigh, leaving a trail of pink chaffed skin as he goes. It
stings a little but oh, how she has fantasized about how that would
feel. She’s not disappointed. The rough chaffing of his stubble
followed by his warm soft lips sets off a frenzy of sensations
through her body, the tension building at her core and aching for a
quick release. Oh My God he’s actually going to do it in five.

Small pleasured moans escape her throat,
alerting him that she’s getting close. She bends her knees and he
pushes them wider apart, adjusting her hips to give him a better
angle. Licking with heavy pressure on her clit, he feels it swell
and become slicker against his tongue. She can’t lay still any
longer, her body twitching and jumping against his mouth. Grinning
with satisfaction, he knows it’s time to close the deal and win the
bet. Sliding his fingers out of her pussy he draws the wetness down
towards her backside, massaging across sensitive nerve endings. She
opens her mouth, as he rims gently around the tight muscles of her
bottom, wanting to protest but unable to speak. His other hand
starts to work his fingers into her dripping pussy, angling them to
hit just the right spot and pumping them hard and relentlessly.

Closing his mouth around her clit, he
massages it one last time with his tongue before he draws in
heavily, sucking it hard. Her body starts to tremble, waves of
pleasure start to spread through her, and when he pushes his finger
with just the right amount of pressure against the tight ring of
her anus her response is nuclear! Her climax shoots through her
body shocking her system with an overload of sensations as she
screams out his name as she completely unravels. She shudders
against his mouth for what seems like forever, before the waves of
her orgasm start to fade.

Ethan lifts his head from between her legs
and looks at his watch. “You lose.” He chuckles as he holds his
forearm up so she can see it. Raising her head, she glances at the
time and groans. “Crap!”

Her legs are still bent and he sneaks out
from between them and then smoothes them down flat so she can rest
more comfortably for a few moments. “But I wouldn’t exactly call
that a loss, baby.” She pants as he moves beside her.

Moving towards her mouth, he kisses her.
“No, I suppose it wasn’t. I still get my blow job though.” He
chuckles as he starts to get up and then he pauses, thinking about
what she said and gives her that silly boyish grin.

“What?” She asks, terrified of what he’s
thinking.

He shrugs. “I like it when you call me baby.
You don’t do it often.”

Well fuck, if that isn’t the most adorable
thing he’s ever said. He confounds her sometimes with the contrast
between his tender admissions and his filthy mouth. Oh, and it’s a
wicked, wicked mouth at that. Finally getting a handle on her
breathing she sits up. “I better go clean up so we can get on our
way. I hope I can walk.”

“I’ll carry you if you need me to.”
Straightening out his clothing, he runs his fingers through his
hair.

“I think I’m ok.” Getting to her feet, she
makes her way into the bathroom. Joining her at the vanity, he
wraps his arms around her middle and nuzzles against her neck.
Looking at their reflection in the mirror, he stares for a long
while, pleased at how perfect they look together. She smiles
shaking her head in awe. “Really? 4 minutes and 28 seconds?

He starts to laugh. “Well, I’d like to
credit for my superlative oral skills, but honestly babe, you were
so worked up, a stiff wind on the walk to the restaurant would have
set you off.”

She laughs at the truth in his statement.
“You are sooo right about that.” She pauses and her expression
morphs into annoyance. “Wait a minute… you knew that and you still
let me take that bet?” She watches him in the mirror as his
shoulders shake with laugher. Not amused at all, her jaw drops and
she shoots him daggers with her eyes.

“A bet is a bet.” Pulling away smiling, he
pats her playfully on the bottom. “You finish cleaning up and I’ll
let John know we’re just leaving now. I’ll tell him that
negotiations took longer than expected.”

“Oh my God! I could strangle you sometimes!”
He ducks as she throws a towel at him, laughing heartily as he
quickly retreats into his office and safely out of her throwing
range.

As Ethan promised, it’s only a few blocks
and a very short walk to where they are meeting for dinner. The sun
slowly becomes lost behind the high rise buildings of the downtown
core, making it feel a little chillier than normal for a summer
evening. For some reason, Ethan’s mood mirrors the dark, cool air.
He’s been pretty quiet since they left the office and he’s kept a
noticeable foot of space between them as they walk, proof that
something is on his mind. Keeping his usual quick pace, Olivia
feels like she’s almost running to try and keep up with him and his
much larger strides. Shivering, she stops in the middle of the
sidewalk to zip up her hoodie. Ethan is several paces ahead before
he notices and stops to wait.

“Are you ok?” She asks, when she catches up
with him. “Something is stressing you. Is it because we’re
late?

Ethan growls in frustration, knowing that he
needs to come clean, but not wanting to. “No, not because of that.”
He looks away from her for a moment and expels an anxious breath
before looking down into her eyes. “It’s just that…” He stops
again, looking even more anxious.

She becomes nervous wondering what it is
that he’s having such a hard time saying to her. “Just say it,
whatever it is.” She searches his face for some kind of clue.

“This client is expecting me to keep her
entertained tonight. I need her to be happy going into her next
board meeting and that means that I may have to be somewhat
attentive to her tonight.“ Getting really uncomfortable talking
about it, he scrubs his hand over his face. “I just want to let you
know, before we get in there, that I have no interest in this
woman. Whatever you might see tonight… it’s only business. The only
thing I’m interested in… is the business deal.” He looks at her,
desperately needing her acknowledgement.

“Ok, I get it. I’m not going to have your
undivided attention tonight.”

He turns to start walking again, this time
holding her hand snugly in his. “I’m not happy about it. Not one
fucking bit. I just wanted to let you know what’s going on. I
didn’t want your girl brain to kick into overdrive once we get
there. I’m entertaining a client and that’s all.”