Whose Bride Is She Anyway (19 page)

August withdrew her fingers gently, licking each one with a sly grin. Tugging him to her, she kissed him deep and long, gripping thick handfuls of his hair. His cock strained against her skin, hot, hard.

Two could play at the game he had so skillfully created. Letting his head go, she lightly skimmed his cock as he thrust forward. “Look at me.” His eyes found hers. “Tell me what you want.”

Chuckling hoarsely, he answered, “Payback?”

“Do you want me to put you in my mouth, August and lick you?”

“Yesss,” he hissed into her mouth.

Covering his cock with her hand, she pumped slowly. “Then, tell me what you want.” Hearing the command in her vo ice, she shivered at the power she now held.

His hard shaft jumped at her demand, “I want you to lick my cock, suck me.” The words echoed around the bathroom, heavy and needy.

“I want you to come to
me
, August, put your cock in my mouth. Do you want that too?”

He bit her neck softly, “Yes, Tara…” he said through clenched teeth.

Smiling against his hair, she pumped his shaft with more vigor. “I want you to watch, August. I want you to watch in the mirror as I suck your cock, lick it … fuck you with my mouth. ”

August tensed, his body rigid against her. Was she driving him as insane as he’d driven her? “Stand up, August, put your cock in my mouth. ” Tugging the hard shaft, he stood at her request, as she turned slightly to her side, still reclining on the vanity. She drew him to her lips, letting her breath graze the heated flesh, but not opening her mouth. “Are you watching?” Her question was teasing.

Digging his hands into her hair, he cradled her head to him, “Yes,” he said, stiffly, as if his control were slipping. “Tara…” his tone was pleading.

In one fell swoop, she swallowed him, taking his entire length into the warmth of her mouth, then stilled, resting her tongue on the silken surface. August sucked in a sharp breath when her tongue danced slowly upward, pausing at the sensitive area just below the head of his cock. Laving it, she suckled with her lips, suctioning him as she cupped his balls. He groaned as she jammed his length into her mouth. She peeked upward to see his eyes trained on the mirror. His hands clutched her head when she took him as deeply as she could.

Her cheek grazed his belly, the crisp hair above his shaft scraping against her skin. He cupped her jaw with his hands as she pulled away from him, swung her legs around, slipped off the vanity and knelt before him on the bath mat. Making sure he was still facing the mirror, she reached upward to trace the hard lines of his abdomen. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she spoke. “Was that what you wanted?” She whispered between long, swift strokes of her tongue, “To be licked like this?”

His thighs trembled against her, and he thrust his cock at her lips, “Lick me, Tara,” he commanded.

Spreading his legs a bit, she swept her tongue over his balls, pushing them gently upward, laying them flush to his cock. Running her open mouth over him, she teased him from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his cock, darting her tongue in and out over his flesh. “Help me August, help me to please you … give me your hand.”

His hand touched hers and she wrapped it firmly around his cock, closing her own over it. She suckled his fingers, weaving between them, grazing his knuckles as she helped him pump his cock. Enveloping him once more, she followed his hand, sucking him deep into her mouth. August gripped the top of her head, the heel of his hand against her forehead, directing her, thrusting into her. His moans increased as he feverishly moved his hips.

“Stop,” he nearly yelled, dragging his cock away from her and yanking her roughly upward against his hard length.

Tara circled his waist with her arms, pressing her aching nipples into his chest. She buried her head in his neck when he said, “Trying to beat me at my own game?”

She felt no shame in admitting she needed him to want her as much as she wanted him.

“Does that mean I win? ” Leaning forward, she licked the flat disc of his nipple.

Walking her backwards, he turned her around to face the mirror again, cupping a breast and slipping his other hand between her thighs. Her arms went up around his neck and his cock burned against her spine. Arching against him, she sank backward into the solid wall of his chest. August’s hands were everywhere, skimming her thighs, fondling her clit; he licked a finger and rubbed it over her nipple. The need to have his hard cock buried inside her burned her pussy. She leaned forward on the counter, bracing herself on her elbows, watching his reflection in the mirror.

“Do I win yet?” She taunted him, raising her ass high in the air, pressing it against his muscled thighs, daring him to thrust into her. Spreading her legs, she exposed the soaking wet flesh that awaited him.

He reached for a condom on the vanity, ripped open the package and slid it on. “What do you want to win, Tara?” Leaning forward over her body, he ran his hands over the outside of her ass, kneading it, massaging it. “Do you want my cock in you? ” he whispered over her shoulder.

“Yesss,” she echoed his response from earlier.

“Tell me, tell me what you want,” he insisted as he pressed closer to her entrance, letting the tip of his cock hover there.

Boldly, she narrowed her eyes and stared into his. “I want your cock in me
now
, August. Fuck me hard. Don’t waste any time, just—fuck—me.”

Without hesitation, he thrust upward with force. Hard and thick, he slammed into her, stretching her until she was full with the heat of him. She jolted forward from the impact, inhaling sharply. Widening her stance, she braced her feet on the floor and straightened as her head fell back on his shoulder and her nipples tightened into stiff peaks. His body hunched to accommodate their height difference and she reached behind her, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Is that what you want, Tara?” He cradled her close, running his fingers along her arched neck, one hand holding her steady around her waist, flush against the wall of his chest. Plunging upward again, he asked once more, “Is this what you want, Tara?”

Meeting his hips with hers, she answered his question with a question. “Is it what
you
want, August?”

He slowed the pace of his thrusts, sliding in and out of her easily. “I want to fuck you until I can’t fuck anymore. I want to bury my cock so far in your cunt, you’ll never want another again. You’re so wet and tight, like no one I’ve ever experienced. I want to lick you unt il you beg me to stop, watch your luscious lips on my cock and drag my fingers through the sweet juice of your pussy. ” His gaze pierced hers, smoldering, on fire.

Those words, crudely honest, utterly carnal, were her undoing.

Gulping for air, she grabbed his wrist at her throat and eyed his reflection, big and intimidating behind her, “Oh, August…” she gasped as her heart tightened in her chest. “Don’t make me wait then, do it, do it now. Fuck me until I scream, until you come hard and fast, buried between my legs, take me with you. ”

And it was over, he lost control, ramming into her as she rolled her body into his. His hand, no longer around her waist, thrust between her thighs, stroking her aching, swollen clit. The distant slap of flesh excited her as the y crashed together.

Her eyes, half closed, took in the sight before her. August’s darker skin, a dark contrast against hers; their bodies joined, tightly woven in a dance of lust. She was more fulfilled than she’d ever been before. His cock inside of her brought her a sense of completion, the slick slide of him was
right.

With that thought, she let go of his waist and cupped her breasts, circling her nipples. Burning with the need for release, she arched into him for the last time, coming with a fierce howl. He pumped hard into her, keeping his hand between her legs as his big body shuddered. He nearly lifted her off her feet with the impact as he finished stroking, and she clenched him tightly with her inner walls.

Tara heard his struggle for breath, the rasping intake of his gulps for air. She shook from head to toe and leaned forward to rest against the vanity.

Withdrawing from her, he discarded the condom and quickly washed up at the sink.

Tara wobbled, breathless, speechless. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed, setting her down gently. Keeping her close, he kissed her eyelids, her nose, lingering on her lips.

“Oh, August … I … I’ve never…”

He climbed in beside her, pulling the covers up over them and snuggling her to him.

“Me either,” he mumbled into her hair.

“You have very little to say for yourself, Mr. Guthrie,” she chided, smiling against his chest. “Especially for a man who had
so much
to say in there.”

The deep rumble of laughter vibrated against her cheek. “You taunted me, teased me, made me do
unspeakable
things, Ms. Douglas.” He mocked the indignity of it all.

“I made you? ” Tara rolled her eyes. “Oh, that’s rich. ”

“You did, I never talk dirty like that. I’m a small town boy. ”

Resting her chin on her hands, she giggled. “Well, I’m a small town girl, August Guthrie and where I come from, we don’t talk like that.”

Kissing her forehead, he guffawed, “Sure could have fooled me, potty mouth. ”

“Like you should talk? You of the one-word sentences, all loose lipped and free.”

“Yep.”

“August?”

“Yep?”

“What are we going to do? It’s just not right for you to keep competing, but we don’t have a choice. Not only could we get in serious trouble, but we could end up hurting Kelsey in the process.” That shouldn’t matter to her, but the outlandish part of Tara who wanted to see Kelsey hurt for the torture she’d put her through had to stop living in the past. She’d made lemonade out of lemons, Tara was better for the cruelties she’d suffered in high school, she was in shape and happier because of it. Kelsey was still small, self centered and selfish. Nothing much had changed about Kelsey and pointing that out to her on national television was only going to make Tara just like her.

Whoa … well, wasn’t that the revelation of the millennium? It happened with rapid-fire discovery, and maybe a little because she was feeling generous now that she’d found August. In a way, that was enough justice unto itself.

For the first time since she’d begun this stupid vendetta against Kelsey, she was thinking clearly and it replaced the jumbled, freaked-out mess her head had been in since she started this journey. Not to mention her stomach.

But then there was August…

Ick.
If August didn’t like Kelsey’s behavior, how would he feel about her own? It mirrored Kelsey’s to a degree that now made Tara squirm with distaste. She had to tell August…

August snorted, “I don’t think Kelsey
can
be hurt. She’s a mean, pushy diva. Did you hear the way she screamed at the doctor and the makeup people?”

Tara nodded, casting her eyes downward. “The jury was all abuzz about it and Ms. Mary and I had a little taste of it. Look, I know firsthand what a bitch she can be, but what we’re doing isn’t much better.”

August tilted her chin upward. “I’d like to hear about this
firsthand
thing sometime when yo u’re ready. I get the feeling it was really cruel and one of the reasons you’re on the show to begin with. ”

Tara cringed
. If he only knew…
How could he
not
know? Tara shrugged and chose to bite the bullet. “Where the hell were you all of your senior year? We did graduate from the same class, didn’t we?”

Entwining his fingers with Tara’s, he stroked her hand with his thumb. “I graduated early. I finished up what was left of my credits and left in March. Told ya I was a geek.”

That explained it. August had graduated
before
the locker room incident. Tara wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad one. Opting for the glass-half-full theory, she shut up. She wasn’t ready to tell him yet, not when she’d only just begun to accept what happened as something she could never change, no matter how much humiliation she heaped on Kelsey. “Still, what we’re doing is wrong. ”

August sighed. “We didn’t expect to meet each other, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were here, looking the way you do, I’d have forfeited the dates week one, but I just couldn’t stay away. Winning some of those dates was strictly to impress you with my He-man abilities. I have a hard time turning down a challenge. I really think Kelsey’s interests will change once she has a date with someone other than me.”

Tara’s heart skipped a beat. “You still have to be voted out if we’re going to keep suspicion off of us.”

He sighed again. “That’s true and I won’t deny I hope it’s not until much later in the game. I don’t want to leave the island and miss all this dirty talk.” Tara’s face flushed. “But that also means I have to try and stick around, which
is
cheating.”

There was a smaller solution to this bigger problem. “Will you hate my guts if I stop voting for you? I won’t say a word to the others, but I warn you, they really like you with Kelsey. They probably will even if you
do
lose a competition. ” Tara hated that. The jury members thought August was better than sliced bread and every session they had to vote she wanted to scream,
He’s mine, damn you! Keep that slut away from him!
But she couldn’t and now she was in deeper than she ever dreamed she’d be. She was omitting information about her history with Kelsey, not just to the jury and the people on the show, but to August too. Now she regretted ever doing this stupid show. She was going to have to come clean. No one really had to know her motives for being here, but
she
knew, in her head. It was more guilt than she could take and August deserved to know she’d come here hell-bent on revenge and now, she just wanted to forget it ever happened. Showing Kelsey Little the new Tara Douglas wasn’t as important as what she hoped to create with August.

However, August was pretty competitive and if he won just one more date with that tramp…

“I think I’ve made myself pretty clear here, Tara. I don’t want to be with Kelsey. ”