Wild For Mr. Wrong (9 page)

Once he was seated to the hilt, he began making shallow thrusts.  His shaft rubbed aggressively against her tight folds, and all the while his fingers worked magic on her clitoris.  

Bryn moaned.  Daniel groaned.  He pulled completely out of her, spread her thighs even wider still, and started to lick her from behind.

The pressure of desire climbed its way higher and higher in Bryn’s body until she exploded.  He slid inside her, groaning at the way she clenched at him, and came less than a minute later.

Kissing her shoulder, he eased out of her, then led her into the bedroom where he slipped with her under the covers, his large body cradling hers from behind.

After a while, she managed to rouse herself.  “Wasn’t I going to make you something to eat?” she murmured.

“
Who needs food when I’ve got you here? Besides, I figured I could show you that being wild isn’t a bad thing.  Not when you’re with someone you can be safe with.”

With her body still tingling, she twisted to look at him.  “So you’re feeling better?  No longer blaming yourself?”

“
You being here helps.  More than you can ever know.  How about you?”

She thought about it.  Reached out and twined her fingers with his.  “It helps,” she echoed.  

“
Then we make a pretty good team, don’t you think?  Even if you are a prosecutor and I’m a defense attorney.”  He looked at her with anxious eyes, and that expression of insecurity melted away all her final defenses.

Nothing was perfect.  Their jobs were complicated.  What motivated people to hurt others and what motivated others to believe in redemption was complicated.  Nothing about today had made Daniel or Bryn’s guilt disappear.  Maybe it never would completely.

Even so, together they had so much more to look forward to than if they were apart.  

They could rely on one another and help each other be the best they could be.  And when they made mistakes, they could remind the other how special they were.  

How treasured.

How loved.  

Bryn pulled Daniel’s mouth down for a kiss.  “We’ll make a great team.  The best.”

“
Of course, we have our friend Tam to thank.  For seeing how special you are and enabling me to see it, too.”

“
Hmm,” she purred with contentment.  “And for sending you to my house that night.  For pushing me to take what I wanted, despite my fears.”

“
She’s good at that,” Daniel agreed.  “And so am I.  But I’m good at giving, too.  I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted, Bryn.  All you’ll ever need.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she hugged him close, holding on tight.  “You already have.”  

THE END

 Virna DePaul
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~Melina Parker prides herself on being a lady in public, but after she's dumped yet again for being a lady in the bedroom, she's ready to go back to school.  

~Determined to find her inner sex diva, she enlists her childhood friend, Max Dalton, to tutor her after hours.

~Instead, she ends up in the wrong bed and gets a lesson in passion from Max's twin brother, Rhys Dalton, a man Melina's always secretly wanted but never thought she could have.

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Dalton’s Magic Rule #1: Never reveal your secrets.

“
Hey, ladybug.”

Fourteen-year-old Melina Parker’s hand jerked at the sound of Rhys Dalton’s voice, causing the lizard in her palm to scamper away.  Standing, she frowned to hide the sudden flight of butterflies in her stomach.  “Darn it, Rhys.  It took me almost an hour to get that one to come to me.”

Rhys, who even at sixteen towered over Melina’s petite frame, rolled his eyes.  An identical twin, it was hard for Melina to believe there were two gorgeous guys with that same shade of honey-colored hair and light green eyes walking the Earth.

“
Your mom said to tell you to stay clean.”  The left side of his mouth quirked up, revealing the slightest hint of a dimple.  “Guess it’s too late for that.”

Melina glanced down at the dust covering her jeans.  Grimacing, she slapped at the dirt and groaned.  “She’s going to kill me.  She’s already mad that I wouldn’t wear the dress she bought me.  You should have seen it, Rhys.  It had polka dots.  I mean, me in polka dots.  Can you imagine?”

“
Oh, come on, it makes sense.  Plus, I think you’d be cute in a dress.”

At the quiet words, Melina’s head jerked up.  He couldn’t have meant—?

No, of course not.  He’d been so distant lately.  He wasn’t even looking at her.  Instead, he was staring down at a playing card in his hands, folding it.  Nothing strange about that.  Like their parents, Rhys and his twin brother Max were always fiddling with some kind of magic trick.  He was particularly fond of making coins disappear.  Sometimes she wished he could make her crush on him disappear just as easily, but first she’d have to admit it to him.  That was so never going to happen.  She’d seen the types of girls he and Max were attracted to, and plain, chubby tomboys need not apply.

Nudging her glasses in place, she moved closer, trying to see what he was doing.  “Um.  So, have you heard from Max?”  

His hands paused briefly before continuing.  “Just that he doesn’t hate football camp nearly as much as he thought he would.  Might have something to do with the girls camp next door.”  

She snickered.  “Bet you’re wishing you’d gone to camp when you’d had the chance, huh?”

“
Nope.”  

“
Why not?”

His gaze met hers.  Unlike Max’s, Rhys’s pupils had a slight amber ring around them.  She’d read somewhere that differing eye color in identical twins was extremely rare.  The subtle difference fit Rhys’s personality.  While Max was almost always carefree and playful, Rhys had a quiet calmness about him—as if part of his mind was someplace else, someplace no one else could go.

He shrugged.  “Time at home is rare, you know that.”

Melina nodded.  She did.  It was the hardest thing about being friends with the Dalton twins—the amount of time she had to spend missing them.  Unless Rhys’s folks were working up a new act, like now, they spent their time traveling and performing.  Still, despite having to be schooled on the road by tutors, Rhys and Max always seemed to enjoy going to new places.  She certainly envied their chance to see more than this small, university town she called home.  

“
Poor baby,” she teased, plucking a blade of grass from the ground and twirling it.  “Getting to see the world with your famous parents must be a drag, huh?”

He frowned, then shook his head.  “No, you’re right.  It’s great.”  He thrust his hand toward her.  “Here.  To replace the one I scared away.”

Dropping the blade of grass, she reached out and took the card.  Looking down at it, she gasped.  He’d folded the card into a shape that clearly resembled a lizard, with one spade as its eye.  A smile split her face, and she actually squealed.  “It’s so cute!”

She looked up, happy to see that his frown had disappeared.  A hank of hair had fallen over his eyes, and her fingers itched to push it back.  She wouldn’t have thought twice about it if he’d been Max, but with Rhys?  She couldn’t risk revealing how she felt about him.  Next thing she knew, he’d pat her on the head and stop talking to her altogether, and that would kill her.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged again.  “I got this book from the library—”

A movement behind his shoulder made her eyes widen.  “Max?”  She looked at Rhys, whose expression stiffened.  “It’s Max!”

Running past Rhys, she threw herself at Max.  He laughed and lifted her, twirling her around before setting her on her feet.  Even to an outsider, the differences between him and his brother would be obvious now.  He was tanner, and his hair had grown longer, almost touching his shoulders.  She reached out and flipped it.  “What’s with the girly hair?”

He narrowed his eyes and flicked a finger over her nose.  “Still playing in the dirt, are you?”   

She slapped his hand away.  “You’re home early.  Rhys said you were having fun at camp.”

“
I was.  But I wanted to see what Mom and Dad were up to with the act.  They’re really pushing for something unique for the European tour.  Your parents are here helping them?”

“
Every day for the past week.  Some kind of mechanical thingy.”

Max grinned and flung an arm around her shoulder.  “Cool.  Let’s go check it out.”

“
Okay.  But first look at what Rhys made me.”  She lifted up the paper lizard even as she turned to Rhys.  “It’s so cool.  Rhys, let’s—”

Rhys walked past her, nodding his head at his brother and slapping him on the shoulder.  “Come on, dude.  You’re gonna love it.   It’s huge.  I mean—“

As they walked in front of her, the two of them laughing and shoving, Melina frowned.  She watched them, the easy way they had with each other, and hesitated.  They’d be back on the road in another few weeks, and then it would be just her and her parents in their quiet little house, all of their noses immersed in books.  No one to call her ladybug or practice tricks on.  

No one to dream about.  

Which was silly, anyway.  Her parents said things came to fruition through research and application, not dreaming.  And they were right about everything.

Except polka dot dresses, she amended.

With a sigh, she carefully pocketed the paper lizard and scrambled to catch up with them.  “Hey, guys!  Wait up!”  

Dalton’s Magic Rule #2: Continually challenge yourself.

“
Listen to this,” Lucy Conrad said, waving Melina’s magazine like a red flag.  “98.9% of all women sometimes wish their lovers would just grab them, throw them down and fuck the holy hell out of them.”  Tossing the magazine on the sofa, she pointed a finger in Melina’s direction, her short, spiky red hair fairly vibrating. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

“
That women like to feel wanted?” Melina guessed, handing Lucy a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream before dropping into the chair across from her.  Sitting cross-legged, Melina adjusted her glasses, then scooped out a bite of Chunky Monkey from her own carton.  It had been exactly seven days since she’d allowed herself this taste of heaven.  When the cold confection touched her tongue, she closed her eyes in appreciation.  “Hmmm,” she purred.  “Gotta love Girl’s Night In.”

“
You can say that again.”  The soft but impassioned reply came from Grace Sinclair, who sat in a chair next to Melina.  Melina held out her spoon and Grace delicately tapped it with her own.  Grace, a career counselor in the university’s humanities department, was class and calmness personified.  While Lucy was Cherry Garcia—cherry ice cream with cherries and fudge flakes—Grace was Ben and Jerry’s Crème Brulee—sweet custard ice cream with a caramelized sugar swirl.  Blond and willowy with cool porcelain skin, Grace spoke with just a hint of southern drawl.  “All we need is a Viggo Mortensen movie and I’d be half-way to heaven.”  

“
You already tried that, remember?  Even with Viggo’s voice playing in the background, you couldn’t get off.”

Grace squinted at Lucy while waving her spoon.  “Now don’t you go blaming that on Viggo.  I could hardly hear him with all the grunting noises Phillip was making.”  Grace wrinkled her nose.  “I swear, the man had the nicest table manners, but in bed…”  She gave a mock shudder.