Wild Night: Frenemies Romance (Wilder Irish Book 10) Read online

  Or at least, it used to be. Before Kelli started talking about babies, and he’d starting to think maybe his “good times” weren’t that much fun anymore.

  Nope. Not going there, he decided as he carefully made his way to the bed. He rummaged through his nightstand drawer quietly, pulling out a couple of condoms so they’d be easily accessible when they got to that point.

  Tugging off his T-shirt and jeans, he crawled into the bed in only his boxers, sliding next to Brooke, who remained still.

  As he wrapped his arms around her bare waist, he realized she’d fallen sound asleep.

  He hadn’t left her alone that long.

  He was just tired enough that he considered rolling over and going to sleep himself.

  “Are we doing this?” he barely whispered, when he thought he felt her stir.

  She came awake slowly, and he wondered if she’d heard his question.

  Then, he heard her breathless gasp, and it sounded for a second like she’d forgotten where she was.

  Colm leaned closer. He could take care of that. Could remind her exactly where she was.

  Get ready for a good time, he thought.

  He pressed his lips to hers.

  At first, hers were still as he kissed her, and he briefly wondered about her hesitance. Brooke was the one who’d initially invited him back to her place, and there’d been no question what she’d intended for them to do there.

  His concern drifted away when her lips softened against his, and she started kissing him back.

  Kissing without the Hagrid beard was much better.

  He pressed her lips apart, touching her tongue with his. She tasted like orange juice and vodka. It was tangy and sweet and nice.

  She lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck. Like him, she’d stripped off most of her clothing before crawling into bed. He liked her lack of shyness. She’d come to his bed knowing what she wanted. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, and he couldn’t resist touching them.

  They broke the kiss briefly as he grasped one of her breasts in his hand. She started to speak, but he placed his finger against her lips.

  “Shhh.”

  It was all he said, but he felt her lips tip up in a smile, and then she fell silent. The game they’d begun downstairs was still in effect.

  He kissed her again, squeezing her breast until she gasped, arching her back, encouraging him to do it again.

  Colm took her nipple between his fingers and lightly pinched the tight nub, loving the tiny moan of pleasure his touch provoked. She was so damn responsive and hot. He repeated the same on her other breast as she ran her hands through his hair, closing her fists and tugging, pulling his head back so that she could lift her head and…

  His cock twitched, then thickened, as she bit his jaw. She seriously sank her teeth in.

  It hurt, but damn if he didn’t fucking love it.

  So it’s like that.

  She wanted something rougher, something wilder.

  Jesus. He hadn’t felt like he and Brooke were really a matched set until that moment.

  They’d made out a few times, indulged in some pretty heavy petting. Regardless of that, it had all been pretty…well…run-of-the-mill, lackluster.

  This felt different, exciting. He wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or if they’d turned some sort of corner, but he wasn’t going to question it.

  He was all in.

  He lowered his head to her shoulder and bit her in return. Her hips thrust upwards, toward him in response, and it was all he could do not to strip off her panties and his boxers and give in to her upspoken request.

  He took a deep breath and reined it in, wanting to draw this out.

  Her breathing grew heavier, more labored, when he ran his hand along her side, enjoying her slight shiver. Then he shifted his face lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

  He groaned as her fingers pulled his hair even harder, his scalp burning as she held him to her. He increased the suction on her nipple, giving her the same pleasure laced with pain. She writhed beneath him, not to escape but as if she simply couldn’t restrain herself.

  He kept sucking, nipping, licking, loving her little squeaks and moans. He hadn’t realized how much he relied on words in the bedroom, until now, when they’d tacitly agreed to take talking off the table.

  Instead of telling him what he was doing to her, she was showing him through body language and with those adorable sighs.

  He had no idea how long he played with her breasts. Time seemed to have no meaning tonight, and Colm was in no hurry to rush to the next part.

  The same couldn’t be said for Brooke, who was using her grip on his hair now in an attempt to pull him back over her. He sensed her unspoken pleas but responded with only a shake of the head. He wasn’t finished playing with her. Not by a long shot.

  He’d joked around with Kelli the other night about preferring his swinging single lifestyle, but in truth, he hadn’t been with a woman in over eight months. He wasn’t sure what to chalk that dry spell up to, other than long work hours and a lack of interest in any of the women he’d dated. Brooke had lasted the longest, mainly because she didn’t put any demands on him or want more than he did. If they were both free, they went out. If not, no harm, no foul.

  Grasping her wrists, he pulled her hands away from his hair, drawing them down to the pillow beneath her head. He pressed them firmly, telling her without words that he wanted her to leave them there. When he released her, he felt her lift them once more, her fingers only barely grazing his cheeks before he recaptured and returned them to the spot he wanted them, his grip tighter, more forceful.

  When he released her this time, she didn’t move her hands.

  God, he wished he’d gone back for his phone or had thought to grab one of the candles. He longed to see her, wanted to see her body flush with arousal, wanted to see her hands resting there, bound by nothing more than his will, the picture of surrender.

  Next time he had her in his bed, they were going to truly indulge in bondage. He would tie her to his headboard and play with her for hours on end.

  Then it occurred to Colm the loss of vision was yet another reason this all felt surreal, almost magical. He relied on his sense of sight as much as his ability to issue commands. Tonight was a challenge, and damn if he didn’t love every second of it.

  Sliding lower, he ran his tongue through the valley of her breasts, teased her belly button, then settled in right where he wanted to be, though her panties were still in the way.

  She lifted her hips, clearly expecting him to help her take them off.

  Nope. Not yet.

  Her hips lowered when it became clear he wasn’t going to strip them off her.

  Colm ran his fingers over her silk-covered pussy, knowing his touch would be muted by her panties.

  She shifted, trying to capture more. He wondered if he could make her break her vow of silence. If he could drive her so insane, she’d beg him to take her, scream out his name.

  He liked the challenge of that, as well.

  He rubbed his nose against her panties, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Her panties were damp, and she was so fucking hot.

  God.

  Once again, he had to find a way to steady himself, to regain control of his baser instincts, the ones telling him to rip off her damn panties and take her already.

  Rising up until he was kneeling between her outstretched thighs, he pushed a finger beneath the elastic, seeking and finding her clit. He stroked it once, twice, three times, just light touches. Her hips undulated, her feet digging into the mattress to either side of him as she tried to lift herself toward his finger, needing more.

  He touched her again, still keeping it light, gently caressing her until he heard her huff of impatience.

  Colm breathed out a quiet laugh, then gave in, rubbing her more firmly, increasing the pace of his strokes as her hips rose and fell, adding her own pressure to the dance.

 
“Ah ah ah!” she breathed out, in rhythm with his fingers as he rubbed her clit, drawing out her arousal. His fingers dipped lower, gathering some of her wetness before he moved back to her clit, stroking her even faster now.

  He wanted her to come this way the first time. Wanted to hear the sounds she made when she was close, when she went over. Without the benefit of his eyes or their words, he was forced to use his other senses, to become attuned to her sounds, the way her body moved, even the sweet scent of her arousal.

  He wet his fingers again in her pussy, then returned to her clit. It only took a dozen more strokes before her body went stiff, her breathing stopped completely, and he felt her go over.

  The orgasm escaped from her in one long, loud sigh, and she sank into his bed as if every bone in her body had melted.

  He grinned, loving the way she softened, the tension that had been present in her just a few seconds earlier as she strove for the peak suddenly gone. Just like that. Vanished. In one stellar climax.

  It was just the beginning.

  Gripping the elastic of her panties, he slid them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder to the bottom of the bed. Her legs parted in obvious invitation, and he felt her ankles against his lower back as she attempted to pull him toward her.

  She was impatient, greedy, needy. Colm felt the same way.

  Jesus. When was the last time he’d found a lover who was so compatible, so in tune with his own desires?

  Too fucking long ago.

  Maybe never.

  Colm struggled to wrap his head around how different Brooke was in bed. He’d actually been considering whether or not he wanted to continue going out with her, but after tonight, there was no question the answer was hell yeah. He sure the fuck did.

  He lowered his mouth to her pussy and ran his tongue along her slit as she gasped. She was still sensitive from her orgasm. Something he was more than happy to take advantage of.

  Colm nipped at her clit, his hands holding her firmly to the mattress, despite her attempt to lift her hips toward him. He was running the show tonight.

  A dominant lover, Colm wanted her submission as much as he wanted her out of her mind with desire.

  He pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as she thrashed beneath him. He waited for the begging, but apparently Brooke was made of stronger stuff.

  Especially when he felt her hands return to his hair. She pulled it, roughly, intentionally, letting him know without words that she would only obey as long as it suited her.

  God. She poked the bear…in all the best ways.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth as he thrust three fingers inside her hot, wet pussy, one hard shove that buried them deep. Her back arched in delight, then she took over, thrusting her hips up and down, driving his fingers in and out the way she wanted. Unable to keep his mouth on her, he used his thumb instead, rubbing her clit until she reached her climax again, keening quietly as she fell apart once more.

  Colm pushed himself up, kneeling between her outstretched legs. He was just about to reach for the condom when she moved. One moment, she was lifeless on his bed, the next she was kneeling before him, her head dipping low as she took him into her mouth.

  He grunted as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, showing him no mercy as she sucked hard.

  His hands flew to her hair, the tables turned as she drove him out of his mind. He gave her a taste of her own medicine, gripping and pulling her hair. Her groan against his cock told him just how much she loved it.

  Fuck. They were made for each other.

  Colm suffered only a second of regret that they weren’t as compatible out of bed as they were in, but he didn’t have time to worry about it for long, when Brooke took him deeper. Her fist gripped the base of his dick tightly—and she used that hold and her mouth to fuck him into oblivion.

  He nearly let her drive him over the peak that way, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He had to be inside her. Now.

  He pushed her off his cock, cupped her face, and kissed her hard, with all the passion she inspired inside him. Their tongues fought for dominance as she gripped his hips, pulling him closer to her.

  Colm broke the kiss after several long minutes. Reaching for the nightstand, he fumbled around until he was able to grab one of the condoms he’d left there.

  He felt her go still, her hand resting over his as if to stop him from donning the rubber.

  He paused, curious.

  Did she want to stop? There was no way he’d read her desire, her needs that wrong.

  Had he?

  Lifting her hand away, she reached down, gripping his cock once more, silently giving him the green light to continue.

  He didn’t move immediately, concerned about her hesitation. However, as she’d done several times tonight, his concerns vanished when she reached lower and gripped his balls, fondling them before moving her hand even farther back, the tip of one finger toying with his anus.

  He sucked in a harsh breath as he gripped her wrists, chuckling under his breath. She was a wildcat—and he needed her.

  Right. Fucking. Now.

  Colm quickly slid the condom on, then pushed her to her back. He placed the head of his cock at her opening, pausing for just a moment as he recalled her hand halting him from putting on the condom.

  He wanted to give her one last chance to stop him if this wasn’t truly what she wanted.

  She did the opposite. Instead, she tilted her hips, wrapped her ankles around his waist, and pulled him inside.

  Colm was helpless to resist. He thrust into her in one hard, fast motion, loving her breathy gasp and the tight clench of her inner muscles against him.

  After that, all semblance of control, any tentative grip of restraint he might have held on to, disappeared as he took her like a man possessed.

  She met him hard thrust for hard thrust, lifting up to meet him, urging him on as her fingernails scored his back and her harsh groans begged for more.

  Colm could have come way too fast. God knew he wanted to, but dammit…he wanted more.

  He pulled out and she reached for him, huffing out an angry breath.

  Until he grasped her hips and flipped her over. She quickly went up on her hands and knees in front of him, the two of them losing no time reconnecting.

  Colm slammed in roughly and she was right there, pressing back against him, forcing him to take her faster.

  He gripped her hips, using that hold to move her with even more power. At this rate, they were bound to break each other. And yet, it still didn’t feel like enough.

  He knew her climax sounds now, could tell from her breathing she was close.

  Fuck. He was too.

  Reaching out, he found her hair. Using a firm grip, he guided her upper body toward him, wrapping his free arm around her so he could touch her breast, squeezing it, pinching her nipple. The two of them continued moving into each other, closer—so fucking close—to the brink.

  Releasing her hair, he shifted his fingers lower, stroking her clit. Just a half dozen rough touches and it was over. For her and for him.

  Her pussy muscles contracted, squeezing his cock so hard, he saw stars as he came. He grunted loudly as she—once again—fell silently, with a hard jerk that had her body going stiff before the air seeped out of her in one long exhale.

  He could get addicted to that response. That sound. Big time.

  She was the first to move, falling forward, facedown. Her breathing growing softer, slower.

  She was asleep within seconds.

  He chuckled quietly, tugged off the condom, tossing it toward where he thought his trash can was, then he followed her down, spooning her from behind, feeling like a teenage boy with his first girlfriend, almost fucking giddy.

  She was perfect for him.

  In bed.

  If only he felt this happy with her outside of the bedroom.

  Chapter Five

  Kelli awoke with a start, confused. The room was pitch-
black, which was weird. Her bedroom was never this dark. The streetlights outside always ensured she could see around the room.

  An arm around her waist shifted as a hand snaked up to cup her breast—and suddenly she remembered.

  The party. The blackout. The game.

  She’d passed out in Colm’s room after too much wine, finished partying for the night. What she hadn’t counted on was Robbie crawling into bed with her.

  She vaguely recalled him waking her up, whispering to ask if they were doing this. She’d been too confused to respond, and then too late to ask what he meant because he’d started kissing her.

  Kelli hadn’t recalled Robbie’s kisses being so…God…so fucking hot. The two of them hadn’t slept together in college. They’d really only gone out on a handful of dates, until one night, they’d both admitted they were better off as friends. While she found Robbie physically attractive—then and now—she hadn’t felt any sexual attraction toward him, and he’d confessed the same.

  Colm claimed her type of guy was one she could control. That she wanted relationships where she called the shots. But he’d been wrong. He’d mistaken what she wanted with what she’d always, unfortunately, found—weak-willed guys who were all too happy to follow her lead. It was why she’d always walked away…bored and frustrated.

  None of that had been present in Robbie tonight. When their three-decades-long kiss ended earlier, she’d started to ask him what the hell he was doing.

  But he’d floored her when he’d placed his fingers on her lips and shushed her. It was a tiny gesture that had packed a wallop for some reason. Perhaps because it had felt like a command rather than a request.

  And she’d consumed just enough wine and vodka and tequila—and suffered far too many lonely nights lately—to resist it.

  She and Robbie hadn’t really discussed the hows of his sperm donation, though the man was a science teacher, for God’s sake, so she figured he had to know it wouldn’t involve sex. But…she hadn’t spelled that out either. In her defense, he’d only just said yes at dinner, and they’d agreed to wait until the Christmas break to—Jesus—transfer the funds.