Red Moon Rising(55)
He pushed his hand between her thighs and stroked her through her panties. Her soft gasp was swallowed by his mouth, and she pressed herself closer to him as he traced the edge of her panties and then worked his fingers under them.
He touched her lightly, and she moaned with eager anticipation when his finger parted her wet lips and rubbed gently at her clit. She was soaking wet and he bit her lip lightly before whispering, “You’ve missed me as well little one.”
“Aye.” She moaned. “I have.”
“Good.” He kissed her firmly, stroking her tongue with his as he circled her clit with his rough fingers.
He was starting to press her backwards onto the bed when Avery came hurrying into the room, followed by Maya and Vivian.
“Bree, do not be frightened. They don’t – “
She stopped abruptly and staggered forward when Maya ran into her back. She gave James and Bree a look of embarrassment. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Bree, her face flaming, pushed James’ hand out from under her skirt and stood up. “Avery, I – “
Avery, her own face red, turned and pushed both Maya and Vivian from the room.
As their footsteps echoed down the hall, Bree covered her face with her hands. She was utterly mortified.
“Little one?” James voice carried a hint of laughter, and she lowered her hands and glared at him.
“Stop laughing James.”
He pressed his lips together in an effort to hide his grin. “I’m not.”
“Your mother and your aunt and your grandmother just caught us with your hand up my skirt!” She hissed at him.
“It could have been worse. They could have caught me fucking you.” He said blithely.
Her mouth dropped open and she blinked in astonishment at him.
“What?”
“You – you’ve never spoken like that in front of me before.” She whispered.
“Does it bother you?” He asked.
She studied him carefully, wondering if she should tell him the truth. Fuck was a coarse word, a word that described the act of lovemaking in a crude way, and she felt like she should be offended by it. Instead, her pelvis was throbbing with renewed lust and she wanted him to say it again. The way it sounded coming from his mouth brought forth delicious images of his large body between her thighs, of his rough hands manipulating her body into the positions he wanted her in so that he could -
“Does it little one? Tell me the truth.” He said.
“No. I – I like it.”
He grinned at her, his eyes lightening to green, and she took a nervous step back as he started towards her. “Good. I like fucking you. I’ve missed fucking you.”
“James…”
“Have you missed fucking me?” He reached out and gathered a strand of her long blonde hair between his fingers. He tugged on it gently.
“Have you Bree?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’ve missed fucking you.” She said hoarsely.
He growled low in his throat and reached for her waist.
“James?”
His face tightened with anger at the woman’s voice and he dropped his hands to his sides. “Yes Martine?”
“Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine. Leave us please.”
“Bree, I’m sorry I frightened you.” Dani’s voice, low and hesitant, drifted into the room and Bree gave James a small smile before hurrying forward.
Martine and Dani were standing in the doorway. Dani was staring at her anxiously but Martine was giving her a suspicious look.
“It’s fine Dani.” Bree gave her a warm smile. “You didn’t mean to and honestly, everything seems to frighten me.”
Dani hooked her arm through Bree’s. “Martine and I were going to go for a ride. Would you like to join us?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
James cleared his throat. “Put Bree on Rosie. She’s the gentlest.”
“Okay.” Dani said cheerfully. She led Bree from the room as Martine gave James a hard look before following them.
Chapter 17
Bree sighed and stared out the window of her bedroom into the darkness. Tia whined softly from the bed and Bree made a soft cooing noise. “Go to sleep Tia. Everything’s fine.”
It was the night before the full moon and today had been strange and a bit stressful. She rubbed her arms briskly and then stripped out of her clothes, leaving her thick woolen socks on. She pulled James shirt over her head, and wrapped herself in a blanket before standing at the window again.
She had continued to keep his shirt, hiding it under her other clothes piled neatly in the dresser, and only wearing it when she was alone. He hadn’t asked her to return it, but she didn’t know if he had forgotten she had it or just didn’t care. She sighed and stared blankly into the darkness.