June (Calendar Girl #6) by Audrey Carlan Page A

control.
    “More,” I cried out.
    “You’ll get what I give you…and it’s going to be plenty. Widen those legs sweetheart, I want to taste you deep.” Wes growled and sunk his teeth into the fleshy patch at the top of my thigh as he tugged on the thin strings of my panties until the fabric seemed to disintegrate. I howled, my hips jutting forward as I followed his command. Within moments, his mouth was all over me.
    Ravaging.
    Devouring.
    Claiming.
    Each and every time with Wes was unlike the last. Between the two of us, we lost ourselves in one another so much so that there was only one body consisting of two souls.
    The ticking sensation tingled against my hip in a swirling, circular pattern.
    I twitched and inhaled, my mind trying to bring something to the surface.
    A strong hand slid along my ribs, over my breast, taking hold of the back of my neck. “Come back to me, baby. I’m right here,” Wes pulled me down while he pressed up, dragging his muscular chest along mine until the tips of my nipples ached and throbbed. His mouth covered one rosy cap. Bursts of pleasure spiraled out and along every nerve. A fresh wave of arousal coated the heart of my sex, readying for the ride of a lifetime. I wanted him. I needed him to fill my body and my soul with his essence.
    Wes leaned me back, licking his way from one breast to give attention to the other. He flicked just the tip of his tongue against the tight bud. It tightened and darkened, from a pale dusky pink to a deeper hue. He encased as much of my breast as he could, kneading the heavy tissue surrounding it for good measure. Definitely a breast man, he worshipped the twins like two goddesses to bow down to and he did, often.
    Time seemed to pass and I looked around, the room no longer familiar. The edges were blurred and hazy.
    “Hey…I’m right here. Stay with me. Let me love you.”
    I shook my head. The tickling sensation crawled up my spine and niggled at the edges of consciousness.
    “I don’t know how,” I whispered admitting my biggest fear, tears pooling in my eyes.
    “I’ll show you,” he lined up his cock with my center and entered me, inch by glorious inch until I arched back, laid my hands on his chest and let the connection bind us. “That’s it, just go with it.”
    Rocking my hips, I slid up on my knees and then took him back into my body. Again and again. I watched as he closed his eyes, though I wished he hadn’t. Those eyes tethered me to him, had a hold on me, but when they weren’t there, things changed.
    I picked up the pace, roughly jolting up and slamming back down. He groaned and moaned. The room spun as pleasure peaked and I lost my breath, panting hard, riding him savagely. I cried out and opened my eyes. Everything was a blur as the ecstasy ebbed and flowed, searing through my body on a wave so big I knew it would end me. End the passion, the pleasure, the…the dream.
    The tingling sensation warped into a warm hand sliding up and down my back, but it wasn’t Wes’s. Pleasure spiked hard between my legs and Wes’s body bowed, his hands holding my hips in place as he ground into me. I came, hard, bouncing on his cock as he bathed my womb with his seed.
    “I miss you.” I whispered against his lips, sucking each one separately.
    His eyes flew open. “Don’t go. I need you.” He said at the same time I heard another’s voice.
     
    “Wake up, Mia.” Then I felt a hand curve around my bare breast. Again, it wasn’t Wes’s.
    Wes shook his head. “Remember me.”
    Then I opened my eyes and no longer was I naked and on top of Wes. No, I was still very naked, but this time a cold hand covered my breast, rhythmically squeezing as the other hand slid down my torso and to the thin thatch of hair between my legs.
    “Mmm, I like this. Very sexy,” the low tone hit my ears. A heavy body weighed me down. The smell of apples and leather permeated the air. I pressed hard into a wall of the finest fabric.
    Aaron lifted up, his