“That is certainly easy enough to do. I think all of us have done it at one point or another.”
“What changed you?” she asked.
He was silent for a long moment. “After I escaped Cairn Toul I wandered continuously.”
“Were you searching for something?”
“I suppose,” he said with a lift of the shoulder she wasn’t lying on. “One night, as I sat before a fire, I sensed someone. Wary as I was, I hid. He came toward the fire and looked to the exact spot in the tree I was hiding.”
Isla smiled. “Who was it?”
“Galen. I knew instantly he was a Warrior.”
“Yet you trusted him?”
Hayden snorted. “There is something about Galen that brings on that trust. I knew I would fight him if I had to, but it was soon clear he was nothing but a friend. A day later Ramsey joined us.”
“So you three stayed together?” Isla was amazed at how Hayden had opened up to her, and she was eager to learn more about him.
“Off and on. We would separate, but always we would meet back up a few years later. One day on my way to meet them I stumbled across Logan.”
When he paused, Isla lifted her head to look into his face. “What happened?”
Hayden’s black eyes shifted to her. “He looked lost, as if he didn’t know what to do with his life. I brought him with me to Galen and Ramsey. The hopelessness I had seen vanished eventually. He kept us laughing with his jests and teasing.”
“You two are very close.”
“He reminds me of my brother.”
Isla returned her head to Hayden’s shoulder. “I’m glad you found Logan. Everyone needs someone they can depend on.”
“Aye.” Hayden’s fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her tighter against him.
Isla’s eyes drifted shut, but she didn’t fight it. She would rest, just for a few hours in Hayden’s arms. A few hours in heaven.
It was her last thought as sleep claimed her.
*
Hayden knew the moment Isla fell asleep. He was still stunned he had told her so much of himself. It hadn’t been his intent. He had wanted to discover more about her.
He had told himself he would leave her once she was alseep, but now that the time had come, he was content to stay as he was. It would only mean trouble for him the next day, though.
The more he was around Isla, the more he gave into his desire to have her, he found it harder and harder to stay away. He tried to tell himself he hadn’t spoken with her all day because he didn’t want the others to speculate on anything, but the truth was he knew if he was near her, he would give into his desire and take her.
No matter who was around.
Everyone knew his hatred of
His body had been eased of its need, but his soul ached for what he was doing to his family’s memory. What would they think of him if they could see him now?
Hayden stopped his mind before it continued down that path. The satisfaction he’d lain blissfully in was evaporating quickly, and he wasn’t ready for that.
He cleared his mind of everything then. It didn’t take long for the woman in his arms to fill his memory. Hayden closed his eyes and smiled as he recalled how she had once again screamed his name.
Every detail of their lovemaking replayed in his head. He had enjoyed his time with Isla, but he had to let her know that they could not continue as they were.
He must have fallen asleep because he awoke to Isla’s hand on his cock, her caress sure and confident as she stroked him. Hayden groaned and thrust forward so that her hand slid down his hard length.
“Ah, you’re finally awake,” she whispered.
His brain wouldn’t register any words in response. Her thumb smoothed over his arousal and smeared the drop of precum over the head of his cock. Her other hand cupped his balls and gently rolled them in her palm.
Hayden had never felt such pleasure, such blissful torment. Women had touched him before, but not like Isla. Not like this. She had a special touch. It was like her magic, extraordinary and vibrant.
It made his skin tingle and set his blood afire.
When she lowered her head, Hayden forgot to breathe. He was frozen, his limbs locked in place, his muscles tense. He watched, spellbound, as her lips hovered over his rod.
She glanced at him, her ice-blue eyes flashing with excitement and passion. It made his heart quicken its beat and his arousal to swell even more.
Isla smiled seductively, sensuously before her lips closed over the head of his cock and her mouth swallowed him.
Hayden’s lips parted, breath filling his lungs as the heat, the wetness of Isla’s mouth surrounded him. He was sinking, spiraling out of control with every lick of her tongue.
And he loved every moment of it.
“Isla,” he whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Hayden buried his hands in her hair, holding her head as he sank into her hot mouth. Her tongue licked him, her mouth sucked him, and all he could do was ride out the amazing, torturous pleasure.
Again and again her mouth slid up and down his arousal. He was lost in the pleasure, the elemental bliss of her lips on his cock.
No woman had ever freely taken him in hand. That Isla had did not go unnoticed by him. In truth, it only made him crave her more. If that was even possible.
It came to a point, much quicker than Hayden would have liked, that he knew if he didn’t stop her, he would spill in her mouth. As much as that tempted him, he wanted inside her once more.
Hayden grabbed Isla’s slim shoulders and tossed her onto her back. She reached for him again, but he rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips. He slid his fingers over her sex and found she was drenched and hotly aroused.
Just as he wanted her.
Just as he needed her.
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her from behind hard and quick. Isla moaned and threw back her head in abandon.
She was so tight, so hot, and he was already so primed to come that he feared he wouldn’t be able to wait for her.
Isla panted, soft cries coming from her mouth every time he shifted his hips. He reached around so that his thumb found her clitoris, and he began to stroke her in slow, tight circles.
He rotated his hips, afraid to do more than that lest he peak too soon. The feel of his body rocking into her soft behind only built Hayden’s desire to a staggering height.
Isla began to move back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. She held nothing back, gave him all of herself and more.
Hayden pumped inside, wanting to touch her soul, brand her so that she would think of no one but him. Want no one but him.
He wanted her to tremble for his touch, to dream of him. Just as he did for her. He didn’t want to be this ravenous for Isla, but he was.
And he wanted to ensure she felt the same.
As passionate as Isla was, it wasn’t long before she moved her hips back against him seeking more, her cries coming louder, her breath choppy and harsh.
“Hayden, please,” she begged.
He kept his thumb teasing her as he began to move in and out of her core with long, hard thrusts. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw at the feel of her heat, her slick wetness that pulled him in and nestled him deep inside her.
