Joshua Healy (The Mitchell/Healy Family #10)(12)

“Don’t do that. I wouldn’t have regrets, because I know I’d have another chance.”

“Do the right thing, Joshua Healy. Show me how to forget.” She stands up and finishes removing her shirt. She’s borderline drunk. It’s so obvious I can see it without searching. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t keep it in my pants much longer. She’s making me crazy. I asked her out for this exact purpose.

“Old habits die hard, darlin’.” I pick her up into my arms and walk us both over to nearby wall. She’s pressed against me and the plywood, her legs clamping around my ass, shoving my pants down as they move. Tamsyn kisses me like she’s desperate, only fueling me to continue. This is a bad idea, and it’s all my fault for what comes next.





Chapter 6


Tamsyn


It’s like my body is starved for attention. I’ve managed to yank his pants down with my feet, only making it difficult to focus on our kissing when something hard is pressing right where it’s not allowed. I’m really doing this. It’s exciting, distracting, but mostly something I’ve never experienced before.

Joshua Healy isn’t a college boy working to become a man. He already is one. He’s strong and burly, hardheaded, but determined. It doesn’t hurt that he’s gorgeous to look at, like a fine piece of grade A meat. I want a taste of him, just a little smidge of what he has to offer. If anyone can take the edge off of my pain it’s this man, and with the help of some nasty bourbon, I’m about to let it happen.

He stops when I nudge my lower regions against his. “Slow down, woman. I’ve done some pretty stupid things before, but this won’t be one of em’.”

I take him by the hair and force another hot kiss over his lips. He allows me to slip down, but only so he can crouch and tug on my pants. He takes his time at my panties, kissing the outside fabric before getting his first glimpse of my *. I put one palm behind my back on the wall to steady myself. Seeing this man I hardly know taking in such a private part of me sets me on fire.

Next thing I know he’s standing again, unfastening his pants to free his hard cock from seclusion, then lifting me up where I was before. My legs cling to his body, and in a matter of seconds I can feel him positioning himself to enter me. “Is this what you want? Say it, beautiful. Tell me what you want from me tonight.”

“Just f*cking do it before I change my mind.”

I’m having palpitations. The room is spinning. I’m about to sleep with someone I just met and I can’t stop myself. Then I feel it. A hard shove, added with a large amount of pressure. He’s bigger than Shaun, so much that it almost hurts. I’m overwhelmed. There’s no turning back after penetration. Even if I pushed him off of me we’ve technically had sex, so why stop it now? It’s done. I’ve gone and allowed the unthinkable to happen. Knowing I’ll hate myself in the morning, I decide to give my best performance. What do I have to lose? My dignity? That went out the door the moment I put my lips on a whiskey bottle and let that fiery concoction coast down my throat.

Josh’s kisses are ravenous. He has a sturdy hold as he drills into me again and again. With one hand free, and the other keeping me on his level, pressed against an unfinished wall in the barn, he yanks my bra down to reveal my bare breasts. The fabric sits right at my nipples, so he breaks away from our kisses to rectify the situation, bi ting the lace until it’s ripped away completely. I can hear it continuing to tear until he’s manage to free both. Then he proceeds to suck one into his mouth, only to bite down and pull. My head rears back until it’s slamming into the wooden wall. I squeeze my thighs and tighten my hold while he continues to pound at a vigorous pace. This isn’t like being with Shaun. I’m being f*cked, and I like it. I’m hot all over, sweat covering every inch of my exposed skin. My breathing is strained, and when I try to comprehend what I’m doing, I’m finding it impossible to fear the repercussions.

I didn’t force myself on him. He came to me with the offer. I have nothing to feel bad about.

I have a hold on his hair as he continues to work. He’s really going at it, my body slamming into the wall with each thrust. It hurts so good I’m in ecstasy, moans and air-filled squeaks escaping me. Low growls coming out as he continues kissing me. His skilled tongue distracting me further. I drag my nails down his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life when I feel his body tightening. Then it happens. Hot lava fills my channel and I lose my grip on all reality and come with him.



We collapse onto the barn floor still tangled together. Gentle kisses are being placed on the side of my face, and I’m so relaxed I let my eyes close. I know it’s the alcohol. It has to be, because I’ve never connected with Shaun like this when we’ve had intercourse. I feel alive, excited, and overwhelmed all at the same time.

A few minutes later, after he’s given me his shirt to clean up with, Josh stands and leads me over to the couch. He sits down and guides me to straddle him. Once I’m overtop of him, he pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa overtop of both of us and holds me close. I lean my head on his shoulder and feel the tears coming. His large hands cover my back and start rubbing. “It’s expected. Just let it out. It’ll get easier.”

And I do. I lose it while this stranger holds me, comforting me exactly the way I need it, and I know there’s no place else I’d rather be.