Authors: Marie Wathen
Chapter
Thirty-Five
I
reach up and begin unbuttoning Blues shirt hastily. He slides off the bed and
shakes his shoulders, allowing it to drop on the floor behind him. I twist
around and grab the top button on his slacks, popping it open and sliding down
the zipper. I bite back a lustful moan when I see that he’s not wearing
underwear and completely shaved. He wiggles just enough to make his trousers
skim down his narrow hips and muscular thighs. My breath catches when his cock
is revealed. Motherfucker he is huge. How in the hell that thick bastard went
in me is unbelievable. He grabs it, his fingertips barely touching around the
impressive girth, and strokes a few times while staring down at me. My mouth
waters uncontrollably at the sight of Blues stimulating himself, causing me to
lick my lips.
“Taste
me baby,” he moans, sounding like a desperate man needing my mouth on him like
a lifeline. I pop the clasp of my bra and then drop it to the floor. Edging
over toward him on my knees, I push his hand away from his progressively
swelling hard-on and wrap my fingers around it firmly. He pants heavily,
reaching up and digging his fingers through my thick hair. I lean forward and
slide his engorged head between my tits, pushing it up the entire span and
devouring it with my cleavage. Blues’ head drops back while his hips thrust
forward slowly. “Goddammit,” he groans, pulling me tighter against him.
I
give our stroking rhythm another minute before lowering my lips to his
glistening tip. I kiss his head softly before swiping my tongue through the
slit. His taste is unlike anything I’ve ever indulged on. He is an
expertly-mixed essence of salty and sweet. I devour all of it and he whimpers
uncontrollably. At this moment, I own this man. He lowers his hand to the back
of my neck, tugging me closer. I twirl my tongue around his head several times
before taking all of him into my mouth. Overly zealous, he pushes hard into me
and hits the back of my throat before I can get him all the way in. I groan around
his thickness before pulling my lips back slowly. “Yes, my angel, suck me,” he
pants forcing our rhythm up. I grab his balls in one hand while running the
other up his abs reaching for his nipple. I roll both between my fingers and he
fists my hair tightly while shouting, “Angel, stop baby!”
Blues
pulls out, halting my playtime and says, “Lay back, I need to feel your pussy
on me.” While shifting backwards on my knees, I shake my head and point to the
foot of the bed. He slips on a condom and quirks up an eyebrow at me.
“Lie
down and put your feet on the headboard,” I command. He moves quickly, doing
exactly as I instructed. Leaving his knees slightly bent, he grins up at me
while digging his fingers into my hips. I climb onto him facing away and slip
my body between his legs. I tuck mine under his and place my hands around his
thighs to pull him closer to the top of the bed. He chuckles behind me while
kneading his hands into my backside. “Interesting position, baby, I can’t say
I’ve ever done it this way before.” I laugh, knowing that I’m about to give him
the best fucking orgasm of his life and he will be begging for this position
again.
I
rise up slightly, reaching back for his arousal and position my slick entrance
over his begging head. He grips tightly to my hips, his fingers piercing my
flesh and bit by bit I ease down onto him, taking in every tremendous inch.
“Fuck,” I groan loudly with him filling and stretching me. My walls clench so
tightly that I know I must be hurting him, but the sensuous moan coming from
behind me paints a different picture. My body temperature and heart rate spikes
hearing the pleasure I’m giving him. I swirl my hips grinding against him,
assuring that I’ve thoroughly taken all of him before I press my hands against
the back of his thighs to push off. I drop down hard and repeat this move
several times. Then I grab the headboard and rock our bodies to a mind blowing
rhythm.
“Fucking
Christ…so good baby…so good,” he grunts and moans with each slam and grind of
our bodies together. His hands roam wildly over me. Occasionally he flattens
them on my lower back, pressing upward to encourage me along and then other
times he is grabbing my waist, forcing me harder onto him.
Feeling
my build up racing toward explosive, I cup his balls, rolling them around in my
hand eliciting another pleasing grunt from Blues. I glance over my shoulder at
him, seeing his scorching eyes latched onto where our bodies are joined
together.
He
breaks his gaze, catching mine and pleads, “You are blowing my fucking mind.
I’m on the edge right now, Doll.” That’s all I need to hear.
While
staring into his eyes, I slip a finger into my mouth and suck. I glide it out
and lick it leaving plenty of moisture. He flashes a devilish smirk, slips his
eyes closed and tilts his head backward. Yeah, he knows what’s coming and he
wants it. Writhing over him I stroke my wet finger down the seam of his balls,
moving lower until I find the small round spot. Pushing in slowly, I hear
Blues’ breathing catch and know it won’t be long before he is exploding. And
that’s a very good thing because I am about to shatter with him. I rise up, his
full length then slowly bounce my ass while thrusting my finger gently in and
out.
Reaching
his orgasm quickly, Blues pinches my hips and bellows, “Oh….Angel.” Hearing him
come, urges my pace faster and within a couple of seconds I detonate too. I
grind out my rapture on him riding out all of the aftershocks. “Damn,” he
chuckles weakly, still holding onto me. My legs begin shaking uncontrollably
still sitting on him.
“Come
here.” He pulls me backwards so that I’m laying flat on him, my back on his
chest. He wraps both arms around me, one on my stomach, the other trapping my
arms and boobs. “It’s never felt so good before you,” he whispers while kissing
my cheek and I chuckle softly.
My
mind spins out of control from his hopeful words. Blues admitting that our sex
was that good only adds to my high. I’m thoroughly sated and being encased in
his strong embrace is doing crazy shit to me. My heart literally leaped at his
confession.
“You’re
so fucking perfect, Doll,” he whispers. His hot breath feathers a few loose
strands of my hair, tickling my neck.
My
body goes rigid hearing him refer to me as perfect. I loathe that fucking word
passionately. I untangle his arms and move off of his body. He twists around
onto his side, reaching a hand out to stop me, but I’m off the bed in a flash.
I scoop up my clothes and toss the shirt into the wastebasket once I shut the
bathroom door behind me. I step into the shower and the water immediately
begins cascading down from the shower head in the ceiling. My heart pounds
wildly in my chest and my breathing is out of control. I stand here a good
solid minute trying to calm the ire that possessed me.
Perfect
is the last thing you will ever be
. That’s the statement I’ve had repeated
to me since I was a child. Neither of my parents really wanted me. My mother
was young and stupid and my father was the town playboy. After getting together
briefly, she discovered she was pregnant with me. Her father confronted my dad
and insisted that he do the right thing. They married immediately and it was a
hateful union. There was never any amount of love between them or in them. My
brothers and I discovered at an early age that even though they had more money
than God, they were greedy and wanted more. Nothing ever satisfies my lecherous
mother and father; well he all but discarded me before we moved to England.
I
discovered his reasons behind his bitter hatred for me my freshman year of
college. I needed medical history for a bio class so I contacted my Gran. She
provided all the details for my paternal side and so I called and asked my mom
for the other. She quickly blew a fuse. Her rage was so palpable I physically
shivered at the force. She demanded that I drop the questions and so I agreed,
but the detective in me just couldn’t let it go. It didn’t take much effort to
discover that Barret Walker is not my biological father. Part of me is grateful
that I don’t belong to such a monster, but the other half is saddened by the
fact that my brothers, my longest and most cherished friends, are truly only
half-brothers.
“Angel,”
Blues’ voice thunders through the closed door, but I don’t respond. Within a
couple of seconds he is standing under the water with me, his eyes sparkling
and heating while watching the water glistening down the front of my body.
“Come here, Love,” he says sweetly, drawing me against his wide chest and
burying his face into my neck, his kiss touching against my rapid pulse.
Curling up into him and disappearing from the hurt would be so simple, but I’m
stronger than these pathetic memories.
I
won’t let him see my heartache. Blues can hold me all he needs, but the
darkness where my demons thrive is the one part of me that I refuse to show
anyone.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
Blues
washes me clean and it’s one of the most sensually tender moments I’ve ever
experienced. He doesn’t even try to have sex with me again. His tender
sacrifice and sweet endearments are ripping at my heart. This will hurt, but
the temptation to have more of him is too fucking vast to stop this deadly
scenario.
I need to get my head straight
. A few days away should help
get the need for Blues out from under my skin.
Once
out of the shower we dry off separately before returning to the bedroom. I
glance out the window and notice that the evening is approaching. I take out a
pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt from a dresser drawer and slip
them over my pink and black delicates, which somehow survived the wrath of
Blues earlier.
“Are
you going out?” he asks, walking up behind me and wrapping his hands around my
middle.
“Yeah,”
I nod and twist around in his arms enjoying the warmth he gives me. “I’m
heading out of town for the holiday.”
His
forehead crinkles while sadness encroaches away the shine from his dazzling
blue eyes. “You won’t be here for Christmas?” he asks dolefully.
I
smirk, lift a finger to his swollen pout and stroke softly. “Will you miss me
Mr. Sloane?” I tease and peck his lips quickly.
“Will
you miss me, Ms. Johnson?” he counters with a sexy as fuck moan before dipping
his mouth down and sipping from my lips. He’s being so tender and my heart
swells upon opening my eyes to see him staring at me again during our kiss. God
I love when he watches me.
Love
?
Fear clutches
hold of my heart.
Stepping
out of his embrace, I end our kiss and stroll toward the doorway. “I need to
get going,” I tell him a little too panicky, gesturing at the door. I grab my
backpack and sling it over my shoulder before reaching down and seizing my
helmet.
“It’s
too cold for you to ride your motorcycle,” Blues insists following me
downstairs.
Shaking
my head, I glance over at him as I reach for my leather jacket. “Nah, I’m good.
Besides the cold night might help cool me down and clear my head after the hot
sex we just experienced.”
He
presents a proud lopsided grin as he approaches me. “Just don’t forget it,” he
says, pulling me into his arms and pressing me hard against him.
“Impossible,”
I whisper, lifting up onto my toes to kiss him this time. “I’ll see you New
Years Eve.”
“Angel,”
he runs his hands up my neck to my face, splaying his large hands on both
sides. “We’re both adults and we have needs. I don’t have time for games and I
don’t need anyone else in my life. I guarantee this very second that I won’t be
fucking anyone else while you’re gone,” his breath is heavy and lusty when he
continues, “and when you come back, I want you to come back for me.”
“Lourdes,
may disagree with everything you just said,” I counter watching anger etch into
his forehead as I remind him of the fact that he has a girlfriend.
Calming
himself, Blues hugs me and then says, “I’ll worry about Lourdes. You worry
about getting your sweet little ass back in one piece. I’m going to need
another taste of you soon, Doll.”
Blues
kisses me passionately, telling me that he absolutely means every word. How
will this work?
Decks is
a madman waiting for me to
give in and become his woman. Plus, his ideas against sharing me are far from
pleasant. Lourdes already detests me, but what the bitch doesn’t know is that
she has good reasons for all of her animosity. If Blues is being truthful about
not wanting to be with her then I have taken her man. She will do more than
hate me when this little secret is revealed.
He
presses his forehead to mine, staring deeply into my gray eyes and says, “Be
careful, Love.”
I
close and lock the door behind us after watching Blues walk over to his place.
I cut around the front edge of the house and then kick a leg over my little
beauty. I switch her on and the hard vibration sends shock waves through my
body reminding me of what Blues did to me. I smirk and shake my head as I pull
out of the driveway. Stealing one last glance at his front door, I see him
standing there hand raised in the air waving goodbye.
***
“If
it ain’t my other gorgeous daughter, finally coming to see us,” Kris’ dad says
pulling me into a sweet hug. “Lynn, Sammie’s home,” he announces dragging me
through the house and into the kitchen.
“Patrick,
leave Samantha alone. Come here sweetie,” Lynn says, wiping her hands on the
front of her apron. “Let me look at you.
Ah, always so
pretty.”
“Thanks
for having me over,” I say hugging her and flashing a smile over her shoulder
at Kris.
“Hey you!”
She
walks over and pulls me out of her mom’s embrace and wraps her skinny arms
around me. “I miss you,” Kris says sadly. She lowers her voice and whispers,
“How much longer?” I pull away from her embrace and shrug.
Glancing
around the room, I don’t see Russ or Tate. “Where are your boys?” I ask,
smirking at her eye roll.
“Freaking
playing stupid video games,” she grunts. We sit down at the kitchen table and I
grab a warm roll from the pan Lynn places in front of us.
“Thanks,
I’m starving,” I growl, biting off a huge chunk.
“Mm,
delicious!”
Kris
laughs while watching me before she grabs her own piece of heaven on earth. “So
I expected you a couple of hours ago. Did something happen?”
I
glance at her and know that there isn’t a chance in hell that I can hide the
fact that I just had the second best sex of my life. The first was against the
door. Yeah, that one will forever be tough to beat. I wink and she attacks.
“Come
on, let’s go upstairs and put your bag away,” Kris insists.
Not
wanting to argue, I pop the last flaky morsel into my mouth and stalk up the
stairs behind her. She guides me down the hallway to her old bedroom. “Hey
aren’t you going to sleep in here?” I ask.
“Nope,
Tate and I are staying in a hotel room.”
“Huh?
Mom and dad’s idea or yours?”
“Mine.”
She bites her lip and shrugs. “I want him to feel welcomed here, but I can’t
sleep in the same house knowing that sexy creature is under the same roof and
I’m forbidden to touch him for five days. I will explode Sam.”
“You
naughtiness,” I giggle. “This is freaking fantastic. Well, I need to meet the
man that you’ve fallen for.”
“Oh
no Miss Thang,” she taunts shutting the door and leaning her back against it.
“You’ve got some explaining to do.” She arches her eyebrows and waits for my
response.
“Really?”
I huff. “You want me to tell you now?” She nods.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” I pause watching her glowing smile fade into a
frown. “Calm down, it’s painless.” I joke and then point to the bed. “We’ll
play a lightening round of our game. It has to be quick though or you mom will
hunt us down.”
“I’ll
go first,” she demands and I nod. “Did you have sex today?” Girl brings out the
big guns on the first question.
Well
since I only get one pass I must answer truthfully. “Yes,” I admit staring her right
in the eye. It’s my turn to ask a question and it’s driving her nuts that I
didn’t offer more than the required one word answer. “Are you going to marry
Tate?”
She
shifts her eyes away from me and I see glisten in the corner. “Hey,” I soothe,
reaching over and pulling her into my arms. “What’s wrong?”
She
sniffs lightly before answering me. “I can’t commit to him Sam.”
I
pull away from her and see the seriousness in her gaze. “Why not honey? If
anyone deserves to be happy it’s you.”
“No,”
she whispers. “I’m just not in the right place at the moment. Tate says he
understands, but he doesn’t…” she trails off and I instantly grow angry with a
man I haven’t met before.
“He
doesn’t what…know if he can wait until you’re ready?” I snap, ready to rush
downstairs and flog that fool. “Well screw him. You dump his ass and don’t look
back, Sweets.”
“No
Sam.” Kris shakes her head while crossing the room. She looks out the window
and I see her reflection in the panes looking all melancholy. “Tate wants to
wait, but I don’t know if that is a fair thing to ask of him.”
“What’s
going on Kris?”
“I
can’t…” she sobs and then turns around to look at me. She holds my stare for a
moment, clearly debating on revealing what’s got her so worked up. “I have to
put work and other things first Sam. One day when I’m financially able for a
relationship and can commit I hope that he will still be hanging around.”
“But…”
She
cuts me off. “I know you love me and want me to be happy.” I nod walking over
to lean against the wall beside her. “I am happy. At least as happy as a dating
woman can be.” She smiles before adding, “More will have to wait a little
longer.”