Authors: Paige Cameron
Lang held two glasses and a bottle of champagne. He didn’t move. He just stared at her from her head to her bare feet.
Moving slowly toward him, Cassie smiled. “See anything you like, cowboy?” Her voice purred at him.
“I like the whole package, including that lacy white thing that doesn’t hide any of your jewels but somehow makes them look even sexier.”
He held up the bottle. “I want to grab you and bury myself in your sweet pussy, but I’ll wait long enough for us to make a toast. I’ve already uncorked the bottle.” Without spilling a drop he poured the silvery liquid into two champagne glasses. After setting the bottle carefully on the floor, he handed Cassie a glass.
“To us, Nick, you, and, me. May we live long and happy lives together.”
They clicked their glasses, and Cassie took a swallow. The bubbles tickled her nose.
“Champagne tends to lower my inhibitions,” she warned Lang.
Lang lifted the bottle and filled her glass to the brim. “Then by all means, have more.”
His husky voice set off a beat inside her. Hunger to taste him, touch him, be joined with him zinged along every nerve passage.
“You are too dressed up for this occasion,” Cassie said.
“No problem.” Lang went to the dressing area and disappeared, then stuck his head out the door. “You have clothes hanging in the closet.”
“I’d left some of my stuff at my mother’s. The apartment closet was much too small. Rae and I moved them in today.” She sauntered toward him. “I’ve taken away your opportunity to change your mind.”
“If I hadn’t changed it during the ten years you were gone, it wasn’t ever going to happen.” He disappeared behind the door.
Cassie set her empty glass on the floor. She’d had more than she usually drank, and her head felt woozy. She refilled Lang’s glass and took the bottle to set it by the bed.
Lang returned and came up behind her. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure the bottle is close. In case we need a drink.”
He pulled her backside tight against the front of his body. His hard cock pulsed along her derriere. Lang pulled her hair back and kissed the side of her neck. His other hand cupped her breast firmly as his thumb rubbed across her soft nipple.
“Every spot on you is soft and sweet.” His tongue tasted the junction at her shoulder and neck. “I feel your heart pounding fast and hard.”
“It always does when you or Nick or both of you get close to me.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder, exposing her neck to him. His lips began to taste her, and his teeth raked lightly across her skin. With both hands free, he cupped her breasts, massaging her luscious softness and gliding his thumb across each pebbled peak.
She reached back and wrapped her fingers around his dick. Slowly she moved her hand up and down. Her finger brushed across the salty essence seeping from the slit at the top. Bringing one hand up, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked off the taste of him.
His silver-gray eyes shone with his hunger. In response, he parted her robe and put his finger on her nub, rubbing and adding slight pressure. Then his fingers moved down across her wet folds to her pussy opening. He slid two fingers in and out of her while his other hand pinched lightly on her nipple.
A shiver of desire shot up her spine, and more moisture wept from below. In one smooth move, Lang swung her off her feet and onto the new bed.
As he straddled her body, he smiled. “Too bad Nick is missing out on this celebration. We’ll have to do it again with him.” His mouth closed over her breast, and he sucked hard as his fingers found her pussy opening again. He rubbed along the inside of her pussy and hit a spot that sent a surge of pleasure all through her body.
Her pussy ached and clenched around his fingers. “I want your hot cock inside me now,” she demanded.
He pulled back and looked down at her. “But then it will be over too soon.”
She surprised him by twisting and pushing him just right to topple him over. He laughed. “I’m at your mercy.” Lang lay with his arms and legs spread wide. Cassie reached for the champagne bottle.
“What?” Lang got out the one word before she tipped the bottle and a thin stream flowed out along his neck and chest.
Cassie bent and licked at the liquid, moving her tongue across his neck, and around his chest. She spilled more over his nipples and sucked the moisture from each. Slowly, she licked each drop along his body to his wide, hard cock, where she poured more. Glancing at Lang’s face, she saw his high cheekbones and hard jaw were drawn tight. His eyes flashed with a smoky fire.
She lowered her head and took him in her mouth all the way. She licked around the long, silky skin, and moved her head up and down. When Lang groaned, she smiled inwardly with satisfaction. Her hand cupped his balls, and she licked the top of his cock. He took a quick, ragged breath. Looking up to comment, he did her trick and swung her under him.
“This is my turn.” He lifted her head and put the bottle to her mouth. “Drink some more.” She took a sip. He kissed her and swept his tongue around her mouth, tasting her and the champagne.
Next, he poured the bubbly on her chest. He licked and sipped across her skin to her nipples. With his teeth, he pulled at each one, and then suckled at her luscious breasts.
He cupped them in his hands and sat back on his haunches.
“These are perfect, in size, texture, and taste. Just seeing the movement of them under your clothes can make me go hard.”
His lips ran across her ribs. He kissed her soft belly. Finally, he moved to the juncture between her thighs and separated her folds. He licked across her tender skin. “Pink, delicious, beautiful as all the rest of you.” Her face flushed hot at his words. “Don’t tell me you are shy, my love. I thought the champagne would have you totally relaxed in your body.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“Better get used to it. I love all of you, and I like to look at your pussy.” His tongue ran across her nub, and sparks of fire heated her blood. Her heart thumped harder, and her body throbbed with the need to have him inside her.
She reached out and guided his cock to her pussy. “I want you inside, now.”
Lang rolled and took her with him, sitting her across his body. “You are in control. Take what you want.”
Again she placed his dick at her pussy opening and this time gradually sank down, taking him in deep. He filled her completely. She sat for a second and stared into his eyes. They looked silvery today, and love radiated out to her. A slow warmth filled her body. Slowly, she began to move.
Her inner walls clenched him tight as she went up and down on his wide cock. His hands cupped her breasts, and he mouthed the words,
I love you
.
There was no hurry. It was a seduction of the senses as their bodies came together in pleasure and joy. When the slow, orgasmic wave rolled over them, Cassie leaned forward and kissed his mouth. Her heart lurched, and tears came to her eyes. His fingertips brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“You won’t ever be alone again. You will be loved, cherished, and protected by me and Nick.”
“I know.” She whispered the words and clung to his strong body. “I love you and Nick so much it makes my heart ache. I’ve been such a mess all these years and wasted precious time we could have been together.”
Lang rolled her to the side still keeping her close against him. “It wasn’t your fault. We know that now. You suffered as much as we did. Thank goodness nothing really bad happened to you while you were off on your own.” He started to kiss her, and the phone rang.
Cassie admired his tanned body, lean and hard muscled, as he walked to where he’d left his clothes. Lang took his cell out of his shirt pocket.
“Nick? Right. I’ll tell her.” He hung up and turned to Cassie. “Nick is there. He contacted the woman right away and has convinced her to go with him to the police. He’s assured her she’ll be protected. He and some of our men will keep watch on her house until the meeting time tomorrow.”
“That’s wonderful news.”
“Mitch and Daren were smart to send several of our men with him.”
“I’m glad. I don’t trust Peter at all.”
“Don’t worry. I have no doubt he’s hurt his last woman.”
Chapter Thirteen
Nick had left two of his men to watch the house. He and another warrior, the one who was the best sharpshooter, had gone to the hotel to sleep. They had needed to be the most alert this morning. Nick sensed the most dangerous time would be when they got out of the car to go into the police station.
Illingsworth would be a fool to try something there. Still, Nick’s hunch was telling him differently. “Payton,” he said to the sharpshooter, “find a place where you have a clear view of the parking area and the front of the building.”
“Will do.”
Nick drove to the house. Averil Stanwic was ready to go. She’d dressed in a high-necked white blouse, a pencil-slim black skirt, and a black jacket. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into a bun.
“You look like you’re going to a funeral.”
“I might be. Mine.” She tried to smile, but her pale face and haunted brown eyes showed her concern.
Nick took her hand. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do. For one, it’s what I should have done a long time ago. Secondly, if he isn’t stopped now, he’ll go after me next. As you said, your fiancée and I are the only two that left him. Men like him have fragile egos.”
“Then let’s go. The police chief is expecting us in half an hour. He knows we’re coming to talk about Peter, and how he treated you. Once you tell your story to him, he’ll call the sheriff in Lovettville. We’ll see if you need to go there to testify.”
“I hope not. I want to go home.”
Nick escorted her to the car. One of his men drove, and he sat in the back with Averil. They didn’t talk. Tension mounted as they got closer to their destination.
Once the car was parked, his driver, Cody Jessup, and Nick got out first and walked on either side of Averil. Nick’s neck tingled. He glanced around and saw the movement to the right. He nodded his head, a quick signal, but he didn’t have to. A bullet shot out as the assailant stepped into the open, gun drawn. Nick whirled at the same time and saw Peter rise up from behind a car. As his arm moved, Nick had already spotted the gun. Nick’s bullet hit him in the center of his chest before he’d had time to aim.
A startled look crossed Peter’s face. Nick ran forward and kicked the gun completely out of range. Police swarmed out of the building. Nick knelt close to Peter.
“Who knew you were such a good shot,” Peter gasped out between breaths.
“You picked the wrong woman to seek revenge on, but I’m glad. Because now you won’t ever hurt another one.”
Peter looked at the blood pooling under him. “You shot to kill.”
“You would have, too.”
An evil grin crossed Peter’s face. “You’re right. I was given the information last night that you were coming here today. I intended to surprise you and take you and the bitch out.” He coughed up blood. Almost out of breath, he added, “You fooled me.” Ambulance attendants pushed Nick aside and started to work on Peter.
Nick checked on Averil. Cody had covered her with his body and had helped her back up.
“Are you all right?” Nick glanced at her up and down.
“A few bruises from your manhandler here.” She frowned at Cody. “I had the good sense to get out of range of the bullets.”
Cody, one of the best fighters they had, smiled at the tiny woman standing up to him. “I guess you did. But I enjoyed protecting you.”