Fusion (Explosive #5) (50 page)

“Whoa!” I jerked the wheel to the side just as Sierra reached over and grasped my cock. The same champagne lust-filled gaze that had been in her eyes when she’d come about an hour earlier was still there.

After her statement of never wanting to leave, I’d agreed. Begrudgingly, and much to my dick’s displeasure, I’d slid out of her, cleaned her up, then tugged my T-shirt over her head before throwing my shorts on. She’d sat up, put her panties on, and then finished the bottle while we’d gazed out at the ocean and talked about anything and everything. That was Sierra and me. We’d have explosive sex then talk about our days.

That’s the thing a lot of people don’t seem to understand. You can be completely content with your relationship, comfortable as hell, and still ignite in the bedroom. In fact, I’d venture to guess that it’s better that way. Don’t you want to be comfortable with the one you love? It doesn’t mean it’s boring, especially when she leans over and touches your cock when you’re driving. Boring? Fuck no.

“I love your penis,” she stated matter-of-factly.

My face broke out into a prideful grin. “My penis loves you, too, baby,” I informed her.

“It’s such a pretty penis,” she continued. Her fingers slowly stroked me through my shorts, and a delighted smile crossed her face as he grew beneath her.

Like I said, my dick loves her, too.

She licked her lips, causing me to go incredibly hard. Material-straining hard. I had to tear my gaze from her face to focus on the road. My hands gripped the steering wheel even though all I wanted to do was pull off on the side of the road, yank her out of the car, bend her over the hood, and fuck her until the entire city heard her screaming my name.

Thank fuck we were nearing the condo.

“It ain’t no love sanctuary,” I said through clenched teeth.

She laughed a sexy, throaty laugh. Then her hand retreated. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because if she’d slipped her hand into my shorts and touched my bare skin, I’d probably have caused a crash. A curse because fuck, I wanted her fingers wrapped around me, stroking up and down until I was coming in her hand.

Then my beautiful wife decided to torture me, leaning across the car and nibbling on my earlobe as she whispered exactly what she wanted to do to me in the shower.

By the time we entered the parking lot, I was signed up and ready to become an exhibitionist. I didn’t care about the college kids who were playing beer pong in the driveway across the street. I didn’t care about the janitor emptying trash cans full of beer bottles and takeout. I only came out of my lustful haze when Sierra whispered Jace’s name.

She tapped my shoulder. “Jace,” she whispered again, her voice breathy, shaky, and a little panicked.

“What the fuck?” I growled.

Now, I wasn’t a jealous man by any means. Sierra was fucking hot. If a guy wanted to check her out, whatever—do it, dude. Take your fill, go home, and jack off later. I was the guy in her bed. The way I saw it, I was the fucking winner. It’s like staring at a
Playboy
. You get to admire the woman in the photo, beat off to her image, and then go about your day. But do you ever think about the guy who’s actually fucking her? The one who makes
her
come? The one whose name she cries as he pleasures her?

No, of course you don’t, because that’s just freaking weird. But it’s the truth. Behind every gorgeous woman is a man (or sometimes a woman) who’s fulfilling her needs. I was that guy for Sierra. So, no, I wasn’t jealous. I felt sorry that those fucks wouldn’t ever see her in the throes of ecstasy.

But Sierra’s whispering another man’s name while my cock was hard for her? No fucking way.

I reeled back, my eyes wild. “What the fuck?” I repeated.

She didn’t respond. She just took my hand and pulled me along as we sprinted to the elevators on the far side of the building. She pushed the up button three times. Then she glanced around, and as soon as the doors dinged open, she shoved me in, frantically hitting the
doors closed
button.

When the doors shut, she leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh of relief. Her eyes were wide as she watched me.

“I repeat, what the fuck?”

“What the fuck what?”

“You just said Jace’s name while my hand was in between your legs, Sierra.” It wasn’t really an accusation. More of like I’d asked. A what the fuck.

“Oh. That,” she said, and my blood pressure started to rise. “I saw him across the parking lot. I’m pretty sure he and Lexi had the same idea as us, so I figured we’d better get out of there.”

Relief washed over me. It was dumb, because I knew that Sierra didn’t want anyone else, but give a guy a break. My hands. Inside her. Jace’s name.

“Ah,” was all I gave in response.

She raised an eyebrow. “Jeremy Banks, were you jealous?”

“No.”

She placed a hand on her hip. “You were!” Her words were punctuated with a fit of giggles.

Ones I drowned out when I crossed the elevator, placed my hands on her hips, and crashed my mouth down on her. My tongue forced its way into her mouth, plunging in, colliding with hers as it wiped his name from it.

All too soon, we were on our floor. Not soon enough, I was sliding the keycard in the door, pushing Sierra inside. I gripped her hips and led her to the shower, where I all but tore her clothes off then did the same to myself.

I’d like to say that I took my time worshipping her beautiful body, but after the show in the car, I was eager for her.

As soon as I had her naked, I guided her under the spray of the shower, taking a perfect, pink nipple into my mouth. She let out a quiet moan as her head rested against the cool tile.

“Jeremy.”

My whispered name on her lips was like gasoline thrown on an already white-hot flame. I sank to my knees and gripped her slim hips as my lips made their sweet descent, not stopping until I was sucking her clit. Her hands flew to my hair, her fingers tangling and holding on for dear life. Or dear, sweet release.

God, she tasted so fucking good. If her sweet essence could’ve been bottled up and sold, I’d be the wealthiest man in the world. My lips plundered and ravaged her in a way that would have made the fiercest Viking proud. I took my fill then went back for more time and time again. One taste would never have been enough. A finger, then a second, joined in my crusade, searching for the holy grail that was Sierra’s sweet release.

Her cries and moans echoed in the shower as I brought her to the brink. A better man would’ve gotten her off with his fingers and his tongue, but I wasn’t a better man. Not when Sierra’s incredible pussy was in my mouth and my dick was swelling with each taste, each touch, begging for its own sampling.

Just as her walls clenched around my fingers, I retreated hastily. I tore my fingers from her, much to her chagrin. Her hooded eyes watched me as I rose to my feet.

“Jeremy,” she panted, practically begged.

God. Had my name ever sounded sweeter?

“Up, baby,” I ordered.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and the second my dick came into contact with her drenched entrance, it nudged its way inside, the head slipping in with ease. I’d planned on going slow, but Sierra wasn’t having it. She lifted her hips then forced her body down, slamming onto me while I responded by surging upward, thrusting to meet her. The force of our union had her crying out, and I wanted to do the same. As her nails dug into the flesh on my back, sharp, pleasurable sensations of pain ran down my spine.

Colors exploded in my vision as soon as I was wholly enveloped in her hot sheath, the base of my dick nestled up against her. I pushed her back against the tile and kissed her, devouring her lips, swallowing her moans.

Her hips circled, trying to get me to move, but I couldn’t. I was buried so deep inside her, and moving meant retreat—something I wasn’t ready for. I wanted to revel in this moment, capture every detail in my memory.

She was so hot. So wet. So incredibly eager. And, after experiencing my fingers and my tongue, she was
so fucking ready.

So was I.

With painstakingly reluctant ease, I withdrew. I savored the feel of her, hot and tight around me until just the tip remained inside. I lost all sense of control when she moaned against my mouth. As my tongue continued its plunder in her mouth, I drove back into her, hard and fast until I was buried again. When I pulled out, I slammed back in almost immediately, burying myself as deep as I could with each plunge of my cock.

As I found a perfect rhythm, she tore her lips from mine as if the sensations of my cock and my tongue were too much to handle in tandem. Her head tilted back against the tile as I rocked up into her.

With each thrust, I used my hands to force her hips down while she rocked them against me, delving deeper into her. I leaned forward and bent my head, nibbling on the skin at the crook of her neck. She moaned and tightened around me. Then I pulled out and used deliberate strokes, lessening my pace. She responded with urgent, breathless gasps.

"Fuck me, Jeremy," she panted. "Fuck me harder with your cock."

So I did. I thrust deeper, harder, faster. Anything I could do to make her feel good.

"Sierra." It was a half whisper, half groan.

All I got in response was another moan. I lifted my head to see that her eyes were closed.

"Eyes, baby. I want to watch you come."

Hers fluttered open, swirling with a mixture of lust, desire, and love as they searched mine. Filling her to the hilt, I paused, staring into her depths.

The moment her walls contracted around me, I increased my pace, frenzied, hurriedly, wanting us to come in unison. She convulsed around me with a soul-shattering intensity that sent me exploding within her.

Every single nerve ending in my body ignited, exploding from the immense pleasure. Her walls tightened, holding me inside her, her body’s signal that it loved this. Craved this. She clenched while I swelled. We were fused together as she held me in place.

Sierra and I were puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly in every single way. Our rings were the proverbial glue that bound us, creating the most incredible image.

It was fucking beautiful.

It always was.

When her legs lowered from my waist, we continued our intimacy, taking turns cleansing each other slowly and thoroughly before falling into bed, exhaustion washing over both of us.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Sierra rolled into my side and snuggled close.

“Best reunion ever.”

I couldn’t disagree.

2013

“OH, LEXI!” I GUSHED
as soon as she stepped into the room.

She was an absolute vision, and every ounce of pain she’d experienced had led her to this moment. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and the nerves were practically radiating off her.

“You’re beautiful. Jace is going to positively die when you walk down the beach to him.”

She blanched just as I realized what a poor choice of words that had been.

It’d been nearly a year and a half since Jace and Lexi had reunited at the beach. Their road hadn’t exactly been the easiest, as it had taken Lexi time to come to terms with the dangers of Jace’s career with the Army. But now that we were standing in the hotel room on the beach, waiting for her to become Mrs. Jace McAllister, I could hardly believe we were here. I was worried at the strange expression on her face, though.