by K. I. Lynn
“That sounds like a challenge,” she whispered against my lips.
A growl left me and I grabbed her hand, taking it from my cock as I pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom.
“Then I’m going to fucking make it a challenge.”
The moment we entered the bedroom I began stripping, giving my cock a tug when I noticed her staring at it with parted lips and pink cheeks. Her breast was still out in the open and when I stepped forward, I reached out and tugged the string on her other shoulder. Once the knot released, the fabric slid from her body, pooling around her feet.
We stood in front of each other, naked except for the thong still covering her. She was breathtaking. My heart sped up and my cock hardened even more.
Setting my hands on her hips, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and tugged the last scrap of clothing down her legs. She lifted one leg to get free and I took the opportunity to hook my arm under her leg and lift it, causing her to grab hold of me to keep from falling.
She started to say something, but I cut her off as my hands took firm hold of her waist and drew her closer until my mouth covered her pussy.
“Fuck,” she cried out, her body curling in.
There was no pause. I dove right in ready to drink from the source what I’d only had teasing licks of. I groaned against her, my tongue lapping against her slit, then sucking at her clit. That move had her nearly ripping my hair out and almost toppled us to the ground.
I pulled back, my dark eyes on hers as I licked my lips. “I couldn’t help myself,” I said with a smirk as I stood. Her lips were parted, and her eyes seemed a bit unfocused.
“Do it again.”
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, drawing her tightly into my arms. I loved the way she gripped onto me and I straightened, lifting her from the floor. She giggled against my lips and drew her legs up to wrap around my hips. A groan left me at the feel of her hot pussy against my shaft.
It was so intense I nearly dropped her on my cock right then.
I climbed onto the bed and caged her beneath me, and her hips rocked against me.
“Baby, you need to stop or you’re going to be stuffed with my cock in one thrust of my hips.”
“Yes,” she hissed, her tongue swiping against her lips.
She was a goddess of lust beneath me. A growl left me and I buried my face into her neck, drawing in her delicious scent of roses and cherries. I ran my hands up her sides until I was cupping both of her breasts. A whimper left her, and she moved against me again. Gripping her piercings, I pulled, loving the way she pulled in a sharp breath before melting beneath me, her body giving a jerk.
“These are so fucking enticing,” I said as I lowered my head, sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth. The softness of her breast in contrast with the hardness of the balls had me licking, biting, and sucking, pulling at the piercing with my teeth. I switched to the other, earning another cascade of whimpers.
I trailed my mouth down her body, licking and sucking before shifting until I was staring at her pretty pink pussy. A groan left me and I flattened my tongue against her slit, dipping into her opening before reaching her swollen clit and flicking it with my tongue. She cried out and I retreated, turning my head to bite down on the soft skin of her inner thigh.
My cock ached, desperate to be buried inside her. I covered her mound with my mouth, again flicking my tongue against her clit, encircling in as I took in her hitched breath and passionate cries. I kicked up the pace, alternating with sucking as I reached up and tugged at her piercings.
A keening moan left her as she fisted my hair, shoving me harder against her mound as her hips rocked. It only spurred me on, making me more aggressive as I pushed her closer to coming.
I felt her legs begin to shake as her muscles tightened and suddenly, just as I wanted, her thighs clamped down on either side of my head as her back arched. Then I heard the glorious sound of her screaming as she came.
I didn’t stop, instead I groaned against her as I lapped up my dessert. Her muscles relaxed and her body jerked with aftershocks, but I kept up even as she tried to push me away.
“Wait,” she whimpered.
But I was done waiting. I released my mouth from her, and in one fluid motion settled my hips between her thighs and sank into her in one hard thrust.
Her eyes widened before rolling back as she shook.
“You’re so delicious, baby,” I whispered against her ear as I soaked up the feeling of her tight warmth surrounding me.
“Thane,” she whispered. It was almost a desperate sound, and it moved through me with the force of a sledgehammer.
I flexed my hips. “Yeah, baby?”
Each slam in elicited another cry and she turned her head, her tongue peeking out to swipe against the inside of my wrist. It was such a little thing, but that tiny lick had me dropping down and linking my fingers with hers as our lips met.
Soon the only thing I registered was the pleasure piercing through me with each thrust of my hips, causing my balls to tighten and the thick, heavy slaps of my cock pounding her wet pussy.
My muscles coiled, and a low groan left me.
“So good, baby,” she whispered as she attempted to raise her hips in time with my thrusts.
Calling me that did something to me, setting off an ache in my chest. My thrusts sped up, and I buried my head into the crook of her neck.
“Roe… Coming,” I cried out with a roar. My hips slammed against her as I exploded, sending thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
I nearly blacked out from the pleasure, never having come so hard in my life. Feeling the strength fading, I rolled us so that she was on top of me before every muscle went lax.
“I think I got the star treatment tonight,” she whispered as she placed a kiss to my chest.
“No, that was just the warm-up. I plan to make you come and come often, or you’ll think I’m all ego.”
She giggled against my chest, and I finally had enough strength return to wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
“You are a bit full of yourself.”
“And what are you filled with?” I asked with a sly grin, flexing my cock that was still at half-mast and still inside her along with my cum.
Her already pink cheeks darkened, and she bit down on her lower lip. “You.”
“That’s right, baby,” I said as my lips captured hers.
It was the best night of my life, and it was only beginning.
When was the last time I had lain contentedly after sex? Had I ever? No feelings before compared to having her naked body wrapped with mine, the peace that filled me having her so close to me.
Roe Pierce had officially blown my mind.
In the last few hours, I’d managed to make her come four times—twice in the span of five minutes. We both needed a small break, though I planned to coax more from her before we both collapsed for the night.
After a little while, I got up to go to the bathroom and when I returned, Roe was lying almost completely on her stomach, giving me an unobstructed view of her back and the black lines etched into her skin. I climbed onto the bed and stared down. On her back was the most intricate and delicate tattoo I’d ever seen. Starting at the base of her neck, a jewel shape started a line down her spine before exploding into a phoenix between her shoulder blades. The line continued with more shapes and jewels.
I traced it with my fingers. “Beautiful.”
“It’s not done.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “It still needs some color, but the last session I had was around the time Kinsey was born. When everything went down, I didn’t have the time or money to get it finished.”
I’d seen the one inside her wrist—Never Forget—and with the view of another of her tattoos, my mind began to piece things together, confirming what I’d already gathered.
“You lost someone on September eleventh.”
She froze momentarily before nodding. The pho
enix, the words, and her insistence to have that date off—it was the only answer.
Her mom was still alive, so that left…
“Your father?” That was why the watch was so important to her.
She nodded. “I was seven. Ryn was five. He worked for an investment banking company on the eighty-ninth floor of the south tower. Normally he was gone by eight, but he’d been up late working, so he slept in. He was going to head to the office for a meeting at ten, but I accidentally spilled my orange juice on his papers. When the plane hit, he was supposed to have been getting ready to go, but he’d had to go in early to reprint what I destroyed.”
“Shit,” I hissed. I couldn’t even imagine the devastation that faced a seven-year-old watching that unfold, not knowing if her daddy was coming home. “It wasn’t your fault, you know.”
“If I just hadn’t bumped the juice glass.”
“Or if it had been a normal day. It was an act of terror,” I said as I pressed my lips against her shoulder. “Guilt has no place in you for what happened.”
“I know, and that took me a while to understand. As a child, though, it wasn’t the same.”
My experience was different. I saw the smoke and ash from the distance of a TV screen. Even when I moved to New York for school, it didn’t hit me.
“Tell me something good,” she whispered.
“Something good?”
She nodded. “I don’t want to talk about then.”
“Well, I met a woman,” I began, my fingers trailing lightly up and down her back. “Complete and total pain in my ass. She fights me at every turn.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“Hmm, maybe not to some, but I love it. Fighting with her is like an aphrodisiac. I’ve gotten to know another side of her recently, the side she hides, and I’m in awe of her. I’ve never met anyone like her before, and I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“She sounds like a catch,” she teased.
I nodded against her shoulder. “She is. Best of all, she puts up with me.”
“She comes with baggage.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“You, apparently.”
“I have my fair share,” I whispered.
“Do I get to know?”
I pressed my lips against her skin, breathing her in. Compared to many, my life had been a breeze. Well, my life after age five. We had so much to learn about each other, and I realized she’d gotten the short end of the knowledge stick.
“I told you about my mom, and I’ll tell you more later. After my parents got divorced and my dad got full custody, we moved to an upper-middle-class suburban area. He got remarried, they had a kid, and we were a happy little family. In college, I was in a fraternity, and I landed a good job once I was out. I met a girl at a coffee shop soon after, and we hit it off. She was an Upper East Side socialite from a wealthy family. We’d only been dating a few months when a broken condom changed our lives.”
I could tell by her rigid posture she was holding herself back from asking questions. Liv was the last woman I’d had any type of relationship with, and what I’d felt for her couldn’t hold a candle to my feelings for Roe.
“She moved in, and we prepared to be a family. We found out it was a boy and started prepping the second bedroom for his arrival. Around the twenty-fifth week, he stopped moving.”
Roe turned around, brow knitted and lips parted as she adjusted her position and straddled my thighs. I met her eyes as I told her about the most painful loss of my life.
“He was gone.”
“Oh, Thane.” She threw her arms around my shoulders and pulled me to her. I gladly nestled my head into her neck. A tear fell from my eye, landing on her skin. Her warm hands cupped my face, bringing my gaze back to hers. The warm swipe of her thumb across my cheek had me leaning into her touch.
“When did you break up?”
“A few weeks later. It took that long to realize that the baby was the only thing that held us together. It didn’t help that I didn’t make enough money at the time for her standards.”
I’d dated many women in the last seven years, but I’d never told a single one. None of them were worthy of knowing me to that level. Roe was different.
For years I was solid in the belief that I didn’t want a relationship, that I didn’t need love. With each encounter, she was changing me. When we were apart, I wanted to be with her.
The way my chest burned, I understood the need for her—I loved her. It didn’t matter that it was new. My feelings went well beyond like and beyond anything I’d ever felt before.
I was in love with Roe.
Thane made a mean omelet filled with gooey cheese, spinach, and tomatoes. He could also cook bacon to that perfectly crispy, melt-in-your-mouth stage.
Maybe I’ll keep him. He can cook.
“What time do we have to pick Kinsey up?” he asked between bites.
I was surprised by his question. “We?”
“Is that not okay?”
I blinked at him. “I just… I thought you’d want your Sunday to relax.”
“I can’t do that with you two?”
Yes, he could. “Noon. We’re meeting her for lunch.”
He glanced at the clock, and it was almost nine. We’d slept until seven thirty—the latest I’d slept in ages.
“Good.”
“Good?”
He nodded and grinned at me. “That means we have time for another round.”
I returned his smile, my heart full and happy for the first time in years, if ever.
“If I remember correctly, the number is seven. I only counted five last night.”
His eyes darkened and his tongue slipped out to wet his lips. “Seems I need to do better.”
I could barely walk because of the mind-blowing orgasms he’d given me, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I could take the challenge I’d just issued.
He wiped his mouth before taking a sip of orange juice. Without warning he ducked under the table. He gripped my knees and parted my thighs. I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes wide as I looked down at him.
Without a word he popped the buttons of the dress shirt I was wearing—his shirt. His fingers caressed my nipple, giving my piercing a light tug. A soft mewl left me, one that turned into a high-pitched cry. In an instant, my legs were on his shoulders while his mouth was attached to my pussy.
“Fuck,” I hissed. Unrelenting and unmovable, my mind went white with pleasure.
One of his hands squeezed my breast as he moaned against my mound. He ate me like a starving man and in no time, I was gripping his hair, pushing him harder against me as my muscles shuddered in release.
I was a mess of jelly muscles as I slid down to lay on the banquette bench. He chuckled against my skin, giving me one last long lick before placing a kiss on my inner thigh. He gave a little tap to my clit, making me jump.
“Six now. I’ll get number seven in the shower.”
“You… you…”
“Are great? Fantastic? The best lover you’ve ever had or could ever dream of having?”
I waved my hand in the air. “Yeah, whatever. All of that.”
Once we finished breakfast, I took my cup of coffee and walked around the living room, getting a better feel for it in the morning light. It was bright for sure.
“Is this you?” I asked as I picked up a framed photo from the bookshelf. There were a man and a woman standing on either side of a much younger, preppy-looking Thane. “Are you wearing chinos?” The collar of his polo was popped and he had a smug look on his face.
“Yes, that’s me, and probably on the chinos. That’s my dad, and that is my mom,” he said as he pointed to the couple on either side of him.
“That’s your mom?” I asked.
“Why do you say it like that?”
I turned to him. “Because I was under the impression she wasn’t in your life.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, no, that’s my stepmother. My dad married San
dy when I was ten. She always treated me like her own, never like I was a burden. Even when she gave birth to my brother, Wyatt, she never treated me any differently. She’s my mom in all the ways that count.”
I remembered him mentioning his younger brother weeks ago when we had lunch. “So they’re still married?”
A smile lit up his face. “Still madly in love. Now, you’ve seen mine, so show me yours.”
“I think you saw mine last night. Intimately.”
He chuckled at that. “What were you like in high school?”
“Oh.” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. “Well, I can tell you we were in different crowds and probably wouldn’t have been friends.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I was an emo girl.”
His head tilted to the side as he stared at me, then straightened. “I don’t believe it. Proof is needed to believe this whopper.”
I picked my phone up from the counter and pulled up Facebook. After flipping through my photographs, I found the one I was looking for.
Black hair with pink highlights, lip ring, heavy black eyeliner, and black clothes.
“No way. That’s not you,” he said.
“It very much is an embarrassing part of my past.” I pulled the phone away.
After that Thane pulled me into the shower and made good on his number seven promise, and when I could barely stand after, he picked me up and pinned me to the shower wall. He used his cock to pull number eight out of me.
“You win.”
He chuckled against my throat. “I didn’t realize there was something to win.”
“You proved your manliness.”
Once we were dried off, I slipped my dress on but I couldn’t find my thong. My legs shook as I searched the floor.
“Have you seen—”
“You’re not getting it back,” Thane interrupted.
I quirked a brow at him. “A trophy?”
He shook his head. “A token. A reminder of the best night of my life.”
“Best night?”
His eyes were wide as he nodded adamantly. “And I can see each day we are together getting better and better.”
