Cross Crease (On The Edge Book 3)

by Elizabeth Hartey

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Wolfe

  This is a new, nightmarish predicament. Saying I’m uncomfortable doesn’t begin to describe the distress I’m in. I make another useless attempt at soothing my disgruntled cock because tonight is about Pip.

  This is all fairly new to her. It’s obvious she’s nervous and frightened. After the way I behaved in my drunken stupor while dancing with her at the reception, I understand her apprehension. But I want her to know she doesn’t have to be worried. I’m going to give her everything she needs, everything she wants, with no expectations for anything in return. Until she’s ready. Until she’s so sure, she’s begging me.

  “Sorry, dude.” I look down at my frustrated cock, which is beginning to get the ‘it’s not happening’ message. But we’ll both have to get over it because Heaven is the most incredible woman I’ve ever known and worth every second of my hardship. I’ll wait as long as it takes.

  My dick twitches, as if in protest. “You’ve had a lifetime of satisfaction, dude. You can hang in there for a while.” Christ. Apparently, since all my blood is between my legs, I’m losing my mind and having a conversation with my own dick.

  ***

  When I open the bedroom door, I’m struck dumb and nearly drop the tray I’m juggling. Pip is standing next to the bed, her hand on her hip. The t-shirt I gave her is tossed on the bed, and she’s still completely, gorgeously, brain-stupefyingly naked. She wiggles a come here finger to me.

  “I…I have our cereal.” I stutter the comment like a nervous teenager who’s seeing a naked woman for the first time. “And…and two glasses of almond milk.” I swallow hard because my gaping mouth has gone bone dry and could use some of the disgusting tasting liquid.

  “Put it down and come here.” She gives me a lazy smile. My cock is in full on attention again.

  What the hell happened to the hesitant girl I left in my bed only five minutes ago? This woman is all certainty and confidence, the same woman who rides a surfboard as if it’s an extension of her body and beats me in every competition.

  I take her advice and place the tray on the desk before I dump its contents all over the carpet from the way I’m shaking. “Wh…what are you doing, Pip?”

  She tilts her head and gives me a smug grin because she answered the same question a few minutes ago.

  “Everything?” I check just to make sure I have it right.

  “Yup.” She pops the P and…prowls, is the only word I can describe the way she’s moving toward me as if she’s about to claim her prey. She pushes me against the wall and drops to her knees.

  “But I need you to do something for me.” She licks her lips. She looks up at me through languid eyes.

  Holy fuck. “Wh…what do you need?” If she says she needs me to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, while standing on my head, I’m good with that. I’d do anything for her at this particular moment. But my anxious cock and I are hoping she has something else in mind.

  She grips the waist of my sweatpants and slides them down my legs. Fuck me sideways. My cock couldn’t be any harder or more swollen. For a second, when it swings in her face, I’m worried it might take her nose off. But she just tilts her head and stares at it for a moment as if she’s observing some strange creature she’s never seen before.

  “Uh…is that normal?” She continues studying my cock. The tiny crease she gets between her brows—whenever she’s really thinking about something—appears. My cock thumps against my stomach like it’s answering her.

  “Is what normal, baby?” Apparently, she’s never gotten up close and personal with a throbbing dick.

  “It’s so impossibly long and…thick.”

  I can’t keep myself from chuckling. “I don’t know. Maybe a bit more than average.”

  But then, she licks her lips again, looks up, and hits me with her bright blues while saying, “I need you to let me taste you too.” I swallow my laughter and find out I was wrong. My cock can grow bigger and harder. And it does. “But I have a problem,” she adds and chews on her bottom lip.

  Fucking hell. Please, God. Don’t tell me she’s not going to do what I thought she was going to do. Yeah. Definitely going to hell with a prayer like that.

  “A problem?” The words come out in a shaky sputter. I said I could wait until she begged me but this is too much. I’m the one about to do the begging. What is she doing? Is this payback for all the times I rejected her requests to vanquish her virginity?

  “Uh huh.” She keeps eyeing the iron rod throbbing against my stomach and continues to work her lip with an anxious nibble. “I want to do this.” She strokes my cock with her fingertips. It jerks at her touch. An electric shock shoots straight to my balls. I close my eyes and hold my breath. Jesus Christ. She’s going to make me come with one look and a touch.

  “But I’ve never done it before. I might need your help—tell me what to do. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  For the guys out there. Are you seeing this? I’ve got this naked, gorgeous, sexy as fuck woman kneeling between my legs—a woman I’ve wanted with every hormone in my body but have been restricting myself from touching for years. She’s looking up at me with imploring eyes—a color blue no human has the business having—as if her mission on earth is to worship my cock. But she’s concerned it won’t feel good for me. Have I painted a vivid enough picture? I pride myself on stamina. But in this case, with Heaven on her knees touching me, I’m one hand-stroke away from blowing my load in her sweet face.

  I gulp down some much-needed air. “Baby. There isn’t anything you could do to me that would feel bad.” I stroke my fingers through her silky hair.

  With my reassurance, she wraps a hesitant hand around my shaft, leans in, and licks the precum off the tip. Next thing I know, my dirty prayer has been answered when the entire head is enveloped by her soft lips. She flattens her tongue on the sensitive spot under the tip and licks at it like a kitten. Fuuuck. And then, like I’m her candy, she’s licking and sucking up and down my length. My head drops back and hits the wall behind me. But I don’t feel anything except her soft, warm lips working me.

  It seems to take only seconds for Pip to become the world’s best blow job giver. Seriously. If there’s an award, she deserves it. She takes me in, inch by inch as far as she can, licking and sucking and moaning as she goes and then uses the moisture her tongue leaves to stroke and twist her hand up and down my shaft. She slides her mouth off my cock and gives a tender nibble and lick to my balls.

  My legs shake, and my knees begin to buckle under me. I press my palms against the wall to hold myself up. When she licks from my base up to the tip and laps her tongue just under the head again, the room around me blurs. My entire body bucks as she keeps working me.

  “Fuck me,” I growl. Tangling my fingers through her hair, I begin thrusting into her sweet, warm mouth and she matches every pump, sucking me in. Christ. I’m so hard I’m going to choke her, but I can’t hold back. “Ahh, fuck yeah. Just like that. Just like that,” I groan. “Where did you learn to do that?” I blow out a heavy breath.

  She looks up at me and blinks her long black lashes and answers me with a smile and a gratified “mmmm.” The sight of her sucking me so deep and the vibration from her lips sends a hot rush through my body. I’m on fire, and I’m going to explode.

  Fuck. I pinch my eyes shut and grit my teeth, desperate to control my body, to hold back. But she’s too fucking good at this, a natural. She definitely didn’t need any instructions from me. Yup. She deserves all the awards.

  “Pip. I can’t…ah, ah shit, I’m gonna…” I’m grunting and groaning like I’m about to detonate, while trying to pull out of her mouth. This is her first time. I don’t know how she’ll take me coming in her mouth. Not to mention, I don’t want to gag her with how fucking hard I’m about to come. But I swear to God, the woman has more powerful suction than my Dyson and she doesn’t let up.

  She starts working me faster, harder, her head moving up and d
own as she eats me like she’s starving. When I let go and explode with the power of a firehose she keeps swallowing and moaning and drinking me in until I stop pulsing hot jets down her throat.

  She takes one more, long lick down my shaft, sits back on her legs, sweeps her tongue over her lips and says, “Yum.” No shit. Where has this woman been all my life? Oh yeah. She’s been offering me her virginity for years, and I’ve been saying no. What a complete dumbass.

  I bend down and scoop her up into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck. I take a moment to hold her, cradle her against me. Nuzzling my nose into her hair, I breathe her in. Then she nestles her head under my chin. “I may have been wrong,” I whisper into her hair.

  She tips her head back. “About what?” A worried expression crosses her face.

  “I’m thinking you should never, ever stop reading those trashy romance books you read.” I smile and kiss the top of her head.

  “You are such a jerk.” She laughs and gives me a light punch to the shoulder. “I really don’t know why I put up with you.”

  “Mmm.” I nibble down her neck. “I know why I put up with you.” She sighs and melts into my arms. “I’d love to do some swoony, literary, romantic gesture: carry you across the room and throw you across the bed. But unfortunately, my pants are tangled around my ankles. I’d probably trip and…”

  “Put me down, you caveman hockey jock.” She kicks her legs and giggles. “I can walk to the bed, and you can serve me my after-delicious-sex meal, in bed.”

  “Your what?” I chuckle and kiss along her sweet neck.

  God. She’s delicious. I didn’t think it was possible, but she’s even more beautiful with her pink, swollen lips, flushed skin, and tousled, sexy hair. And although I just had the best fucking orgasm of my life, I’m getting hard again just thinking about being balls deep inside her.

  “You know. My cereal,” she blows out in exasperation. “I’m starving.”

  “Yes. I could tell.” I nibble on her lip. “Me too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Heaven

  “You better put that t-shirt on, or I won’t be eating cereal for a late-night snack.” D puts me down and tugs his sweatpants up.

  I hurry my naked ass to the bed to grab the shirt. “You’re beautiful, you know,” he says behind me.

  “Thanks.” I quickly pull the shirt over my head. Even though he’s seen every part of me—intimately—and he seems to like what he sees, the assurance I was feeling a few minutes ago evaporates. I’m not comfortable prancing around on full display. I slide onto the bed and lean back against the headboard, taking a minute to admire all his perfection. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.”

  He crosses the room, eating up the space between us in an instant, bends down over me and says against my lips, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

  I shake my head. “I just can’t get enough of your corny pick-up lines.” I giggle.

  “And I just can’t get enough of you.” His soft lips brush against mine. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  Oh man! He knows all the right words and how to use them to get me all hot and bothered. Running my hands over his sculpted chest, I can’t believe I finally get to touch him. “Me either.” I lift my eyes and meet his direct silver gaze. It heats me down to my core. I’m aching for him with an impossible need. I want him to touch me, want his lips on me—everywhere. I want him inside me.

  “I’d prefer to eat you again, but our cereal is getting soggy.” He gives me a lazy grin and walks over to retrieve the tray from the desk. I whimper as he leaves.

  I’ve waited for this for years, but somehow now, it seems as if everything is moving too fast. These feelings are too powerful. Does he feel the power too or am I in this alone? I need to take a step back, slow things down. I won’t be able to handle it if this is just another one-night stand for him and he moves on to someone else tomorrow.

  “What do you want to watch while we enjoy our gourmet meal?” He hands me the remote.

  “Talking about late night, it’s getting really late. I should probably be heading home.” I don’t want to leave. I feel wonderful, all warm and tingly. I never want this feeling to end. I’d like to stay cuddled next to him, wrapped up in his arms all night. Take a step back. Slow down, what little sensible mind I have left, warns.

  I need to heed the warning. This is probably the first time D has ever had a woman in his own bedroom, having one here all night may be too much to expect. I don’t want to leave, but I have to take some care—even if it’s too little too late—to protect my heart.

  He flips the covers back and stretches his massive body out next to me on the bed. “Don’t leave, Heaven.” He trails kisses down my arm. “Stay with me. I want to hold you all night, wake up next to you in the morning. Stay with me, please.” His soft words envelop me, warm me, and shroud any tentative, practical thoughts.

  “I want that too.” I touch my fingertips to his cheek. D rolls over and straddles my legs. His revitalized cock is tenting his sweatpants. He grips me around the waist and slides me down onto my back, under him. His lips are on mine. Our tongues tangle together in and out of each other’s mouth, lapping and tasting, like we’re trying to swallow each other.

  “Do you feel what you do to me?” My shirt is pushed up around my waist. I’m not wearing anything under it. He rubs his hardened length over me where I’m wet and needy. Even through the thick fabric, I can feel his heat.

  “Oh God.” I wriggle under him and try to spread my legs wider to welcome him inside me.

  “Not yet, baby. Not yet.” He moves off me. I’m left cold, trembling, and confused.

  “Let’s eat and watch some Netflix.” I’m sure the look I’m giving him must be that of a confused, abandoned puppy. He gives me a warm, tilted smile. “We have forever, Gorgeous, and I want to make this special and be sure you’re sure.”

  Forever. We have forever. It seems as if he’s feeling something here too. Something more than the usual hit and run Wolfe is famous for. I want to believe he is. I have to believe he is. Because I am sure. He’s all I want.

  ***

  “So, what are you up for? Action? Horror? Fantasy? Ro-mance?” D asks and scrunches his nose at the last suggestion.

  Since fantasy is my second favorite genre, I decide to spare him the romance. “I love fantasy. Do you?” I say in between mushy, milk-soaked cereal slurps.

  “Of course. Best computer graphics. And I have a thing for dragons.” He swallows a spoonful and pushes a button on the remote. A gigantic LED screen on the wall comes to life. “What’ll it be?”

  “Have you ever seen the Merlin series?”

  “Merlin?”

  “You know. Camelot, knights, magic, lots of dragons, and Bradley James.” I don’t mean to breathe the name out on a heavy swoon. But I can’t help it. I’ve been fangirl crushing on the actor for years.

  “Who?” D purses his lips to one side.

  “You know,” I insist. “King Arthur. The round table. There are also lots of bloody battle scenes and swordfights.”

  “Now you’re speaking my language.”

  He takes my empty bowl and places it, along with his, on the tray. He hands me a glass. We gulp down our milk and put the empty glasses on the tray. D makes a face like the milk tastes sour. He slides the tray onto the night table.

  Propping some pillows along the headboard, he rests back against them, then stretches his arm out and invites me into its strong shelter. I cuddle down into him and lay my head on his chest. My head moves up and down with his breathing. I can hear his rhythmic heartbeat thumping in a comforting steadfastness. He drapes his arm around me. I’m warm, protected.

  “Let’s see what these knights and this Bradley dude have.” His chest rumbles under me when he sniggers.

  We watch in silence for a while. But then I can’t help myself. Even though I’ve seen this series three times, when Arthur, aka Bradley, pulls off
his shirt after beating the villain in a swordfight, I let out an unintentional sigh.

  “I know you didn’t just sigh at another guy while you’re lying on my chest.” D’s playful voice rumbles in my ear.

  “Of course not.” I smile.

  “Pip-pa.” He places a finger under my chin and tilts my head up to look at me. “Did you just sigh at that little piss ant?”

  “No. Of course, I didn’t sigh at him.” I suck in my lips to keep from smiling. “And he doesn’t look like a piss ant to me,” I mumble under my breath.

  “I see how it is.” He flips us over. I’m on my back pinned under him. He tickles under my shirt until I’m gasping through my laughter and screaming for him to stop. “You’re into the guy with the biggest, fastest sword.”

  “No!” I screech and try to push his hands away. “No…not the fastest.” I chortle out in a gulp.

  “Oh, just the biggest, huh?” He stops tickling me and presses his growing hardness against my leg once more.

  “Yup.” I stroke his hard arousal through his pants. “Just the biggest.” He lets out a growling sound. “Of course, I don’t have much to compare it to.” I smirk.

  “Is that so?” He pushes my shirt up and nibbles on my nipple, then laves at it with his tongue.

  I arch into him and spread my thighs further apart, trying to give him access to the place I want him. “Please, D. I want you.”

  His eyes scrunch closed in a frown and his jaw clenches. “No, baby.” His voice is strained. “Not y…”

  I frame his face with my hands. His eyes open and he looks straight into mine with his molten searching gaze. “Yes. Now, D. All I’ve ever wanted is you. We’ve waited long enough.”

  “Heaven,” he whispers my name like a prayer. “Are you sure?”

  “I don’t want to wait another second. And you can’t tell me you don’t want this too.” I slip my hand into his pants and stroke his hard shaft. He’s like hot velvet over iron. He lets out a raspy groan and presses the blunt head into my hand. Then he’s up on his knees. One knee lands on the remote. He yanks it out from under his knee, presses the power button and throws the remote across the room. He rips the shirt I’m wearing in half and licks and kisses a frenzied trail up and down my body.