Resisting Roots (Lotus House Book 1)

by Audrey Carlan

  I huffed out a breath, cleaned up my station, and went inside.

  “Hello!” Mary and Rowan rushed down the stairs just as I reached the living room. They were dressed to go out even though it was dinnertime, and they had their backpacks on.

  “Hey, Vivvie, Mary and I are staying the night at Jonathan and Carrie’s.”

  Jonathan was a baseball player on Rowan’s team at Berkeley High, and his little sister Carrie was in the same class as Mary. They were all best friends, and their parents were really cool about my brother and sister staying over on the weekends. Said it kept their kids busy and out of trouble. I usually never had a problem with it. But after last night, I was feeling a little raw and selfish. I wanted them to hang out at home where I could keep an eye on them.

  “Are you sure? We could watch movies, have an impromptu PJ party with popcorn. I can make some pizzas.”

  Both of them shook their heads.

  “No way. Carrie’s mom is taking us to see the new fairy movie. You know I’ve been dying to see it!” Mary’s voice was high-pitched as if she’d just die if I said no.

  “Okay, baby girl. That’s fine. Row, you’ll keep an eye out?” My voice clogged up with a wave of emotion I wasn’t prepared for.

  He walked down the rest of the stairs and hugged me, one of the big full-body I-love-you-big-sis ones that I adored. “You know it. Their parents are both there, okay? And besides, Trent’s in the kitchen making up a meal for you. He says he’s got you covered tonight, so I’m going to take the ’Stang.”

  The ’Stang was Dad’s Mustang and our only car. We usually gave one another a heads up when we needed it so the other wasn’t put out.

  Before I could ask what he meant about Trent making dinner, the two of them rushed out the door with a bunch of I love yous and see you laters. I shook my head and made my way into the kitchen. Sure enough, Trent was hunched over the stove, and the most wonderful smells of garlic and other spices permeated the air.

  “What are you doing?” I set my hands on my hips and looked into a pot of bubbling sauce. It was chunky, filled with veggies and meat. It was the type of spaghetti sauce we could eat without the noodles, and it smelled divine. My stomach growled.

  Trent hooked his hands around me from behind. “Whoa. Looks like my girl is hungry. You ready to eat?”

  I snorted and looked around the kitchen. The table was already set up with plates and silverware. He didn’t set out any candles or flowers like in romantic movies, but the effect was still the same. Trent Fox, famous Major League Baseball player, had set the table and made me dinner. Me. A simple girl from Berkeley, California.

  “I can’t believe you did all this.”

  “Well, my goal is to get into your panties. Did it work?” His hands fiddled with the button on my shorts.

  Spinning around, I looped my arms around his neck. “Oh, yeah. It worked.”

  He grinned, pecked my lips all too briefly, and smacked my bum. “Get to the table, woman. I’m dishing out some grub. Eat first, sexy time later.”

  He dished out ginormous servings of food. Way more than I could put away. He gave me as much as he gave himself, but I didn’t say anything. This was his meal. He filled my glass with a wine from a local winery I’d been to with a friend before my parents passed.

  “Thank you.” I lifted the glass.

  He filled his and did the same.

  “What shall we drink to?”

  He grinned and pursed his lips. “To fucking you silly?” He smirked.

  My heartbeat picked up at imaging all of the possibilities that could make me downright silly in the bedroom. “Be serious for once.”

  Trent rolled his eyes. “How about we drink to new experiences, doing something crazy, and hoping for the best possible outcome?”

  I smiled wide. “Now that I can drink to.”

  We both drank our wine and chatted lightly. He told me about college ball, and then the majors and how he’d survived the rookie years with hope and a prayer. He explained how his mother made sure he knew how to take care of a yard and cook a meal. Apparently, he knew only a few dishes. Spaghetti and pancakes were the top of his culinary prowess. I secretly loved that he’d shared both his bests with me right away.

  Dinner was heavenly and the conversation even better. Trent seemed interested in knowing more about me, not just getting into my panties. On the other hand, I was so ready to move this party forward, I could have burst at any second. Throughout dinner, he touched me as much as possible. Each touch felt like a brand, sizzling against my skin, lighting every nerve with anticipation of what was to come.

  While we did the dishes, Trent’s playful side came out. He flicked droplets of water at me. I retaliated by blowing suds onto him. At one point, he got hold of the sprayer and soaked the front of my tank. The tips of my breasts poked through the lace bra underneath. His eyes blazed white-hot fire. That’s when he finally made his move.

  I stretched past him to put the last dish in the drainer. He turned me, pressing my back up against the sink. He looked at me with a sensual gaze that traced my form like a physical caress, zeroing in on the yellow fabric clinging to my breasts. I gripped the counter behind me, curling my fingers into the tile lip. Waiting. Expecting. He leaned forward and sucked the tip of my hardened nipple right through the cotton. I grabbed his head, tunneling my fingers into the long layers of his hair.

  “Trent…” I sighed, the splinters of need spiraling out from the tug and nip of my breasts between his teeth.

  He growled and laved at the peak with his tongue. The wet fabric grated along my sensitive tip, sending ribbons of heat along my skin as wetness soaked my panties.

  “Please…”

  He pulled away from my breast and hiked me up so my legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Trent, you can’t. Your leg—”

  He cut me off with a kiss. Not a sweet kiss. No, this one was carnal—lips, teeth, and tongues.

  Slowly, he carried me to the stairs, and even though I knew he shouldn’t walk up those stairs with the extra weight, I kept my mouth shut. This was, by far, the most romantic experience of my life. A man carrying me to bed.

  When we got to my room, he slid my body down his, my breasts rubbing along his chest. He tunneled his fingers through my hair, cupping my cheeks and lifting my chin. “Want you more than any woman I’ve ever known. You strip away everything, Genevieve, and replace it with light and goodness. I need that in my life.”

  I held onto the sides of his face and stroked his bottom lip with my thumbs. “Then take it. For now, it’s yours. I’m yours.” I swallowed. The words were heavy, and they’d likely meant a lot more to me than to him, but in that moment, I couldn’t deny what I wanted. More.

  More of Trent.

  More of his time.

  Just more.

  “Christ. How long’s it been for you? I need to know how you want me, because I’m barely hanging on by a thread here, babe. The animal in me wants to rip off your clothes and pound into you until you scream my name. Then start all over again.” His voice was ragged and deep.

  That sounded utterly fabulous, but it had been a long, long time. “Over three years.”

  His eyes went so wide I could see every speck of color in them as if they were glowing.

  “How many men?” He clenched his teeth, his jaw firm.

  “Just one,” I whispered shyly. I stared into his eyes and cataloged every facet of his face. I wanted to remember this moment.

  Trent’s nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply. His hazel eyes filled with lust, the pupils dilating. “Like that, babe. Like that a lot. Because right now, I’m going to make you forget that one man.”

  Boldly, I slid my hands to his shirt and unbuttoned each button until the shirt lay open, presenting me with his bare chest. I placed each finger near his collarbones and lightly ran my nails down the long expanse. He groaned, and the bulge in his jeans got bigger.

  He grasped my waist and squeezed as I lean
ed forward and placed kiss after kiss over his chest. Tasting his warm skin, smelling his unique leather and musk scent, I bit down on his pec and then soothed it with my tongue. He groaned long and deep.

  Finally, I looked up and took in his heated gaze. “Baby, I already have.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bridge Pose (Sanskrit: Setu Bandha Sarvangasana)

  This asana helps stretch the back, releases tension in the spine and shoulders, and builds muscle in your thighs, bum, and core. Bridge pose is considered one of the most versatile backbends in yoga. Lie on the floor, feet and knees hip distance apart, roll the shoulders under the body, and clasp the hands. Lift the hips until they are above the heart.

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  TRENT

  Genevieve Harper tore a man down to the base instincts where the primitive male took control. Looking down into her black gaze and kiss-swollen lips, I had to rein in the animal within. Standing in front of me, she was every man’s fantasy, her large breasts heaving under her wet tank. Her lips glistened in the low light of the lamp next to her bed. I wanted to have her, mark her, imprint her on my mind, make her mine.

  Lifting her chin, I took her lips again. I dragged my tongue across them, tasting every inch, committing the kiss to memory—the way her lips felt pressed to mine, how she sighed as I kissed her. What woman sighed? The one who put her entire body into each soulful press of our lips. She burrowed her small hands into the hair behind my neck and held on for dear life. As I lowered her down over her bed, she fell willingly, our lips never leaving each other’s. Magic.

  Lying over her was like notching a puzzle piece into place. Resting my pelvis against hers was utter bliss. I’d never felt content to just lie above a woman before.

  That she’d not been taken care of in years made me want to tear into her. Rip off her clothes and go to town on every inch of her body. Good thing we had all night because one heated encounter this evening would not be enough. No way.

  Kissing my way down her neck, I licked the indent at her throat. Just as I suspected, succulent. I hovered over her and slid my fingers into the sides of her tank, pushing the fabric up and over her head. I lifted her bra over her big tits and then over her head without even unclasping it. I wanted the offending thing off and now. If I had my way, her gorgeous tits would be free, ready for my access at all times. I took one pale pink tip into my mouth. It beaded into a tight eraser-sized nub. She gripped my hair and thrust her hips up to meet mine.

  “So sensitive.” I laved her tip, flicking it with my tongue.

  Her eyes filled with heat.

  “I love that about you. Tonight, gumdrop, I’m going to find every sensitive spot on your body and drive you insane. How many times in a row can you come, hmm?” I pinched her other peak, plucking it into the same tight nub as the one I was licking.

  Her breath was labored, and she squinted. Her hips came up again, and I pressed against them with my own, rubbing my denim-clad length against her center, creating a nice friction. It wouldn’t get me off, not this time. No, I had every intention of exploding within the confines of her tiny body.

  “Answer me, babe. How many times can this sweet body sing?” I began sucking her other nipple.

  “Only…once.”

  I stopped mid lick, sucked her tip until it glistened, and then gazed at her, waiting until her eyes met mine. “That’s ridiculous, gumdrop. This body was made for fucking and getting off. I’m going to show you what this body can do.” I sat up and gripped her hips. “I’ll shoot for three tonight and see if you can handle that. Maybe go for four. Depends on if I’m going to bust a nut by then.”

  The way her eyes seamed to get wider told me that she didn’t believe me. Challenge accepted.

  “You can’t possibly be serious. Three orgasms in one session?”

  I nodded, unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them off her long legs. For a small gal, she had a decent set of gams. Starting at her foot, I lifted her leg and kissed my way from her ankle to her pussy. Her cotton panties were soaked, and the scent of her arousal sent a horde of bees buzzing along my skin.

  “Your panties are sopping wet for me, babe.” I rubbed my nose against the damp fabric and inhaled deep, imprinting my woman’s scent in my mind. My smaller head hardened wanting to plunge in there. I adjusted my cock, giving it a bit of attention while I dragged a finger down between her breasts to the top of her panties to her clit. Zeroing in on the hard button, I pressed against it. Her hips instantly followed the motion, circling in a way that made the synapses in my brain fire and shorten.

  Ripping her panties down her legs, I spread her wide. “Fuck, you’re flexible. It’s like I can split you in half.”

  Her sex opened like a flower. I stuffed my nose right between her lower lips. Then I stretched my tongue out and licked her from her pucker to her clit in one long stroke. Genevieve attempted to tighten and close her legs but I wasn’t having any of it. No, I planned on hearing her lose her mind tonight, and this was only step one.

  “You like that, gumdrop?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

  I leaned back and used my thumb and fingers to play in her wetness. “What do you like, babe? Tell me.”

  “Mmm,” she sighed. “What you’re doing.”

  She lifted her hand and put her red-tipped finger in her mouth, biting down on the soft flesh in a graphic display of what I wanted her to do to my dick. I easily recalled the feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock. The base of my spine tightened and tingled as she played with her finger.

  “No, babe. Not good enough.” I moved between her legs again and held her thighs out as if I were pushing against something heavy. It was easy to keep her wide open because she wanted me there. The wetness at her core glistened, and I licked her up the center again, focusing some attention on her clit. Wrapping my lips around the firm knot, I flicked it with my tongue. Repeatedly.

  She started to tremble.

  “Tell me what you like. Use your words.”

  She hummed deep in her throat, her head moving from side to side against the comforter. “I like your tongue.”

  I gave her more tongue. “Like this?”

  Genevieve sighed. “Yeah. And your lips.”

  My dick hardened. I dragged my lips through her slit, kissing and licking every inch.

  “What else do you like?” I wanted to hear her say every naughty thing I was doing to her, but in her own tender way.

  She lay naked and trembling as I held her open wide and made her speak to me through her pleasure. It was one of the most erotic and beautiful experiences of my life. I’d never taken this kind of time to please a woman before, but with Genevieve, I never wanted to stop.

  She gave me another sigh and a deep inhale when I plunged my tongue into the heart of her. Her entire body tightened, and I knew she was going to come.

  “I like…I like when you taste me deep.” She tunneled her fingers through my hair, gripping it at the roots.

  “Is that right? Then I better please my woman.” I stuck my tongue deep into her heat, as far as I could go, wishing I had a longer tongue. Then, I used the next best thing and plunged my index finger into her sex, gratified when she cried out, her hands clasped above her head as her body tightened like a rope being pulled taut.

  Her hips and legs trembled as I fingered her deep and added my tongue, licking up her arousal and loving the musky, sweet taste of my girl. I paid attention to her body, the slight jerks and twinges, waiting until she was on the precipice of her release.

  “Oh, my word,” she breathed.

  Holding her down, I wrapped my lips around her clit, added another finger, and took her there. She cried out, and her body convulsed, but I didn’t let up. Just as she started to relax, I went for it. I pushed my fingers home, hooked them up, found the spot within that made her body tighten, and I played my girl like an instrument. I sucked her clit, nibbled on that bit of flesh, and fingered her deep, never letting up on the spot t
hat made her shake.

  “Trent, Trent, Trent, oh my God!”

  Her legs shook, those big titties jiggled, and I ate my woman like I would never get another chance. She thrashed around. She pulled at my shirt, ripping it over my head. I released her juicy pussy only long enough to let the shirt go.

  “Want you, want you, want you…” she chanted and tugged at my head.

  I shook my head. “Want you to come on my tongue again, babe. Need it,” I growled. Something happened to me when she started screaming my name through her pleasure. I had to make her feel good. Needed to feel her body explode under my ministrations. Wanted it more than my own release even.

  “Naked, baby, please,” she cried out, her voice shredded.

  I lifted off her, unbuckled my jeans and shucked them, my briefs, and my shoes, and hopped on the bed. “You want this cock?” I crawled up her body, licking her pussy one more time, and then up her belly, and finally each rounded titty. I was worshiping her breasts when she grabbed my cock. It was so hard I could have pounded steel and left a gaping hole.

  “Yeah, baby. Turn around. Fill me.”

  Hearing my polite-talking Zen yoga babe being so explicit made me even harder. I spun around on top of her, my hammy protesting. I winced, but she didn’t see, thank God. She’d stop if she thought I was hurt, and I needed her lips wrapped around my cock more than I needed my next breath.

  Just as I straddled her head, she took me into her hot mouth.

  “Fucking hell!”

  I thrust into her mouth a few times. She loved it. Got off on it. Moaned around my cock, flicking the tip, sucking on the crown like a professional dick sucker. Man, this woman was going to ruin me for all future fucks.

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  GENEVIEVE

  Trent moaned and thrust into my mouth. His salty flavor hit my taste buds, and I nearly swooned. I loved sucking his cock. Having him above me, out of his mind with passion for me, left me feeling dizzy, drunk with feminine power. The orgasm I’d already been gifted was a solid ten out of ten, and he’d promised two more. This was new territory for me. I’d never had multiples, even with my battery-operated boyfriend. Not that I used it much. Just when the tension was beyond what I could handle between work, kids, and the house.