The Heathen: Preacher Brothers, 2

by Snow, Jenika

  “Fuck,” he growled and pushed his hips forward, grinding his shaft against me. A gasp left me, and a shot of pleasure filled every single inch of my body.

  He pulled back, and a flash of disappointment filled me that he might be stopping this.

  “Cullen. Don’t stop.” I heard the breathy quality in my voice. “I’ve never felt this way, never needed this so strongly before. God, Cullen.” I slid my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, the muscles under my palms flexing. God, he was tight and hard. I looked into his face and saw how his jaw was clenched tightly. And then I felt his cock jerk against me. I bit my lip to hold off from moaning in pleasure, in need.

  “Oh, I won’t fucking stop this, Kimber.” He sounded like some kind of crazed animal.

  I’d never been with a man, too focused on my work, too focused on healing myself and getting away from my past to let myself be immersed in men, in advances. In sex.

  I’d never felt desire, the need to take anyone to my bed.

  Until now. Until Cullen.

  He was dark and dangerous, mysterious, and had a broken part of himself just like me.

  “I’m so wrong for you,” he whispered, as if to himself, and closed his eyes, as though he was trying to talk himself out of being with me.

  “Maybe I’m so wrong for you,” I whispered in response.

  He opened his eyes and slowly shook his head as he stared into my eyes. “I’ve waited for you for so long,” he said in this hard, almost inaudible voice. “So. Long.” He cupped my cheek and stroked the skin with his thumb. I felt the callouses on the digit, felt shivers of desire move through me even more.

  I knew this was the beginning of everything.

  Of everything.

  But whether that was good or bad would come to light at the end, I was sure of that.

  Before I knew what was happening, Cullen had me in his arms and had us in my bedroom. He set me on the bed and took a step back, and all I could do was watch him, stare up at this larger-than-life man who consumed my entire world.

  “The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous, Kimber.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along my body, and I couldn’t help but shiver.

  God, his voice did crazy-good things to me.

  “What way?” I whispered, honestly unsure what he meant. I curled my fingers into the comforter, wanting to touch him, wanting to pull him closer and feel his body on mine once more.

  I was definitely playing with fire where he was concerned, but the truth was I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to get burned by Cullen.

  He took a step closer, his head slightly downcast, his eyes heavy-lidded as he stared right at me. “You’re looking at me like you want me to devour every inch of you.”

  God. I did.

  I do.

  He took another step closer. “You’re looking at me like you want me to claim you until neither one of us can walk straight tomorrow.”

  Oh. God.

  Yes.

  “Take off the shirt and bra, Kimber. Do it for me now.”

  My heart pounded so hard I felt like it would tear right through my chest. I did as he commanded, never taking my gaze from him.

  And then I was completely nude, bared in all sense of the word for Cullen.

  He lowered his gaze to my lips. I couldn’t stop myself from licking them under the weight of his stare. They tingled, warmed for another taste of him.

  He was so ruggedly handsome, so masculine and raw, that I wasn’t going to deny myself this chance to finally feel something for myself, to be selfish and just let go. I deserved it. God, I deserved this.

  He lifted his eyes back to mine, and I saw the tightness of his expression. I knew he was fighting himself with this, maybe trying to talk himself out of it. I knew I had at some point too. It was natural when this sudden, intense situation was upon someone.

  But then I saw the war we faced with each other leave his expression, like this visual weight moving away from him. He made this gruff sound and was on the bed a second later, pushing my thighs open farther so he could settle between them.

  He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger and tipped my head back, so we were forced to stare at each other. “Once we do this, there’s no going back, Kimber,” he said so softly I almost didn’t hear him. “I won’t be able to stop myself from having you.”

  “I don’t want you to stop.” I didn’t try to speak louder. I whispered those words, knowing he’d hear them clear as day, as if I shouted them.

  “Christ,” he growled out and then slammed his mouth on mine.

  Kissing Cullen was like falling over the edge of a ravine and not caring if I ever hit the bottom. It was this weightless feeling, this sensation of being underwater but able to breathe.

  We kissed for seemingly hours, and it felt incredible. I was soaked, so slicked I felt the bedspread beneath me dampen. But he pulled back far too soon, and I sucked in a gasp of air. My mouth tingled, felt swollen, and the spicy flavor of Cullen, the power he wielded, the fact that I knew he was a “bad guy” filled me with so much arousal I was gasping from it. I was drowning in it.

  “I’m ready, Cullen. I’m so ready.” I was becoming frenzied, my flesh heating, my mind and body submitting to his will.

  Cullen groaned and leaned in, his mouth once again so close to mine that I knew when he started speaking I’d be able to feel the brush of his lips against me.

  Nothing else mattered except right now. Nothing else mattered but me and Cullen finally being together.

  He cupped each side of my face, resting his elbows beside my head, his focus so clear, so intense. “Mine, Kimber.” His breath brushed along my lips, and a small sound left me involuntarily. Here and now, I felt helpless with this very dominant man, with the one person who made me feel… more.

  I wanted to feel him slide his massive erection deep inside me. God, he felt huge, that thick length nestled between my legs, his denim not hiding how big he was. I ached to feel the stretch and burn of Cullen claiming my virginity.

  “I want you,” I said on a breath, those words spilling from me on their own. “I want you, Cullen, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I’ve wanted this.” I knew I hadn’t. I’d never felt this, been in this situation. I’d never even dreamed of this. We stared at each other, and he finally let out this deep sound that seemed to come from his chest. “I just want you to be with me.”

  He didn’t speak for long seconds, but finally, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips, deeply, soundly, passionately. When he pulled back, there was this dark look of possession and arousal on his face. Without saying anything, and just holding his gaze with mine, he slid his hand over my thigh, along my hip, and up my side to rest right by my breast.

  God, could he feel how hard my heart was beating right now?

  It was beating for him.

  And then he slid his hand over my breast, his palm gently moving along my turgid nipple, a gasp being pulled from me at the sensations. Then, ever so slowly, but with pressure that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm, he moved downward until he had his hand right between my thighs and covering my pussy.

  A startled, pleasure-filled cry left me at the sensation of his big, warm, calloused hand touching the most intimate part of me, a place no other man had touched before.

  I couldn’t help but close my eyes at the feelings he invoked within me.

  Curling my hands around his wide, muscular shoulders, I dug my nails into his tattooed flesh, pulling him closer, wanting to crawl inside him until we were one.

  Because one thing was definite.

  There really was no going back, and thank God for that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cullen

  I couldn’t help the sound that left me at the feel of her pussy against my palm. She was so warm, so wet… so primed for me. I had my mouth back by her neck and groaned deeply against her soft, sweet flesh. Fuck, Kimber tasted so damn good, I could have come fr
om her flavor alone.

  Don’t fuck this up.

  I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, over and over again, knowing I could have done this all night long like some kind of feral lion memorizing the taste of his mate. I still had my jeans on, but I wanted the fuckers off. I wanted to feel her against my bare skin, to feel how wet her pussy was on my cock.

  This harsh sound left me as I slid my hand down and cupped her breast. I kissed her at the same time I molded my palm along her flesh, her nipple rock-hard. My cock jerked against the zipper of my jeans, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this foreplay up or I’d be liable to shoot my load in my pants, so I finally took them off. And some instinct in me demanded I fill her up, make her take every last drop of my seed.

  I wanted her, and I was going to fucking have her—damn the consequences.

  I rocked against her and closed my eyes, clenching my jaw at the same time. “You have no idea how hard I am right now for you, baby.” She might be able to feel me, but she’d never know how painful this was, how desperate I was to feel her against me, around me, coming for me.

  I started kissing her harder, running my tongue along her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth. I pulled back and looked at her face. Kimber wore a drugged-like expression, and I felt this intense, fiendish side of me rise up at the knowledge I put that on her face.

  I knew I was going fast, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to talk anymore. All I wanted was to thrust deep between her thighs.

  I took her mouth again, fucked her between her lips with my tongue, and groaned deeply. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Kimber.” I gasped out those words in a desperate tempo. Kissing her harder, I didn’t give her time to even think, to even act or move. I was in control, and I’d be the one to make her feel good, to take her over the edge.

  I tried to remember this was our first time together… our first time in general. I should go slow, but I couldn’t. I knew that. I’d been waiting my entire life for her, for this moment, and I hadn’t even realized it.

  Pulling back ever-so-slightly, I leaned down so I could latch onto one of her nipples. I moved my tongue around her areola before sucking the taut peak in my mouth. I felt her tremble beneath me and took her flesh harder, more fiercely in my mouth.

  I alternated to the other breast, sucking, licking, nipping at her until both her nipples were wet, hard, and red. Her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop me from escalating this.

  I was too far gone.

  I placed my mouth right on hers but didn’t apply any pressure. “By the end of tonight, you’ll know you’re mine. Forever.” We both panted furiously. “And when I slide my dick into your pussy, when I claim you for the first time, and you claim me too, that’ll be the start of it all.”

  “Cullen,” she moaned my name softly. She leaned forward again until our mouths were fused together once more. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip. The knowledge she was ready for me made me crazed with need.

  Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I inhaled deeply, wanting her scent in my lungs forever. With my hand between her thighs again, I clenched my jaw at how hot and wet her pussy was.

  I pulled back and stared at her face, saw her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly opened as she breathed in and out heavily. I had her right in the zone with me, right where I needed her to be.

  “You’re mine. This is mine, Kimber.” I added pressure between her thighs, and she gasped.

  “If you knew the things I’d do for you.” I ran my tongue over her collarbone, lapping up the small droplets of sweet sweat that lined her skin. “I’d kill for you.” She opened her eyes for me, and I saw how dilated her pupils were.

  Her eyes widened slightly at my admission.

  “It’s the truth, and I can’t lie to you. I won’t lie. Ever.” I leaned in and kissed her until she was clenching her hands on my biceps. “I want to be inside you so badly right now,” I said against her mouth.

  “Tell me more,” she begged.

  God, I’d give her everything. “I want to slide my cock deep into your body, feel you clench around me, Kimber.”

  “God, I want that too.” She licked her lips and lifted her hips, causing my hand to press harder against her. Fuck, she was so damn wet.

  “When I’m done with you, there won’t be a doubt in either of our minds who you belong to.”

  I took her mouth brutally, our lips pressing so hard together I had no doubt the circulation was cut off as our teeth clashed together. I removed my hand and pressed my cock against her pussy, rotating my hips so I could slide my shaft along her clit.

  She writhed under me, for me, and held onto my biceps with an unyielding force. I loved the pain her nails in my skin caused.

  Pulling back so I could look down at her, all I could think was that she was mine.

  I leaned down and ran my tongue along her lips. A moan left her, and before I could suck in another lungful of air, I was moving down her body until my face was at the junction between her thighs. I had to taste her again, eat her out until she came all over my face.

  She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Kimber had these womanly curves, ones I could grip onto, hold as I claimed her, fucked her. The sweet yet musky scent of her arousal filled my head and made me feel drunk. I couldn’t help but groan low like I was some fucking animal.

  “I’m so ready for you, Cullen. God. So ready.”

  I loved hearing her say my name, and it was all the fucking sweeter when she was saying it while begging me to take her.

  She had her hands in my hair a second later and tugged at the strands forcefully. I hissed out from the force and welcomed more.

  I had my hands on her legs and slid them inward so I could grip her inner thighs. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I said to myself, but realized I’d said those words out loud. “No one has ever made me feel this unhinged.” I stared into her eyes, ones that were drowsy. “You’ll never know how far I can sink where you’re concerned.” I didn’t even know if she knew what I meant, how when it came to her I could just let myself go, just fall to the bottom and not care. Did she realize that she was the end-all?

  The beginning?

  I moved my hand from her inner thigh and gripped my cock, rubbing my palm up and down the thick, stiff length.

  “More,” she whispered, and that plea went through my entire body.

  A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back anything.

  Every part of me was on fire.

  I leaned back on my knees and stared between her thighs. She had her feet flat on mattress, and I ran a hand over my mouth as I watched her pussy lips part, exposing how pink she was for me.

  “Christ.”

  For a moment, all I did was stare at her, at the pussy that was mine and no one else’s.

  “Say you’re mine,” I ordered, my focus still between her legs. God, I remembered how she tasted, still had that flavor on my tongue, ingrained in my brain.

  “I’m yours.” The way she said that without any hesitance was almost my undoing.

  Ever-so-slowly, I slid my gaze from her pussy to her face and held her gaze with mine. There would be no other for me, and the same went for her. I’d make sure of that.

  This wasn’t just about fucking. This was about giving myself to Kimber, the only woman I’d ever do this with. The only woman who would own me just as I owned her.

  What I knew without a doubt was that at the end of this, Kimber would have absolutely no doubt in her mind that two broken souls could come together and be whole. They could be healed and one.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kimber

  God, Cullen was over me and looked like he was about to snap.

  And I didn’t know why, but that turned me on so much.

  My throat was tight, my mouth dry. I wanted this, needed it more than I’d ever needed anything else in my life.

  And a
s I shamelessly stared at his body, at every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles showing in startling clarity, my heart jackknifed in my chest. Cullen was so big and strong, making me feel small and feminine. He was tall and hard all over… the epitome of what a healthy, strong man should be.

  And he wanted me. He wanted me to be his.

  Giving in to Cullen was easy, because being with him was what I’d always wanted in my life. Surrendering, submitting to him, was what I’d dreamed of. I just didn’t know it until he came into my life.

  There was so much outer but also inner strength I felt coming from Cullen that it made me breathless.

  “I want to make this good for you, Kimber, so fucking good you only see me from now on when you close your eyes, when you picture doing these things.”

  My breath caught.

  “Just be with me,” I whispered and rose up on my elbows to place my lips on his.

  He made this low, almost dangerous sound, but I wasn’t afraid.

  The only thing that frightened me was what he sported between his legs. His cock was big and thick. Although I’d seen plenty of nude men working the ER, cutting off clothing to save lives, and then there were the movies I’d seen where dicks were flying around like it was no one’s business, never had I seen one as impressive as Cullen’s.

  The thought passed through my mind that he was thick and long enough I honestly didn’t know if he would fit comfortably inside me. But I didn’t care, because I’d greedily take every last inch Cullen gave me.

  He made another deep growl from within his chest. “Kimber, baby, the way you’re looking at me is making me lose all my self-control.”

  His eyes were half-lidded, his head lowered. He looked feral, and in such a good way.

  I nodded and looked down to watch him grab his monstrous dick.

  “I’m a bastard, Kimber. I’m not a good man. You want a motherfucker being inside you?”

  “I know what I’m getting involved in. And I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.” I lifted my hand and cupped his scruff-covered jaw. “Let’s just focus on us, on the here and now. We can worry about everything else when the sun comes up.”