by Brenna Lyons
She wound her fingers in his hair. “Mmmm... What are you doing?”
“It’s called foreplay,” he teased. “It’s what most people do in cars and beds before they advance to sex.”
“Oh, yeah. I should be doing some of that. Shouldn’t I?”
“What did you have in mind?” Gods, the discussion was driving him crazy. Whatever she requested of him, he’d give her.
“Tasting you.”
That simply, his cock was weeping pre-come again. “Fuck this.” He dragged off his shirts, then his boots, socks, and pants.
“Finally,” she breathed, panning wide eyes down his body. “Common sense.”
Kyle knelt up beside her. “You want to taste it?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Don’t move.”
Crystal held very still, her eyes widening further as he painted her lips. Her nostrils flared, and she drew in his scent. He locked down on his control, narrowly avoiding the vision of her in his mind.
Kyle pulled back slightly, staring at a milk-white drop on her lower lip. “Taste it,” he rasped.
She licked her lips, purring, her eyes promising delights he hadn’t even dared dream of. Without conscious plan, Kyle brought his cock back to her lips, then teased it between. He shuddered at the silken tip of her tongue on the head. She let him play inside her as if he’d ordered her to be still again. It was too much.
“Suck it, then name what you want.”
Crystal lunged up, turning and burying her mouth in his lap. He cried out harshly, stamping down on his self-control as she bobbed up and down on his length.
“Do you want it this way, Crystal?” He sought out her clit with his fingertips, gasping as she spread her legs for him and groaned around his length. “Or do you want me inside you? We can come back to this later. What I plan to do—”
She released him, turning to her back to open fully to him. “Tell me about your plan.”
His face heated.
“Tell me.”
Kyle prayed that she wouldn’t think he was completely demented. “You like having my come on you,” he stated.
She nodded frantically at that.
“You like having it massaged into your body.” He stroked her seam, spreading the mixture of their fluids over her again.
Crystal bowed up to his fingers. “You know I do. When you came on me, it felt so good.”
“I’m going to do it again...and again...and again.” He punctuated each ‘again’ with a stroke of his fingers.
She nodded, writhing against his hand.
Moment of truth. Either you’re as turned on by this idea as I am or not. “I’m going to spray come on your pretty breasts and stomach, your thighs, your backside and your lips. I’m going to massage it into you, until you’re covered in it. Then I’m going to take you to the shower and wash my seed off while I plant a second load deep inside you.”
“S-second? I still need the first, Kyle.” She screamed, trembling, her thighs clamping tight on his fingers, the pulse beat of her climax resonating in the pads of his fingers.
Kyle dragged her legs apart, numbly noting that her jeans were still around her ankles. He knelt between her calves, then laid out over her, piercing her body in one long slide.
Crystal screamed again but in pleasure rather than the pain he’d expected. Her contracting muscles welcomed him in. He didn’t pause; it hardly seemed possible to. Rather, he pounded hard and fast, as she’d requested.
Her climax quickened. Her nails bit into his back, and she shouted out his name, over and over.
It was over all too quickly, Kyle buried to the hilt in her, his body releasing in sweet waves played harmony to her continuing climax. Crystal held to him, her bent knees cradling his thighs while her bound ankles were trapped beneath his legs. The things he wanted to do to her...
“Oh, gods. I am depraved,” he whispered.
She laughed. “What is it, now?”
“Your father is going to kill me if he ever finds out the things I plan to do to you.”
“We have permission to do anything I agree to.” She shifted her legs, caressing her knees back and forth. “You can keep making promises.”
“I want to tie you to the bed while I anoint you with my come.” He blurted it out, seemingly without a care to what she might think of him.
Crystal seemed to consider that carefully.
Maybe that was too far for her. “If you—”
“On one condition.”
“And that is?” Did he care? If she’d give him that, Kyle would promise her almost anything.
“When we set out to conceive your son...”
Aftershocks wracked him. She moaned and moved against him, a sure sign that he’d released more come into her at that statement of fact.
Gods, he was far gone. If just the thought of her allowing that... “Tell me about it, Crystal,” he begged.
“How many times do you think you can release on me like you did in the truck before you have to be inside me?”
He tipped her chin up, capturing her lips in a near-brutal kiss. “A lot. Ani and Tes help me. And every one will carry the chance without the soreness of a sexual marathon for you.”
Crystal bit lightly at his earlobe. “You’re getting hard again, just thinking about your son,” she whispered. “You are far gone.”
Kyle sought her lips, sampling them in nips and feathering touches. “Very. I was serious. If I’d have kissed you this morning, the rest of the day would have passed with me inside you.”
“Good. Then you should tie me down.”
Her lips still fascinated him. They were warm, soft and tasted faintly of sex. “I agree. I should.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t agree with me about anything.”
He met her eyes, mired in confusion. “Why not?”
Crystal smiled a little too sweetly. “We were ordered not to come back until we agree on something.”
“You really think that will work?”
“Do you really care?”
“Not at all,” he admitted.
* * * *
November 8, 2072
Daniel strolled into the kitchen at the manor, smiling faintly as Nick chuckled. “Shut up. Will you?” he grumbled.
“She’s your daughter, but I remind you that you’re the one who ordered them not to return until they’d come to an agreement. I didn’t do that. I just backed you on it.”
“How hard can it be to reach an agreement? They agree to sleep together and consider printing. Done.”
“I guess that depends on how hard they are trying to agree. Doesn’t it?”
Daniel stared at him, incredulous. “You don’t honestly think she’s still refusing him.” He pushed that thought away. If he thought for a moment that Kyle was busy breaking sanctions by convincing her, he’d track him down and gut his cousin personally.
Nick erupted in gales of laughter. “It’s a damned safe bet that she hasn’t refused him. In fact...” He slid a look at his youngest son, Warren. “It’s a safe bet that her refusal didn’t last an hour after her protestations in my office.”
Warren darkened, staring into his cup a little too intently.
Daniel felt his muscles tensing. “Something I should know?” he challenged.
Warren didn’t answer.
Nick laughed harder. “Warren got a bit of a surprise when Kyle and Crystal left here.”
“In the garage?” Daniel barked, locking on the truth that Warren was in charge of routine maintenance on the vehicles and would likely have been working down there. “Has he no respect for her, at all?”
Warren rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “They weren’t having sex,” he supplied hastily. “They were just...um...”
Nick snickered. “All over each other will do. Still clothed but obviously well on their way to working things out.”
“Yeah. That will do, all right.”
Da
niel pulled out a chair and settled in. “Any reason you decided not to share this?”
“Any reason I should have?” Warren countered acidly. “None of my business, if you gave your permission.”
Nick sighed. “Warren did come to me.”
Daniel pounced on that. “To you and not to me? I would have been Kyle’s judge.”
“Would you tell another Warrior that your cousin was sleeping with his daughter without back-up?”
He started to deny that he’d lose control, then thought better of it. “I see your point. If I hadn’t known about Kyle, it wouldn’t have been pretty.” Daniel fingered the cell phone in his jacket pocket, dreading the coming call. “Did Kyle take his cell with him, by the way?”
Nick snorted. “Hell, no. He wasn’t wearing his jacket when they lit out of here. Probably didn’t want to have Crystal take off on him while he grabbed it... Or, he wasn’t thinking straight.”
Daniel winced.
Nick mirrored it. “Problem?”
“Crystal left hers on the car charger.”
“And?” His expression announced that he’d finally scented circling danger.
“Oh, just that Tim Armen is looking for Crystal.”
Nick groaned in understanding. “And, for the first time in twenty-two years, you can’t account for her.”
“Yes. So, if you have any idea how to narrow my search, I’d love to hear it.”
“Checked Crystal’s cards?”
“Of course. Not a thing.”
“Warren, check Kyle’s,” he ordered.
The younger Warrior pushed to his feet and grabbed his coffee cup. “Will do.”
It was a tense ten minutes of waiting. Nick offered coffee and food that Daniel refused. Attempts at small talk failed or turned into tentative plans to hook the electronic locks at the cabins in to a system that would show them entries, like the Mahers had instituted half a century earlier.
By the time Warren cleared his throat, Daniel’s nerves were frayed.
“Found something?” Nick asked.
“Uh...you could say that,” his son replied carefully.
Daniel snatched the sheet of paper from Warren’s hand.
“You don’t want to—” Warren groaned, shooting his father a pained look.
Daniel read the last two entries twice, his jaw tightening. “A lingerie store and a sex shop. Right.” What else had he expected? Well, a hotel would have been more acceptable than a sex shop. “You looked up the addresses for these?”
Warren shook his head. “I know them well enough.”
“Not germane to the discussion.”
He darkened considerably.
“Well?” Daniel prompted him.
“About fifteen miles from cabin three,” he reported.
“Then let’s move.”
A new voice made his heart stutter. “Not without me, you won’t.”
Daniel winced, turning to face Tim Armen. “You said you’d call.”
“You said everything was under control,” he countered.
“It is.” More or less.
“A lingerie store and a sex shop? And, she’s hiding out in a Hunter cabin? You’re not making good on the confidence I placed in you, Daniel.”
“She’s not hiding out. Crystal had permission to pursue a relationship. She just got a little carried away and left her cell phone behind.”
Tim’s eyebrows rose. “So, you’ve checked this man out? He’s clean?”
Warren coughed harshly. “As clean as they come,” he muttered. He paled under Armen’s scrutiny.
Tim plucked the printout from Daniel’s fingers. “As clean as they come?” he challenged. “With charges for—” His eyes widened, and he stared at the top of the sheet.
Daniel adjusted his weapons belt. “As clean as a Warrior comes,” he affirmed.
“A Hunter?” Tim choked.
“Better than an Armen. Crystal isn’t related to her Hunter cousins by blood. She knows it. Kyle knows it. We all know it. Try as Kyle did not to print, when it’s the right woman, there’s no stopping it.”
Tim nodded solemnly. “He’s serious about this?”
“If he wasn’t, I never would have given my blessing to it. The only reason I decided to track her was—”
“To put me at ease,” he finished.
Daniel sighed. “Do you still insist on this?”
“I...well...”
“You do?” Damn, he’d been hoping that Tim would back down, given the circumstances.
“Just to put Deb at ease.”
Nick snorted.
Tim offered a sheepish look. “And me.”
Daniel nodded. “Okay. We’ll do it.” In truth, it would put Daniel at ease, as well, though he wasn’t about to admit that aloud.
* * * *
Crystal heard his voice through a haze of pleasure, licking her lip before she attempted to answer. “Oh, gods. How can you ask that?”
Kyle chuckled. “I knew you’d like it.”
Like it? She moaned as his cock slid deeper, the band at the base lodging between her labia, the nubs massaging inside her. Her nails raked at his shoulders, drawing a startled gasp from him.
“Come again,” he whispered, retreating.
Gods, the man loved making her come, but this torture was beyond any he’d devised for her yet. The Body Candy massaged into both of their bodies provided a tantalizing slick that brought every inch of flesh to screaming awareness. As if every touch weren’t orgasmic enough, the sex wrap and cock ring combination strapped onto him had sent her over again and again while he was still going strong.
The silken skin of the head returned, followed by the heavy textured latex and the thick nub-covered band that was such a slice of the Christian heaven to her.
“Again,” he pleaded.
The sex toys he’d introduced her to were pure decadence, and Kyle had decreed several times that they’d have to live at the manor house, so her father wouldn’t find out how depraved he was and kill him for it. Though she’d never really cared for the manor, the idea of moving into Kyle’s rooms was strangely appealing to her.
The need to make him lose control was fierce. Crystal considered her best course of action carefully, biting her lip.
It wasn’t a snap decision. She’d known what she wanted when she’d asked her father’s permission. They hadn’t pussyfooted around the subject in their time together. They’d already discussed their future sons several times; how much more direct could they get?
But, what if Kyle wasn’t ready? What if he hadn’t reached Endspiel yet? He’d said he was far gone, not that he was at the edges of terminal madness for her.
If he isn’t ready, he’ll just say so. I can’t demand he become ready for something so momentous at the snap of a finger. Crystal resolved to not take rejection personally. Endspiel came to a Warrior when it came to him. No sooner and no later.
Kyle traced the indent of her lip with the tip of his tongue, making her shiver. “You’re thinking hard when you should be feeling,” he chided. “What’s on your mind?”
There was no time like the present. “You want me to come,” she stated.
His eyes went hot in promise. “You know I do.”
“I want you to seal.”
He faltered, his cock pulsing inside her, a strangled groan escaping his lips. Kyle squeezed his eyes closed, grumbling a curse, his muscles tensing.
Crystal steeled her expression. He couldn’t do it. Not yet. How long would it be? A day? A week? A month or more? She had to let him find the time on his own. “I’m sorry,” she managed. It hadn’t been fair to put him on the spot that way.
“You shouldn’t do that to a Warrior,” he gasped, his pace increasing.
“I asked too much, too soon,” she agreed.
His eyes opened, and he stared at her in stunned fascination. “You’re sure?”
“I don’t—”
“If I allow this, it can’t be undone, you know. It would be i
rresponsible of me to take you at your word, if you were speaking out of passion, if you were lost in the moment.”
Her heart ached. “Like my...my mother’s first mate?” Her birth father hadn’t been a stable Warrior, and he’d broken a lot of laws to win his bride and child.
The expression on his face was tender, completely at odds with his lovemaking. “I would never do that to you, Crystal. Never.”
He confused her. “Then you want to?” she asked. “You want to seal?”
Again he cursed, cupping her buttocks to force her closer to him. Kyle panted, his jaw so tight there was a white line where his bones met. He relaxed slowly. “I don’t know how many times I can hear you ask it and not do it,” he warned. “Gods, please be sure.”
Crystal smiled, moving against him, a wicked plan taking shape. “If you don’t seal, we won’t ever get on with making your son a reality, Kyle.”
His cock pulsed, and he thrust harder into her, his breathing ragged. Even with the cock ring in place, she was going to force him over.
She cradled his thighs with her knees, as he liked. “When will I be fertile?” she inquired, playing coy.
His voice was rough, deep, gravelly. “Two weeks. Cusp in about eleven days or so.” He swallowed hard. “You already want—”
“I wanted it in the truck. I wanted it in the garage.” She nipped at his jawline. “I wanted it in the hallway.”
He cried out harshly.
“It’s so close, Kyle. I’m asking you to take me as your mate. Seal to me. Promise me forever...then give me your son.”
Kyle’s seed coursed into her, and she arched up, whispering her encouragement. He roared, his climax increasing, the waves of come filling her and running over. His lips captured hers, parting them, claiming her.
His eyes opened, and he froze, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. “Oh, shit.”
Crystal stroked his cheek with her folded hand, laughing in joy. “You didn’t take advantage of me,” she assured him.
“It’s not that.”
* * * *
