Wicked Love

by Michelle Dare

  He stands there, his thumbs hooked in the pockets of the blue jeans he’s rocking and cocks a brow. “You seem surprised Princess?”

  I shake my head, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I just never knew you were so gifted,” I sputter like the idiot I am.

  His laugh is genuine, forgiving and quite honestly, delightful as he closes the distance between us.

  Call me weird, but I totally love a guy in blue jeans, a sweater and nothing on his feet but heavy socks. Right now Krew could grace the cover of Stud Monthly. Everything about him, head to toe, and back up again, is pure sexy without trying to be. And his art? Oh my God, his art has my panties damp. It’s so damn unique, so multi-faceted, just as he seems to be that I’m totally bowled over by it. By him.

  It’s as if he reads my mind because all of a sudden, his boyish grin fades, and in its place comes a look of warmth and purpose. His hand reaches out, and his fingers gently tilt my chin up so that I’m looking into those vivid moss green eyes of his. “I’m going to kiss you now, Carson,” he whispers softly. “And then I’m going to get some dry clothes for you, okay?”

  “Okay,” I reply, my eyes lost in his gaze. He lowers his lips to mine and my eyes close, but all of my other senses are keenly aware of our first kiss.

  16

  Cold and rainy night

  KREW

  The first time I laid eyes on Carson Matthews I knew what total fascination was like. It wasn’t just because she was beautiful – although clearly she was – it was more than just her beauty that aroused me, and I don’t mean a sexual arousal. Although God knows, that soon followed in the weeks ahead every time my hands were on her arms, holding her ankles, pressing back against her shoulders and back during her physical therapy sessions with me.

  For me it was about her mystique, her strength, and her endurance. She came from privilege, that was apparent, but she wasn’t spoiled in the least. Despite her foul-mouth bitching, she fought hard to get her physical strength back, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before she got her emotional strength back as well. She possessed a strong will and an endless supply of determination which were pivotal to her recovery in every way. And I was witness to it all, often times awestruck by her strength and spirit. And the truth was, once our sessions were over, I felt a little bit of emptiness in my life. No other patient, and there had been plenty of beautiful female ones by the way, had affected me the way Carson had, long after she went back to D.C. Her face would make a cameo in my dreams, her voice was forever etched in my memory, like a favorite song.

  But now I know that Carson Matthews is a force to be reckoned with, despite the fact her parents are inclined to treat her as if she’s a fragile porcelain doll. They don’t see her as I do, or maybe they simply have blinders on to feel justified in their over-protection of her.

  I didn’t have to think twice when the opportunity to have my own business near campus presented itself. It gave me a valid reason to put myself back into her world. I was very willing to reacquaint myself with her.

  She’s a beautiful enigma I ache to explore. I set out to earn her trust, and I have, but now I want more. She already has a piece of my heart, and if I’m not careful, there’s a very good chance she will fling it right back at me in angered rejection. Because Carson doesn’t know the full story.

  This is our first kiss, and part of me wants it to be the first of many. As our lips meet and my arms envelope her, our tongues mate, and her body melts into mine in a perfect fit. I revel in her softness, the scent of her damp hair is an aphrodisiac to my very soul. Our kiss is deep and lingering, and I want to take it further, but I know I shouldn’t.

  We finally part, and her face is flushed, her full delectable lips continue to tempt me, and her eyes tell the story as always. Carson is affected by me, but I know it’s only a fraction of my affectation by her. I want to fuck her, claim her, mark her as mine, but it’s complicated. I don’t need the complication. No matter how much I want to bury myself inside of her.

  “How about we have some wine and you can tell me all about what you learned today?” I suggest, trying to quell the heat between us. “Let me get you some dry clothes.”

  I go into my bedroom and pull some clean plaid flannel pajama pants, a sweatshirt and some socks. They’ll be big on her, but hopefully, they’ll hide her luscious curves so as to not further tempt me to cross the line I’m dangerously close to crossing.

  I return to the main area, and hand over the clean dry clothes to her. “You can change in my bedroom, and the bathroom is right off of it,” I tell her, nodding my head in the direction.

  She sighs, giving me a sweet smile and heads off while I go to the kitchen bar and pull a bottle of Far Niente 2018 Chardonnay out of the wine chiller. I uncork it and allow it to breathe while I pull out two wine glasses and place them along with the wine on a tray. I grab some sliced cheese and crackers and lay them out on a plate, just as Carson comes back out wearing my clothes.

  “Ta dah,” she says, twirling around, “What do you think? Do I do them justice?”

  “Lucky clothes,” I reply giving her a wink. “The important thing is you’re dry and warm.”

  She plops down on my leather sofa and grabs the remote, powering on the wall-mounted flat screen and finds a soft jazz music channel, adjusting the volume down. “I just can’t get over this place,” she says looking around. “Did you buy this building?”

  I chuckle, “Not hardly. My business doesn’t pay that well. I lease it. It works out nicely since I can live here as well.”

  “It certainly is an awesome loft,” she replies, “Cozy too,” she finishes nodding towards the electric fireplace with the faux crackling flames.

  “Hey don’t knock it,” I tease, “It produces heat as well.”

  Fuck! Everything I say sounds like a ‘come on.’

  I set the tray with the wine, cheese and crackers on the coffee table, and go back to the kitchen to grab some napkins. “Go ahead and pour, I’ll be with you in a second,” I call out.

  “I’ve never tasted this brand before. Daddy always has French Chardonnay selections,” she comments as she fills both glasses.

  “Ah, then you’re in for a treat, Princess. While I give the French their due for the fine red and white Bordeaux wines, Napa Valley has my vote for the best Chardonnay wines. A bit crisper and lively I found from this particular vineyard.”

  I take a seat next to her and watch as she takes her first sip, her full lips once again mesmerize me, and her next words float to my ears like a whispered song. “Mmm, I love a man who knows his wine. This is excellent, Krew.” I’d be a complete idiot not to catch the lilt in her voice, the mischievous glint in her eyes, and the flirtatious way she says my name.

  I lift my glass and raise it up for a toast, “To fine wine on a rainy night,” I say.

  She taps her glass to mine, “And to men knowing what a woman wants.”

  I nearly choke on the sip of wine I’ve just taken. The little vixen is coming on to me, probably because of the fucking mixed signals I’m putting out there, not intentionally, because the truth is I’m a conflicted mother fucker. And I know I don’t wear it well.

  “So, give me the news,” I retort, “You sounded so excited when you called.”

  She takes another sip of wine, and grabs a slice of cheese, and starts talking. By the time we finish off the bottle of wine, and start on another, Carson has confided to me in order of occurrence, details of her recollection dreams that started after her assault up and including today’s events. The fact she’s alleging one of her current professors and his wife are members of the sex trafficking ring, gives me grave cause for concern. I admit the coincidences could be just that: a coincidence, but I don’t want her personally digging around in this any longer.

  The problem is her damn stubbornness. I know all about that trait of hers firsthand. I both love it and hate it. I also know in this particular situation it must be handled delicately, bec
ause she’s definitely psyched up about what she’s learned. And quashing her determination will be no easy thing. But there is no way in hell I’m going to let her continue on this 'Nancy Drew' mission. It’s too dangerous and she’s likely only nipped the tip of the iceberg.

  If Armentrout is the brains behind all of it, Carson isn’t safe being on campus with him. Period. If he’s the one who personally assaulted her? Well, I can’t even think about what I’ll be tempted to do to him and the rest. I need to calm the fuck down right now. I have to present a calm and reasonable demeanor to Carson. I have to convince her now is the time to involve law enforcement.

  “Babe,” I say softly, my fingers playing with a lock of her shiny brown hair, “you know now is the time to go to the authorities on this, right? I mean, I’ll go with you to make a report.”

  She scoots closer to me, laying her head against my shoulder. “But Krew, I can’t prove anything. I still need to talk to Shelby, you know, like we talked about the other day? You said you’d take me there. She can confirm my suspicions. She’s a witness. We can get her to fill in the gaps if we play it right.”

  My fingers lift her chin so that I can look into her eyes and make her understand that she’s got to stop playing detective with this. She’s stubborn and determined, and I need to make sure she knows this is about protecting her; keeping her safe.

  “Carson,” I say huskily, gazing into her incredibly blue eyes, “I want you to promise me you won’t go to your classes tomorrow. I don’t want you near that Armentrout guy. Will you promise me?”

  She reaches for her glass of wine, eyeing me coyly. She’s definitely got a buzz going, so maybe getting her promise on this won’t be as difficult as it typically would be. She takes a long sip of her wine. And then sets the glass back on the table and looks over at me. “But if I miss all of my classes tomorrow and then again on Wednesday, I could fall behind.”

  “It’s only two days, Carson. Hell, I didn’t show up for a lot of my lectures when I was in school.”

  “Seriously, Krew? You know, I’m glad I didn’t know that little tidbit before I allowed you to turn me into a human pretzel during my physical therapy for Chrissake!”

  She gives me a wicked smile, and I have to chuckle. “Yeah, just so you know, it was only my elective classes I blew off, hell, everyone did.”

  “But that’s just it, these are my core classes. I hate missing two days in a row.”

  So now I get softly stern with her. “If I could get out of the appointments I have tomorrow, I would, but it’s just too last minute, babe. Don’t make me worry about you while I’ve got somebody in pain on my table, please?”

  She scoots up and over onto my lap, facing me with a wicked grin gracing that sexy mouth of hers. “I suppose you want me to stay here where I’ll be safe, am I right?” she says, her eyes locking with mine.

  “Maybe,” I reply, my hands now bracing her hips as I feel my dick harden. She feels it as well, rocking her hips back and forth slowly a couple of times, knowing she’s driving me crazy.

  “Carson,” I growl huskily.

  “Krew,” she replies sexily, her tongue flicking across her plump bottom lip, tempting me beyond reason. “You need to make it worth my while if you want to get your way,” she croons.

  She’s such a vixen.

  My hands move from her hips cupping her face and bringing her mouth to mine so I can fucking devour her. All caution is thrown to the wind because having her here is the most important thing to me right now.

  Our tongues mate in a primal ritual, as my hands glide downward, over her breasts that are covered by the thick material of that damn sweatshirt I gave her earlier. I grab the bottom of it as our lips part and she holds up her arms so I can properly relieve her of it.

  My hands cup her breasts, gently massaging and squeezing them as our mouths devour one another in a lusty and passionate kiss.

  I moan. She moans. I won’t lie, the heat between us is palpable, and it’s mounting closer to a fevered pitch with every tangle of our tongues, with every pinch of her nipple, my cock is begging to be freed from the confines of my jeans, which are now uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

  “Fucckk,” I growl, standing up still holding Carson. She wraps her legs around my hips and I carry her to my bedroom.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she murmurs against my neck.

  17

  About Last Night

  I roll over in bed and open my eyes, squinting as they adapt to the sunlight pouring in through the bedroom window. I look around and see that Krew’s up and gone.

  Did he go downstairs to work? I thought maybe he’d bring me some breakfast in bed. After all, we’d burned a lot of calories last night.

  Several times.

  I pull the sheet up under my chin and feel my cheeks warm thinking back about it. We’d had some great wine, and that’s all it took to loosen me up and come to the party. No reservations needed.

  Not that I’m all that experienced, but the first time with a guy is break-in sex. For me, it is something you just need to get out of the way, because your body-parts are strangers to one another.

  And yes, I know how weird that sounds, but it’s true!

  But it wasn’t like that at all with Krew. It was like we were a perfect fit. Zero awkwardness, no holding back, and I love a guy that tells me exactly what he’s going to do before he does it. Not asking permission mind you, but preparing you for what lies next. And what came next was exquisite in every sense of the word: his touch, his scent, his words, his body. It was like a melody and harmony making the perfect refrain.

  I close my eyes and relive those moments of our first time the night before. Krew worried about my safety. It warmed my heart – and my heat as well.

  I felt his burgeoning hard-on as I shimmied around on his lap, purposely wanting to bring his cock to attention. I generally wasn’t forward, but Krew was different than any other guy I’d known before. And I wanted him. I wanted it to happen.

  He lifted me up into his strong arms and carried me to his room. I felt like I was floating. I knew he was going to give me what I wanted as soon as I felt him lower me onto his bed, and gazing down at me, clothed only in the pj bottoms he’d given me and socks. But as non-sexy as my garb was, Krew’s eyes blazed with unbridled lust as if he saw through the material, and knew just how wet and ready I was for him.

  I watched unabashedly from the bed as he pulled his sweater up and over his head, undid his jeans hastily, letting them pool at his feet. My eyes widened at his rigid cock peeking out from the fly of his boxers. He was quick to discard those as well, and his hand gripped his cock, watching me watch him.

  “Do you like what you see, Princess?” he asked huskily, continuing to jack it as he lowered his weight down onto the bed, just inches from me.

  “I do,” I replied softly, flicking my tongue over my bottom lip. His head lowered and his warm lips met mine gently, his tongue tracing the outside, wanting entrance. I parted my lips to allow it, and once again our tongues explored one another, and my arms wrapped around his strong neck, pulling him even closer to me.

  I felt his thumbs hook into each side of the waistband of the pajama bottoms I was wearing, lowering them down to my ankles and pulling them over my feet. My socks and panties had gone with them, and then the sharp intake of my breath sounded as his fingers explored the soft folds of my pussy.

  “I’m going to feast on your pussy now, Carson,” he said huskily, “I want to taste you with my mouth and tongue.”

  I tingled in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to have him suckle all of my juices, which were dripping because of his magical fingers.

  “Umm . . . yes,” I moaned softly, as he moved down my body, kissing a trail southward. His lips were now where his fingers had been, kissing the soft skin, his tongue tracing every fold, his warm breath caressed my skin. I moved my hands to where his head was, fisting them into his thick, dark hair as his tongue continued the
sweet assault at my core, bringing waves and waves of pleasure pulsing through me.

  I pressed myself up against him, wanting more. He gave me more. His fingers pressed up inside of me, while his tongue circled my clit tenderly and thoroughly. I heard a moan escape from my lips, and my hips rocked against him sensually, my legs spreading myself totally open to anything he wanted.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth,” he said, as his hands grabbed my ankles, lifting them up to rest on each of his shoulders. He then cupped my ass with his hands, raising me up, so that my drenched pussy was just a whisper away from his mouth. He devoured me orally as if he hungered for something that only I could provide.

  He murmured things to me about how sweet I tasted, how much he wanted to taste all of me. And he did; there was not one nook or cranny his magic tongue didn’t explore thoroughly. I was drenched, but needing more.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I groan.

  “Are you sure, Princess?”

  “Yes. I need it now.”

  “If I fuck you, will you stay here with me tomorrow?” he asked, his mouth now so close to mine, I could almost taste my juices.

  “Yes,” I cried out, aching for him to possess me with his cock.

  “Promise me?” he persisted. “I want you to say it out loud.”

  “I promise you, Krew. I will stay here tomorrow, now dammit, fuck me,” I growled.

  “It will be my pleasure, Princess,” he said, chuckling. My feet were still pressed into his shoulders as he reached over, opening the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet.

  I watched as he quickly rolled the condom onto his engorged dick, and once he finished, I lowered my legs from his shoulders. His hands pushed my thighs apart and his weight hovered over me. His lips found mine and he kissed me hungrily and passionately again. His fingertips plied my folds, making sure I was still wet for him. I was.