by Lita Stone
“What . . . what are you doing?”
“Please, Cam. I need this and I think you do too.”
When she withdrew her hand, a curse lingered on his tongue. He wanted her but not like this. The head on his shoulders refused to take advantage of her vulnerable emotional state. If only his other head would stick to the plan. Blood rushed to his cock and he bit back a curse.
She crawled down his body and knelt between his legs. Cam dug his heels in and lifted his body. She slid his pants to his knees, tucked her fingers in the slit of his boxers and gripped the base of his shaft.
Cam laid back and groaned, his fingers clenching the plastic beneath him. Maggie leaned over him, her long hair sweeping across his thighs and cock. Flicking her hair to one side, she ran her tongue along the inside of his thigh.
With her hands spread on his inner thighs, she slid him into her mouth, inching her splayed fingers higher until they grazed his sack.
Cam scrunched his fingers in her hair and rocked his hips, gliding himself between her lips of silk. When his cock grazed the back of her throat, a flash of heat swept through him, his skin ablaze, his eyes damp with tears.
“Maggie,” he growled, his hand palming the back of her head, his fingers knotted through her hair.
He jerked to a sitting position, pulled her up his body and laid her flat. Sprawling beside her, he braced his weight on his forearm.
He hadn’t been with a woman in a long time and if he was doing this, he would do it right. “There’s no half way with me. Are you sure you want this?”
Biting her bottom lip, she nodded.
He gazed into her green eyes, searching for understanding and found none. She had no clue what a disaster a relationship with him would be.
“Use your words,” he growled. “Say you want me because you have to know that I’m not easy to—”
“I want you.”
He unfastened the button of her white shorts and pulled down the zipper. With his palm on her flat stomach, he said, “Life with me won’t be easy.” He turned his focus from her green panties and fixed his gaze on her face, ensuring she read the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m fucked in the head.”
Maggie placed a finger over his lips. “I never thought I’d ever say this but shut up.”
He kicked his sweatpants off and yanked his T-shirt over his head. She sat up and slid her shorts and panties down her legs and reached for her backpack, but he grabbed her wrist and laid her flat. Cam positioned himself over her, his forearms braced on either side of her head, his cock nudged against her core.
“Don’t you want a condom?” she asked.
His body grew rigid, as if she had slapped him. “You’re not on the pill?”
Maggie’s brows knitted. “I can’t have children. That’s why I’m not on the pill.”
Cam slid a hand under her head, laced his fingers through her hair and captured her mouth in a savage and hungry kiss.
Would he really let her into his life, into his heart? Panic convulsed through him, spurring the acid in his stomach to eat at his insides. Doubt clouded his mind and judgment until she slid her fingers through his hair and moaned. His lust surged past the point of rational thought. Maybe if there was a drop of blood in his brain, instead of all pooled between his legs, he could do right by her and leave her alone, let her find a man that didn’t struggle with his own sanity.
“Please, baby,” she moaned. “I need this. I need you.”
Nothing and nobody could stop him from being inside her. Cam traced a finger down the bridge of her nose. “No condom.”
Her beautiful face crinkled in confusion. “Why?”
“Because I’m the last man you will ever be with.”
“Cam . . . I don’t think—.”
He slid his hands under her tank top and cupped the silk covering her breasts.
She said, “Just rip it!”
Cam tore her top into two. He did the same with her green bra. The front clasp snapped and soared across their small enclosure. He drank up her beauty, his eyes locked on her breasts. With his body on hers, he pushed his cock against her sex. But she moaned, and not in ecstasy, but in pain.
“Am I hurting you?”
Maggie tilted her pelvis and forced him deeper, burying the head of his cock inside her channel.
“Baby, let’s take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want this.” She panted the words. “Don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping.” He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck. “You’re strangling my dick, not that I’m complaining, but I need you to relax.” He forced himself deeper. “Damn, baby you feel good.”
When his mouth came down on hers, she bit, licked and sucked. Her tongue drove in his mouth, her hands squeezed his ass.
Cam jerked his head back. “Slow.” The word lingered in a quiet hiss.
“I need you. You have to believe me.”
Cam fought the urge to laugh out loud. “I believe you.”
“I think—.”
“Don’t think.” Her body stiffened. He bit back another damn curse. “What’s the problem? I mean have things changed so much in five years that I don’t know how it’s done any more?”
“No, it’s just—.”
He clamped his hand over her mouth. “Shut your trap.” He lifted his upper body and let his eyes devour her flawless figure. His gaze traveled lower to where their bodies were so intimately joined, her mound trimmed neat. “You’re a natural redhead.”
She nodded.
Grinning, he glided his fingers down her taut abdomen and watched her face as he circled a finger along her clit. Maggie closed her eyes, her head drifted to the side. She moaned and he nearly came inside her. “Take your time, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He circled his tongue around her erect nipple and soon her clamp on his shaft loosened.
“You like that.” He surged further, balls-deep. “You okay?”
Rotating her hips, Maggie ground herself against him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Clearly, his little fireball wasn’t used to letting her lovers set the pace or steer the direction of their lovemaking. Now that she’d relinquished the reins, he’d make sure she enjoyed the ride.
Did her past lovers really let her perform like some kind of fuckin’ circus act?
No wonder she saw herself as nothing more than a whore for men to use for their own pleasure. Ironic, Maggie had more experience than him, yet he knew more about pleasing her than she knew about pleasing herself.
With controlled strokes, he rammed into her faster, harder. The clap of skin against skin spiraled his desire. Her muscles clamped around his raging cock and he roared in satisfaction.
Cam sealed his lips to hers but she jerked her head to the side and let out a high-pitched screech.
He wedged his hands under her thighs and pushed her knees toward her shoulders. Bracing his weight on his palms, he tilted his hips, altering the angle of their joined bodies and drove into her, his strides long, slow and deep.
Her nails sank into his shoulders, her back arched and he nearly lost his hold on his impending orgasm. Cam smacked her tight ass. “Let me set the pace or you’re going to make me come.”
Her hands gripped his head and pulled him down. She smashed her lips against his.
What kind of foods should he offer at his restaurant? What colors should he choose for the booths, dinnerware and carpet? Think of anything but her liquid heat drowning his cock, her pussy squeezing around him.
“Stop,” she said. Sweat dampened her forehead. Her breaths labored from her lungs.
Cam froze.
“Push deeper and just stop.”
He buried himself to the hilt.
“Don’t move.”
“I have to move.” His teeth gritted.
She groaned, her channel tightened. The muscles in Cam’s back tensed as he fought the urge to jackhammer into her. When he felt the tension in her body fade, he
r climax subsiding, he slid from her hot little pussy, flipped her onto her stomach and dropped on top of her.
“Am I crushing you?” he gritted low and deep in her ear.
Maggie turned her head, their lips locked and he entered her. Cam’s hands slid beneath and palmed her breasts. He rocked his body, a slow and fluid motion, tilting his hips slightly, ensuring her clit rubbed along the floor of the tent.
“You’re gonna come again.”
She nodded.
“Use your words,” he snarled.
“Uh huh.”
Maggie moaned, a soft squeal he already recognized as her signature sound, indicating she was about to explode.
“My little hellcat.” Cam kissed her bare shoulder.
Palming the back of her head, he knotted his fingers through her long hair, yanked her head back and captured her mouth in a fiery kiss.
A primal urge to dominate her overcame him. Maggie was his little spitfire and he wanted to tame her. “Get on your hands and knees.” He wasn’t used to channeling this level of desire. He’d never felt this kind of lust.
When Maggie raised herself, he gripped her hips, steadied her body and rammed into her. His fingers tightened around her slender hips. The first orgasm he’d had—aside from self-generated—rolled inside him. His eyes watered. The temperature of his body soared, his every pore leaked sweat.
With his release close, he plunged himself deep. She rotated her hips, a slight movement that hurled him over the top. “Fuck!” The word echoed within the confines of their small shelter.
Maggie moaned, a cute feminine sound that sparked another thundering roar from him. Her sweet hot pussy milked his cock, a sensation that almost killed him with pleasure. His body shuddered as he poured a seemingly endless stream of cum inside her.
Cam lifted her hands off the floor. He brought her upright, leaving them both on their knees, his body pressed behind hers, his arms crossed over her chest, his hands cupping her breasts. Tucking his nose in the crook of her neck, he waited until their bodies relaxed, utterly satiated.
He feathered kisses along her shoulder blades and slick-with-sweat back, his hands still cupped around her breasts, his cock still embedded in her sheath.
“What have we done?” He collapsed onto his back, taking her with him.
Maggie draped a leg over his. “Don’t you dare say you regret it.”
He’d just had the hottest, most mind-blowing sex of his life, with his stunning, quirky little hellcat and she wanted to know if he regretted it?
Cam cleared his throat. “I’m not sure I can get enough of you.”
With a devilish smile, she said, “One taste and you’re already addicted.”
Tilting his head, he fastened his lips to hers, his tongue thrusting, fucking her mouth in a blatant display of possession.
He kissed the tip of her nose. Then she did something he never thought he’d see from his little fireball.
Maggie blushed.
Cam wrapped his arms around her and crushed her against him, the side of her face pressed against his bare chest. He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.
How much closet space would she need? Maybe he should clean off a shelf in the linen closet for her toiletries. At least he knew she liked Gramps and Gramps liked her.
If he hadn’t tried to kill himself, he might never have met her. Ironic that his attempt on his own life led him to the one person he now lived for. He loved her and would love her the rest of his life.
Cam glanced down and discovered she’d fallen asleep.
Guilt nagged at him. He’d taken advantage of her fragile state and mated with her like some kind of wild beast.
He scooted from under her, got dressed and quietly left the tent. After relighting the fire, he, watched the dancing flames.
He no longer wanted to die but hadn’t a clue how to live, how to love.
Excerpt – Always – Part Two
Arriving ten minutes late, Maggie pulled into Critters’ parking lot. She was relieved when Cam called and asked her to meet him here. She circled for a bit and scanned for Cam’s Expedition. After driving one more loop, she veered into a parking spot on the far left of the lot and shut off her car.
Lifting her purse from the passenger floor, she rummaged through, looking for her cellphone.
The passenger door flew open!
A huge figure wearing a black ski mask plunked on the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Based on the enormous size of the person, not a female.
He turned on his side and looked at her. Maggie looked at him, one hand frozen inside her purse. The windows fogged as her breathing quickened. Why was he just staring at her? Could it be she’d lost her mind? Could this be a nightmare and she’d wake at any moment?
The mask hid his face, but she sensed a wide, arrogant smile beneath the black fabric.
He slapped gloved fingers over her mouth. She clawed and kicked as he wrestled her to the back seat with ease. “I’m here to make you scream.” He dragged her beneath him.
She inched her hand down her body toward the pepper spray tucked into her sock but he clutched her wrist and squeezed until she winced.
“No. No,” he said. Wagging his finger, he shook his head. “None of that.”
If she was going down again, she refused to cry like a girl. How could this be happening again?Maggie spit in his masked face. “Fuck you!”
“Why do you think I’m here?” he said. “To fuck you. Then kill you.”
To Be Continued . . .
Always - Part Two - Scheduled for release: March 14, 2014
Look for future releases:
Maybe – June 2014
Sometimes – August 2014
Never – October 2014
Thank you to my husband for his unending support and encouragement.
Thank you Nikki!
