by Kerri Carr
"I have something else I want to show you," Kevin whispered, just loud enough for Patrick to hear over the music in the room. "Stay here with Patrick for twenty minutes and then come to our house."
"What are you up to?" Eileen asked, sounding slightly breathless.
"I have been working on my part of the planning for the wedding and I want you to see what I've come up with."
Patrick felt Eileen's hand tighten on his chest.
"Can Patrick come, too?" she asked.
"Absolutely," Kevin said.
*****
Patrick and Eileen spent the next twenty minutes dancing in the corner of the room, sinking further back into the shadows at the edge of the floor so that they could get as much privacy as they could. They had completely abandoned all of the moves that the instructor had taught during the lesson and were now just rolling against one another, their bodies pressed so tightly together he could feel her heartbeat pounding against his.
Patrick slipped his leg between Eileen's, pulling her up so that she straddled his thigh and he could feel even more of her heat. He knew she could feel the bulge of his erection pressing toward her and watched as she glanced down toward it, licking her lips as if wanting to taste him. He took her hand and guided it to the swelling, cupping it around him so that she could feel the size and intensity. She moaned softly, the luxurious little sound like the one that she made when tasting the cake in her kitchen just hours before.
"Has it been twenty minutes yet?" she asked, gently squeezing him through his pants.
"Yes," he growled, grabbing her by her wrist and leading her across the room and out through the hallways and into the parking lot.
He wished even more now that she hadn't brought her own car, but told himself that the drive to the house would only take a few minutes. As he drove he glanced back in the rearview mirror and saw her illuminated in the glow of the reflection of her headlights against the back of his car. She had pulled her hair down from its ponytail and it tumbled around her shoulders in an incredibly sexy mess, framing the light flush on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes that was evident even in the darkness.
As soon as they pulled up in front of the house, they climbed out of the car and entered the house without saying a word. The inside was dark, but Patrick could smell the hint of candles burning somewhere in the depth of the house. They followed the scent, climbing the stairs to the large master bedroom in the back of the upper floor.
When Patrick opened the door he could see the dancing glow of the candles arranged around the room leading into the large bathroom in the back corner of the bedroom. As they stepped in, Kevin came out of the bathroom, a final lit candle in his hand. He rested the candle on the table beside the bed and gestured for Eileen to come closer.
"I told you that I wanted to make sure that their wedding night was as perfect as the wedding that you are putting together for them," he said as Eileen came closer. He reached both of his hands out for her and Patrick watched as she placed her hands in his. "I wasn't sure if everything that I had come up with was good enough, so I thought that I would invite you over for a little preview."
Kevin guided Eileen toward him and Eileen brushed the tip of her nose against his.
"I'm liking everything that I see so far," she said, her voice low and breathy in a way that enticed Patrick even more.
Kevin glanced at him over Eileen's shoulder and Patrick sent him an approving look.
"There's more," Kevin said, returning the touch of her nose and bringing her hands up so that he pressed them to his chest. "Would you like to see?"
Eileen nodded and Kevin started walking backwards, leading her along toward the bathroom. Patrick watched until they were almost through the door and then followed them, crossing the bedroom slowly so that he could continue to enjoy the swell of Eileen's hips beneath her dress and the sway of her body as she let Kevin guide her.
When he reached the doorway to the bathroom, Patrick leaned against the frame, surveying the work that Kevin had done in the room. More candles filled the space, casting their glow around the room and adding a hint of sultry, smoky smell to the warm, sweet vanilla that hung in the air.
Behind them Patrick could see the large garden tub positioned in the corner of the room, soft white bubbles mounded high enough that he could see them over the edge. Kevin stopped Eileen in the middle of the room and lowered her hands from his chest to her sides. He tucked his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and Patrick started taking off his shoes as Kevin slowly started undressing Eileen.
*****
Eileen complied willingly with Kevin as he removed her shirt and let it drop to the tile floor, then brought his hands to the front of her pants. Patrick watched her step out of her shoes and kick them aside as Kevin released the button on her pants and eased down the zipper. She reciprocated, her long, slender fingers making quick work of the row of small buttons along the front of Kevin's shirt until it hung open and she was able to push it back over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor behind him.
Soon Eileen was standing in nothing but a delicate pair of black lace panties that beautifully cupped her round ass and cut high on either side to reveal the bottom swell of soft, creamy skin and a matching bra. Patrick stepped up closer and watched Eileen release Kevin's belt and unzip his pants. They fell to the floor and Kevin removed his trunks, kicking them aside.
As Kevin stepped into the large tub, Patrick stepped up behind Eileen and released the hooks on the back of her bra. He leaned down to kiss along her spine as he opened the bra and pushed it forward so that she could let it slide from her arms and onto the floor. Patrick's hands slide around her waist and up her stomach onto her breasts, filling his hands with the full, pliant globes.
Eileen sighed and leaned back so that her head rested on Patrick's shoulder, pressing her breasts further into his grip. He kneaded them, letting his fingers play over her taut nipples. Patrick looked over at Kevin who was leaned back in the tub watching them. Kevin held up one hand and gestured for him to bring her toward the tub.
Touching his mouth to the curve of her neck and shoulder, Patrick led Eileen forward until they were a few inches from the side of the tub. Kevin moved forward, tucking his fingers into the sides of her panties so that he could ease them off of her, leaving her finally bare in front of them.
Patrick hissed a profanity at the sight of her and lowered himself to his knees behind her. He flattened one hand onto her lower back, leading her forward so that she bent over, her hands coming to brace her on the side of the tub. Kevin met her, his mouth crushing onto hers as Patrick used one hand to push her legs further apart.
The position opened her body to him and he used one hand to guide her hips back slightly more, tilting them so that he could see her hot, wet core. Patrick slid one hand up the inside of her thigh until it reached the wetness waiting for him. Eileen whimpered as his fingers slipped over her hardened peak, coaxing it forward even more. Kevin's mouth left hers and Patrick watched him bring it to one of her breasts, sucking her nipple between this lips and using his hand to massage the other.
Eileen arched her back, bringing her center even closer to Patrick. He took the invitation, ducking his head to draw his tongue through her folds. The touch caused Eileen to cry out and Patrick continued, letting his tongue delve into her and he increased the pressure of his fingers, swirling them into her creamy heat until he could feel her legs trembling on either side of him.
He knew he was bringing her close to climax and he took his mouth away before she could, not wanting their fun to end too soon. As Patrick stood up, Kevin took Eileen's hands off of the side of the tub and took her by her waist, easing her forward so that she stepped into the tub with him. She turned around and reached for Patrick, pulling him toward her with the front of his belt.
Patrick unbuttoned his shirt as Eileen opened his pants, instantly making him as bare as the other two. He helped her by hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his tru
nks and pushing them down at the same time as she pushed his pants off. He stepped out of both garments and kicked them aside, responding to the pressure of Eileen's hand gripping the back of his thigh by stepping forward so he was only inches from the side of the tub.
Eileen wrapped one hand around the base of his hard cock and brought her mouth forward to run her tongue along the tip, drawing a moan from deep in Patrick's chest. He pressed forward with his hips and she opened her mouth, taking him fully in against her tongue. Patrick's head fell back and he buried his fingers in her hair, guiding her head gently so that she sucked in a long, deep rhythm.
A whimper trembled through Eileen's throat and Patrick lifted his head to look down to see that Kevin had raised up to his knees behind Eileen, positioning his legs on either side of hers so that he could enter her. Kevin's thrusts led her and soon the three of them were moving in a continuous, rapid pace.
Patrick was nearing his orgasm when Kevin suddenly stopped and lowered himself down, pulling Eileen away from Patrick so that she settled into his lap. Patrick took a breath to calm himself and ward off his climax, then stepped into the water. The bubbles teased at his skin as he lowered himself to the floor of the enormous tub, letting the water wash up around his chest.
He reached for Eileen and Kevin took her by her hips, lifting her off of his lap and handing her to Patrick. He accepted her into his arms, bringing her into his lap so that she was facing him, her legs tucked close on either side of his hips. Her wet breasts brushed along this chest, sending chills along his body, and he caught her mouth, kissing her deeply.
As their tongues tangled, Patrick lifted her hips and brought her down onto his cock, plunging deeply within her and groaning as he felt her hot walls close around him. Kevin came up beside them, taking one of Eileen's hands away from Patrick's shoulder and wrapping it around his erection.
Patrick thrust into her as he watched her stroke Kevin in the same rhythm, feeling his own excitement increase as he saw her soft, pale hand gliding along Kevin's cock as if mimicking his own deep strokes within her.
Kevin's sounds started increasing, growling moans becoming louder and faster as his hand gripped her shoulder. Patrick cupped the back of her head and turned it toward Kevin, leading her mouth onto Kevin's erection. Almost immediately Kevin grabbed her head and roared, his head dropping back.
The sight of Eileen accepting his climax, swallowing luxuriously as she continued to roll her hips against Patrick's pushed him over the edge. Patrick felt his cock throb and start to spill into her, suddenly meeting frantic spasms as Eileen whimpered, bucking against him and then pulling her mouth away from Kevin to cry out as her orgasm swept through her.
Kevin sank down into the water and rested his head back against the wall, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Patrick leaned forward and touched a kiss to the center of Eileen's chest, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She flattened one hand to the center of Patrick's chest and turned to touch Kevin's as well.
"You two are so beautiful," he said. "You have the most incredible bodies I've ever seen."
Patrick laughed softly.
"SEAL training," he said by way of explanation.
"Do we have to get back to planning now?" Kevin asked.
Eileen laughed and leaned to kiss him, cupping her hand around his jaw as she let her mouth play over his for a few seconds.
"We've been so productive today," she said. "I think that we deserve some sleep."
"How productive have we been?" Patrick asked, leaning forward to get his own kiss.
"We chose cake flavors."
"We did?"
"Chocolate, strawberries and champagne, and spice," she said, kissing him between each flavor.
"Anything else?" Kevin asked.
"And we planned their wedding night," she said.
"Yes, we did," Kevin said, kissing her shoulder and running his fingers down her back.
"And I got to cross something off of my own personal to-do list."
"And what is that?" Patrick asked, nuzzling her forward so that her hips rocked against his slowly hardening cock.
"I found my date," she said with a mischievous smile. "Two of them."
THE END
Another bonus story is on the next page.
Bonus Story 16 of 44
Kiss of Tomorrow
Description
Avery Sherman’s life is a mixed bag of love and tragedy—which comes with the territory. Six months pregnant, and engaged to a serving Marine corporal, she endures long spells alone in her apartment, with occasional visits from her hard-working fiancée.
But when he returns home unexpectedly, having survived another dangerous fire fight, she is profoundly grateful to have him in her life, and puts aside the fears that one day he might never return to her embrace.
For such a thing to happen would be devastating and unthinkable.
She could never be so unlucky.
Could she?
*****
Avery almost cried with relief when the door opened.
“Hey, baby,” Marine Corporal Ross Nichols called. “I’m home!” Avery dropped the paint brush into the sink, careless of any splashes, and rushed as best she could toward her returning fiancée. Running was no longer easy for her. Six and a half months of pregnancy made hurrying impractical.
“Hey, hello!” he cried as she slammed into him. Her arms pulling him into a hug that would have been crushing—if he wasn’t two hundred pounds of solid muscle.
“Thank God you’re safe,” she murmured into his chest.
“Oh, you heard, huh?”
“It was all over the news. I thought I’d lost you.”
“I’m too stubborn to go down.”
“And the others?”
“Babe…”
“I want to know,” she said. “I need to know. They were my friends too.”
“Okay, but it’s not good news.”
“I still want to know. What happened? Who made it out?”
Ross sighed. “Casper didn’t make it. Manny went down trying to save Elliott. But there was too much smoke and flame for him to find his way back. I never saw either of them come out the other side.”
Avery nodded stiffly. “And Jeff?” His was the only other name she knew, the last name from the five survivors of Ross’s original squad.
“Jeff died on the flight back, baby.”
If possible, she hugged him even harder. The entire squad was gone—at least, the squad of seven months ago. Now only Ross was left of the original twelve she’d partied with. That left him as the last possible father for her baby.
“Come in, come in.” She released him and let him walk into the kitchen. “How long are you here for?”
“They gave us three days, baby.” He sighed deeply. “Three days to put it all behind us.” He pushed a hand through his short-cropped hair and looked around. Nothing much had changed in the kitchen of the living room. So why did Avery have paint all over her hands?
She caught his wary glance. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get any on your uniform.” Still, she cast her eye over his smart jacket.
“What have you been painting?”
“The nursery, of course.”
“In your condition?”
“I’m pregnant, Ross, not disabled.”
“Still…”
“It needed painting, okay? Don’t fuss.”
He extended his hand. “Come on, sit down for a minute.”
“Why?”
“To rest.”
“What’s rest?” She smiled wearily.
“I’ll show you. Come on.”
She nodded, then shuffled past him to the sofa, pressing her hands into her lower back. She was tired, but as she was alone in the apartment, she had to press on and get as much done as possible before the baby arrived. Still, a few minutes rest would be welcome. If Ross was home, then he would be able to help move the furniture around. She hadn’t been lookin
g forward to that part at all.
As she moved past him, Ross got his first glimpse of her from the side.
“Wow, you’ve really grown around the middle,” he said. The careless words would have earned most men a black eye or a busted jaw, but Avery smiled and stroked the bulging shirt with a gentle hand.
“None of my old pants will fit me. Not with this bun growing bigger every day.”
“It won’t be forever, sweetheart.”
“I know. I’ll be glad to get this part over and done with.”
“So we can make another one?” He raised an eyebrow as she glared at him. “I was teasing you.”
“Well, tease away. This is the last time I do this. No more babies for me—ever.”
“Really? None?”
She grinned. “My turn to tease you, Corporal.”
“Well, you have three days to tease me, civilian. You got me all to yourself.”
She smiled up at him. “That’s wonderful. But remember, I’m civilian-and-a-half to you now.”
“Only half?” He leaned against her bump. “Feels more like three-quarters to me.”
“Careful. Erica isn’t ready for any rough stuff yet.”
“Erica? You named her without me?”
“Erica if it’s a girl,”
“And if it’s a boy?”
“Eric if it’s a boy—after your father.”
“Good choice, babe.”
“I know, right.”
“So what have you been doing this week?”
She raised a paint-stained hand. “Guess.”
“Wallpapering?”
“Funny guy.”
“So you’ve been busy.”
She shrugged “Someone had to do it.”
“Well you don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore. The cavalry has arrived.”
“I thought you were in the Marines, Corporal.”
“It’s a figure of speech, babe.”
