by Roma, Laurie
That wasn’t the case with Jared.
She’d never met a man like him before. Jared was such a good man, caring and patient even if he looked so tough. He made her feel cherished and protected in a way she’d never felt before. He was so vital, so full of life, and he exuded a sexual pull so strong all he had to do was look at her and she felt her body slickening in invitation. It amazed her that he wanted to be with her, but she was glad that he did. Still, a little insidious voice in her head kept asking for how long?
It was difficult to admit that she had already lost her heart to him when she didn’t know what the future held…or if they had a future at all. Sometimes it felt like she had fallen in love with him the first time she saw him and she just fell deeper every day. Being with him allowed her to be who she was really was, without fear of recriminations. Forcing herself to relax, she focused on just enjoying the time she had with him without worrying about what would happen later.
Kalista felt her body heat as the throbbing of the bike seemed to shoot through her body straight to her clit, making her squirm on the seat. Acutely aware of his big body seated between her legs, she pressed herself fully against his back, and satisfaction filled her when she felt him tense.
Perhaps she wasn’t the only one being affected by the close contact and the thrum of the machine.
Curiously, she stroked her hand over the taut muscles of his stomach and felt his abs flex under her gentle touch. She loved the raw power coiled in his strong body and suddenly couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her.
“You doing okay?” he asked as they exited town and headed out on to a quieter stretch of road leading toward the coast.
There was something intimate about hearing his voice in her ear, surprisingly clear through the speaker in the helmet as the motor of the bike rumbled in the background. “I’m great!” she answered.
As they drove through a forested area, a wicked idea flickered through her mind. Feeling mischievous, she slid one of her hands lower, exploring until she found the thick column of his shaft straining against his pants where it was trapped against his thigh. She could practically feel his hard cock pulsing against her palm as she slowly stroked him through the material of his pants and boxers.
“You better stop that, Kali. It’s gonna get you into trouble if you keep that up,” he warned.
She didn’t want to stop. Thinking back over their time together, she realized that this was the first time she had made the first move. He always seemed to know exactly how to arouse her to the point she was desperate to feel him inside her, but so far she had never instigated their love play. He always made love to her passionately, but without that primal urgency he had taken her with that first time they were together. She wanted that with him again. Wanted him to take her as if he couldn’t breathe with the need clawing through his system.
To be as wild and crazed for her as she was for him.
No longer willing to wait for him to take the lead, she refused to release her hold on his cock. There was something wildly erotic about stroking him while she couldn’t see what she was doing. Her clit pulsed in time to the blood flowing into his cock, making him thicker and harder in her hand.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
Casting a quick glance around their surroundings, she was emboldened by the isolated area they were driving through. Using some of her newfound courage, she reached up and loosened the ties of his drawstring pants. Slipping her hand beneath the fabric of his boxers, she took his shaft into her hand. Feeling the bare length of him throbbing against her palm sent a shiver of need surging through her body so strong it left her breathless.
Revving the engine, he made a quick turn onto a small road that led into a secluded picnic area in the woods, never once losing control as he did. He drove the bike up onto a grassy area, away from the road, then turned it off and shoved down the kickstand with his foot. The silence was deafening after the throaty rumble of the machine cut off, and a wave of nervousness filled her when he didn’t move or speak. He just sat there with his large hands gripping the handlebars as she stroked his erection.
She slowly moved her hand up his shaft, loving that he was too big for her fingers to meet. She rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum leaking from the tip, and she felt his big body shudder.
“Kali,” he growled out her name, his chest billowing as he breathed out in hard pants.
“Jared?”
“You’re fucking torturing me.”
That had her hand pausing. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell no, but this is your one warning. If you don’t take your hand off my dick right now you’re gonna get fucked. Right here. Right now. I won’t be able to wait to get you to my house.”
The harsh tone of his voice had wisps of excitement whipping through her, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. Instead of removing her hand, she squeezed him harder, drawing out a ragged groan from him. In a flash, he ripped off his helmet, throwing it on the ground. He turned in his seat, grabbing her around the waist so he could drag her off of the bike with him.
He pulled the helmet off of her head, tossing it next to his own, then his mouth slammed down on hers, claiming her with a brutal kiss that made her knees go weak. Her hands flew up, holding onto his arms to brace herself as he picked her up and sat her down sideways on the seat.
He shoved her legs apart, pressing between her thighs as he ravaged her mouth, tongue stroking deep. She could feel the liquid heat coating her tight channel, her body preparing for his possession. Whenever he touched her or even smiled at her, she instantly became wet, but the vibration of the bike had her riding the edge already.
She wanted him now, so deep that he became a part of her.
He pulled back, his dark eyes filled with heat as he let out a primitive growl. “Damn it, woman. You’re driving me out of my fucking mind.”
She loved seeing that raw hunger on his face and embraced the moment by flicking her tongue out to trace his lower lip. “Good,” she whispered.
Before she knew it, he unfastened her jeans and was pushing his hand beneath her panties, two thick fingers stroking over her saturated folds. She cried out as he shoved his fingers into her hot hole, parting her tight muscles. The feeling was so exquisite she found herself pushing against him, wanting more. Her grip on him tightened, afraid as he leaned over her pressing her back into air.
“I won’t let you fall. Just hold on to me. Such a tight little pussy. So hot and wet, and all mine.”
“Oh God, Jared. Please, please…” She had learned that he loved when she vocalized what she wanted from him, but couldn’t even manage to form the words.
“What do you want, Kali? Do you want me to finger fuck until you come?”
“Yes! Jared, please. It’s so good.”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll make you come all over my hand, then I’m going to shove my cock inside you and make you come again.”
She arched her hips, silently asking for more as he curled his fingers in her, stroking her sweet spot from the inside her pussy. The pressure began to build in her core as he worked her closer to orgasm. She closed her eyes, reaching out blindly to take his thick cock in her hand, pumping her fist over him in time to the fingers thrusting inside her clenching heat.
Jared leaned down, pressing his lips close to her ear as his thumb began massaging her distended clit. “Come for me, little fairy. Get that hot, little cunt ready for me because I’m gonna ride you hard and fast once I get my dick inside you.”
She let out a loud cry as she came, her pussy clenching around his thick digits. Her hips bucked against him as she rode out the sensations bombarding her body. Pulling his head down, she kissed him, sharing all the love she felt for him as their tongues danced together.
Before she had recovered from her shattering climax, he pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her off of the seat. “Turn around.”
Hamm
er sucked his fingers clean, growling at the sweet taste of her. He jerked the heavy material of her jeans down her hip, letting them fall to her knees along with her panties. He shoved her forward, bending her over the seat of the bike so her ass was raised into the air. Fuck, the sight of her pretty, pink pussy made his cock throb. He was so damn hard he was hurting. Kicking her feet farther apart to spread her wider, he fit the hard crown of his cock against her entrance. Unable to wait any longer, he surged into her, burying himself to the hilt.
The sound of her scream rang out into the stillness. Every time he took her felt like the first. He knew he was big and usually struggled to hold still to let her body get used him, but right now he couldn’t hold back. He let out a vicious curse as he began pounding into her, jerking his hips in uncontrolled thrusts. “Shit, your tight pussy fights me every time.”
“I’m fine. Don’t hold back. I need you, Jared.”
His hand curled around her shoulder while the other wrapped around her waist, securing her in place as he began surging inside of her with more force. He felt like a fucking animal leaning over her so he covered her back and hated himself for loving the way he could control her smaller body beneath him in this position. Blood roared in his ears as he pistoned his hips harder. He knew he was close, but he wanted something more. He had gotten addicted to watching Kali’s eyes glaze as he spilled himself inside her and he needed that now.
Pulling out of her, he jerked her to her feet, then sat her back down on the seat. He tore off one of her shoes, freeing one of her legs from her jeans so he could spread her legs wide, jerking them around his hips as he pushed back inside her. Gripping the back of her neck to help hold her in position, he fucked his cock back into her pussy as her hands gripped at his sweatshirt. She cried out his name over and over again, saying it like a mantra as he pounded himself inside her, harder and faster.
“Naughty fairies get fucked hard for teasing me,” he growled.
“Just one fairy,” she panted, her brilliant green eyes burning with passion. “Only me.”
“Only you.”
He lowered his hand between their joined bodies and began rubbing her clit as his hips pumped furiously. “Ah, God, Kali. I’m coming. I can’t hold on. Come with me. Come with me now.”
He pinched her clit and made her scream his name as she came again, her body clenching so tight around his thick cock that he couldn’t move. He groaned as he watched her eyes go opaque, loving the way she lost herself in the passion he gave her. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as Kali in the throes of climax, and just the sight of it pushed him over the edge so his cock erupted, filling her with pulse after pulse of his seed.
Chapter Seven
Kalista looked up at the night sky, admiring the glittering starlight as she sat on Jared’s back patio. The land dropped down beyond the massive stone patio, making it seem like the sea was right outside the back door, almost like his house was in a world all its own. She loved how the gentle sound of the waves mixed with the blues music Jared had playing on the outdoor speakers from the sound system he had installed in every room of the house.
Boys and their toys.
Contentment filled her as she snuggled back into the comfortable pillows on the wicker chair that was in front of a large fire pit that helped chase away the chill in the air. She smiled to herself as she thought back over the last few hours, and knew she was blushing at her own daring. The evening had turned out to be more than she had hoped for. Jared had welcomed her into his home, not that she had gotten a chance to see much of it until he’d made love to her again.
After they had both come down from the intensity of their release in the picnic area, they had gotten redressed without saying a word. The silence had unnerved her, making her feel self-conscious about seducing him in such a public place, but then he had kissed her hard and told her once wasn’t enough.
“Get your sweet ass back on this bike. The next time I fuck you it’s gonna be in my bed.”
She’d been smiling as they got back on the road, eager to get to his house. He had driven them toward the coast, and the first sight of Jared’s house on the beach had taken her breath away. It was a masterpiece of stone and glass, with two tiers of balconies and glass windows that looked out over the water.
She wasn’t given much time to admire the view, though. Once he pulled the motorcycle into his driveway and turned it off, he had grabbed her hand, pulling her with him to the front door. He’d shoved the key into the door then dragged her inside.
They hadn’t made it to the bed.
Jared had taken her on the couch, making love to her with a desperate passion that both thrilled and soothed a part of her soul that had been worried he had been getting bored with her. He was a famous fighter, used to scores of beautiful women throwing themselves at him all the time. How could a little baker keep his interest? She had struggled to push her self-doubt aside, reveling in the freedom of touching his body as thoroughly as he touched her.
When they were done, he had amazed her by taking her up to his bedroom to show her the clothes he had ordered for her. The master suite was huge, with sage colored walls and dark mahogany furniture and an enormous bed that took up the majority of the room. He had opened two drawers of his dresser, showing her the various clothing he had gotten from his sponsor, which was a good thing since he had torn the shirt she had been wearing. At the rate they were going, she was going to have to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe, not that she minded.
She felt her heart skip a beat at seeing how he had made room for her in his bedroom. It was a little thing, but after going through a battle to even leave a toothbrush at her ex’s place, it meant so much to her that Jared made her feel welcomed into his home and his life.
He chuckled when her stomach growled, and they had gotten dressed when he promised to feed her. She’d chosen to wear a pair of black sweatpants, a tank top, and a zip-up hoodie all with the Rough and Tough logo displayed in hot-pink. He had dressed in his own sweatpants and t-shirt, then they made their way down to the kitchen to make dinner.
He had opened a bottle of red wine, pouring each of them a glass, then he handed her one of the glasses of dark ruby liquid. “Why don’t you just relax while I get everything ready?”
“I can help.”
“You always cook for me. Let me just get these potatoes ready, then I’ll have the steaks going in a few minutes,” he’d said.
She’d taken a sip of her wine and hummed in pleasure as the rich flavor hit her tongue. “Steak and baked potatoes. My favorite.”
He smiled. “We have a salad, too.”
Her brow had lifted at that. “From a bag?”
He’d sent her an injured look that had made her laugh. “Just because I’m a guy that doesn’t mean I can’t put a salad together.”
It shouldn’t have surprised her that he was so adept in the kitchen. He’d obviously had his share of salads while he had been training. Thinking about that time of his life made her curious, but she hadn’t wanted to push for information that still might be painful after he had been forced to retire.
He had poked holes in some potatoes before placing them in the microwave while she began cutting veggies for their salad when she insisted on helping. They worked together with ease, comfortable in each other’s presence. As soon as the salad was finished, he’d ushered her out on the patio, settling her in the comfortable chair then he draped a soft throw blanket on her lap before going in to grab the steaks.
Hammer fired up the grill that he had cleaned and filled with new coals earlier. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction having Kali at his house. He wanted her to feel at home, since he wanted her to eventually get used to the idea of living there with him. When the coals were lit and a nice fire started, he left them to get nice and hot.
Sitting down on the chair next to Kali, he leaned back and picked up his own glass of wine. “Okay, I have to ask. How much do I have to apologize for? You met my mother today, ri
ght?”
Her laughter rang out like audible starlight, warming his heart. “You don’t have to apologize. She loves you. It was nice to hear just how much she cares as she talked about you. It would have been nice to get a heads up, though.”
He fidgeted on his chair. “So, how did everything go?”
“It was great. I love the rescue center and the work they’re doing there.” She paused, nibbling on her lower lip until he reached out to soothe the place where she had bitten it.
“What is it?”
“There was this puppy…”
He chuckled as he set his glass down and stood up, walking over to the grill to throw their steaks on. “One of the pit bulls they just rescued? I heard about that. Some sick fucker… sorry, I meant—”
“No, I think that is an accurate description of the person who could treat those puppies like that.” She turned in her chair so she could look at him and couldn’t help the tears that burned in the back of her eyes. “They tossed them away like garbage, Jared. They didn’t deserve that.”
He walked back over to her and stroked a hand over her short hair. “No, baby. They didn’t. Evie and the others will find them good homes.”
“Well, about that. I was thinking…maybe I could adopt one. There was this little gray puppy that seemed to like me and I hated leaving him there. It’s silly, right? Evie told me there were all kinds of rules to having pit bull, which seems so unfair because they seem so friendly.”
“They are, but it’s the sick bastards that have abused them in the past and made them aggressive that has caused people to fear that breed,” he said as he walked back over to the grill to turn the steaks. “How do you like your steak?”
“Still mooing.”
He laughed. “That’s my girl. These are almost ready.”
He went back inside to grab the potatoes from the microwave and put them on plates with some salad they had tossed with Italian dressing. He cut both of the potatoes open and sprinkled them with salt, then added a pat of butter and a heaping spoonful of sour cream. He walked back outside carrying both plates, and put one cooked steak on each plate. Kali had gotten up from the chair, moving over to the patio table where she filled both of their glasses. He set the plates down on the placemats he had set out earlier then pulled out a chair for her to sit.
