Body Rocks [The Andersons 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Marie Jermy

  “Definitely. Fantasies are good. And fun. And I’m gonna show you just how much fun they can be.”

  She teased him with a pout. “Oh, is this the fun to be had out of your bed?”

  “What’s your bra size?” he asked in response.

  “30DD. Why?”

  He used one hand to pinch his nose. “Good evening, this is Captain Dick speaking. Welcome aboard Flight 30DD bound for Seventh Heaven. We will be coming—I mean, cruising at an altitude of thirty-five thousand feet—”

  Her laughter wobbled the recliner.

  “When you laugh, it makes those beautiful tits of yours bounce. And I do so love those tits. They make me hard.” To prove his point, he arched his pelvis and ground the sizeable ridge of his dick against her pussy.

  “And I love your…chest. It makes me wet.” To prove her point, Samantha put a hand inside her panties, swept a finger along her damp pussy folds, and then withdrawing, boldly pressed it to Daniel’s lips. With a half-lidded look that did little to hide the hunger glowing in his amber-flecked blue eyes, he licked her finger with a soft “mmm.”

  Her hands reached for and undid his jeans at the same time as his glided up her thighs. He pushed her panties to one side, and she purred when he pushed two fingers into her. He withdrew slowly and just as slowly trailed his fingers from her clit to her back passage, spreading her wetness.

  “Oh,” she gasped when he lightly circled her back hole.

  “You like that?”

  She bit her bottom lip, surprised at how much she did. “I think I do.”

  This time, he lightly pressed the tip of his finger against the puckered hole. “Would you like me to tease you there while we make love?”

  Daniel’s expression was so earnest that she couldn’t help but laugh. “Daniel, it’s okay, honestly. I’m no longer a virgin, you know. And, yes, so I’m still an old-fashioned romantic, but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to explore new things with you. I trust you, Daniel. If you do something that I don’t like, I know you’d stop if I told you to.”

  “I’ll never do anything you don’t want to, baby,” he assured her. His face relaxed, and his mouth stretched into a sexy grin as he squeezed her buttocks. “One of my favorite positions is doggy style, you know, from behind? It gives me a great view of the woman’s ass. You have one sweet ass, baby. And I know I’ve got a dirty mind, and you can say ‘No, no way,’ but I’d really like to finger your ass while I make love to you.”

  Yes, his mind was dirty, but what Daniel wanted to do made her pussy weep with a flood of wetness. She suddenly wondered what Ramona was doing at that precise moment. She hoped her sister wasn’t doing anything important. Since Samantha was about to have her bottom fingered, perhaps she should phone Ramona and warn her.

  “However, I don’t think we’d get away with doggy style. It’s not exactly a position we can keep secret from our fellow passengers.” Daniel chuckled.

  Daniel’s words brought Samantha back to their role-play, and an important realization struck her. Oh, dear. “Um, Daniel, you do know as identical twins that Mona and I share a close bond? She feels everything I do, and vice versa. It can be really embarrassing at times. Especially with orgasms.”

  “You’re kidding me?” He tensed beneath her when it registered that she wasn’t. “Christ! No, you’re not kidding me.”

  “Do you want to stop? I’ll understand if you do.”

  He snorted. “Hell, no! I’m not stopping our fantasy for anybody, even if it is your twin sister.” He reinserted his fingers into her wet pussy, pushing them deep, and teased her back hole with his thumb. “Let her feel this. Let her feel you having an orgasm that’s gonna be right off the Richter scale.”

  “Mona will definitely feel this…Oh, oh, oh, Daniel!”

  Heavens, she was on fire for him. Samantha’s chest squeezed painfully, her breath coming out in hard pants when Daniel added a third finger to the two already inside her. Her thighs spread wide, sensations of vulnerability combined with excitement rolled through her as his fingers thrust deeper and scissored. The recliner creaking and wobbling, she rode his hand, rubbing her swollen clit against his calloused palm, creating a delicious friction that took her straight to the edge.

  Then his teasing thumb plunged deep into her back hole. She cried out and came apart in a thousand ways, her body jerking as the intense waves of her orgasm ripped through her, even leaving her hair static to the touch.

  “Hot damn, baby! You came so hard. I want to be inside you. I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while I finger your ass.”

  Samantha heard Daniel, but his words wouldn’t register. How could they when she was still flying? It wasn’t until she felt him shoving his jeans down over his hips that she gained a sense of equilibrium. She looked down. The sight of his rigid dick definitely got her attention and a renewed urge to ride him overtook her. “Condoms?” she asked.

  He frowned. “Damn! I forgot to replenish stocks.” A hopeful look replaced his frown. “Don’t s’pose you’re on the pill, baby?”

  “No. I tried it several years ago to lessen my heavy periods, but it made me moody and sick. Even the morning-after pill the doctor prescribed after…”

  To Samantha’s disgust, her voice broke. Mark Raven didn’t deserve her tears. She’d vowed never to be his victim. Daniel gently pulled her down and nestled her into the warmth of his side. The recliner protested with a creak and a wobble. She sniffed a few times, regained her composure, and then continued.

  “I was sick after taking the morning-after pill. I wish I hadn’t taken it. I didn’t need to, because Mark…well, he didn’t even get my jeans off. He tried to, but I suppose he had his hands full holding me down. He really hurt me, Daniel. Several times I asked him to let me go, but he refused. He said he’d had enough of me teasing his…um, his cock, and that he was going to enjoy screwing me. That I would like it rough.”

  Daniel’s tone was roughened with anger. “I’m gonna kill the bastard!”

  “No, you won’t. You’ll only lower yourself down to his level. No, like myself, Ross, Matt, and the rest of our families, Rex included, you’re going to have faith in the justice system. The courts will decide Mark’s punishment.”

  “And if they let him go?”

  “Then they let him go. I know it’ll be hard on everyone, my family, yours, on you, but I’m the one it affects the most, Daniel. Whatever happens, whatever the courts decide, then I’ll have to accept it. And I will accept it. I won’t let Mark rule my life. I refuse to be his victim. He’s the coward, not me.”

  “Samantha Anderson…” His tone was now calm and tender. “You’re one tough woman. I’m a lucky guy to have you as my girlfriend.”

  Samantha tilted her face and brushed a soft kiss on Daniel’s chin. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “I know you want to make love. I do, too. But…Well, my periods are as regular as clockwork, every thirty days. Today is the twenty-first day, and we should be safe, but I don’t want to take risks. I love children, you know I do, but I don’t want to think about having my own until I have the home up and running.”

  “No, I’m with you. Besides,” he added with a teasing grin, “as I’ve just demonstrated, there are plenty of other ways of giving and receiving pleasure.” He waggled his fingers. “I have ten of these. They could equate to ten orgasms.”

  “Then there’s also your delicious mouth,” she murmured, shifting to straddle him and again making the recliner wobble.

  “Mmm, that, too. You’ve also got a delicious mouth. However, I don’t think my chair will take a sixty-nine. I’d doubt you could even do it on a real plane seat anyway. We’ll just have to stick to using our hands. And very nice hands you have, too,” he finished on a groan when her fingers curled around the hard shaft of his dick.

  Daniel closed his eyes and let Samantha take command. A couple of pumps of her hand later and hot semen spurted from the slit of his dick onto his belly. He produced a
kerchief from his jeans pocket, but she ignored it and licked him clean instead. His salty male essence still in her mouth, she turned her attention to his penis, twirling her tongue over and around the slit, lapping up the remainder of his seed.

  His semi-erect penis hardened when she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking all the way to the back of her throat. One of his hands curled around the arm of the recliner, the other weaved its way through her hair, cradling her head in his palm.

  “Baby, baby,” Daniel moaned, his hips jerking, the recliner wobbling. “Can’t hold back.”

  Groans of satisfaction and creaks of protest filled her ears. Then to Samantha’s surprise, another load of hot semen filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop and then released him from her mouth with a soft pop. Her heart swelled at the sight of his contented, dreamy expression. She smiled. “Have we landed yet?”

  His eyelids slowly opened, the glowing amber flecks stealing the breath from her lungs. “Yep. And now I’m moving our fantasy to the car rental desk.”

  In a heartbeat and with an alarming creak from the recliner, Daniel swept Samantha up into his arms, deftly got to his feet, and deposited her on the desk. Her laughter dissolved the unease clenching her stomach. Why had the missing photograph of Sam Carrick just passed before her eyes?

  Chapter 10

  Daniel frowned. Okay, so the sight of bare kitchen cupboards was not exactly favorable to his growling stomach. Neither was an almost-empty refrigerator. He sighed and closed the door on a can of beer, a leftover triangle of moldy ham and pineapple pizza, and a lettuce that had seen better days. Two warm, slender arms then slid around his waist, and the subtle rosy fragrance that was Samantha turned his hunger into a different variety.

  He liked Samantha in his home. In his bed. Waking up with her curled in his side made him hot, hard, horny, and happy. He inhaled deeply and turned around. Wearing the T-shirt top of his pajamas—he wore the bottoms—bed-ruffled hair, and a sleepy smile on her face, Samantha tilted her mouth up for a kiss. He readily obliged, pressing his lips to hers and sweeping his tongue around the warmth of her mouth. He swallowed her soft mewl as she tangled her tongue with his.

  “Mmm, morning, baby,” he murmured, nibbling on her bottom lip and running his hands down her back to cup her bare ass. “Thought you were still asleep.”

  “I was. But I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast?”

  “Sorry, baby. My cupboards are bare. But listen, there’s a bakery a couple of streets away that sells these amazing bagels. Coffee’s not bad, either. Why don’t you go back to bed, and I’ll go out and grab us some.”

  “Or we can go together.”

  “Yeah, okay. They have tables outside. And it is a nice day.” The telephone on the wall just to his right then rang. “Hang on. I’ll just get this.” He answered the call. “Hello?”

  “Wheel, it’s me, Darcy,” was the rushed response.

  Daniel frowned at Darcy’s nickname for him. For the three years that he and Darcy had been friends, he still wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. “Are you okay? You sound a little out of breath.”

  “Do I? I can’t imagine why. Um, can I ask you a question? I’m in Silver Creek, and—”

  “Are you, now?” He chuckled, the reason for Darcy’s breathlessness quickly becoming as obvious as his hard cock. Darcy had crossed paths with a certain police officer. He asked the question anyway. “Have you met Matt yet?”

  “Yeah. That’s who I wanted to ask you about. Is he okay?”

  Daniel placed his hand over the receiver and spoke to Samantha. “It’s Darcy. She’s a friend of mine. We work together. You don’t mind me talking with her about Matt, do you, baby?”

  Samantha shook her head and stepped back. “No, of course not.”

  “Darcy, he’s more than okay. He’s a good friend, and I’d trust him with my life. I know he’s a cop, but you’ll have no problems with him. In fact, Matt is just what you need at the moment. He’s a fuck-’em-and-forget-’em kind of guy.” He winked at Samantha. “The L and R words are not in his vocabulary.”

  “R word?”

  “Relationship, Darcy!”

  “Oh, right.” There was the sound of a deep exhale of air. “Well, I might give him a try then.”

  “Enjoy the ride. And keep your arms and legs in the vehicle at all times.”

  “Droll, Ferris Wheel, very droll.”

  Laughing, Daniel replaced the receiver. “Darcy, like you, had a rough time with her last boyfriend,” he explained to Samantha, drawing her back into his arms. “She’s in need of some serious fun, and since Matt said all he’s interested in is hot sex…Well, they should get on like a house on—”

  He stopped when a tremor rippled the linoleum beneath his bare feet. A stronger one followed, clinking his display of branded shot glasses and swaying his kayak suspended from the ceiling above.

  Alarmed, Samantha’s eyes flew to the swinging kayak. “Is that thing safe?”

  “As safe as my earthquake-proof house,” he assured her. “I’d say that was a three-pointer. Nothing to worry about. We experience them all the time.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  She didn’t sound convinced. “You’re safe,” he again assured her. He threaded his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back and dropping a kiss on her exposed throat. “So, baby, for your first day in LA, and after we’ve had breakfast, what would you like to do?”

  Her emerald-green eyes shone with excitement. “Shopping!”

  Daniel pulled a face. “Do we have to?”

  She grinned. “You haven’t any food, Daniel.”

  “Oh, grocery shopping. Yeah, I can do that. We need condoms, anyway,” he added with a hunger-driven kiss that soon had her panting in his arms. “Are you wet for me, baby?” He dropped to his knees before her and lifted the hem of his pajama T-shirt. The dark chestnut pubes that hid her pussy were damp. He parted the curls with his thumbs, exposing her to him. Her musky scent filling his nostrils, he swept his tongue across her pussy in broad strokes before drawing her beaded clit between his teeth.

  “Daniel, I…”

  “Shhh, baby. I’m hungry. For you.”

  “I’m hungry, too, Daniel, but for food.”

  Something in Samantha’s tone told Daniel he wouldn’t be eating her pussy until later. Sighing, he gave her clit one last delicate nip and then rose to his feet. “Okay, point taken.”

  She smiled. “We’ll have breakfast at that bakery you told me about, and then after buying groceries…” Her smile turned sly. “…We’ll really hit the shops.”

  “Hit the shops, where?” he asked, instantly getting the feeling he wouldn’t be turning cartwheels at her answer.

  “Rodeo Drive!”

  Nope, definitely no cartwheels. Daniel grimaced. “Christ, what is it with women and shopping?” he grumbled as Samantha poked and prodded him back to the bedroom. “Jessica’s got more shoes than a blasted store, and still she buys more!”

  “Shoes aren’t my thing,” Samantha airily responded as she dressed.

  “Well, that’s all right then.”

  He continued to grumble while he pulled on faded jeans and a Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt. He stuck his feet into his sneakers, grabbed the VW keys from his dresser, and followed Samantha out the door, watching the enticing sway of her hips under her calf-length blue chambray skirt. Teamed with the scoop neck, white lace top she’d worn on his first night in Silver Creek, and her hair pinned into the topknot, he knew he’d be walking around with a permanent hard-on all day.

  Something other than his cock rose the moment Daniel stepped outside. The hairs on his arms. Goose bumps also pricked his skin. Opening the passenger door for Samantha, he quickly scanned the area, but again saw nobody. Even his nosy neighbor’s curtains weren’t twitching. Just who the fuck was watching and following him? And why?

  An ominous feeling developing in Daniel’s gut told him he wouldn’t have to wait long for the answers.

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  Samantha had quickly realized during their trip to Helena that Daniel, as with her brother, Matt, wasn’t a fan of shopping. What she hadn’t realized—probably because on that occasion he’d kept his opinions to himself—was how much of a whiner he was. Heavens, he grumbled about everything. Well, not so much when buying groceries and condoms at the supermarket, but as soon as they got to Rodeo Drive he started in earnest, finding fault with everything from the weather to the traffic, to the haughty designer boutiques and the snobby assistants.

  The designer boutiques she couldn’t really argue with—they were in the area of Beverly Hills known as the Golden Triangle—but she didn’t consider them haughty. They were just upscale labels. Neither did she find the assistants snobby. She tried to point this out, but Daniel huffed and puffed and moaned some more.

  He did, however, perk up a little at the exclusive lingerie boutique on Rodeo Drive that they were now in. A subtle flowery potpourri scented the air of the store, which was decorated with a wallpaper pattern of thin ribbons of pink and white, with clear glass shelving and chrome rails. Samantha thought the carefully arranged displays of bra and panty sets, babydolls, teddies, and slips were all beautiful, yet there was only one item that caught her eye.

  Taking the pink silk chemise from the rail—even the white padded silk hanger was beautiful—she showed it to Daniel, but he wasn’t paying attention because his eyes were on the middle-aged woman with coiffured brown hair and an equally coiffured pale-blue suit standing to one side rather like a sentry. Samantha had to admit the woman had quite a snooty air about her and was eyeing Daniel’s faded jeans and Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt with distaste.

  Samantha didn’t regard Daniel’s attire as distasteful. He was simply gorgeous. Moisture pooled between her legs, and her nipples became tight, achy points at the way the T-shirt stretched over Daniel’s muscular pecs. It was short-sleeved, too, and fitted nicely around his tanned biceps. And the way his faded denims hugged his rear…Heavens, she was glad the store had air-conditioning. It no longer shocked her that Daniel didn’t wear underwear. It gave her a thrill instead.