True Blue Love: The Thorns, Book 3

by Melissa Lopez

  “They’re pretty though.” She grinned before leading him over to the elevator.

  Inside, he pushed the button for their floor while she backed into a corner. She took his hand once more to bring him closer.

  When she stood on tiptoe, he leaned down for a kiss. Eagerly, he sipped from the sweetness of her mouth. Her hands slipped over his shoulders. His free hand roamed up her thigh and under her dress. His fingers sought to discover if she wore any panties.

  “Miller.” She gasped, grabbing his exploring fingers. “You’re going to show someone my panties.”

  Straightening, he blinked. “We’re alone.”

  “There could be cameras.” Her dimples dazzled him, yet he snorted. Cameras?

  “Come on, Native.” She brushed past him.

  Like a well-trained hound, he followed the sway of her hips. Did she have panties beneath the dress?

  Inside their room, he set her belongings down. Wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans.

  Across the room, in front of the mirror, Kaycee fiddled with her hair.

  His prick swelled again, just watching her.

  Bloody fuck. He wasn’t used to this raging lust. The way she kept him aroused couldn’t be good for his blood pressure. Already he’d developed an appetite for her. Insatiable, he wanted to taste her, memorize her every response.

  This time, he moved to her and grasped her waist. His fingers knotted in the material of the dress, only to relax and caress her waist and hips. On a ragged breath, he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck. Her shoulder.

  She moaned at the feel of his mouth on her. Arched her arse back into his heavy prick. “Hmm…you made me feel delicious while you watched me.” Again, she rolled her arse back.

  He grunted, enjoying the feel of her round arse. On another thrust of her hips, his balls tingled a warning. She’d been teasing him all morning. Fingers trembling, he slipped them under the hem of her dress. The skin of her thighs was silky soft, as was that of her hips. His lips lingered on her throat, causing her to roll her head on a moan.

  The cloth of her panties caught on his fingers. He clasped the thin strips that stretched across her hips.

  “Oh, don’t tear the lace.” She grabbed his hands, rolled her arse back once more.

  His prick pulsed hotly. Need trembled through his body. He wanted to rip the fragile cloth to get to what was hidden beneath.

  “Come with me over to the bed.” She wiggled away from him, only to crawl up on the mattress.

  He followed her, latched onto one of her legs.

  She laughed and squirmed but he didn’t let her go. He flipped the dress up to reveal see-through lace that matched the dress she wore. The material did nothing to conceal her rounded arse. Another surge of arousal shot through his blood.

  Growling, he yanked the panties from her hips to unwrap her pretty arse.

  She helped him get them off her legs.

  Then Kaycee rolled over onto her back. She clutched at his shoulders as he moved to cover her. “Hmm, make love to me.” She lifted her head for a kiss. Her mouth was teasing and sweet against his. On a moan, she pulled his shirt up along his back. “Help me get this off you.” Again, she kissed him. “I want to feel your chest on my breasts.”

  Braced on a forearm, they worked his T-shirt off. Immediately, her hands roamed over his chest, and then his back when he readjusted his position over her to get the shirt off his other arm.

  Once he was settled, she hurriedly got the dress sleeves off her shoulders and arms to reveal her breasts. But she didn’t let him look his fill. Instead, she cradled his face in her hands and urged him down for another kiss. Her tongue and lips teased and toyed with his until he couldn’t breathe.

  He groaned at the feel of her warm body arching into his. He trembled at the feel of her hands caressing his body, her knees cradling him.

  “Oh, Miller…” Her lips nibbled at his. “I love kissing you, but I want you inside me now.” Her hands worked their way between them to try and get his pants undone.

  He shuddered and broke the contact of their bodies to do the chore himself. “Roll over.”

  She scrambled up onto her hands and knees. The dress bunched up on her waist.

  His hands shook as he put the protection on.

  Like a stallion would a mare, he covered her quivering body and pushed his strained muscle balls deep.

  “Oh…this feels so good.” Kaycee cried out and dropped her head down. “You make me feel so good…”

  Sweat broke out on his brow, his chest. He was bloody sure she was the one that made him feel good. Made fucking feel so bloody good. He couldn’t get enough of her company, her attention. And the sex…

  His balls tingled in need for release. Bloody fuck, he was close to the edge.

  “Miller…” Her hands balled the sheet up. “Don’t come yet.” She arched her arse up.

  Urgently, he set about bringing her pleasure. Gripping her hips, he held her in place while he thrust his prick in and out of her tight body. He fixated on her need. Her desire. The love sounds she made on every stroke of his rigid muscle drove him closer to release.

  Fighting for control, he bucked his hips, plunging deep over and over, pressing deeper still on every thrust of his prick. The momentum of his working hips increased on every slap of their skin.

  Kaycee’s cries echoed in his numbing mind. “Miller!” Her body teased, arched in climax as her inner muscles convulsed around his buried length.

  He groaned, thrust a final time and let go. His prick jerked on each stream of his come.

  Chest heaving, he managed to get his jeans back up over his arse before he collapsed beside her on the bed. She shifted over to rest her head on his shoulder. His arm went around her to hold her close.

  Her hand rested over his pounding heart. “Hmm, I want to do that again.” She leaned up to place a kiss on his jaw.

  As his prick swelled, he laughed roughly and rolled over to face her. Christ, she was going to kill him at this rate. And he wouldn’t have a single word of complaint as he approached death.

  “That’s a very nice sound.” She kissed him, her hands splayed on his chest.

  His lashes lowered at the brush of her lips on his mouth. Laughter wasn’t something he did. Had little reason in his world to laugh over. Kaycee made him feel young. Made him wish for impossible things.

  “So, can we?”

  He growled, wanting nothing more than to stay in the room all day fucking. But they needed lunch. And he had things he wanted to show her. Experiences he wanted to share with her. When she left him, he wanted her to have memories of him, of their time together.

  “Can we?” Another kiss played over his lips. “Can we?”

  “Eh.” He returned the embrace of her mouth. “Later. After lunch.”

  “Oh, you’re hungry?”

  “Eh, I worked up an appetite while you…” A grin tugged his lips up. “Enjoyed yourself.” Eh, she liked having him fuck her senseless.

  “Miller!” She ducked her head as laughter shook her shoulders. “I worked…some.”

  He snorted.

  “Miller!”

  With a hand, he lifted her head so he could see her face. A deep blush had spread over her cheeks. Unable to stop himself, he teased, “Eh, you kept your pretty arse up for me.”

  “Miller…” Though she bit her lower lip, her dimples showed. “I’ll do the work next time.”

  Knowing different, he grunted.

  “I will!” She pushed playfully at his shoulders. “Oh, you big tease, help me find my panties.” She wiggled, and he let her go.

  He found the scrap of material first under his shirt. He sniffed them, earning another cry from her.

  “Holy snap, Miller!” She reached for them. “Don’t smell them!”

  He inhaled again before she was able to get them from him.

  His chest heaved on both amusement and arousal. Her panties had smelled fine. More than fine. They’d been damp from he
r arousal.

  While he watched, she wiggled back into them, and then she adjusted her dress. Looking into the mirror, she shook her head. “You’ve wrinkled my dress.”

  A frown creased his brow. The dress was as seductive as it’d always been. He didn’t see any wrinkles. And if he had made any, they were well earned.

  In the mirror, she met his gaze. “You know if you don’t get out of that bed I’m going to crawl back into it.”

  “I’m up.” Reluctantly, he swung from the bed. “I’m up.” He had a full day of activities planned for them.

  Kaycee lay on her elbows, resting back on the blanket in a complete daze. In awe, she looked out at the ocean from Mindil Beach. Around them existed nothing but a tropical paradise.

  The country was so diverse.

  Miller had surprised her. After he’d shown her breathtaking mountain ranges and all the little pools hidden on them, he’d flown them on to Darwin instead of back to Alice Springs. For once, she’d been glad she tended to over-pack.

  He’d explained “the Alice” was Australia’s capital of crime, and she’d have a better time out here. All she’d been able to do was squeal in delight. Even now, she was giddy. It wasn’t just from the view. No, Miller kept surprising her time and again. How easily he made her feel special. And how comfortable she was with him.

  No matter what she did, she couldn’t get a grasp on her emotions. Her head hadn’t stopped buzzing with nervousness and excitement.

  And sadness.

  There was no forgetting the sadness. Because once they went to bed tonight, she’d have only one more night with Miller left.

  Time had never raced by so quickly in her life.

  She sighed. Things no longer felt casual with Miller. At least, not for her.

  If only…

  Her teeth caught her lower lip, and she gnawed on it. Now she was being silly. This was no more than a few days full of sexual gratification.

  And memories.

  Some of her best memories ever.

  “Get your fill?” Miller’s knuckles rubbed her hand. He didn’t turn to face her. Simply stayed in the same position she was in.

  “Dinner was delicious.” They’d shared a Greek platter. She licked her lips. The aromas of the marketplace tempted her taste buds. There’d been so much to decide between. “Lunch was yummy too.” The café they’d dined at earlier in the day had been something out of a fantasy.

  “Want to shop some more?”

  “Uh-uh.” Nope. Though she’d enjoyed exploring the arts and crafts wares, she was quite content here. She’d have picked up another trinket or two for her mom and little sister if she’d gone back. But every time she’d shown interest in something, Miller had bought it for her. That’d unsettled her a bit. He didn’t have to buy her things. This was casual. Nothing more.

  All she wanted was more of him.

  He stretched out, folding his hands under his head. She didn’t hesitate to snuggle up to him. She used the crook of his arm for a pillow and placed her hand on his broad chest.

  The sea breeze cooled their skin, and from her position she ogled the growing bulge in his pants. Her fingers caressed his chest as her own blood quickened with liquid fire. She scrunched her thighs together to hang on as the sweet sensations developed.

  Closing her eyes, she soaked in the atmosphere, along with Miller’s masculine scent. Dreamy and delicious. She shivered.

  “Cold?” His powerful arm came around her, his hand resting on her hip.

  “Not at all.” She listened to his exhale. His chest rose and fell in a deep breath. “Are we staying for the fireworks?”

  “Whatever you want, sheila.”

  Whatever I want. If only that were true. She’d suspend time and linger here with him a little longer.

  “Hmm.” Her nails raked over a flat nipple.

  He grunted and caught her teasing hand. “There’s Shenanigans Pub or a couple of clubs if you like that sort of thing.” His thumb rubbed back and forth over her knuckles, stimulating her skin. Who knew hands could be sensitive?

  She shifted up to rest her arm over his shoulder. She traced his strong jaw line with her fingertips. “I’ve never been into the club scene.” He closed his eyes as she continued to trace the lines of his handsome face. “How about you?”

  “Nope. Though, I’ve never turned down a bucket of piss.”

  Her nose curled. Though beer did taste bad enough to be called that. “So, you want to go to the pub then?”

  “Nope.”

  Gently, her fingertips lingered over his lips. She loved his mouth.

  Suddenly, he faked a bite.

  Yelping, she pulled her hand back in time at the clink of his teeth. She laughed, and slapped playfully at his chest. “You’re a bear, not a crocodile.”

  He kissed her fingertips when they returned to their play. “Sorry.”

  She snorted. He wasn’t the least bit sorry. In fact, there was the smallest lift to the corners of his mouth. Desire swelled her breasts.

  Oh, how she loved the look of amusement on him. She had a feeling he didn’t smile often. “So, we’re staying for the fireworks?”

  “Eh.”

  “I’ve had a wonderful day here.” She sighed wistfully. “I hate to see it end.”

  The hand on her hip massaged her back and bottom. “I’ve a feeling you’ll enjoy tomorrow even more.”

  “Oh, really?” She regarded his closed eyes.

  “Eh, I’ve another surprise planned.”

  Excitement and eagerness stole her breath. “Oh, I love surprises.” Warmth. Weakness constricted under her breast. He was doing it again. Making her feel special. Making her feel like this, they mattered.

  Lips aquiver, she pressed them to his mouth. This mattered. They mattered to her. She brushed his mouth with another kiss. “What is it?”

  A sound rumbled from his chest. “I’m pretty sure a surprise is kept secret.”

  She moaned, hating well-kept surprises. Her mom had always been so good at keeping gifts secret from her. And her sister had always taken evil enjoyment in teasing her with the fact she knew what mom had gotten her.

  What are the chances he’s not as good at secrets as mom is?

  Highly doubtful, she pouted. “Can I at least have a hint?”

  “Eh.” The corners of his lips turned up again. “You said you wanted to see a swimming hole, right?”

  “So, it’s someplace to swim?”

  “Eh.” His hand continued a steady rhythm on her body.

  “But not someplace we’ve been?”

  “Right.”

  “That’s not very helpful.” Australia was gigantic. She’d never be able to guess where he had in mind.

  “Nope.”

  “Humph.” She shifted back down to use him as a pillow. Restless, she worked her fingers under his shirt to run them in the mat of hair that covered his muscular chest.

  “Sheila.” He re-crossed his feet.

  She noted that when she caressed him, it made him a little crazy. Turned him on big time. A fact she liked a lot. So, she’d taken to doing it more and more. She loved touching his strapping body. The man shouldn’t do anything with a shirt on. She supposed some women might not like the hair that covered his chest and trailed down to his waist. To her, it made him more masculine.

  Best yet, every time she felt him, it sent a spark of arousal through her own system. She didn’t even try to understand her response to him. Only embraced it. Relished in the sweet sensations, the liquid heat.

  Her nail scraped over a hardened nipple. “So, is there anything I can do to earn another…more useful hint?”

  “What?” His breathing rough, he caught her wrist, trapping her hand under the material. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Hmm, if we weren’t on the beach smack dab in front of a crowd…” She folded her leg over his to snuggle closer. Her extended nipples poked at him through their clothes. Oh, she couldn’t get enough of teasing him. He was so
responsive to her touch. It gave her an incredible sense of power, of sex appeal. “I’d do something truly wicked.”

  “Wicked, eh?”

  “Oh, yes. So very wicked.” Her foot massaged his legs. “I’d use my tongue on that bulge in your pants.” Moisture pooled between her thighs.

  A growl rumbled out of his throat. His hand gripped her wrist more securely as if he feared she’d grab his cock. And she would have too. She might be able to get by with rubbing him in the semi-darkness of the beach.

  Not only did her touches make him crazy, but she’d noticed when she talked to him during foreplay or sex, it turned him on. She used that to her advantage now. “I wouldn’t be able to take much of it into my mouth.” She moaned, heat tightening the muscles in her stomach at the words. “But I’d try to stuff what I could in.”

  “Enough, sheila.” His chest heaved.

  “Do you want to go back to our room now?” she asked, half hoping he did.

  “Eh.” He swallowed, his hand once again caressing her hip. “But we’ll watch the show.”

  “Later we’ll make our own fireworks?”

  “Eh.”

  “And you’ll tell me what the surprise is?”

  “No.” Amusement rumbled in his chest.

  Purposefully, she released a long, drawn-out sigh. “You’re not going to give in, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  She hated surprises. “Well, I bet I can wear you down.”

  “Okay, sheila. I’ll give you another hint for persistence.”

  Chapter Five

  Miller stood waist deep in the pool of clear water. “Come on, sheila.” He beckoned to Kaycee. The Yank had been ecstatic until only moments ago.

  “Are you sure there are no crocodiles in this swimming hole?” She shielded her eyes to scan the water.

  Again, he gave a nod of his head. “It’s safe enough.”

  “I can take in Mother Nature’s splendor right here. The waterfall is lovely.” She waved her free hand. “Go on, I’ll scream if I see anything heading your way.”