by Lea Hart
“As your king, I command you to enjoy what I’m about to do.”
Leaning over, she kissed him. “Go ahead then and command me.”
***
He rolled on his back and grinned. “Come sit on my face, babe.”
“Really?” she replied with a giggle.
“Don’t make me say it twice.” He watched her crawl slowly across his body and knew it was time to take control. Grabbing her by the hips, he moved her where he wanted her. “Don’t scream, no matter what I do.” He dug his fingers into her hips and brought her pussy to his mouth. Letting out a moan, he felt his cum drip from his cock as he took his first taste. He ate at her like a starving man and felt his control waver.
Her hips moved slowly as she dragged her sweet honey across his mouth. Licking it up, he groaned as it ran down his chin. Giving her clit some attention, he sucked it into his mouth and heard a strangled moan. That’s it, baby, show me how I own you, he thought as the sounds of her pleasure spurred him on.
Moving his hands to her ass, he worked her hips, so he could lick deep inside. She pulsed against his tongue. “That’s it, come all over my face; I want your cream all over me,” he said as he pulled his mouth away.
“Cole, it’s too much.”
“Never.” He rubbed her clit hard against his face and slipped a finger in, getting it nice and wet. Sneaking it back to her ass, he rubbed her there and heard her stifled moans. He sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed his finger through her tight ring, and she instantly came all over his chin.
It was too much, and he couldn’t hold his orgasm back. Her taste was too damn good, and he busted his nut and came all over his stomach as Kelly rode his mouth to her finish.
Helping her off his face, he watched her collapse on the bed. “I love the taste of you.”
“I can tell,” she replied as she ran her finger through the cum coating his stomach.
Moving over her, he supported his weight on his elbows and was turned on by seeing her scoop some of his cum on her finger and lick it off. “You like it?”
“Yeah…”
Not able to hold himself back, he moved his mouth over hers and tasted their combined juices. She pulled him close, and he moved his hips, positioning his still rock-hard cock at her opening. “Ready?”
“Always.”
He eased himself into her tight pussy and let out a long breath. “Feels too good, too tight, and too fucking perfect.”
“More,” she whispered as she shifted her hips.
“Get ready.” He picked up the pace and gave her what she needed. Thrusting himself balls deep, he looked down and saw his cock coated in her cream. “I love seeing that,” he whispered as he gave it to her hard. He was close, so he clenched his teeth and moved his hand to her clit. “I’m not going to last.” He gave her a pinch, and she unraveled as he gave her two more pumps. Feeling her sweet pussy squeeze him, he came hard and exploded inside her.
It might’ve been a minute or an hour before he emptied himself, he couldn’t be sure, but when he finally collapsed against her, he knew he’d lost his heart.
“I’m never going to think of this bedroom the same,” she said quietly against his shoulder.
He let out a small laugh. “Yeah, guess we christened it good.” Rolling on his side, he pulled her body against his. “Glad I came home with you.”
“Me too, Cole.”
Her hand moved to his chest, and she rested her head on his arm like a pillow, and he knew she was a minute away from passing out. Throwing his leg over hers, he held her close and sent up a thank you to whoever was responsible for bringing them together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Kelly hopped off the treadmill and sauntered over to Cole as he put down a set of weights. The sweat trailing down his chest made her lick her lips, and she wondered if she could talk him into making out before they left the gym. “Are you done?” she asked as she leaned against a piece of equipment.
“I could be if you’ve got something good in mind.”
Trailing her finger over his arm, she shrugged. “We could go find a spot to grope one another before we head home.”
Taking a step closer, he hauled her against his body and grabbed her ass. “This morning’s quickie didn’t satisfy you?”
Looping her arms around his neck, she looked up and noticed his ice-blue eyes were dancing with amusement. “It did; I just got turned on seeing you all pumped and sweaty.”
He dropped his mouth and grinned. “Show your king how you feel.”
She rose on her tiptoes and kissed him, feeling his hold tighten as his tongue traced her lips. Not able to deny his entreaty, she opened her mouth and was instantly consumed.
“You two need to get a room,” Anne announced loudly as she walked up.
Pulling her mouth away, she glanced over her shoulder. “He started it.”
“The way you were about to climb him like a tree makes me wonder if that’s true.”
Cole laughed and let Kelly go. “Your sister makes me lose control.”
“An important quality in a girlfriend.”
“Are you heading out?” Kelly asked.
“Yes, I need to get a couple of errands done before I get ready for the wedding.”
“All right, we’ll see you and Kevin at the church.”
“If you get there before us, grab some seats toward the back so we can gossip in peace.”
“Of course.” Anne blew a kiss and then walked toward the locker rooms. “Let’s go get a smoothie and then walk over to the farmers’ market.”
Cole guided her toward the front of the gym and gave her a once-over. “Does that mean we’re saving the groping until later?”
“Seems we should since my sister suggested I was about to hump you in the middle of the weights.”
Letting out a snort, he cupped her ass. “If only that were true.”
“Are you into public sex?”
“No, but I like the idea of you not being able to resist me.”
“It’s not an idea, Cole. It’s a fact.” They walked into the café and stood in line. “You never told me what you and mom were talking about this morning.”
“It wasn’t…”
“Kelly!”
Turning around, she sucked in a breath. “Sam?” Feeling Cole’s arm go around her shoulder, she shivered. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“Two years ago.” Turning her face into Cole’s chest, she slowly counted to ten. “I can’t believe I almost married him.”
“Is he as uptight as he looks?”
“His workout shirt is ironed; what do you think?”
“You want to do this now or wait until the wedding?”
Turning her head, she shrugged. “Not sure.”
“Let’s go and get it over with, so when we run into him at the wedding, it won’t be a big deal.”
“You’re right.” Feeling her heart flutter, she stepped out of line with Cole attached to her side. Plastering a smile on her face, she walked toward Sam and studied the man who shattered her and the woman at his side.
Why did she ever consider marrying him?
His patrician good looks made her stomach turn as she remembered how cruel he’d been. Thanking God silently for dodging the bullet that would’ve been their marriage, she let out a breath. She wrapped her hand around Cole’s waist and felt the warmth of his skin settle her nerves.
“Kelly, what a surprise.”
“Hello, Sam.”
“It’s great to see you.”
“In what universe?” she asked herself silently. “This is my boyfriend, Cole McCallan.”
Sam slid his arm around the woman standing next to him. “Nice to meet you, Cole.”
Cole tipped his chin and remained silent, and Kelly decided it was probably best since he hated bullshit. She put her hand out to the woman and smiled. “We haven’t met.” When she got a sneer in response, she dro
pped her hand moved closer to Cole.
Letting out a fake laugh, Sam slapped his leg. “My bad, this is my wife, Greta.”
Everyone nodded, and Kelly knew Greta and Sam were perfect for one another. She looked down at the woman’s hand and thought the ring she was wearing looked suspiciously like the one she’d been given when Sam proposed.
Had the man recycled the ring?
Who did that?
Apparently, one who ended an engagement via email.
“So, are you still living in Arizona?” Sam asked as he crossed his arms.
“No, we live in Las Vegas,” Cole responded. “Where do you two live?”
“We’re in Washington. My family has a winery and Sam works with my father,” Greta replied.
“How nice,” Kelly commented.
“Wasn’t where I saw my career heading, but those are the sacrifices you make for love.” He tried to take Greta’s hand, but she shook him off. “Isn’t that right, honey?”
When Greta remained mute, Kelly decided the reunion was over. “We’re going to head out.”
Cole nodded to the couple and then took Kelly’s hand, leading her toward the exit. “Let’s grab a smoothie somewhere else.”
“Sounds good.” They walked out of the gym and Kelly looked down the street. “There’s a Jamba Juice.”
“Lead the way, babe.”
Once they were halfway down the block, she stopped him and pulled him next to a building. “That was so weird.”
“Could’ve been worse.”
“Not sure how.”
“We could’ve had that meeting in front of all the wedding guests and had people placing bets on who was going to come out on top.”
“Guess that’s true.” Feeling the sun beat down on her head, she let out a breath. “I think she’s wearing the same ring he gave me.”
“No shit.”
“I’m not positive, but it looks very similar.”
“Nothing says I love you like a recycled engagement ring,” Cole commented.
“I’m glad you came, but I realize I could’ve handled seeing him on my own. I don’t know why I built it up to be such a big thing.” Taking his hand, she pressed it against her face. “I’m such an idiot. We got into that big fight for nothing.”
“You’re no such thing. We were going to have to deal with the issue at some point, and I’m glad we got it out of the way. I had to face those demons of not being good enough left over from my youth, and this gave me a chance.”
“That’s a very positive spin.”
“It’s not a spin. As far as I can tell, being in a relationship means you get to deal with shit whether you want to or not. You were scared that my player past dictated my future and I didn’t want to put myself in a position of being rejected.”
“That’s true.” Looking up, she felt not only admiration for the man before her but something probably very close to love. “Thank you for taking me on.”
“Couldn’t help myself, babe.” He lifted their entwined hands and kissed her knuckles. “For the first time in my life, I see something down the road that’s more than work. I see a life filled with love, hard-fought battles, hot sex, a couple of rugrats, and, Lord willing, a ton of laughter.”
“I like that view, Cole.” Leaning her head against his arm, she looked up. “You think we have what it takes to make it possible?”
“Yeah, but it’s not going to be easy.”
She nodded and then started walking. “I don’t mind.”
They stopped in front of the Jamba Juice, and Cole held the door open. “Either do I.”
“Thank you, my king.”
“Always, my queen.”
Laughing, she walked past him and felt his hand on her ass and knew if she could manage a life with Cole, she’d be damn lucky.”
***
Cole walked downstairs and wondered if Kelly’s parents had returned; hearing voices in the kitchen, he had his answer. As he entered, he saw them both look up, and hoped at some point they would approve of their daughter’s choice. “Hello.”
“Don’t you look handsome,” Caroline commented as she placed a block of cheese on a wood board. “I’m putting together a few snacks, so you kids can have some fortification before you head out.”
Ron stood and headed over to the wet bar in the corner. “They’re going to need a drink if they hope to get through the full mass.”
Cole laughed and took a seat at the island. “Didn’t realize we were in for the whole show this afternoon.”
“The Taylors believe in all the traditions, and there is no way they’d let their only daughter escape experiencing every single one of them.”
Seeing the look of distaste on Caroline’s face almost had him snorting, but since he didn’t know where she landed on the subject, he held himself back. “I was in the Marines for ten years, so I get the tradition thing. A full mass shouldn’t do us in.”
“You’re a better man than me,” Ron commented as he poured two generous glasses of scotch. He handed one to Cole and nodded. “Slainte.”
“Slainte,” Cole responded. “I didn’t realize you were of Irish descent.”
“Grandparents came over, so I’m third generation. Caroline has an Irish mother and a Spanish father. So, if you ever wonder where the kids’ fire comes from,” he pointed his glass as his wife and grinned, “my lovely wife is responsible.”
“That certainly makes sense, considering how easygoing all the people from Ireland are. No fire in their blood,” Caroline replied.
Ron walked around the island and took his wife in a tight embrace. “Yours is a lot better than mine.” He kissed her soundly and then grinned. “When are we going to get rid of all these kids again?”
Caroline patted his cheek. “Before you know it.”
Cole sipped his scotch and once again realized he’d love to have what the Morrises had. They’d been married for thirty-eight years, according to Kelly, and as far as he could tell, they were not done with one another yet.
“I hope Father Farris is performing the ceremony because his sermons are the shortest,” Caroline commented as she moved her husband’s hand.
“Either way, it shouldn’t be too painful,” Cole responded.
“Isn’t that ass, Sam, supposed to show?” Ron asked as he took a seat next to Cole.
“Yes, it’s his brother’s wedding, so he’ll certainly be there,” Caroline responded as she frowned. “Can’t tell you how happy we are that Kelly avoided that disaster.” She added a small bowl of olives to the board and then wiped her hands. “He was the vilest man, with all his posturing and fake bravado.” She looked at Cole and grimaced. “He was not our sort of people, and I thank God we didn’t have to pretend to tolerate him.”
Ron leaned over, “My wife hates hypocrites and posers. She barely made it through the few meals we had to share with him.” Lifting his drink in Cole’s direction, he grinned. “So happy our girl got her head straightened out and brought home a good man. We like you, Cole, and are happy to have you around.”
Feeling his chest tighten, he nodded. “Appreciate that, sir. Kelly is very special, and I’m optimistic about where things are headed.”
“If you need me to talk to her, just let me know,” Caroline said as she added crackers to the board.
“Dear, that never helps,” Ron replied as he snitched an olive from the bowl.
“We ran into Sam and his wife at the gym, and Greta looked like she was about to spit nails, so I’m guessing we won’t have to suffer through another conversation.” Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Kelly come down the stairs. He stood and walked over, taking her hand. “Damn, babe, you look incredible.”
“This old thing.” She ran her hand down her dress and smiled. “Just a little something I had in the back of my closet.”
“That’s a revenge dress, meant to make any man regret ever letting you go.”
She looked up and smiled. “Or make the man who’s got you remember ho
w lucky he is.”
“Always. A king never forgets how important his queen is. Can’t have a kingdom if there’s nothing to fight for.” He stepped back and whistled. “That red dress is going to keep me on my toes tonight. Good thing I brought an extra sword, so I can fight off the interlopers.”
“You two are adorable,” Caroline exclaimed.
“Mom, we may be too old to be adorable.”
Cole slid his arm around her waist and snorted. “Speak for yourself, woman.”
“Come and sit down and enjoy a drink before you have to take on Helen Taylor’s wedding machinations,” Ron commented as he poured glasses of wine for the women.
“Do we have time for two?” Kelly commented as she took the glass from her dad.
“Beyond the full Catholic mass, what do we have to look forward to?” Cole asked as he took Kelly’s hand as she sat.
“The reception is at the country club, so I imagine there will be a lot of pomp and circumstance that has little to do with what the bride and groom want.”
“You can count on it,” Caroline commented before sipping her wine.
“This is hazardous duty, and you will be compensated appropriately,” Kelly said as she grabbed a cracker.
“Might have a few ideas on how that can happen,” he replied quietly. Looking over, he saw Kelly’s cheeks flush and knew he had a lot to look forward to. Hell, any regular day together was enough to make him an optimist.
“So, what are you two doing tonight?” Kelly asked her parents.
“We’re going to have an early dinner at Cascone’s and then watch Netflix and chill,” Ron commented as he took a piece of cheese.
Kelly choked and let out a laugh. “Dad, do you even know what that means?”
“I certainly do, young lady.”
Cole looked into his drink and did his best to suppress a smile. “Babe, what time do we need to leave?” He watched her drag her eyes away from her parents and raise her eyebrows. “Leave it alone.”
“You’re right.” Blinking several times, she looked at the clock on the wall. “We should go in five minutes.”
He drained his drink and smiled. “Ready when you are.”
