She didn’t think she could be any plainer, any more direct, yet still he hesitated. “Touch it?” he asked. “Or lick it? Suck it?”
He gave a particularly good twist to her nipples then, and she begged. “Danny. Please. Have mercy.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” If his face lit with victory, she didn’t see it. She was tossing her head, bucking up, letting him know without words what she needed. The next time she lifted her hips, he hooked her pajama pants at the waist and slid them down, just far enough.
Enough for her clit to peek through and for his tongue to—oh, his tongue…
Haidee climaxed right away. He knew exactly what to do with that tongue, pressing, stroking, foraging. He kept his hands busy at her breasts and, just like that, she was gone. She convulsed, bucking wildly on the bed, totally lost to it. What she thought would last seconds went on and on. He drove her higher, further, as he drew her clit into his mouth and tortured it, tongued it. As he released one breast to push his fingers up between her legs, entering her pussy with the cloth of her pajamas pulling right along, chafing her.
Crying out, she wallowed in the pleasure of it, jerking and spasming, wailing. Even as she came down, she shivered, aftershocks of pleasure shuddering through her. “Oh. Oh, God.”
He moved. He moved her. She barely had her head about her and just passively let him have his way with her body. Distantly, she was aware that he stripped her bottoms off. That he lifted and removed his own.
And that when he settled, over her, between her legs again, he’d impaled her with his cock.
* * * *
Jesus. Danya held himself on his forearms. It was an almighty struggle to master himself. One, two, three thrusts into her and he’d be a goner, cum blasting out of his cock like a damn volcano, no doubt bursting through that condom he’d slipped on when he’d visited Haidee’s bathroom and made use of her toothbrush.
He’d been hard half the night, and every minute since he came back from the bathroom and snuggled up behind her.
She was a wild thing. He’d hardly touched her clit—honest to God, had barely done more than breathe on it when she started hollering out that spectacular orgasm. Yeah, he’d had a hint of it last night—a big hint. The girl rocked, sexually speaking. But both his brothers had been smashing their big dicks into her—just about any woman who survived it would be screaming her head off.
This was different. This was he and Haidee and no over-the-top sexual envelope-pushing. He’d made fervent but pretty simple love to her. And she’d responded like she’d had need simmering at the breaking point for a year, not like she’d been double-fucked crazy just a few hours before.
She’d fucking seduced him. Her responsiveness was so appealing, so stimulatingly erotic that he’d nearly fucked himself out on the bed while he had his mouth on her. He had such a hard-on for her that he barely took time to get a look at her pretty little pussy when he’d torn her clothes off. He had looked, though, a glance, anyway. She was pink and wet and tiny, and if he hadn’t seen her ride those two big cocks the night before, he’d have thought shoving into her like he had would have been impossible.
But he’d been out of his mind with need, and so he’d thrust right in and there he was. In. Fucking. Heaven.
She was tight and hot and fit him fucking perfectly. He held there, breathing hard with his face over her shoulder, buried in the bedding, and tried not to move. Because when he came inside her, he wanted her getting off, too, and, at the moment, the tiniest move was likely to blow that plan all to hell.
He shuddered out a few more breaths then lifted his head to take a gander. She looked a little dazed, and he wasn’t sure if it was because she was still coming down from that big, fat, rocking O or because she came back from it to find herself speared by his gigantic cock. Just sayin’.
Her pretty gray eyes cleared a little.
He figured she had to know, but he had to say it. “I’m inside you.”
She nodded slowly, and he was very tempted to tell her not to move—she was taking a big chance. “I know.”
See? He’d thought so. His gaze moved down to her lips and that was kind of a mistake, too. Her lips were—well, hot. He played it safe and went back to her eyes. “It feels fucking great.” She nodded again, and he took that for encouragement. “Nothing in my life has ever felt this good.” He was talking kind of quick, between rough breaths.
Those eyes—they were almost a mistake, too. They searched his, and he’d swear he could feel it in his dick.
“I fucking mean it. Not my first roller-coaster ride. Not the day I soloed. Not the times I first barrel-rolled or back-flipped a helo.”
He thought he saw a quirk of humor in her eyes, and he tried to get back on task. “Do you need me to go on?”
Slowly shaking her head, she gave him a soft smile, and he’d never seen anything lovelier. “It feels good to me, too, Danny. You feel very good to me.”
He just about had himself under control. “I think I need to fuck you now, Haidee.”
“I think I’m going to like that, Danny.”
That was good news. “Keep looking at me, Haidee.” He could come, just looking into her eyes.
“I will.”
With a groan, he backed out and then rode his way back in. It was every bit as good as he expected. He held again, taking another shot at gathering the reins. “Jesus.”
He couldn’t hold himself up. Honest to God, his arms were shaking like he was seizing. He lowered himself to her side, turning her head with his hand so they were still face-to-face. Then he slid it to her breast and squeezed her nipple until she arched and moaned.
That was it. She was in it, too, and that was it for him. Just it. He held her breast, working her nipple, and let himself loose. He thrust and thrust, humping up over her now, finding he did have strength, at least enough to hold himself above her on one arm. She did what he’d asked and followed his lead so she was facing him, keeping her eyes glued to his. Like they could drown inside each other’s eyes.
He reached with his free hand to hook her knee and pull it up. Again, she took her cue and brought her other leg up, too, wrapping them both around him and giving him some encouragement with her heels dug into his ass.
He fucked her like it was monkey sex, mindless and primal. Animalistic, like they didn’t have higher brains that loaded sex with emotion and meaning and crap. Like they had no brains at all, just this basic, driving need.
Pounding into her, needing to somehow get deeper, he came up on his knees. She stuck with him, clinging like his she-monkey with her legs wrapped around him. He helped out, moving his hand to grip her ass. He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t, that his fingers went right to her butthole and slipped in.
She arched a bit—he didn’t know, maybe it was unexpected to her, too. But she didn’t seem to really mind. Her gray eyes sparked to silver, and she screeched out a little breath that sounded worried at first but then just seemed to be hot and bothered. He bothered her some more, digging those fingers in and reaming around some.
None of that kept him from those wild fucks. Like it was on autopilot, his body just kept thrashing into her. He was over her, in her, possessing and possessed. Connected, made as one, in a way he’d never really experienced before. Full bore carnal but also, somehow mystical. Almost holy. Or maybe all the way holy.
He was shaking as his orgasm built. He moved his hand at her shoulder to get a grasp at her head, twisting his fingers into her hair in a way that was probably painful. He reamed her hard, and thrust hard, and he saw her go over. She stayed with him, her gaze deep into his, even as she started to convulse, even as she started to scream.
Danya was the one who finally gave in. He dropped his head, mouth open and teeth scraping against her shoulder. He humped hard, his knees giving out, his body just flailing on top of her, into her, as he came. It was explosive, consuming, annihilating. His cum burst through his cock and—too damn late—through the condom. The p
leasure of it roared through his body and out his throat. Every muscle he owned convulsed, and he was left collapsed, spastic, mindless, fucked out.
Pretty sure something less than an hour had passed, he finally gathered himself enough to pull out of her and plop himself over to her side. He cast a glance down to confirm what he knew was true, and saw his dick, somewhat flaccid but still good and long, unapologetically poking through the broken condom.
He took ahold of Haidee’s hand. They were both looking up at the ceiling, still working at catching their breath.
Squeezing her hand, he ’fessed up. “The condom broke.”
“I thought that might be the case.”
He peeked over and was relieved to see a little smile on her lips. “How bad is that?”
“Well,” she said, and he fucking loved her dry tone. “It’s not bad for you. I’m on birth control, and I got tested before I left Arizona.”
For obvious reasons, he knew he was to understand. “I get tested every year,” he put in. “And I never have sex without a condom.”
She turned her head to look at him, and he manned up and looked back. “How often do you have one break?”
Watching her eyes, he shook his head. “Never.”
She lifted a brow, and he loved that, too. “Never, except for…”
He shrugged. “You have to admit, that was pretty spectacular sex. I mean, I’m not sure the condom’s been invented that could stand up to what we just did.”
She rolled up on her side, and he laughed when she walloped him. He was lucky she was laughing, too. He was very fucking lucky, all things told.
With as much discretion as he could, he tugged the embarrassing excuse for a condom off and dropped it over the side of the bed. Then he took hold of the hand that had whacked him and pulled it around his shoulder. That brought her closer over him, and they sobered as they looked at each other. “It was spectacular,” he said, very fucking seriously. He had a couple—three, to be exact—additional serious words that he just barely held back.
“It was,” she agreed.
“How good is your birth control?”
“Very—I have an IUD.”
“Then, I think we’re okay.”
“Yes, we are, Danny.” Those gray eyes hovered, and he could just fall right into them. “Thank you.”
He thought he knew where she was going and found he didn’t really want to hear it. “For those two orgasms I gave you? Or was it three? Did you sneak a little one in there and try to pretend you didn’t? Come on, honey, tell the truth, now.”
She was smiling, but he hadn’t distracted her all the way. “I mean it, Danny. You made me feel better. You made me feel…not horrible. Thank you.”
He slipped his fingers into that gorgeous hair and tugged a little. “You are very, very far from horrible. I think we should both decide to never think again about what happened last night.”
“I’d be surprised if you could do that.”
He noticed that she was making no commitment for herself about it at all. “I have amazing powers of forgetfulness.”
“Selective amnesia?”
Danya nodded. “It’s remarkably useful—you should work on it.”
Haidee smiled but he could tell her heart wasn’t all the way in it. He tugged her down so she tucked into him again. They were quiet for a moment while he just enjoyed himself running his fingers through her hair, kissing her hand, and then holding it against his chest. His heart. “I’m not going to be seeing anyone else, Haidee. I’m not going to be with anyone else.”
She didn’t keep him waiting, God bless her. “I’m not going to see anyone else. I’m not going to be with anyone else.”
He kissed her hand again and gave it a little nip. “Good. And now—I have some flying to do. I’ve got to go.”
“Okay.”
She sat up, and he went up on his elbow to look at her, stopping her as she started to turn away. “It’s okay to ask me when I’ll be back.”
A blush touched her cheeks, but she stood up to it. “When will you be back?”
“Probably around six, but I’ll be on call until morning.”
Haidee nodded.
“And then, I ask you when you’re working.”
She took a little sigh before she answered. “I’m on call twenty-four on and then twenty-four off, with longer stints either off or on over weekends. Weekdays, on my call shifts, if I’m not busy, I work eleven to seven or so in the emergency room.”
He got it. Her work life was just as irregular as his. She’d flown an ambulance trip with Vashi yesterday, so—“You’re off today, then?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like to see you when I get back to town.”
“If your call is quiet.” She got it, too.
“Yeah. That’s pretty much how I’d like this to be, Haid. If I’m not working and you’re not working, I’m going to want to be with you.”
“That seems, um, kind of early in…” She petered out.
“Our relationship? I’m not afraid of those words.” And, yeah. This didn’t feel like the kind of love Lev claimed he fell into every other month. “It’s how I feel. It’s what I want. Is it different, for you?”
He was holding her hand, trying hard not to clutch at it, and she kept him waiting far longer than he liked. He was suppressing a growl by the time she finally answered.
“It’s not different. I like you, Danya. I want to be with you. I just…”
“You’re still caught up about that sexual bender you were on last night, aren’t you?”
She smiled wryly and rolled her eyes heavenward. “‘Sexual bender.’”
“It’s all it was. You should get over it. And, if it’s going to get in the way of you and me, I’m really, seriously asking you to get over it. Begging.”
“I was with your brothers, Danny. Two of them.” She paused, an obvious, horrible thought entering her head. “There aren’t any more of you, are there?”
He fucking couldn’t help it. The question put the image in his mind of Haidee Wells and three Vanchenko brothers. He suppressed it as quickly as he could. “No.”
“You really think you can get over it?”
“I am over it. It happened when we weren’t together. I’d like to think we are together now. And I’ve pretty much always had the policy that what a woman did before I was with her is not my business. I have, after all, had sexual relationships before you, too.”
She looked up at him and kind of grimaced out a smile. “With two women at a time?”
“I am so not answering that question.”
Sighing, she turned away.
Danya rolled out of bed and came around to pull her to her feet. He brought her close so she might not notice what was happening with his dick, but then she was too close and…what the hell. He reached down between them and brought his boner up so it could nestle comfortably while he held her. “Do you need me to tell you some wild misadventure I’ve had, so you can feel you’re no worse a skank than I am?”
That brought an actual grin. “I’d be ever so grateful a skank.”
God, he liked her. “Well, if I did that, we’d then have to do something with this—” He rutted into her. “And I’m afraid I just don’t have time for it at the moment.”
He kissed her and then turned away quick, but her words followed him. “Tonight, then.”
He nodded without turning, knowing enough to never expect to have the last word with a woman.
Chapter Six
For the next month, Danya had his way. Haidee was with him most of the time that they were both free. It might have worried her a little, their closeness, the intense attachment of it, if not for the fact that one or both of them were working most of the time. Her schedule was crazy enough, but Van’s Flying Service was having a busy end of summer.
He told her he loved her two weeks into it—sooner than she’d have said the words, but not sooner than she felt them. Of course, she said them back
on that day, because he badgered her into it.
She’d tried to tell him it didn’t count unless she said it voluntarily, but he said, oh, it counts.
Unless she was lying, he said, with a stern lift to his brow.
She wasn’t lying. The love they made after that was spectacularly sweet, though no less rowdy than ever.
He never told her his worst skank story, but he’d tease her with it sometimes. He’d say, “Once I was with a woman, and I turned her like this…” And he’d turn Haidee, and touch her, and fill her. That was how he’d given her a second introduction to anal sex.
She’d learned to deep-throat him that way, too. “Once I was in a woman’s mouth…”
They went out sometimes, though they avoided the bar in town where the pilots and flight crews tended to hang out. They hiked and mountain-biked and kayaked. Danya knew all the best places for those activities and liked sharing them with her. He clearly loved the land around them—both from the air, as she’d seen when flying with him, and boots on the ground.
The nights they had together they spent at Haidee’s place. Danya kept urging her to “get over it,” but she just couldn’t face going back to his home.
She saw each of the brothers, though, on ambulance trips. It was inevitable, though nearly two weeks passed before it happened. She didn’t ask, but she was pretty sure Danny had maneuvered that. The two of them flew four flights together—and she joined the mile high club—before she ran into another Vanchenko brother.
It was Lev first. They were airlifting someone from a messy MVA just west on I-90. The call was urgent, so Lev was occupied with getting the helo in the air, and Haidee and Landry were busy setting up their equipment. There really wasn’t time for much more than a shared look and a nod between them. But, throughout the short flight, she was aware of Lev’s broad shoulders at the stick.
The patient was critical—they lost him in the end, after three days in the ICU—and so she had no time to think of anything else at all on the way back. They set down right on the medical center helipad in this case—they’d used the lighter Vanchenko helo, and the matter was urgent—so Lev had lifted off to return to the airport as soon as they offloaded.
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