Stiff_A Graves Family Romance

by Kim Linwood

  I don’t want to pull away, but I also want him out of his pants. Putting my hands under his jaw, I pull him up to me. We kiss briefly before it’s my turn to drag myself down his chest, kissing and nibbling. As I pass, I swipe my tongue around his nipple. He rewards me with a soft groan and a whispered, “Fuck.”

  “We’d better hurry if we don’t want to get caught,” I say with a grin before sliding my hands down his chest until I find his belt and undo it. A zip and a tug are all it takes to leave him standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. A pair of bulging boxer briefs. “Is all that for me?” I ask, stroking my finger down the pulsing outline. “You’re… huge.”

  He laughs. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”

  “I can tell you without lying that I’ve said it to every guy in this room.” And with that, I grab the elastic with both hands and drop to the floor, taking his underwear all the way down with me and leaving him exposed in all his glory. He bounces free, proving there was no false advertising in the bulge. I take him in my hand, barely able to reach my fingers all the way around his pulsing shaft.

  Carter groans at my touch. “Watch out. You’re working with loaded artillery there.”

  Licking my lips, I glance up to watch his expression as I give him a teasing stroke. “Like this?”

  He groans again. “Up here.” Taking my hand away from his magnificent cock, he pulls me to my feet and then spins me around to press my back against the nearest casket. A casket that probably retails for more than the trade-in on my car.

  “Carter, we shouldn’t—”

  “Don’t care. Not right now. Fuck.” He pulls my pencil skirt right up my legs until it’s bunched around my hips. “I can’t wait. Not anymore.”

  He kicks off his shoes and steps out of the rest of his clothes before kneeling down between my legs and pulling my panties to the side. I drive my hands into his hair, reveling in the feel of his curls between my fingers and not entirely sure if I’m going to push him away or hold him in place. “Maybe we should—”

  My words get lost as his tongue parts my folds, sliding up to flick right over my little nub that’s standing eagerly at attention. There’s nothing left to say except things like “more” and “right there.” With a strong grip on my thigh, he holds me open and does it again, making my eyes roll back and coaxing out a moan much louder than is probably safe.

  God, he’s good at this. He wasn’t kidding about his mouth.

  “Carter,” I whisper softly, every muscle in my body tightening a little more with each lick, each touch, each broad swipe of his amazing tongue.

  “You taste like a fucking angel.” He grins up at me, looking awfully proud of himself.

  I yank him back down. “Then don’t stop, you idiot.”

  He laughs, the soft rumble and rush of air tickling my sensitized skin before he puts me out of my misery and gets back to making me quiver and moan.

  Who cares about getting caught? Not this girl. I’m happy right where I am, and more importantly, with Carter right where he is.

  He keeps at it until my breath is coming in shorter and shorter gasps, and my grip on his hair is so tight I’m a little worried about finding bald spots later. There’s a very, very short second where I almost laugh at the mental image of Carter with two bare spots on his head, one on either side. As if he senses my moment of distraction, he swirls his tongue around my clit before sucking hard and working it fast. Immediately, I forget everything about anything other than the wonderful things he’s doing to my body.

  And I mean really wonderful.

  Hot tremors run over my skin like I’m in danger of coming apart at the seams. I shudder as he works me, and then nearly fall as he slides a finger right up into my slick wetness. Between his mouth and my own juices, I’m more than ready for that and more. God, it feels so good, his tongue and hand working in concert to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

  He moans against me, as if there’s nothing he’d rather be doing and knowing he’s enjoying himself sends me right to the edge. The air in this room is so thin I can barely get a breath, and my whole body shakes as my muscles pull tight. A groan works its way up my chest and then I’m holding on for dear life as I come against Carter’s face.

  He doesn’t stop, just holds me in place while his mouth continues to work its magic between my legs. The intensity of the sensations is too much and perfect at the same time, quickly driving me from ecstasy to desperation. I whine quietly, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming. My thighs squeeze together, trapping his head while my orgasm runs its course.

  Finally, he relents and eases back onto his heels. He smirks, his face glistening with my juices and his curly hair a total mess, courtesy of my frantic gripping and pulling. I tug him to his feet, eager to get him close, and also to wipe that smug look off his face. It puts his steely cock pointing right at me, clear in its intentions.

  Locking eyes with him, I whisper softly, “Fuck me.”

  23

  Carter

  Sadie watches me intently as I grab for my jacket and check the inside pocket.

  “Shit,” I spit out under my breath, trying desperately to remember if I have a condom with me or not. My fingers close around the little packet in relief and I give her a smile, holding it up.

  The room isn’t very big and most of the horizontal surfaces are taken up by massive casket displays, but I find an unused table behind me. Sweeping an arm across the top, I knock off the papers stacked on it, making room for someone much more interesting.

  Sadie and I lock gazes again, apparently thinking the exact same thing, because a second later I’ve covered the top with my jacket and she’s moaning into my mouth as I press her down beneath me.

  God, she feels good against me. There’s no fucking way I could resist her even if I wanted to, which I absolutely don’t. The way she looks right now with her skin flushed, her body soft and yielding and nothing but desire in her eyes… shit. If people could figure out how to bottle the way that makes me feel, it would outsell Viagra ten to one.

  I roll on the condom with one hand as I pay a little attention to her tightly beaded nipples. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I whisper.

  She reaches down between us and lightly wraps her fingers around me, her deft touch giving me shivers. “Oh, I think I do.”

  “Guide me inside you.” My voice sounds rough, even to my own ears.

  Her thighs spread a little farther, giving me an amazing view of Sadie placing my cock right at her entrance. I push forward, but she’s tight. So fucking tight.

  “Wait,” Sadie gasps. “I need a second. You’re… It’s been a while, okay?”

  “I’m what?” I prod shamelessly.

  “You’re a little more gifted than I’m used to.”

  My inner caveman pounds his chest, but outward I try to act patient. “We can take this as easy as you need. I’m not here to hurt you.” I lean down and put my mouth right next to her ear. “Unless that’s what you want.” I let my teeth graze her neck, nipping lightly at the soft spot where it meets her shoulder.

  “Mmmmm, you’re bad,” she says, half groaning the words.

  “So bad it’s good.” And then I ease forwards again, slowly and deliberately.

  Sadie’s eyes close and her head tilts back. Her throat works as she swallows. Her lips are barely parted, and her chest rises and falls rapidly below me as I slip inside slowly, inch by inch. The feel of her squeezing me from the inside is as tight as a goddamn vise.

  “You all right?” It’s taking all of my concentration to not just let go and thrust hard and deep.

  She nods. “Mmhm. Better than all right.”

  I wrap my hands around her waist, holding her still. Our eyes lock while I slide the rest of the way, until she’s taken all of me and my hips are flush with hers. “That’s it, beautiful.”

  Sadie’s sexy little tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “God, that’s…” She trails off,
reaching between us to explore. Her fingers touch my stomach, then follow the trail down towards where we’re joined. Deep inside, her muscles flex, rippling along my length and making me groan with the effort of holding still.

  “Can I move yet?”

  Her husky laugh goes straight to my cock.

  I take that as encouragement, pulling my hips back slowly and relishing the look of bliss on her face. Her hands go to my lower back, short, trimmed nails digging in and driving me to move faster. I kiss her mouth, taking advantage of her already parted lips and loving the way she kisses me back without a hint of restraint.

  We move together, or bodies dancing this ancient rhythm like they were made for each other. And maybe they were. In spite of our rather unconventional circumstances, everything feels perfect. Especially the way her hot, wet sex drives me out of my mind.

  Tightening my hold around her waist, I shift the angle of my penetration until our kiss is broken by her sudden gasp. As much as I miss her mouth, I can’t regret its loss when she uses it to order, “Just fuck me, Carter. Please!”

  “Your wish is my command,” I tease.

  Sadie’s gorgeous breasts bounce with my thrusts and her moans spur me on into a hard and fast rhythm that neither of us will be able to maintain for long. If I could live out the rest of my life in this moment, I would, because she’s heaven wrapped around my cock.

  Her flushed face smiles faintly while her eyes are half-closed in pleasure. Right there and then, I vow to make this happen over and over again, because she’s way too sweet for only one taste.

  “Play with yourself. Let me watch while you make yourself come.” At my command, her eyes pop back open and widen in shock. Her flush deepens, spreading down her chest. She looks like she’s going to refuse, but when I pull out almost to the point of slipping out and then glide back in slow and deep, she groans and her hand hesitantly dips down between us. Slender fingers slide over her slit and around my shaft, exploring where we’re joined. It feels fucking fantastic.

  “I’ve never… done this before,” she stammers in a breathy voice, her words interrupted by the force of our thrusting. “With someone watching… I mean.”

  I move a hand from her hip, combing my fingers into her soft, brown hair and holding her head so she’s looking right at me. “That’s a damn shame, because you’re the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

  She lets out a guttural growl and arches her back as her internal muscles do their best to lock my cock deep inside. “Fuck…” she hisses, nearly sending me over the edge.

  “Come for me, baby. Let me watch you come all over my cock,” I whisper, holding her gaze as the sound of flesh against flesh echoes all around us in the small room.

  And she does.

  Sadie’s body goes tight beneath me, her eyes tearing away from mine as her face contorts in pleasure and a deep half-groan, half-scream is torn from her throat. The orgasm hits her so hard she’s gasping for air as she comes apart around my cock.

  Sexy, beautiful, fucking amazing.

  I finally let go, shuddering in relief as the strength of her orgasm pulls me right over the edge. With one last powerful thrust, I spill inside her, grateful for, but hating the barrier between us. Skin to skin, this just might’ve killed me, but what a fucking way to go.

  With slow, deliberate thrusts, I bring us back to earth and put my hands on either side of her head, lowering myself to brush a kiss over her forehead. “Holy shit.”

  She nods, eyes closed. “That sounds about right.”

  “So can I safely assume that you’re going to stop denying there’s something between us?”

  One chocolate brown eye opens and gives me a critical look. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

  I laugh quietly. “I’ll try, but given my track record on staying out of trouble with you, I can’t promise anything.” I shift my hips just a little.

  Sadie sucks in a quick breath. “Stop that! God, I’m so sensitive right now.” She looks around at the display models. “I can’t believe we just did this.”

  “Really? Because I knew from the moment I saw you that this was exactly where I wanted to be.”

  “Buck naked in a room full of caskets?”

  “Now who’s ruining the moment?” I growl, mock biting her on the neck and getting another little gasping moan for my effort.

  Just as we’re getting ready to stand, a loud voice booms in the hall outside. “I think you’ll find that Hoffmeister can offer a level of quality far superior to your regular brand.”

  Sadie and I stare at each other in horror, instantly scrambling apart and frantically trying to gather all of our clothes. The voice was right outside. There’s no time to get dressed and out of this situation with our dignity intact.

  “Shh. Quick,” I whisper, kicking our clothes under the bottom tray of one of the tables. There’s no other way out, so I can only think of one thing to do and she’s not going to like it. “Come on.”

  I drag her to the farthest casket, prying open the lid and putting out a hand to give her a boost.

  “Are you crazy?” she hisses.

  “Do you have any better ideas?” I can virtually see her brain scrambling for options and landing on the same answer I did.

  With a look of intense distress on her face, she puts her foot in my hands and I boost her into the satin lined interior, then follow right after, pulling it shut the best I can. It’s a roomy model and the table’s sturdy enough to hold us, but even still, with me on top of her, the lid’s resting right on my bare ass.

  “You can never, ever tell anyone about this,” Sadie whispers in panic.

  “Shh.”

  The door opens.

  “And here’s our selection, Vinnie, so new that it’s not even on…” The man trails off, while we hardly dare breathe. He sniffs loudly.

  Oh fuck.

  “Uh, as I was saying. These beauties aren’t even on our website yet. We’re rolling them out for the reveal later this afternoon, but I heard you were leaving early and I wanted you to see what’s coming.”

  “I sure appreciate that, Chad. I really do. They’re steep, but your prices are reasonable for what you get. Thanks for giving me this opportunity.” There’s some rustling as the two of them move around in the room.

  The tiny sliver of light let in by my back propping up the lid isn’t enough to see the look on Sadie’s face, but I’m assuming her glare would turn me to stone if it could. A hand comes down on top of our hiding place. I hold my breath and pray the thunk didn’t sound off enough to be suspicious.

  “I’d like to order one like this for our showroom, Chad. And that one with the cherry finish over there.”

  “Great. I’m glad we had something for you.” Chad’s pleasure at making a sale is evident. “Do you have to leave right away or do you have time for a drink?”

  “Well, I should be getting back, but…”

  Someone leans against the lid of our casket and the only thing keeping the lid from squeezing completely shut is my ass. Suddenly leg day takes on a whole new level of importance. I clench, trying to keep everything stable, and then the weight is off again.

  A moment later, the door to the hall opens and shuts, but we stay where we are for another tense couple minutes before carefully raising the lid and confirming that we are in fact alone.

  “Sneaking in here was a horrible idea.” Sadie grunts as she pulls herself up out of the casket.

  I smother a laugh and hold out a hand to help.

  “Is something about this funny to you?”

  Not an idiot, I shake my head. “Nope.”

  “What?”

  “Fine. I was just thinking that you are the sexiest zombie I’ve ever seen.”

  Sadie’s mouth drops open.

  “Hey, you asked.”

  We stare at each other. Panic over, the reality of the situation settles in. We’re naked as jaybirds, embarrassed as hell, and more than a little punch drunk after our narrow escape.


  But fuck if I wouldn’t do it again in a heartbeat. I grin.

  “Easy, tiger.” Sadie laughs when she notices me rising to the occasion. “We have to get back out there before anything else goes wrong.” She goes to the table hiding our clothes, then leans down and pulls them out.

  I stand back to enjoy the view for a second before helping. “So when’s our next date?

  She starts to get dressed. “Oh, you’re that sure that there’s going to be one? I’m not so sure.”

  And here I thought we were doing well. “Listen, I think—” I glance up from putting on my pants to find her grinning at me. “Right. Very funny.” Sadie drops to the floor again, scanning under all the tables. “Missing something?”

  “Yeah, my panties.”

  No matter how hard we look, neither of us can find them. Finally, we have to admit that they’re gone. I don’t mind the idea of Sadie spending the rest of the day bare under her skirt, but she seems less thrilled.

  “I bet one of those guys took them,” she grumbles. “Damn panty snatchers.”

  I put my hand on the door latch and turn to her with a serious expression on my face. “But we’re still okay, right?”

  “What do you mean?” Sadie looks at me confused, her fingers combing the telltale tangles out of her hair.

  “You and me, after all that’s happened, I just wanted to make sure that you losing your panties wasn’t, well, you know…”

  “Huh?”

  Keeping a straight face is hard, but I manage. “The last nail in the coffin.”

  She blinks at me before bursting out laughing and leaving of the room.

  24

  Sadie

  “Why would I want to try something else? I wouldn’t be caught dead in anything but a Mustang.” Brandon says defensively, facing down a really worked up Zoe.

  Carter and I sneaked back into the convention center, only to find a major conflict brewing. Hopefully nobody noticed we were gone a little longer than expected. Zoe and Brandon certainly won’t, because they’re too busy gesticulating at each other over the taped off line between our allotted zones.