Time To Learn (Believe Book 3)

by Karen Ferry

  My cock twitches with lust at her proposal, and I take her lips in a quick, hard, wet kiss. My breathing speeds up and my whole body trembles at the thought of having her again. On a long moan, she melts in my arms, but before things get out of control, I end the kiss.

  As her eyes flutter open, I lick my lips.

  “Hell, yes.”

  30

  Kristian

  Patience might be a virtue, but as I wait for Laura to get ready, I couldn’t give a fuck.

  Not having her for a whole week has taken its toll on me, but it’s not just the physical part I’ve missed.

  It’s being denied holding her in my arms that’s the real torture, and I can’t wait to breathe her in, to feel the way her heart beats against mine, once again.

  “Are you sure that beast won’t take a bite out of me?” I ask her as she puts the line in my right hand.

  “It’s time the two of you got better acquainted,” she grins at me. “Besides, he’s not a beast—just a horse with a bruised heart, that’s all.”

  I narrow my eyes at her and attempt to tamp down the need inside me. Knowing that she won’t take over, I sigh lightly and turn my head to lock eyes with the horse in front of me. At least his aren’t angry anymore—only curious and calm.

  “Okay, boy,” I murmur as I take a step back. “Be a good lad and do as your mum tells you, yeah? Be good.”

  The further I walk, I let the line slip lightly through my hands until it grows taut.

  Affronted, I grimace.

  “Why isn’t he moving?” I ask Laura and glance quickly at her.

  She crosses her arms in front of her.

  “Well, you haven’t told him what you want yet. Cluck your tongue lightly, and he’ll follow.”

  I feel like a nutter, but do as she says.

  Thunder’s ears flicker at the sound I make, and when he moves towards me, I can’t help but grin.

  “See? Now, please take him out to Domino and Lady’s paddock for me while I clean up here.”

  Nervously, I turn my body as the horse gets closer and he stops at my right side.

  “Alone?” I ask her, slightly alarmed.

  “Sure, why not?” she asks, blinking innocently at me. But she doesn’t fool me—she’s enjoying this far too much.

  “Right,” I murmur and turn my back on her. “Please don’t embarrass me in front of my woman, Thunder. Deal?”

  The sound of Laura’s low laughter follows me all the way through the stables and outside. Surprised that he doesn’t make a move to run away from me, I take a firmer grip on the line, just in case he’s only playing nice for a couple of seconds.

  “Females,” I mutter to him, “they’re the strangest creatures. But what would you know about that, eh? Or maybe you do?” Quickly, I glance behind me and crane my neck, trying to get a look underneath his belly. I only catch a glimpse, but it’s enough to make me wince. “Yep, thought so. I feel sorry for you, I really do.”

  Thunder snorts and shakes his head lightly, and I get the strangest sense that he’s laughing at me right now.

  Why am I even talking to him?

  I focus on keeping a bit of distance between us and look up at the rainy clouds.

  “I hope that holds off for a while.”

  The paddock is only a couple of hundred metres away, but it feels like forever passes until we get there. Finally, we stop in front of the fence, and I move my hand up to his bridle and click off the line with the other hand before I open the gate.

  “There you go,” I murmur and release Thunder as he starts to fidget, no doubt eager to get out to the ponies.

  I let out a deep breath, relieved, when he gallops away and close the gate as quickly as I can. Now that I’m free to turn my attention back to the woman I desperately desire, I roll up the line and jog back to the stables. It’s time I show my wildcat that, sometimes, there’s a time and place for playing games—but this wasn’t one of them.

  She’ll love what I’m about to teach her, though. Oh, yes, she will.

  Laura

  My skin prickles when anticipation courses through my blood as I take the stairs up to Kristian’s flat two steps at a time. My hands shake so badly as I run to his shower and turn it on, I feel like a horny teenager. Quickly, I unzip my riding coat and try to make my fingers obey me, barely managing to suppress a frustrated groan when they slip on the buttons.

  “Fecking stupid little buggers.”

  Sighing, I leave the bathroom and bend down to remove my boots, but when I hear Kristian’s eager footsteps pounding up the stairs, my head snaps up.

  The feral glint in his eyes makes my breathing speed up, and slowly, I straighten my back as he prowls towards me.

  “You trust me, right?” he rumbles. The sound sends a shiver down my back.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  It’s not a lie, because I do. I trust him with everything that I am.

  “And you know I’ll never do anything to make you believe otherwise?”

  “Of course.”

  He stops in front of me, so close I have to crane my neck back as he towers before me. He bites his lower lip as his eyes rake down, over my half-open shirt, and back up again. Seeing him so worked up, his control slipping with each second that passes, sends a thrill through me like I’ve never felt before.

  The hint of danger, barely concealed behind his desire, is intoxicating.

  “Thank fuck, because I’m about to fuck you so hard, sweetheart. I’m in pure agony, barely holding on by a thread, but I need you to know…” He stops as I raise my hands and continue to unbutton my shirt. His eyes flash as he swallows, hard, and the gravelly tone of his voice when he speaks again makes my head spin.

  “I love you, Laura.”

  He does, I know it. I can see it. I feel it in every particle of my body and soul.

  “I love you, Kristian.”

  “Good.”

  He backs me up against the wall next to the bathroom, holding my eyes captive, and once my back hits it with a light bump, a low throbbing starts up in my core. Slowly, I peel off my shirt until it hangs loosely down my arms, stopping at my elbows. The sports bra I’m wearing is far from flattering, but the way Kristian is taking me in right now—with awe and lust—I might as well be covered in diamonds.

  “I need you, baby,” I let out on a trembling sigh. “I need you to show me that even though you love me, you’re not afraid to bend me to your will—and I need to show you that although I was broken before by another man, I’m not afraid to surrender to you.” He groans and frames my face, but I soldier on, needing to let out all the words I’ve held back for so long.

  “You healed me, Kristian. You stormed into my life and made me see you and your beautiful soul before I ever allowed you to see me.”

  “Stop talking.”

  He bends down until our lips are only a hair’s breadth from each other, and I can feel the small puffs of air he breathes fanning across mine.

  “I’m grateful,” I whisper, “because I never thought I would feel strong enough to take a chance on love again. But then you…”

  “Stop,” he growls, his eyes burning with such intensity, I have to catch my breath.

  I can’t stop. I have to finish the rest.

  “You pushed. You didn’t give up.”

  “If you weren’t in my arms right now, Laura, I’d still be pushing.”

  It’s the perfect answer, but what makes it even more so is the fact that I believe him.

  “I know. That’s what makes you wonderful to me.”

  On a strangled moan, he captures my mouth with his lips, and I cease thinking any coherent thoughts. The fire burns hotter between us than it has before, and I do my best to kick off my boots while not letting go of his arms.

  A full-blown shiver runs down my back as he pushes his tongue between my lips, sweeping in to hold me captive, and I shake off my shirt.

  “Shower. Now,” I pant when he lets me breathe again. He takes a step b
ack and tosses his jacket aside. When he untucks his long-sleeved shirt from his jeans and pulls it over over his head, I lick my lips at the sight of his abs contracting with the movement. Warmth rushes to my clit, the throbbing almost painful, and I push down my trousers and socks in one movement.

  I straighten my back and yelp when Kristian immediately picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.

  “Wait, you’re still half-dressed,” I laugh through my need when he opens the curtains hanging down over the side of the bath and carefully puts me down. I don’t care about getting my underwear all wet, but it can’t be comfortable for Kristian to still be in his jeans.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” he grumbles as he gets in after me. “I need your pussy, wildcat.”

  Wildcat.

  The sound of his nickname for me turns me on even more, and I back away, careful not to slip.

  “You know that practically ninety-seven percent of the Scottish population has an almost-fatal accident while showering, right?” I ask him, my voice husky, brimming with need. The steam in the room is getting so thick, I can hardly make him out anymore…except his eyes. The dark desire in them makes me tremble even more than I already am. He shakes his head but puts his hands firmly on my hips as he places me underneath the streaming water. I close my eyes and lean my head back, relishing in the warm water as it loosens up my muscles.

  “I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmurs softly. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispers close to my ear, eliciting a full-blown body tremble. “Let me worship you.”

  “I can do that. I think.”

  He chuckles, and I clench at the feel of his scruff on my neck.

  “Trust me. You won’t be able to keep them open anyway.”

  I tilt my head away from the spray and hold onto his strong arms. My sole focus is aimed at his mouth and the way he takes an excruciatingly long time to do just that.

  Worshipping me.

  His hands move from my hips to my buttocks, pushing me closer to his crotch hiding behind his jeans. My breathing speeds up as I feel the hardness of his cock pressing into my stomach, and I glide my hands up his arms until I find his wet hair. I curl my fingers around the ends, and wetness runs through my pussy at the sound of his groan. He nips me, hard, on my neck and I feel my skin break out in goose bumps.

  I keep my eyes closed when he releases the hold on my arse and runs his palms up my back, his mouth keeping up its relentless torture on my sensitive skin. I feel, more than hear, the snap as he unclasps my bra. My nipples harden as he removes it entirely, and I tug a little harder at his hair when I feel his head bend down, suppressing a moan as the water, then his mouth, touch the sensitive buds.

  “Impatient, are we?” Kristian mutters just before his mouth closes around my left nipple, and my flippant reply gets lost in a long sigh as he assaults it with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

  “Kristian, baby,” I pant as the pleasure-pain shoots down my chest and zeroes in on my clit, urging me to rub against him like a cat in heat.

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  “You’re going too slow,” I protest.

  “You don’t really mean that.”

  “But I…oh, crap.”

  I become lost in his touch when he pushes my knickers aside and enters my pussy with a long finger. Unable to speak, I push my hips closer towards him, silently asking him for more, and—thank God—he picks up on it at once. Aiming higher, he finds my sweet spot, and it becomes almost impossible to breathe as he begins to fuck me slowly. So achingly slowly, the burning sensation as he stretches my pussy wider becomes unbearable.

  It’s torture. Sweet, hot-as-sin torture.

  I can’t get enough.

  “I want to hear you scream, wildcat,” he growls against my breast. “I want you to fall to pieces as I fuck you with my fingers. Then I want to do it all over again, only with my mouth.”

  “Don’t stop talking,” I whisper frantically.

  “Does it turn you on to hear what I want to do to you?” His voice is so husky now, I barely recognise it. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “You’re every man’s fucking wet dream, wildcat, and you’re all mine.”

  I lift my right leg and hook it around his hip, mewling unintelligible words when he puts another finger inside me. Leaning my back further against the wall, I search blindly for something to hold onto.

  “Once you’ve come on my mouth,” Kristian starts again as his other hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers, holding my balance, “I want you so relaxed that you’ll take my cock in your arse. Will you give that to me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fucking perfect.”

  I feel his mouth slam down on mine and groan as he really starts to fuck my pussy.

  I hear nothing.

  I see nothing.

  I only feel him and his love for me when he makes me shatter completely, pushing me over the edge.

  “Yes,” he breathes against my lips, “come for me. Scream, wildcat.”

  “Kristian!” I shout when I topple over the cliff, stars blinding me behind my closed eyelids.

  He doesn’t give me much time to recover, because no sooner has my breathing turned less laboured than I feel his hands push down my knickers, and the water is turned off. My eyes pop open when I feel his mouth on my clit, and I look down.

  Watching him feasting on me, as if he finds it just as hot as I do, is indescribable. With one hand, he unbuckles his jeans, then pulls the zipper down, and my eyes widen when he frees his cock, the apa glinting at me.

  “Baby,” I breathe when he tugs at the apa, making his cock jump. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot.” He squeezes the head a bit before he takes a firmer grip, and another rush of wetness gathers between my legs as I watch him pleasure himself.

  I can’t decide which I’d rather watch the most—him going down on me or watch him getting himself off—but his groan pulls my eyes back to him.

  His burning eyes stare back at me, and I bite down on my lip when his tongue sets to work, teasing my aching core without mercy. He pushes my leg over his shoulder and I put my hands on his head, urging him to go faster.

  “I’ll never get enough of you,” I pant as he laps up my arousal. “Make me come, baby,” I plead, pushing his head closer to me. The orgasm hits me just as he nips at my clit, and while it’s not as powerful as the previous one, I can’t complain.

  His mouth stills on my clit, and as I caress his cheek, pushing him away from the sensitive skin, I lean down to kiss him. The taste of myself on his lips never bothers me, but when I move to deepen it, he pulls away.

  “Don’t,” I protest softly, “I wasn’t done kissing you.”

  Slowly, I open my eyes as he takes my hand and stands up. His breathing is ragged, making me glance down at his swollen cock.

  Then I remember what I said he could do to me, and I have to suppress a sliver of unease.

  “Sweetheart, I’m about to fucking explode like a pubescent boy,” he laughs, but there’s an edge to it I don’t think I’ve heard before. When he steps into my personal space and cups my cheeks, I blink up at him.

  “If you’ve changed your mind, it’s fine,” he whispers. “It doesn’t have to be today. Or tomorrow. Or in a month, for that matter.”

  Warmth settles in my heart at the intimacy of the moment, and the fact that he thinks only about my wellbeing makes the unease vanish.

  “I want to try,” I whisper shyly at him.

  I melt into his arms when his eyes gentle even more.

  “Really? You’re sure?”

  I nod and wrap my hand around his cock, relishing the long groan that rumbles from his chest.

  “Ready when you are,” I tease him as I squeeze it gently.

  31

  Kristian

  My heart is galloping in my chest. The trust my wildcat is placing in me is staggering—humbling—and such a fucking turn-on, I can barely see straight as I give her a towel to dry
off with before I take her hand. Slowly, I pull her after me out of the bathroom, hoping that by not rushing anything gives her the reassurance she needs that she can back out at any time if she changes her mind.

  We stop at the side of the bed and I turn to face her.

  The shy smile she gives me, along with her hair all wet, makes her look so much younger than she is. My cock twitches at the mere sight of her, but I try to tamp down the need inside that’s urging me to go fast instead of slowly.

  I bite down on my lip and let my hand fall from hers. Her eyes glance down at my hands as I start to tug the wet jeans down my hips.

  “Fuck,” I curse as the fabric almost chafes my skin, “remind me to remove my clothes completely the next time we do this.”

  I grin when she snorts. I can’t help it. The sun has come out after the heavy rain of the afternoon, enhancing the brown colour of her wet hair so it appears almost black, and her rosy cheeks are flushed.

  “I will,” she promises softly as she raises her head to meet my gaze once more. Her grey, stormy eyes that I once thought hid so many secrets, are completely open, laid bare. So many emotions swarm through them and I hardly dare blink for fear I’ll miss all of them.

  Excitement.

  Nerves.

  Passion.

  And…Love.

  I swallow the thickness that’s suddenly appeared in my throat.

  “At the risk of sounding like a schmuck from a movie—you take my breath away, sweetheart.”

  Her mouth pops open.

  “What?”

  I nod as I finally manage to get my soggy jeans off and quickly step out of them.

  “You heard me,” I smile at her. “Now, lie down on the bed, on your right side.”

  Her fingers holding the towel up curl into fists, but as she lets it fall, revealing her peaked nipples, I know she’s still placing her trust in me.

  She does as I say, never losing eye contact with me, and I wet my lips at the sight of her chest rising and falling from her heavy breathing. Still keeping her gaze locked with mine, I take a step to the side and lean down to open my bedside drawer. My hands close over the tube of lube right away, and I toss it lightly on the bed above her head.