Still Creek (The Cove Series Book 2)

by Leaona Luxx

  “Trust. Small word with a really big meaning. Can you trust my love, Thayer? Trust it enough to know that there’re some things I will never be able to share. Not because I don’t want you to know, but simply because I don’t want to remember.” Laying my hands on hers, holding her as closely as she’ll allow.

  “I don’t want you to hurt. Not everything needs a story, but if we’re ever going to create our own, we need a strong foundation, Hardy. Whatever Eric wants to be told, he’ll find a way to tell it. With or without your permission.” Thayer begins to pull away from me, but I tighten my grip on her hands. I can’t lose her, not now and not over this.

  “I promise you, I’ll tell you everything before we’re too old to fight about it. Sound good?” I ask as I release her hands and place my arms around her. She studies my eyes before finally nodding and burying her face into my neck, murmuring her promise.

  “I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to be here.” Her words give me the promise of more with her. More time. More love. It’s enough for now.

  Laying my hand on her face, she tilts her head into my touch, making my cock go wild. Taking her into my hands, I invade her mouth with my tongue. Battling our wills as we devour one another. She knows she drives me wild.

  Thayer begins to moan as my tongue follows her lower lip before I nip it between my teeth. Giggling as she pulls away, she leans just far enough away to look me in the eyes.

  “Sexual persuasion will not get you the break you’re looking for, buddy.” She starts wiggling so she might get away.

  “Hun, it’s all about the attempt. Let me show you.” Twisting her hair in my fingers, I grasp the nape of her neck, dragging her to me.

  Her breath hitches in her throat as her eyes darken, becoming full of desire. She wants me, against her better judgment, and she’s hoping I’ll take her, mark her, and make her mine. I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna try.

  “Thayer, I’m going to ruin you. You understand? I’m going to sink so far into you, there’ll never be another to compare.” Taking her mouth, I sink my tongue deep, the way I’m about to sink into her, fucking her with it as if I’m fucking her pussy. Knowing she’s as wet as her mouth right about now, makes me hard in an instant. Thayer pushes herself down on my thigh, grinding her wet shorts on my leg. She’s begging for release, but she’ll not get it that easy today. It’s time to up the ante.

  Kissing my way over to her ear, I whisper my plan for her. Her response is music to my ears. “I’m going to tie you down and lick every inch of your body until you’re squirming beneath me. And then, Thayer, I’m gonna eat your pussy until you come, before sliding deep into you, fucking you so hard, you’ll beg me to stop.”

  She trembles at my words as my touch causes goose bumps to run up her back where my hand lay against it. Her lips quiver as the warmth from my breath crosses her ear. Running the tip of my nose through her hair, I trail down her cheekbone, never breaking contact. Allowing my words and our heat to invade all of her senses.

  Her breathing becomes rough when I use my tongue to trace her bottom lip. Catching it between her teeth, her eyes snap open as heat explodes behind them. As if I could get harder, her lips part, releasing mine to utter words so incredibly sexy, she makes me shudder.

  “I’m yours. Always.” She takes my mouth by storm, pushes against my body so tightly, our breathing syncs.

  My hand slides down to her ass, grabbing it as I lift her. Encasing me in her luscious thighs as she moans into my mouth. Our tongues wind around each other, muffling my groans. Her mouth pressed against mine, her lips are crimson when she relinquishes.

  “You better never fucking forget that, Thayer. Always,” I growl as I strip her shorts off, tossing them to the side. She takes her shirt off while I make quick work of my pants, ripping my shirt over my head.

  Thayer lays before me, black lace panties and no bra. Her hair a mess but still in a semi fashioned knot on top of her head. Speaking of semi’s, my dick is about to explode, but knowing what just happened, what could happen, I’m going to take this slow. Burning her to my memory and myself into her.

  Crawling over her, I reach for the surprise I had stashed under the bed for her. Pink furry cuffs. Yeah, I’m gonna take it easy on my girl, but not for long. Her eyes light up when I let them dangle from my finger above her. She immediately begins to squirm. Thayer is hot as fuck right now.

  Laying the cuffs in her cleavage, she smiles. Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I pull her arms above her head, holding them there. Her chest rises and falls with every labored drag. Her eyes pop open as the first cuff snaps into place. A fierce desire runs deep in them, mirroring my want for her.

  Slipping the fur-covered metal through her wrought-iron headboard, I lock her down as she now lays stretched beneath me. Her body is toned and has curves making her the gorgeous woman she is. Full hips and creamy thighs begging to be wrapped around me. I’m more than willing to oblige, but first, I need to see if the cream is as sweet as the woman.

  My fingers trail her delicate skin as my mouth seeks purchase against her neck. Her pulse quickens when I begin to nuzzle her, and she pants with expectation. Quivering as I lay soft kisses under her jaw, moving up, I find her ear and tell her what’s coming next.

  “Do you want me to make you come, Thayer? Do you want to come on my tongue while I lick your pussy? You do, don’t you?” Catching her lobe between my teeth, I swipe my tongue over the captured flesh. To my satisfaction, she moans her words.

  “Yes, please.” I take pride in very little, but making her sound like that makes me damn happy.

  “Yes, please…what?” I ask as I sweep my wet tongue around her tight nipple. Bucking off the bed, she tells me what I want to hear.

  “Please, sir.” Her breathy groan diminishes to a sigh.

  “You’ve got it,” I answer her before I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as I swirl my tongue around it.

  She’s gorgeous when her eyes roll back, giving in to the feeling. Nipping at her body, painstakingly slow, I taste as many parts of her as possible. She’s sweet and salty, not surprising. She tastes as she is.

  Reaching the apex of her thigh, I drag my tongue along the junction of it and her pelvis. She moans in appreciation which makes me grin. Thayer’s as vocal during sex as she is any other time. Kissing her pussy lightly, she squirms from the contact. Probably from lack of the friction she is in need of so much.

  I wrap my hands around her knees, spreading her wide so I can fit between them. She strains from the suspense, making the metal from the cuffs clang on the bed rails. Such a fucking sweet sound, I could come right now.

  Thayer lays before me, outspread, her pussy perfectly level with my mouth. Dragging the tip of my tongue up her middle, collecting her wet desire of the sweet and salty combination, makes my cock bob with want. Glancing up at her as I sink inside, her eyes are hooded as she bites my favorite lip, making it grow crimson.

  Continuing to savor her, I slide a finger inside, working her as slowly as we both can take. She’s wild, gripping the sheets with her toes as she strains at her confinement. Suddenly, she digs her heels into the mattress making me respond by adding a second finger. Curving it up as I lick her pussy the same way.

  Sucking her clit between my lips, I rotate my tongue, working her into a frenzy. Her hips rise and her chin meets her chest as she becomes unhinged. She comes with a torrent of praises for me, making pre-cum slip from my head and run down my shaft.

  Taking a knee, I position myself just at the cusp of her pussy, wet and ready with need. Thayer’s breathing is still ragged when I pick her up by her thighs, readying her for me. I wait no longer. I slide hard and deep, filling her rapidly, making her gasp as she pulses around me.

  Starting a sensual pace, moving slowly so she might acclimate, I bring her up to speed. Grinding into her as she pulls at her cuffs, hoping for stability. Her shoulders pinned to the bed, I continue the almost punishing assault. Our breathing takes on
a labored staccato sounding off the walls around us.

  My mission: to own Thayer so completely she’ll never leave. She’ll never want to turn her back on me. To love her like no other person. Making her mine for eternity.

  Our climax hits us at the same time, her eyes locking onto mine as if she understands my intentions. Accepts my need of her, returning with a want of her own. Marking me as deeply as I have her. Knowing in this moment, we will never be the same again. Our love established firmly and beyond contestation.

  Unlocking her hands, I rub her arms down as we quietly drift to sleep. Never speaking of what we both know just happened. That if ever we part, the unmistakable love we share will forever stand. Always.

  We never spoke about the events of that evening after we made love. The understanding mutual, we’re together, come what may. We’re trying to build a solid foundation of love and trust, unshakeable from the outside.

  The next few months’ pass with a flurry of activity. Our relationship grows stronger as does our family. We watch as One and Lea hurdle obstacles to remain together.

  Lea has three children of her own, Aksel is her oldest at twenty, he’s been married to Emmerson for two years. Hawkins is nineteen. He’s been with his girlfriend, Willow, for several years now. And Latham is the youngest at eighteen, his girlfriend is Ryver.

  Spending time with these amazing people over the last few months has proven what a great job Lea has done with her children. One immediately fell in love with them all. We’re pleased to be an aunt and uncle.

  Every day we spend together, we become more and more inseparable. Rest assured in the love we share, knowing the foundation we’re building will last a lifetime. Confident in our love, we open our hearts to life.

  When you see one of us, the other is close by. We spend as much time together as humanly possible. Out for a drive one day, we find a narrow, dirt road. Wanting a few stolen moments for a quickie, we follow the path down to a clearing. A small pond sits to the left of the field. Brim is in abundance waiting for a hook, perfect for a relaxing day of fishing. Private enough to mess around.

  We slip away from time to time to go down to Still Creek. We picnic and play chase. We catch butterflies and watch the fireflies, hoping to bottle their magic for the future. Yes, we talk about our future, making plans for all the things we want. Talking for hours on end, Lulu playing in the field and chasing grasshoppers while we lay in each other’s arms. Falling deeper in love with each passing minute.

  These moments at Still Creek become a must as our day to day lives become hectic. Mayhem ensues around One and Lea, dragging everyone within arm’s reach into the melee. We get away from the world and all of its troubles by sneaking down to our private oasis every chance we get. Finding our own piece of happiness in the little clearing by the pond.

  One’s business is under scrutiny, site accidents have us all under the microscope. The state wants to pull his permits, but they haven’t found a thing we’ve done wrong. Someone seems to be out to harm either One or Lea. One’s recent hotel fire is being investigated, pulling the entire family under the scope. Lea had a car accident which seems to be no accident.

  The months continue to pass, and still, we are front and center for Lea and One as they struggle to hold on to one another. Showing us what real love can endure and teaching us that love means different things to different people.

  Like a runaway train, the strength it would take to stop love is immeasurable. It’s been said before: the heart wants what the heart wants. You may very well be damned for interfering in a love as strong as One and Lea’s.

  If love could be harnessed, it wouldn’t be as wild and crazy as it is. Never-ending and never dull. It flows and ebbs as the ocean. Calm one minute and raging the next. Trouble brings crashing waves, threatening to take you under. Suffocating you as it holds you to the bottom of the ocean.

  Love also rolls calmly onto the shore. Fresh and new with every wave bringing with it hope of a new day. Pushing and pulling until the sunrise brings warmth and a renewed spirit. Deep blue waves frothing into a white softness, calming all the dark skies.

  Love can lead you through many storms in life. Love can also hurt you so deeply, you can be left feeling you may never recover. Fighting a world that seems hell bent on keeping two people apart when it is obvious they are meant to be together.

  Love and scars were never meant to be hidden. They both show that you have lived a full life. Filled with happiness and heartbreak. Surviving what was meant to break you. Cutting you so deeply, survival is fleeting.

  Our family grow even larger with the arrival of their twins. Harlyn and Wren are born several weeks early but are absolutely perfect. One is bursting with pride.

  Before we can all settle into an ordinary life, though, Lea and One are once again thrown into the fire as we stand watching, our hands tied. We both feel helpless as our family is ripped apart. We hold tight to one another while the events around us prove to be so trying.

  One is held hostage by a stalker, hell bent on revenge. A woman once involved with One’s real father came to take his life. Revealing she had killed his father when he was only six months old. Not long after, One and Elise met Cal. Cal, my biological father, raised One as his. Not many realize One is my half-brother. Never try to tell us that, though, we don’t recognize the half word in this family.

  Thanks to Lea, she realizes who has taken him and rushes to save his life. Never a moment of hesitation to rescue her love, her life. Lea stands for One when he can’t, believing in their love.

  And soon, their impending nuptials send all of us into a tizzy of activity. Lea had dreamed of their beach-side wedding when she had given birth to their twins. Reminding One, she had loved him through the storm. She busied herself in making the wedding exactly as she dreamed.

  Looking back on the past few months, love grew all around us. We watched from the front lines, learning what it takes for love to survive all that can come against. Wave after wave, death and destruction pounded the shore where Lea and One stood, holding onto each other. Praying their love was strong enough to last. To withstand each storm, no matter the cost.

  Their love full of scars. Scars showing the hard fought battle they endured to get here, at this appointed time, to love one another forever. Both carrying bruises from past lives, Lea and One are the epitome of love. Never hiding the black and blue marks but sharing them.

  Allowing others to see it’s okay to be different, to need a different love. Everyone deserves love. Lea fought it for so long, thinking she wasn’t worthy of One. Believing she wasn’t worthy of love. Yet, One stood strong proving to her she was worth it and so much more.

  A love which is yours and yours alone. Crafted to fit your heart, your soul. Understanding and easy or fast and unyielding. Your love is the love you need. Whether it comes suddenly, in a whirlwind, or slow and easy. No one can write your love story, except you.

  If someone tells you it came too fast. Tell them you love fast cars. If they say you’re taking too long. Remind them how much you love long walks on the beach. If they argue it’s not worth the fight, show them how the waves fight one another to reach the shore. Never allow another person tell you how or who to love. It may be imperfect but to you, it’s the love of a lifetime.

  Seven months’ pass in a blur. It seems like yesterday, One was fighting for his life with Lea by his side. They’ve fought the good fight, and they have arrived at this appointed time.

  Envisioning the same love for ourselves, our scars making us who we are. A love that will endure all hell, we’ll fight the good fight to end up in one another’s arms for eternity.

  Even if the water breaks their banks and the flood comes, we’ll stand strong, knowing our love will survive. Seeing tomorrow in each other’s eyes, we without a doubt, will weather the storm. Never wondering where we’ll end up. We’re home.

  Lea is breathtaking. Each of her children are present to witness their family becoming whole. There
’s not a dry eye on the beach as she enters the ceremony, eyes bouncing from my brother to each of her children. Tears grace every face, including One’s. He’s bursting with happiness as Lea glows from within. Worlds colliding to fashion one beautiful existence for two people so deserving, I’m almost jealous. And somewhat worried.

  Hardy’s never spoken of the night Eric visited. After making love, we lay there, embracing for the entire night. Him holding me as if I would disappear. It troubles my heart that he has no more faith in me or our love, that he keeps his secrets so close. What bothers me more is his doubt that he could be loved in spite of it.

  Looking over at him, standing up for my brother, he doesn’t have a clue I would do the same for him. Stand still in the middle of the storm, whatever it may bring. He stares at me as if I haven’t a clue. Or is it, he knows that I know he’s hiding something so ugly, he can’t forgive himself for it, therefore, he can’t burden me. Or trust me to continue to stand, still and strong, as he needs.

  We dance under the evening stars, loving the small private jokes only we share. Secure in the fact love abounds. Delighted that we are given the chance to have the same opportunities, big or small as they may be, for happiness.

  But it is fleeting in the enormity of the hurricane rushing the shore we stand on. Washing away the very foundation we’ve built by hand all these months later. Loathing circumstance at this very moment, I prepare for the swell of the storm. The magnitude buckling my knees.

  Eric.

  Walking through the crowd, eyes narrowed on Hardy. His glare never leaving its target, he’s locked and loaded. What hell he’s brought makes me tremble, enough so Hardy’s attention is turned to where mine are locked. Eric waits for no introduction; he comes to destroy. It’s written on his face.

  “I told you, Hardy. I told you to tell her.” Calmly stating his position before unloading. Hardy turns on him in a rage, striking him. We watch as Eric hits the makeshift dance floor.