by Kaliana Cole
He was about to slide into a woman, his woman, the way nature intended, nothing between his flesh and hers but the fluids of their mutual arousal.
Hard fingers clenched on the giving flesh in his hands as he backed her into the wall. “Lay back there, and you can watch all you want.” One by one he lifted his hands and placed her legs so her knees hooked over his elbows and splayed her wide, his big hands still cupping the sweet roundness of her rear.
He tilted her hips away from the wall, lining her up with the erection that had risen above horizontal, pointing the way it wished to go. He kissed her hard and then leant his head against hers, both sets of eyes resting hungrily on their flesh that was about to become one.
She sucked in her breath as his cockhead kissed her swollen cunt, but the groan was all his as he pushed through the slick portal and her juices flowed over his bare skin, sweeter than heaven and hotter than the gates of hell.
“So fuckin’ good.”
He pushed in all the way, watched her body take him in, welcome his intrusion. As the last piece of light between them was banished he kissed her, deeply, as if his very life depended on plundering her mouth. The summery taste of her pussy echoed back at him, making him hungry for more. Gasping for breath, he pulled away, touching their foreheads together once more.
“Watch, darlin’, watch me love you.” He slid all the way from her hot embrace, letting her tight gate tug at his rim for a sweet eternity before he pulled free. He could feel her gaze burning his cock as he slid back in. Again and again he repeated the taunting full withdrawal, wanting to relish the scorching intimacy, the smoldering carnality.
It was good. It was too damn good. With a curse he plunged deep and repositioned his hands. He wanted her close, wanted to feel the full body embrace as her legs wrapped his hips and her breasts rubbed his skin. He pounded relentlessly. Her wet, malleable flesh took all he had and welcomed more.
“Oh, God, Ty. I’m gonna come,” Emma wailed.
“Come for me, Em, let me feel you milk me.” He felt her motions become more circular as she strived to climax. He helped her, grinding into her harshly as his cum began to boil, surging up his steely shaft.
The first spasm squeezed his cock as his load shot from it, bathing her womb with fiery jets of molten seed. Again and again she clenched him as his release ripped through him, his back arching with the power of his spend. He shuddered as she melted around him, her body going boneless with exhaustion and pleasure.
Un-fucking-believable.
He staggered back into a kitchen chair, legs too weak to stand. Emma didn’t seem to mind. She just snuggled closer, her heartbeat faster and lighter than the prominent thud of his, a symphony of repletion he could get used to.
He held her tight as they both relearned how to breathe, absorbing the feel of skin on skin. Sweat clung to their bodies. Ty felt a little tongue taste the beaded moisture on his collarbone and smiled. Emma was becoming a real sensualist. Taste, texture, smell, she wanted to experience it all.
“Ty?”
“Mmm?”
“I’ve discovered there is a real downside to you not taking the wet patch with you.”
“There is?” Emma wriggled and he felt moisture track down his balls. Oh. That downside. “Small price to pay,” he assured her.
“I can tell you’re not the one who has to go home with no panties.” Sharp teeth nipped at his chest.
“Come on. We’ll go and have a shower.” Ty laughed at the comical way she screwed up her nose as he uncoupled their bodies. That was a mess to be proud of. He hiked up his jeans enough to toe his boots off and followed Emma’s bare ass to the shower. Hell, he’d follow that anywhere.
Colby’s voice reached him from the back door. “Are Mommy and Daddy finished making up? Can I come back in now?” Ty laughed and ignored him, pulling the bathroom door closed. How long the idiot would wait outside was anybody’s guess.
* * * *
Tucked into her big bed all by herself again, Emma nonetheless had a smile on her face. She had lost count of the orgasms Ty had wrung from her body this afternoon. She should be exhausted, but happiness kept her awake. She hadn’t realized just how much the Whelans had become central to her existence. Her life truly hadn’t been complete without them. So why wasn’t she in their bed?
Circumstances had moved their relationship on at the speed of light. Emma wanted to lay back and savor the journey, to create memories and experience the thrill of anticipation without the threat of a madman hanging over her head.
Hawkins was gone.
He was under heavy guard in intensive care. It was not known if he would pull through or not. No less than four slugs had been dug out of him. Two of those were Andy Calhoun’s.
She had closed that chapter of her life. Blank pages awaited, anxious for ink. If they all were filled with the passion and heat of this afternoon, it would be a short book but a steamy one.
But it wasn’t the sex alone. It was time spent working with a lover’s head on her lap, it was listening to the beat of another’s heart as they watched a movie. It was being teased and ribbed about burning breakfast. The small intimacies that formed the foundation of any successful relationship.
After showering with Ty this afternoon, she had found her clothes neatly folded on the bed. Colby must have put them there, but he didn’t try to get a bit, too, the way she thought he might. He just kissed her temple as she was leaving and asked if he could call her tomorrow. Even Zach, who had pulled in the drive as she was getting in the Beemer, just gave her a quick hug and said he would see her later.
The pressure was gone, and she was free to proceed at her own pace. The only problem was that her body had a different idea of a leisurely courtship than her mind did.
Secret yearnings would surface. The need to be totally possessed, to feel the heat of her men fill her in every way possible, to have them slake their lusts upon her and drive her to that very point she feared. The one where all thought was lost and only the most submissive part of her brain held sway.
She wanted them to trigger that primitive female survival mechanism that welcomed a conquering horde with open arms and open legs. In a primordial world where the fittest thrived, the stronger a mate, the stronger the child. A female had to be conquered to be convinced her mate was worthy.
Emma knew that it was only a matter of time, but she wanted to drag every inch of pleasure out of the journey. And in this case there was a whole stack of inches to go around.
That thought put a bigger smile on her face, one that still curled her lips as slumber took her.
Chapter 13
Zach smiled widely into the security camera as he waited for Emma to buzz him through the gate, a warm breeze blowing through the open window. He had every reason to.
He had beat Colby out of bed this morning and given Emma a call to ask her if she would like to go for a drive with him this afternoon. It had been a truly evil grin on his face when Colby had gotten off the phone an hour later after asking her exactly the same thing.
All was fair in love and war.
He had been smiling since Colb had called yesterday to tell him he was sitting outside listening to the sweetest sound on God’s green earth. It hadn’t taken him more than two seconds to work out what that was. His main amazement had been that Colb was outside at all. The youngest Whelan just didn’t have that kind of self control, but Zach was proud he had contained his need for instant gratification on that occasion.
It had been Ty that won her heart first. It was only fair that he get to handle the making up bit. Although Zach would have loved to see Em put the bruise on the big bastard’s chest that he had flashed with such pride this morning.
It had taken every ounce of Zach’s self control not to take a swing when he had learned exactly why Ty had been screening Emma and most of their bodies. He had no use for martyrs and nor, apparently, did Emma.
The gates slid back on well-oiled hinges, admitting him to the gravele
d drive. He drove straight up to the house, parking in front of the main entrance. His eyes nearly fell out of his head when Emma appeared wearing a flirty little sundress.
Not once in the three years Em had lived in the Springs had he seen her in a dress. He’d seen her wear shorts in summer, but never a dress or skirt. He leaned over and opened the door. If he got out to do it he’d have her up against the side of the truck in a heartbeat, balls deep and to hell with whoever might see them.
“Get that look off your face, Zach Whelan,” she demanded, climbing in without flashing him once, much to his disappointment.
“What look?” He tried for innocence but fell far short.
“The big-bad-wolf-eyeing-off-the-little-lamb look.” Hazel eyes pinned him with an arch little look, but he could see amusement hovering around the corners of her glossy lips.
“This is that look?”
“Uh-huh.” Yep, that was definitely amusement.
“Don’t hold me responsible. You do look good enough to eat.” Her endearing blush shot straight to his heart.
Emma sniffed and ignored him. “So where are we going?” she asked as he headed back down the drive.
“For a drive.”
She gave that reply the look it deserved.
Zach grinned before expounding, “Have you ever been to the caves?” He was pleased when she shook her head. “There’s a self-guided tour there. I thought we might start with that.”
Emma looked down at what she was wearing, her smile rueful. “At least I wore flats.”
Zach followed her gaze all the way down her shapely leg to the cork-bottomed sandal and promptly veered off the driveway.
“Watch the road!”
He veered back on. “Sorry, hon. I’m a little distracted. That’s a lovely dress.”
“Maybe we should go back so I can change into jeans.”
Zach thought about what it was going to be like helping her up the ladders. “No, the dress is just fine.”
“You’re wearing that look again, Zach.”
Resolutely he watched the road. “How’s your hand today?”
He saw her rub the heel automatically before dropping it to her lap. “It’s fine.” Her voice was distinctly dry, daring him to continue that line of questioning. He left it alone.
“How is the new book coming along?” He looked for a subject that would get his mind off pulling over and finding out what she was wearing under that dress.
“Back on track, I should have it ready for the first edit next week.”
He didn’t have to ask what had taken it off track. All of their work had suffered during her absence too. “Who does the editing?”
“Beth has first read and she is great for story line work. She always picks up any discrepancies I’ve missed.”
“I know she doesn’t miss a trick.” Zach had quite a few memories of being caught out when up to no good.
“And after we work through her suggestions, it goes to my editor for proper editing. Occasionally I have to do rewrites of sections, and then it goes off to the publishers.”
“Who are they?”
“Nice try.”
“I thought so.” He smiled as he turned off on the back road leading to the caves. She was just so much fun to be around. He loved her little laugh, her sense of humor, and God knew he loved looking at her. His world was so much better for her being a part of it.
“Did you set Colby up this morning?” That was definitely accusation there.
“I wouldn’t say I set him up. There was just a small breakdown in communications.”
How one raised eyebrow could convey amused disbelief was a mystery to him. “As in…?”
“As in I neglected to communicate at all.” He made sure that was accompanied by his best smile, the one that could melt the frostiest old matron.
“I see. I thought that might have been the case. That’s why I said I would spend all day tomorrow with him.”
“No wonder he didn’t say anything, the little shit.”
“It might teach you to play fair. I am not a bone to be fought over, you know.”
“No, you’re much more succulent than that.”
“Zach!”
“Ouch! No wonder Ty’s all bruised up. You don’t hit like a girl,” he accused, cradling his ribs.
“My father made sure I could look after myself. He spent a fortune on self-defense lessons.” Zach loved the wicked little grin that curled her lips. “There is nothing quite as satisfying as belting the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it.”
“Nothing?” Zach’s eyebrows quirked as he pulled into a parking slot at the cave’s sparsely populated car park. Midweek, the tourist destination saw a lot less traffic than on weekends and school holidays, and other than the ranger’s vehicle, not one of the others parked there were locals.
“Well, almost nothing.” Red kissed her cheeks, and her hazel eyes sparkled as she opened the door and stepped down from his truck. Zach refrained from rubbing his hands together with glee like some cartoon villain. This was going to be so much fun.
He grabbed the small pack off the parcel shelf and followed the gaily painted dress swishing toward the reception office. He caught up as she read the signs on the window.
“I’ll be right back.” Zach promised her, big hand sliding across her hip as he passed. He almost missed a step when he didn’t feel any panty line and he heard her snigger.
He had a little trouble with the door. Push versus pull was nuclear physics caliber when all your blood had just attempted to migrate in one fell swoop.
He was blinking back at her when Jory Raines cleared his throat, laughter crinkling the big forest ranger’s face. Zach shook his head. He was just amusing the fuck out of everyone today.
“Two for the self-guided. Thanks, Jory, and a little privacy up at the pool.” He slid a twenty across with the entrance fee.
“One pool out of order sign coming up.” Jory winked and hit the switch that activated the “no access” signage. “I heard you forfeited.” He craned his neck to look out the window where Emma was reading the brochures. “But you have my complete understanding. If I had something like that I wouldn’t be playing at the Kat either.”
“I heard you took out the singles again. Congratulations.” Jory Raines was legendary at the club. He and his voice were more devastating to a sub than two average men and a chest full of toys. He was a master of the mental aspect of BDSM.
“A walk in the park, my friend. The only one who can give me a run for my money is Andy, and he won’t play since he got busted up. He just won’t listen when you tell him it don’t matter none. I gotta admit, though, it does make a man feel good to knock off all the young bucks. I might be getting on a bit, but I’ve still got it.” Zach held back a laugh. Jory was only five years older than Ty. “But you enjoy yourself. I’ll make sure the group of schoolkids doesn’t stumble on to you.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“Oh, and there is a new camera at the top of the choke.” Jory reached out and tapped a button, bringing up a surveillance shot of a ladder top.
“Thanks for the warning. That still leaves twenty foot of unobserved ladder. I am sure we’ll manage.” Zach replied with a grin before heading out to Emma, tokens for the admittance barrier tucked into his pocket.
He reached out and snagged her hand. “Let’s go. You’re not claustrophobic, are you?”
“No. Just how small is this cave?”
He laughed at her concern. “This one is plenty big enough. There is just one tight spot where we move up to the next chamber. I’d hate for you to panic as we go through.”
Especially for what he had planned in it. A long ladder through a crystal rock chimney, dimly lit with prisms of light floating about on gossamer wings. One curvy woman in a short dress with possibly no underwear, and him below for support. His mind was overrun by possibilities. Just teasing ones. The grand finale would wait for the pool.
He
pulled her closer as they walked down to the dark hole in the mountain, his lips quirking. “There’s that smile again, Zach,” Emma warned, but her smile said she didn’t care.
Zach bent down and kissed the lips so accessible with that saucy lift of her chin. He didn’t miss a beat but he had to hold her firm when she stumbled. That made his day.
Clutching the pack slung over his shoulder a little harder, he ground his teeth together to contain the laughter that wanted to bubble out. Emma made him feel alive.
Not just him, either. He had never seen Ty as happy as he was with Emma in their lives. The big bastard had actually been singing in the shower this morning.
Deep and full-throated, “How Do You Like Me Now?!” had rumbled through the house at 5:00 a.m. As alarm clocks went it wasn’t bad. Even as he’d drifted back to sleep, Zach had smiled to hear Ty happy.
Colby hadn’t been as appreciative. Something had slammed against the inside of his door along with a muted roar, completely indecipherable, but its “shut the fuck up” message had come through loud and clear.
“That’s a different smile. What is so amusing?” Once again that chin was tilted back up.
“Do you really want to know, or do you just want another kiss?” he teased, fishing the tokens out of his pocket.
“I always want to know, but I’ll settle for the kiss.”
Zach grinned at her honesty and swooped, pulling her close as he sipped at her lips, ignoring her efforts to deepen it. The two small hands that clutched at his just-long-enough hair were having none of that. He knew if he tried to pull away he would have bald spots or one determined, curvy woman dangling from his head. He smiled and gave her the deep, satisfying kiss she was looking for. The way she blinked when he raised his head made him feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.
“Come on. We had better get inside before we give Jory something to really look at.” He waved at the camera overlooking the gated entrance. Emma glanced up and blushed, ducking her head. Anger flared when he groped her ass where the camera was sure to see.
“You look cute when you’re embarrassed,” he whispered in her ear, “but you’re hot when you’re mad.” Zach grunted as her elbow took him low in the gut. “Any lower and I’d have you kissing that better.”
