The Bigger They Are… (Lovers on the Fringe, Book Two)

by Stephanie Julian

  It wouldn’t be long before someone found them, making out like a couple of teenagers.

  Although what he wanted to do to this woman went way beyond making out. He had an image in his head of Jenna tied naked to his bed.

  For some strange reason, he also had a vision of her in a short-skirted red Starfleet uniform and no panties as she sat on his lap on the deck of the Enterprise NCC-1701.

  His cock throbbed behind the zipper of his jeans, and his hands moved up her back until he could sink one into the soft hair at her nape. He let his fingers wind through the short strands until he had a firm grip. He wouldn’t hurt her but he had a primal need to hold her tighter.

  And she appeared to like it.

  Her low moan made every hair on his body stand on end and he strained toward her even as she inched closer.

  The height difference forced her head back even farther and he knew that had to be uncomfortable.

  Besides, they were sitting in a common room where anyone could walk in.

  And knowing the people who stayed here, they’d have no problem sitting down and starting a conversation while he had his tongue down Jenna’s throat and his hands up her shirt.

  He thought about saying something like, “Hey, Jenna, would you like to take this somewhere more private?” But the words got lost in the wet heat of her kiss.

  He didn’t want to stop kissing her long enough to speak. He was almost afraid she’d come to her senses, take one look at him and run screaming for her room.

  Then again, the way her fingers dug into his shoulders like a mountain climber’s spikes heading up Everest, she didn’t seem to be thinking about anything but kissing him back.

  And what a boost to the morale that was.

  She wanted him. All seven feet and two hundred fifty pounds of him.

  If he ever got her in bed, missionary position was out.

  Of course, he wouldn’t be complaining when he was lying on his back watching her ride him.

  Probably getting ahead of yourself there, hoss.

  But now that the image was there, he couldn’t shake it.

  He groaned into her mouth, his hands wrapping around her waist as he urged her closer against him.

  She didn’t need much encouragement. In fact, she shimmied even closer.

  And Andy had a brief moment to wonder when the piano might fall on his head before Jenna broke away with a little gasp and opened her eyes to stare into his.

  “Wow.”

  Wow was right. At least, he hoped she was having the same wow moment he was. Like, “Oh wow, that was a totally awesome kiss, let’s go upstairs where I will rip off all your clothes and ride you like a Christmas pony”.

  And not, “Oh wow, I can’t believe I just sucked face with a guy who could bench press a car and might possibly be the love child of Andre the Giant and Brad Pitt”.

  All right, maybe Robert Redford. He’d never been a Pitt fan. Dude had way too many kids and Angelina scared the shit out of him. She had more ink than he did, which wasn’t saying much because Andy only had one tattoo on the inside of his wrist because that sucker had hurt.

  He wanted to ask what that wow meant but he knew he shouldn’t open his mouth. Knew he should wait until she said whatever was on her mind, because she definitely had something on her mind.

  Keep your mouth shut. Be smart for a change.

  Hell, who was he kidding? He was the guy who bench-pressed the occasional Cadillac if it happened to be in a parking space he wanted. And he enjoyed scaring the shit out of city folk who moved to the country and made the mistake of thinking there really wasn’t anything that went bump in the night.

  “Would you like to continue this in my cabin?”

  She paused and he swore he saw her brain working. Then she took a deep breath, as if she’d made a momentous decision.

  “I would love to continue this in your cabin.”

  Not waiting for her to change her mind, he stood, making sure he kept her in his arms. Her eyes widened but she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her arms around his neck.

  “I didn’t know there were cabins.”

  He walked through the house, ducking so he didn’t knock his head on the doorjambs until he got to the kitchen. “A few. And they’re not that far from the house.”

  Her mouth curled up at the corners as she looked up into his eyes. He wanted to stop and stare, those eyes were so pretty—

  “Shit!”

  Pain splintered through his brain as the top of his head hit the ceiling fan light. Jenna hissed in sympathy and her face screwed up in an adorable frown.

  “Are you okay?” She lifted her hand to rub her palm over the sore spot on his head. He nearly tripped over his feet as he trembled and he had to force his legs to keep going forward.

  She started to shake and he clutched her closer.

  “Hey, are you okay, Jenna?”

  Had he hurt her? What the hell—

  She burst out laughing and the sound got inside him and lit that fire even hotter.

  “I’m so sorry.” She put her hand over her mouth but her eyes shone. “I shouldn’t be laughing when you’re in pain.”

  “What pain? You laugh and it disappears.”

  Her laughter cut off and she blinked up at him. He was pretty sure those eyes were going to be his downfall.

  “Wow. That’s…wow.” Her tongue peeked from between her lips for a brief second. “Please don’t take this the wrong way…”

  He tensed, sure she was about to tell him to put her down and get lost.

  “But I think you should go a little faster.”

  Faster. Yes. He could do faster.

  As Jenna wound her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder, he made it out the back door and down the path to his cabin without dropping her or tripping over something. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d actually stepped on his tongue.

  Kicking the door closed behind him, he almost expected her to turn shy on him, or at the least, make him continue the seduction.

  But he’d barely loosened his hold on her, ready to set her back on her feet, when she tightened her legs and took his mouth in a sinful kiss.

  Chapter Four

  Jenna let herself drown in the heat of Andy’s mouth.

  She’d never kissed a guy like this before. With her entire concentration. It made her crave him with an intensity she’d never experienced.

  Her hands gripped his broad shoulders before sliding down to his hard biceps. God, the man was built like a… Well, like a god.

  Her breasts pressed against the solid wall of his chest. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist, her thighs registering the tight flex of muscles there.

  She couldn’t wait to get him stripped down so she could run her hands along those tight, powerful muscles.

  Her brain had a moment to think, Are you really going to do this? Which her body answered with a resounding, Hell, yeah.

  She was already wet and achy for him. And despite his size, he’d been so careful with her.

  If he was going to hurt her, he’d had ample time. But she sensed absolutely no danger from him. And working in the city, she’d acquired a well-developed danger antenna.

  Here…now, all she felt was lust.

  She slid her hands to his back, bunching his shirt in her fingers and pulling it up. She knew she’d have to release him to get it over his head but her legs weren’t getting with the program. They wanted to cling.

  Compounding matters, her pelvis rocked forward, rubbing against his stomach, pressing the seam of her jeans into her clit. Yes, right there.

  She moaned into his mouth. She wanted his big, blunt fingers right there, pressing the exact same way. Wanted to feel the heat of his skin against hers.

  Wanted to see what he looked like naked and spread out on the ocean-sized bed she’d noticed before she’d attacked him.

  Okay, maybe attack was a little harsh but that was how she felt.

 
She wanted to tear off his clothes, fling him on the bed and pounce.

  It was almost like a compulsion, as if she’d been put under a spell. But she, the levelheaded sibling in the Durham family, did not believe in magic. This was pure, old-fashioned lust.

  Finally, she unclenched her legs and let them straighten. Andy immediately set her on her feet, his hands tightening on her waist before he released her completely.

  Now she looked up until she could look into those dark-blue eyes that stared back so intently.

  She saw lust held in check, waiting for her signal to be released.

  She reached for his belt buckle, figuring he’d get the hint.

  He got the hint.

  He reached for her shirt, gripped the hem and tugged up. Since she was busy with his belt, he didn’t get it very far. And she wasn’t about to lift her arms until that buckle surrendered. And it would surrender.

  As her fingers fumbled, Andy’s grew more sure. He lifted her shirt as far as he could get it then stroked his fingertips along her sides.

  She nearly melted from the heat. Then she shivered with desire. Okay, maybe she could give the belt a pass for the moment because Andy had magic fingers.

  He played them up and down her sides, raising goose bumps and her body temperature. Each time he moved them up, he got closer to touching her breasts. And each time, he stopped just short.

  She wanted— No, she needed those huge hands on her. On her naked skin. Which meant he’d have to use those hands to strip her.

  “Andy.”

  “I love your voice.”

  Oh wow. And she loved his, that dark, husky tone that made her insides quake and made her think of dark, thick chocolate dripped all over that broad chest so she could lick it off.

  “Then listen to me and take my clothes off.”

  That quick grin of his surfaced and she nearly had to cross her legs to make sure she didn’t leap at him.

  “Lift your arms.”

  She did what he wanted because she wanted the same thing.

  With her arms straight up, Andy grabbed the hem of her shirt and stripped it over her head then unclipped her bra so when she put her arms down, it slid off.

  When Andy put his hands on her breasts, the sensation nearly made her come. His fingers plucked at her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her clit. Her lips parted to take in more air for her oxygen-starved brain but Andy bent his head to seal her mouth with his. The angle was awkward, though, because the man was so tall and he pulled back.

  Which gave her the opportunity to get back to that belt buckle. As he yanked his shirt over his head, she finally got the buckle to cooperate so she could unbutton his jeans and—

  She actually froze for a brief second to admire the perfect proportions of the man’s sex. Not grotesquely huge but large enough for her to say a quick thank-you to Santa Claus for finally answering her wish and bringing her a man with a cock that could give her vibrator a run for its money.

  Andy’s erection stood proud and strong and stiff enough to hang a flag on it. Or make a girl very happy.

  With one hand on his chest, she pushed him back toward the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress and he went down like a tree. Good thing the bed was huge. And sturdy.

  Then he smiled at her and held out his hand. “Come here, Jenna. Climb on.”

  She didn’t need a second invitation. Shedding her shoes, socks, pants and underwear—thank God she’d worn black satin instead of white cotton—she climbed onto the bed then knelt by Andy’s side.

  So much man. Where should she start?

  Apparently at his cock, because her fingers had already wrapped around the iron-hard shaft and begun a slow, sensuous glide. Up. Down. His skin, silky soft, warmed against her fingers. The underside was particularly soft and she let her fingers play over that spot again. A smile curved her lips when Andy groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.

  “Jenna.”

  She loved hearing him say her name. Loved knowing she was the one who made his hands clench into fists in the bed quilt.

  Tightening her hand around him—and sighing when she realized her fingers didn’t meet—Jenna slipped her other hand between his legs to cup his heavy balls.

  He hissed in a breath and her hands froze as her gaze flashed to his face. Had she hurt him—

  “Jenna, Jesus, don’t stop.”

  The impassioned plea in his voice sent a shiver through her, making her nipples harden into throbbing points and her sex clench, almost painful in its intensity.

  She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Andy and knowing she was going to have him made her want to put off the actual act just a little while longer.

  Sweet, sweet torture. Andy’s wide chest rose and fell in a ragged rhythm and she leaned forward until she could nip at one flat nipple.

  “Ah, shit.”

  Andy shuddered as she did the same to the other then bit her way down his chest to his stomach until her lips were millimeters away from the firm, wide head of his cock.

  She swore his breath stopped as she pressed a kiss to the tip in preparation for taking him inside. But Andy rolled to the side and she had a second’s doubt before he reached into the bedside table and came back with a condom, which he held out to her.

  Torn for a brief moment between not wanting to let him go and getting to the really good stuff, she grabbed the condom and sheathed him, making sure to tease him as she rolled it on.

  When she had him covered, she sat back to survey the manscape, her smile growing wider by the second.

  She contemplated slinging her leg over his hips and just riding him like a cowgirl. He must have read her mind, because he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her right where she wanted to be.

  Which was spread over his hips.

  Her lungs felt starved for air as Andy pulled her down while she pulled his cock back, handling him with as much care as he held her.

  She thought about teasing him some more but decided she didn’t want to wait. She needed to sink down onto all that firm flesh, take it in then ride him until they both came.

  With her gaze on his, she lowered her hips until the tip met her sex. Already wet, she slicked the broad head of his cock with her juices, teasing them both with the heady sensation. Shivers ran through her, causing her sheath to tighten and pulse, already so close to climax, she was almost embarrassed.

  But the way Andy stared at her, the way his gaze was glued to hers instead of her body, watching her reactions, obliterated everything but the desire.

  Slowly, she sank, hissing a little as he stretched her, silently praising his girth because god knew she didn’t want to say anything stupid aloud but, damn, he felt amazing.

  She sank until they were fully joined, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. They sat there, the only sound their heavy breathing.

  Then Andy shifted his hips and tiny fireworks began to pop and sizzle in her lower body. With his strong arms, he lifted her as his hips withdrew, his cock sliding from her until only the tip remained. Then he let gravity do its thing and Jenna decided she was going to worship Isaac Newton, just as soon as she could think again.

  Andy started to increase the pace, the muscles in his arms bunching and releasing, providing a stimulating visual that engaged her brain and her body in the act.

  It was his expression, though, that made her nearly incoherent with lust. He looked just as lost as she felt. His eyes glazed and barely open, his lips parted. Each finger a brand on her skin.

  Sensation built until she felt like a bottle of soda, corked and shaken until she couldn’t contain the pressure any longer. She tried to hold on, tried to retain that edge but…

  She exploded, her hands reaching for his wrists as he let her sink until he was buried deep inside, pulsing through his own release.

  And when she couldn’t hold herself up anymore, he drew her down onto his chest.

  Wow. That was… Wow.

  Chap
ter Five

  I really should get out of here.

  Jenna stared at the wall of the Andy’s cabin, intensely aware of the heavy arm he had around her waist.

  Heavy, but not unwelcome.

  Actually, she really liked it.

  She liked how big he was. How she felt so completely surrounded by him when they curled together like this. The man gave off enough heat to keep her warm if they were stranded on the ice planet of Hoth. She liked that too.

  So why, exactly, should she leave?

  She’d had the best sex of her life last night. With a man she’d met only minutes before she’d torn off his clothes.

  She should be embarrassed. She didn’t do things like this.

  But, oh my. It had been amazing.

  Or…maybe she’d just been depriving herself and last night hadn’t been as good as she’d thought.

  She sighed. No, that definitely wasn’t it.

  So why did she have the overwhelming urge to leave before he woke?

  Behind her, Andy shifted and all that naked skin rubbed against hers and she swore she was going to melt.

  The arm currently cushioning her head moved lower until he wrapped it around her shoulders, drawing her even closer. She wriggled against him until she felt the wiry hair on his legs brush against the skin of her butt, forcing her to stifle a lusty sigh.

  Which became that much harder to do when the arm around her waist tightened and one huge hand engulfed her breast.

  Heat shot through her as her head angled back. Behind her, Andy nuzzled her before he opened his mouth and bit the tender part of her neck where it joined her shoulder.

  Geez, this was better than an alarm clock any day. And that firm, hot cock pressing against her butt cheek… She wanted to spread her legs and take him inside.

  What happened to leaving?

  No way was she leaving now, not when things were just getting interesting.

  “Good morning.”

  His words rumbled through his chest and vibrated against her back, making her shiver with anticipation.

  “Good morning.”

  “How did you sleep?”

  Considering how little sleep she’d gotten, she was amazed at how great she felt. Usually if she didn’t get at least six hours, she felt like roadkill.