Oh So Bad, An Ultimate Taboo Box Set

by Verset, Cheri

  Letting my body float on the surface I leaned my head back, resting it on the edge of the pool. “What should be my prize?”

  “You’re still holding me to the prize, even though you cheated?”

  “Of course.” I grinned.

  He pursed his lips.

  Those were some mighty fine lips. I knew how great they tasted, and what wicked things they could do to my body. I decided on my prize.

  “A kiss,” I announced.

  “No, Kira. I told you, that can’t happen again.”

  “One kiss. Fair’s fair. I won.”

  “You cheated,” he pointed out.

  “We never set any rules. Can it be cheating if there were no rules?”

  “Hmmm.” Using his arms, he levered himself out of the pool.

  “Where are you going?” I asked as I admired his beautiful body, his skin now glistening in the sun.

  “Inside. Game time is over.” The clipped tone of his voice reinforced his words. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet.

  “But my prize.”

  “You’ll need to come up with something else.” At the door now, he gave me one last don’t-argue-with-me glare then stepped inside.

  I followed him inside. “Fine. I’ll take a hug.”

  Halfway through the den, he stopped, swiveled around and opened his arms. “That, I can do.”

  I stepped into his arms and smooshed my body against his so my wet, soft curves were pressed against his hard angles and the rigid lump in his pants was rubbing against my stomach. We had hugged a few times since my mom died, never before that. But those hugs had been safe hugs, the kind you would give an elderly auntie. This was not a safe hug. And it made my insides do a triple-flip. My face got hot, too. I tipped my head back to see if it was having the same effect on Luke.

  He glanced down at me at the same time. Our gazes locked. Little zaps of electricity buzzed around us.

  Kiss me, I said in my head. I ran my tongue over my lower lip.

  His gaze dropped to my mouth.

  I sucked in a little gasp and tried to get closer still. The parts of my body that were covered by my swimsuit tingled.

  His head lowered. The tip of his tongue ran across his lower lip.

  He was going to kiss me! Yes, he was!

  “Kira,” he murmured. I was so smashed tight against him that his voice vibrated through my body like shockwaves. I really liked the way that felt.

  “What, Luke?”

  “Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop now,” he whispered.

  Like I was going to do that? “Kiss me, Luke,” I murmured.

  He groaned and smashed his mouth on mine.

  The world slammed sideways and then started spinning out of control. Of course, because of all that spinning, I had to hang on. And naturally that meant my body was crushed so tightly I could feel his heartbeat pounding in my chest. His tongue and lips were doing things to mine that made me dizzier. Stroking, plunging, claiming. I loved the way he kissed me. I loved the way he held me. I loved everything he did.

  One of his hands slid down to cup my ass. I shuddered against him, a little whimper slipping up my throat.

  Take me, my body said. My pussy was wet, clenching and empty. My nipples were hard little peaks, poking at my soggy bathing suit top. My knees were wobbly.

  Kissing him back with all the passion I had, I curled my fingers into his wet hair and tugged. I was burning up, melting. When his fingers slid lower, slipping beneath my bathing suit bottom to explore, my knees buckled.

  He swept me into his arms and stared into my eyes. “Dammit, Kira.”

  “Luke, I’m yours.”

  “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said as he carried me through the house.

  “Shouldn’t be doing what? Shouldn’t be making love to the woman who is pleading for your touch?”

  “Yes, that.” At my bedroom door, he stopped and set me on my feet. My heart, which had been soaring high above the clouds, came crashing to the ground. He was going to stop. He cupped my cheek and gazed into my eyes. I could see all the emotions playing across his features. Desperate wanting. But also confusion. Frustration. Even anger. “This is wrong.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.” His thumb grazed my cheekbone. He licked his lips and pursed them slightly, concentrating, struggling, battling the guilt. “Wrong. I was married to your mother.”

  “Was.” I echoed.

  “I’m a lot older—“

  “Age doesn’t matter to me. And you’re not that much older. Not even ten years.”

  “Nine and a half years. I should be acting like your father—“

  I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. My father? Luke? “I’ve never seen you as a father figure. Not even when Mom was alive. You were younger than her. How many years?”

  “I…” He visibly swallowed. His neck and face turned the shade of a beet. “Our age difference doesn’t mean anything to this conversation.”

  “Why not? The fact is, you’re closer to my age than you were to hers.”

  “By a few months.”

  I continued, “You’ve never been a father figure to me. And I’m pretty damn sure I’ve never been a daughter to you. You’re young, sexy, intelligent, everything I want in a man. And if you tell me you are the one man I can’t have, then I’m going to be devastated. Because there is no good reason why we shouldn’t at least give this thing between us a chance.”

  He jammed his fingers in his wet hair, turning it into a riot of soggy, messy waves. “Just imagine what everyone will think.”

  “So that’s the problem? Afraid you’ll look bad? What do you suppose they thought when you married my mom? She was old, poor—“

  “Beautiful. Smart. Creative.” He smiled as if remembering something funny. “She was a very special woman.”

  “Yes, yes she was. But she’s gone now,” I said, my heart in my throat. “She left us. And where she is, she can’t be hurt by anything we do. Don’t you think she would want us to be happy?”

  “Of course she would, but--”

  “She would probably kick your asses if she saw you moping around here like you have been since her funeral. It’s been long enough. You’ve grieved. I’ve grieved. We both have found out life has gone on.” Reacting to the pain I caught in his eyes, I softened my voice. “I still get a little sad sometimes, knowing I’ll never be able to talk to her again. She’ll never hold my babies when I have them someday. She’ll never go to my wedding or my college graduation. She was robbed of a lot of wonderful gifts in life. It isn’t fair. But that doesn’t mean we should rob ourselves of the fruit of her gifts. She has given us each other.”

  He caught my face between his hands and stared into my eyes. “I do care about you. I’m grateful I have you in my life. That’s why I…why I asked you to stay.”

  “I care about you, too, Luke. I don’t know what I would do without you. But my feelings aren’t just gratitude.” My heart was thumping so hard against my ribcage, I thought it might crack a rib. I had to tell him how I felt. He had to know. And I was sure this was my only chance. If I didn’t say the words now, he would make sure I never got the opportunity to say them later. “Luke, I not only love you. I am in love with you. I hurt when you hurt. Please, don’t make me suffer another day. Let me help you find happiness again. Let me help you embrace life again, like you once did.”

  His mouth thinned slightly. My words stung maybe a little more than I’d intended. His hands slipped away, dropping to his side. Oh God, he couldn’t walk away. No. Nonono!

  Chapter Five

  “Luke!” I called.

  He stepped back.

  My heart stopped. “I love you. Please.” I blinked. My nose was burning. My eyes.

  “I love you too, Kira. I love you so damn much. Not as a daughter. Not a child. That’s why…”

  I smashed my body against his, clinging to him, tears streaming down my cheeks. He loved me. He loved me! Not just as a kid. He loved me as a woman. Th
at was all that mattered.

  “Kira.” He collected me into his warm embrace and kissed the top of my head. I sputtered, a sob-chuckle bursting from my mouth as I blinked like crazy to clear my eyes. For months I had kept my feelings for Luke a secret. But I wasn’t hiding them anymore. No way. I loved him. I loved him so much I would do anything to make him happy. “Oh, God, Kira.” He cupped my chin and lifted. His eyes searched mine. “I can’t stay away from you. I’m not even going to try.” His eyes were a little red too. “I’ve been fighting my feelings for you, thinking you were so young and beautiful, that you would think I’m a nasty old man—“

  I couldn’t help laughing at that statement. “Nasty? Old? You’re as far as a guy can get from both of those.”

  “You really love me?”

  “Yes. Dammit, yes!”

  He kissed me. He kissed me so thoroughly my toes curled and my insides melted. The world started tipping and swooping as his tongue plunged into my mouth. Ah, so good. So, delicious. I suddenly felt myself dropping and realized he’d picked me up and carried me into my room. I lay sprawled on the bed, gazing up into his eyes. He yanked down his swim trunks then crawled over top of me. His eyes were full of raw need as he trailed a fingertip down the center of my chest. It took a sharp left, gliding over my breast to tease my nipple through the thin, damp material. “I want you, Kira. I want you to be mine. Now. Tomorrow. Every day. Every night. All mine.”

  “I want that too.”

  He tugged at the snug material, pulling it aside to expose the little pointed peak. Then, groaning, he flicked his tongue over it, sending blades of pleasure zinging through my body. “I mean it. Mine. Only mine. Nobody will touch this body but me.”

  Like I was going to argue with that! My response was to arch my back and push my breast into his hungry mouth. He suckled hard, drawing on the tender flesh until I throbbed all over.

  “Mine.” He tore my bathing suit top off, literally ripping it in two, and tossed the scraps away. “These tits are mine.” He sucked on the other nipple, and I squirmed and writhed, grateful for every pull. This was so good, so right. I was his. Always his. Forever his. It was meant to be.

  Still sucking on my nipple, he slid a hand down my stomach. “This is mine.” He cupped my sex through my bathing suit bottoms. “Only mine.”

  I parted my legs for him. “Yes, Luke. Yours.”

  He grabbed the sodden crotch and ripped it away too, leaving the material hanging from the waistband while exposing my smooth, wet pussy. Roughly he shoved two fingers inside me, stretching my tight channel. “This pussy is all mine.”

  “Yes, Luke.”

  He grabbed my knees and shoved them out and back, opening me to his hungry stare. I shuddered at the heat in his eyes, the dark lust burning there, in their depths. Luke was a good man, a kind and decent man. But when he was in bed, he showed a side that thrilled me. The powerful, domineering, possessive side. He bent over me to torment my clit with his tongue and lips. The sensation was so intense I thrashed, overtaken with need, burning in erotic agony. With one hand he held me down, pinning me to the bed. The other he used to torment any part of me he could reach. My stomach, my thigh, my empty channel.

  “Please,” I half-cried. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I was so overcome with need, every nerve in my body was sizzling. But he didn’t stop. He continued to flick that wicked tongue over my clit, back and forth, back and forth, round-and-round until my blood was boiling and I was a shuddering ball off desperation.

  “Say the words,” he demanded, stopping just long enough to speak.

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. What did he want from me, to end this torment? “What words?” I said between gasps.

  “Say them,” he repeated, his voice tight, clipped.

  “Fuck me, Luke, please. Please fuck me.”

  “Not those.”

  Shit. I didn’t know what he meant. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. Tell me what I want to hear. Say it.” He jammed three fingers into my tight little cunt, stretching me, fucking me roughly.

  I spread my legs as wide as I could, welcoming his assault. And as he slammed his fingers into my pussy, the words tumbled off my tongue, “Yes, Luke, yes. I’m yours. Mark me. Claim me. Do whatever you want to me. Please.”

  “Yes.” He climbed on top of me and entered me in one swift stroke. Every nerve in my body ignited as his thick rod slammed into my cunt. I wrapped my legs around him, rocked my hips forward, and took him as deep as he would go. He tipped his head and kissed me, tongue mimicking the strokes of his cock. In and out, in and out. Ah, the invasion was so hard and yet so welcome. He was devouring my mouth with his tongue, lips, teeth. His hands stroked, explored, pinched and slapped. His cock surged inside then retreated, over and over, the tip striking the opening of my womb.

  “Mine,” he said as he nipped a tingly path down the side of my neck. “This is mine.” He sucked hard, until my skin was stinging like a burn. “This.” He pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb.

  “Yes.” Riding the waves of pleasure his rough fucking was stirring inside me, I arched my back, thrusting my breast higher. “Yes, yours.”

  “This is mine.” He slid a hand down, cupping my ass cheek. Then he gave it a sharp smack. The sound echoed off the walls, briefly cutting off the sound of our husky gasps and the low thump of the bed rocking. “My ass.”

  “Oh yes.”

  He sat upright, changing the angle of penetration. His cock stroked just the right spot and I saw stars in my eyes. I was going to come. I was going to come hard. As if to hasten it, he moistened his finger and drew circles over my clit.

  “My sweet little pussy. Only mine.”

  “Oh, yes!” I cried out. “Yours forever.” My blood was pounding through my body like a wild, thrashing river. And my whole body was tight, trembling. That first blast of tingles blazed through my body as I tumbled over the edge. The pleasure overtook me, pulsing up and down my body. I heard him groan and then he pounded harder, shoving his cock into my spasming cunt so hard I came again. My body milked his invading shaft as it slammed in and out of me. The pleasure amplified another notch when he came. I felt his cum blast into my pussy, filling it, the hot semen washing the entry to my womb. He remained buried inside me as he lowered himself down, draping himself across me while supporting his weight with his arms. I was pinned to the bed, unable to move. I liked it, but another part of me was a little fidgety.

  I hadn’t said anything about birth control yet. With all his sexy talk about claiming me, marking me it felt wrong bringing it up then. A little quick math told me there was some chance I could get pregnant. The longer I lay there, the longer his semen had to make its way up. I wriggled.

  “What’s wrong?” He shifted his body slightly, moving more of his weight off me. “Is that better?”

  “I need to go to the bathroom. There’s something I didn’t tell you--”

  “No.”

  No? “But I need to go.”

  He didn’t move. “You need to wait about fifteen or twenty minutes.”

  “Why?”

  “Isn’t it obvious? To make sure,” he said.

  “Make sure what?”

  “You remember what you said when we were fucking, right?”

  “Yes, of course I do. But what does that have…?” Things suddenly clicked in place.

  Claim me. Mark me. I’m yours.

  He’d known all along that I wasn’t on birth control. He’d known the first time. And he’d decided then that I would be his, even if he hadn’t wanted to admit it.

  “You want me to get pregnant?” I blinked tears of joy from my eyes.

  He cupped my cheek and gazed into my eyes. “Is there any clearer way to mark a woman that to have her belly swollen with your child?”

  I felt my face warming. I could hardly believe what was happening. Just two days ago, I had been hiding a secret crush on a man I had lived with for two years. Yesterday he and
I had fucked for the first time and he had vowed it wouldn’t happen again. And now he was trying to get me pregnant. Now he was telling me we would be together forever. “I suppose not.”

  “This is why I was reluctant, Kira. This is why I tried to stay away. If you are my woman, you are mine. I will do whatever it takes to make sure everyone knows it. I wasn’t sure you were ready. You’re so young, so beautiful. So innocent. But I couldn’t stay away. I tried. I just couldn’t.”

  My heart jerked in my chest.

  His. I was his. Luke’s. I would be his forever. I’d been so caught up in the moment I’d said those things without hesitation. But now, with my head clear and the reality of the situation clear, what did I feel?

  Excited.

  And a little scared.

  My heart was racing, my muscles still twitching from the powerful orgasm that I’d just had.

  Was this the future I had dreamed of? Could I see myself being Luke’s lover and friend? Could I imagine myself a mother? Could I?

  Maybe.

  “You are everything to me,” Luke confessed, gently cradling my hand in his. His gaze found mine and captured it. “You are the reason I get up every morning. You are the reason I take my next breath.” His other hand slid down, fingers splayed over my concave belly. “I will finally have the family I have been longing for. With you. My Kira. My sweet, bad Kira.”

  I smiled.

  Yes, I could see all those things.

  My dream of falling in love with a prince and riding off into a sunset…it had come true after all. One kiss had woken our passion, our need…and our love. One small kiss.

  That kiss had been magical. It had broken down defenses. It had made the impossible possible.

  Leaning close, I whispered, “Kiss me again.”

  THE END

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