"Garen,” she cried out. He took her beaded nipple between sharp teeth and tugged before letting it go. Erotic delight sang through her bloodstream at the pinch of pain. She nearly jumped out of her skin. His cock slid against her eager skin and her body clenched in demand, but she knew he wouldn't take her, not just yet. Leaning down, he kissed her slowly, easily, but completely.
"I've got to taste you,” he whispered against her fevered flesh. He kissed her again, then moved down her flushed body, dropping kisses at random along the soft flesh of her round stomach. He licked across her neck and she shivered at the feel of him. Loving the fact that she never knew where or how he would touch her.
"Spread your legs."
Garen slid down her body until he'd notched himself between her thighs. He stroked his tongue over the swollen folds of her sex. Up one side and down the other and around again he absorbed the taste of her in his mouth. His tongue swirled against her swollen, throbbing clit.
Her gaze drifted to his black hair buried at the heart of her desire. He was so intent on her pleasure that something in Recee's heart cracked. He truly loved her, flaws and all. The enormity of this complicated man's devotion caused Recee to run her eager hands up and down his back, shoulders, sides, wherever she could reach, just to absorb the reality of him beneath the sensitive pads of her fingers.
His tongue teased her clitoris as he slipped a thick finger inside her pussy. Recee lifted her hips, seeking more of his teasing touch even as he moved his mouth from her dripping core to drop sweet kisses to her inner thighs.
His head bent forward again and he kissed her at the very tip of her clit. She moaned at the slight touch, pushing up her hips, silently demanding more.
Garen complied eagerly. His tongue flicked around her, but never quite hitting the one spot needed to push her over the edge. He opened her up with two fingers, parting her folds wide. She was drenched by her arousal. All she needed from him was a tiny nudge to send her flying. Something to make her scream.
Before the thought finished forming in her mind he firmly fixed his mouth to her.
She jerked in surprise, but settled back to enjoy his quick tongue and talented fingers. Her feet clamped around his neck, thrusting into his every move, and her hands slid deep into his hair, securing him to her.
His lips trailed to her clit and surrounded the tender swollen flesh as his tongue flicked it. She cried out, her hips bucking for more, more of anything he wanted so long as he kept his mouth on her.
His hand curled around her thigh on one side and her hip on the other. As he ate at her with a voracious hunger, Recee dimly heard faint moans and pleas, realising the noises had come from her throat as the sounds died away. She shook as the pressure continued to build deep inside her. Her body jolted.
"Come for me, Recee, my love. Let me feel you squeezing my fingers.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, curled his finger forward and stroked her sweet spot, a sweet spot she'd never known existed before Garen came into her life and body. Thank God for such a talented and intuitive man.
Recee's body snapped straight as the sensations were too much. Contractions started deep in her core and she came with an explosive scream of pleasure. It might have been his name, it might have been nonsense, Recee didn't know or care as she flew free of her body and fireworks exploded all around her. She pulsed in erotic rhythm, her whole body filled with sensual release. Proof of her joy gushed from within her as her internal muscles clamped down on his fingers.
Garen never stopped stroking and sucking her as her body jerked and twitched with wave after wave of aftershocks.
He surged up her body to imprison her mouth, drinking her in a long, ravaging kiss until she was faint and unfocused with it.
When they finally parted, Garen's cock pulsed with urgent desire against the soft flesh of her leg. She wanted to taste and take him the same way he'd taken her. To give him the same pleasure, the same sense of love and acceptance he'd given her. A gentle push of her hands had him rolling onto his back, arms flung to his sides, completely open to her every whim.
"I love you, Garen.” She couldn't stop the words flowing from her heart.
Dark eyes filled with love, need and possession met her gaze. “I think I've loved you since the moment you insulted me. You are my life, Recee Williams, and I never want to spend a minute of the next sixty years without you by my side."
Tears of happiness and joy trailed down her cheeks. “Make it seventy and you've got a deal."
Their lips met. The wounds inflicted so many years ago didn't disappear, but the balm of Garen's love shrank the hurt until nothing mattered more than the man in her arms.
"My turn.” Recee ran her tongue over his nipple, pleased when his low moan reached her ears. With sure movements she moved down his body. The sharp jut of his cock against her stomach made her eager for the feel of him filling her again.
She followed the trail of dark hair that ran down the centre of his muscle-hard stomach, tracing it down until she reached the pulsing length of him.
All this was hers. Her playground of sensuous delights, to soothe or arouse her love depending on their moods. Proof that he needed her, wanted her. That this man, this warrior exposed himself completely to her.
The enormous weight of his gift brought tears to her eyes, but she swiped them away with impatient hands. His vulnerability was the greatest gift ever given to her aside from his love. That this proud man would lay there naked, open to her.
He trusted her just as he desired her.
Warmth grew in her chest as she understood what a precious treasure this man was. How he managed to win her heart and change her view of the past with nothing more than his patience and love.
Leaning down, Recee swallowed the very heart of his need and desire between her lips.
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Chapter Eight
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Recee's mouth swallowing him whole almost unmanned him.
He couldn't stop the deep moans she drew from him, so he simply lay back, unable to do anything but allow the moment and his woman complete control. Wave after wave of pleasure raced through his body as her tongue swept the long length of him.
Tip to base and back again. Deep, addictive licks of her teasing tongue around his seeping crown. Then tender, firmer strokes as she cupped the sensitive sacs beneath.
"Recee, baby, please,” He didn't know what he was begging for, but it didn't matter.
With one hand, she squeezed the base of his cock. The pleasure was so great he gritted his teeth to keep from coming along over her talented hand.
She used her thumb and forefinger to tighten around the thick slick head. The sweet feminine heat of her other hand sent his mind spinning in erotic ecstasy as she applied a steady pressure that held him in motionless suspension.
Nothing had every felt more right in his life. Except being buried deep inside the wet heat of the woman he loved.
With expert strokes she dragged moan after moan from his chest as she brought pleasure to his every nerve ending. He took as much as he could, took the pleasure and the pain of holding back his release before yanking her down and into his arms for a long, claiming kiss filled with everything he felt.
"The things you do to me. Feel that? I'm hard again. Something I can't seem to help so long as you're around. You make me want to keep you locked up and do nothing but fuck each other until we die.” He settled himself against her, his cock resting directly along her pleasure-swollen clit. Once he was there, once he coated himself in her satisfaction, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips. She cried out against his mouth, her nails biting into his shoulders with sudden, glorious ferocity.
He reached to the nightstand and thanked the gods as his hand swept over and captured a small foil packet. He sheathed himself. Shifting, he rolled them over, falling on top of her and thrusting himself as deep as possible, his balls slapping against her ass at the force of his possession.
Recee was ready for him, wet and eager. He fell into the long, rhythmic stokes so incredibly perfect with only this woman. She met him thrust for thrust, her body matching his every surge.
He fucked her steadily, the tight muscles of her slick body gripping him, milking him. When he shifted to glide one hand between them to take her clit between two fingers, she nearly screamed with gratification.
Recee panted, her body writhing for what it craved, the movements mindless and frantic as she lost herself in the passion he'd created. He didn't know which way was up or where Garen ended and Recee began.
His movements became urgent as the need to claim her grew. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers in a blur of movement. He lifted one knee in his hand and pushed her leg away from its hold around his waist, opening her wide for every pounding thrust.
As Garen drew back and slammed into her, Recee's back came off the bed. She scrambled to clutch the sheets, to keep from sliding off the bed. He jack-hammered her tender flesh, but he couldn't stop himself.
"Garen.” Her breasts shook as he continued to stroke deeper and harder inside her, the rhythm impossible for her to keep up with. “Slow down."
"Can't. You feel so damn good. Even better than I remembered, all slick and tight and greedy for me. You taste just like candy. You're fucking amazing, Recee. You're better than any dream."
His eyes were filled with a unique blend of lust, passion and something deeper that sparked an answering fire inside her. Did she have the same look of wonder and awe on her face?
"Need you to come now, baby,” he demanded, flicking his fingernail over her clit, back and forth, driven for her release, to feel her squeezing as her body erupted.
She whimpered and he felt her muscles clench as her tight walls jerked in release. She came with a strangled cry, his name escaping her lips as her whole body locked down on Garen's still stroking cock.
It couldn't last, nothing this beautiful and perfect ever could. His orgasm exploded throughout his body and he shot stream after stream of cum. He buried himself deeper inside her and grunted at the quiver of Recee's muscles tightening around him as her powerful release continued.
Garen gave a strangled shout. He collapsed at her side, his half-hard cock still buried deep inside her. Recee's internal muscles continued to clamp down around him as aftershocks swept through her.
"Damn.” He kissed her lips softly, their bodies covered with sweat. The pleasure blinded him, but even in that darkness he felt surrounded by Recee's love, so much so he wanted to burst with it. He linked their fingers together as the world disappeared around them.
"Quick question."
Garen grumbled something in her hair, but other than tightening his arms around her he gave no evidence of being awake.
"Come on, I think we've been asleep long enough.” She nudged his rock hard chest with her elbow and received an irritated grunt in response.
"Damn it, woman, I'm not a machine. You've got to give me some time between your salacious demands.” Warm kisses pressed against her neck as Garen's whiskers tickled the sensitive skin.
"Me?” Recee tried to roll over and face him, but the strong arms around her waist prevented any movement. “You're the one with the one with the magic penis."
A rumbling chuckle. “Magic penis?"
Recee shrugged. “Yeah, magic penis. It never goes down, always ready and full of surprises."
His whole body shook as loud gasps of laughter fell from his lips. “God, do you know how much I love you, Recee?” he asked after the bout of hilarity ended.
Turning her head, she kissed him with all the love in her heart before answering. “Almost as much as I love you?"
They remained quiet for a few minutes before Recee asked again. “Where are we? I thought at first it might be your place, not that I've ever been, but somehow I don't get the feeling you live in a basement like a frat boy."
"Ah no, I don't. I rent a house over on Southwest Drive. A house I'm in no way attached to or fond of.” He wiggled his dark brows at her in a comical leer. “You know, just in case you ever want to invite me to stay longer than a night or two."
"Is that a hint, Garen, that you want my house as much as you want me?"
"Hell no, not possible, but you do have a damn fine home, Recee."
It didn't take any thought or a single ounce of courage to say what came next. The words felt right. “Garen Swifthorse, would you please do me the honour of moving into my home for the rest of my life?"
He leaned over her shoulder dark eyes serious as they met her gaze. “Only if you do me the honour of being my wife, of spending every day of the next seventy years by my side and loving me more with each year that passes."
She turned until they could hold each other. “Yes, I'll marry you and share my life and house with you."
They shared a kiss filled with the promise of a bright future and endless possibilities.
"So are you ever going to tell me where the hell we are?"
He rubbed his whiskered chin. “I kind of hoped you'd forget that."
"Spill it, buddy, because I'm not letting it go."
"We're in the basement of Carter's store. The guys and your insane friends locked us in here to work out our differences."
Shock, gratitude and a wave of love for her friends swept through her. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve her girls, but she'd make sure to never take them for granted again. Words she needed to tell them tripped over her tongue, but she kept her mouth closed. But she'd make sure they knew how much she loved and cherished each one, but first...
Their clothes were thrown over the floor, so Recee reached down and grabbed the first thing she could reach. Garen's T-shirt, perfect.
"Where you going, beautiful?"
"Not far, Garen, don't worry. This won't take but a minute.” She crossed the familiar floor and wondered why she hadn't recognised the space the minute she opened her eyes. Then again, she'd been in a pretty bad head space at the time and probably wouldn't have known her own bedroom, much less a place she'd been to only two times.
Her feet flew up the stairs until the intercom lay passive under her hand. What she was about to do was sneaky, mean, underhanded and completely what her friends expected. So why disappoint them?
A flick of her fingers turned the system on. “Carter, are you there?"
"Ah...hi Recee...you okay?” His normally even voice was hesitant and unsure.
"I'm just fine, Carter, thank you for asking. Are the girls there with you?” she asked in her sweetest, most sugar-filled tone.
"Ah...yeah...I mean yes, Olivia, Emma, Briley and Trinity are all here. They've been here since we shut the basement door. You know how much they love you, right?"
Recee didn't respond to his question. After all, she had a naked man who loved her waiting only a few feet away. A naked man with a magic cock.
"Livia, Em, Bri, Trin, I have only one message for you."
"What?” they chorused together.
Recee leaned closer to the microphone. “Run,” she said.
"What?” Various feminine voices screamed, shouted and questioned.
"Run."
She flipped the intercom off and strolled back to the man she loved.
"You're mean and vindictive,” he said, throwing back the sheet in invitation.
"And you love me just the way I am.” She crawled into bed beside him.
"I love you, period."
She pressed kisses along his strong jaw before leaning up and staring into his emotion filled eyes. “Did I ever tell you how much I love my presents? I loved seeing those boxes on my doorstep or hearing the doorbell ring. After the shock wore off I couldn't stop thinking about you."
A self-satisfied grin spread across his face. “I told you, you were made for romance. I intend to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."
Then Garen and his magic penis set out to show her exactly how much she was loved...over and over again.
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About the Author
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Allie Standifer lived in various countries around the world. The gift of travel has enabled her to accurately describe the scent, sound and feel of far-off places, feeding her overactive imagination.
Her life has been one of constant adventure. From growing up in Saudi Arabia where her brother tried to sell her to Bedouins (for what amounts to less than $1.50), it's been non stop. And she loves every minute of it.
Ideas, plots, characters and conversations keep her company from inside her head and fuel her need to write. (And no, they don't tell her to start fires. =) Tired of everyday stories, Allie's tales often have a paranormal twist. They're filled with past lives, chain e-mail sending oracles, mythical creatures, magic, sexy gods, and heroines who know exactly what they want and aren't afraid to get it.
Any free time is spent spoiling two nieces and two nephews, pumping them up on sugar, caffeine and buying very loud toys then sending them back to their parents, the perfect revenge for all the slights of being the youngest child.
When not writing or contributing to the delinquency of minors, Allie enjoys the ocean, reading, trying to outsmart her psycho cat and spending time with her wonderful and supportive family.
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Also by Allie Standifer
Ordering Olivia
Enticing Emma
Beguiling Briley
Teasing Trinity
Tempting Temps: Temporary Fix
Christmas Goes Camo: Trapped By Ice
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