by Lora Ann
Keeley couldn’t hide her blush. “A honeymoon?”
Shelby wrapped her arm around her. “Yes. Now go!” She gave the little pixie a playful shove.
They were reassured that someone would call them if need be. But Alex assured them that it would be a while before the hearings.
After some tearful goodbyes and a firm, “Everything is taken care of,” from Shelby, Tar and Keeley boarded a plane with no clue where they were going.
*****
Kian stood respectfully before his superior, head bowed as the arguments prevailed against him.
Lars intervened, “As you can see, he has violated several of the rules clearly written, therefore has lost his standing.”
“Silence, Fallen One,” the deep resonating voice of the Prince commanded. “Angel, what do you have to say for yourself,” he addressed Kian.
“I am guilty, Sir.”
A thoughtful nod confirmed. “The child is special and still needs protecting.”
Kian didn’t dare raise his head in excitement.
“But…you, Kian, need to learn from your mistakes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Lars taunted, “I’ll take him with me.”
“Will you ever learn, Fallen One? This is discipline not banishment. Be gone.”
Lars’ scream could be heard as he was hurled back to Hell.
The Prince stood in front of the mighty warrior. “I do hope you understand why I must do this.” He motioned and two other angels stepped forward. “Bend.”
Kian took a knee as his wings were ripped from him and his halo pulled from his head. He was stripped of his armor and given the form of a human man.
“You are here by sentenced to one lifetime as a human on earth.”
Kian gasped, not just from the physical pain he was in but the emotional as well.
“Find the child named Cole McNeil and guard him. He will be a man of great power someday if you can protect him during the most vulnerable time of his life. Childhood.”
He placed a hand on Kian. “I do hope you succeed, Kian.”
The floor of gold opened and Kian fell, hitting the earth abruptly. Naked, he scrambled to his feet, searching his surroundings. Snow. Mountains. Pine trees. And he was freezing his ass off, along with a rather important body part he seemed to recall. Glancing down at the thing that dangled between his legs.
“Where the hell are your clothes?” came a female voice from behind him.
He turned with a hand over the part of him that made him male. “Not sure.” His voice much the same as before, deep and low.
Her eyes widened and her breathing grew more erratic. She stripped off her parka. “Cover your junk before it freezes and falls off.”
His head cocked noticing her body did not match her words. “Yes, ma’am.”
She threw a wave over her shoulder as she turned. “I’m by no means old enough to be a ma’am. Come on, let’s go get you in front of a fire. I won’t be held responsible for you being found in the spring thaw buck ass naked.”
He couldn’t help but grin. She was—what was that word he heard Mitch say?—“sassy,” he said, snapping his fingers.
“You ain’t seen my sass yet, mister.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
The private jet left the airfield as Keeley snuggled into Tar. Exhaustion took over and, by the time dinner was served, they were fighting to keep their eyes open. A flight attendant cleared the area of all plates and glasses, instructed them on how the seats reclined into beds, gave them their pillows and blankets, and told them, “I won’t be back out here unless you call me or it’s time for breakfast.” She gave them a knowing wink.
Tar yawned, “Someone told her it’s our honeymoon.”
“I love you, but,” she stretched, “I have no more energy.”
His chuckled low as he pulled her to him. A soft kiss was exchanged. “Sleep, Beautiful. We have our whole lives to make love.”
“Or fuck, depending on our mood,” Keeley muttered with a slight nip to his ear.
“I do love a feisty woman.”
“No. I am your only woman.”
“Till death do us part.”
They slept through breakfast and didn’t budge until the plane began its decent. Both took turns in the bathroom, drank a bottle of water and snuggled close while looking out the window. She grinned. “Reminds me so much of Italy.”
His wide-eyed gaze met hers. “Because it is. Look.” He pointed.
“Oh my, God. E sent us back to where we first really got to know each other.”
“You mean,” he declared, “where we first fell in love.”
“Well, yeah, there is that.” She smiled and kissed him lightly.
“I knew the night you tied me to that bed,” he growled.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she gasped. “It was the night walk in the garden for me. Though I first fell in lust in that hanger.”
“Me, too,” he confessed. “And, the garden was on the same night you engaged in the ultimate game of cat and mouse.” His finger tapping her pert nose.
She giggled and buried her head against his chest. “Men do love the chase.”
He squeezed her tight. “Now that I caught you, I’m not ever letting go.”
“As if I’d let you,” she chastised, earning her a firm grip on her hip.
“I love it when you do that,” she admitted.
“What? Make sure you know I want you.”
Her pink tongue ran along her bottom lip. “Yeah. Like I’m the only woman in the universe you have eyes for.”
“You are,” he growled and kissed her with possession as the plane landed.
The drive was full of memories as they each pointed out things they remembered. Keeley grew a bit somber as they passed the rehab facility—their reason for being there in the past. “Hey,” Tar lured her gaze to his, “we’re going to erase the bad with good.”
She sighed, “It wasn’t all bad, though.”
“I agree. It’s where you began to accept yourself.”
She glanced out the window. “How did you know that? I mean, I made a lot of mistakes and poor choices once I left here.”
“Yes, you did,” he concurred. “But all journeys to find oneself must begin with a first step.”
“Makes perfect sense then to be back here.”
“Why’s that?” His head angled in curiosity.
“Because we now take the first step on the journey of forever.”
“Mmmmm,” he nipped along her neck, “I do like the sound of that.”
Tar swooped her into his arms, carrying her over the threshold of a quaint villa. A bottle of champagne, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a card lay waiting on the table. But Tar had to have his wife, now. With a swipe of his hand everything crashed to the floor, as he sat her on that table. His gaze now dark, making his emerald eyes look like a deep forest at dusk. She licked her lips in anticipation. “I want to go slow and savor you, but fuck, Keeley, right now, I need to be buried balls deep, pounding into you.”
Her fingers yanked her pretty white blouse open. His hungry eyes on the satin bra she wore. She tugged the cups under her breasts, lifting them. He ate at those hard peaks until her head thrashed back and forth from his ravenous mouth. No longer patient, his hands pushed the flirty blue skirt to her waist. His eyes on those satin white panties shimmering with her wetness. “Fucking pussy. So ready.” He pulled the zipper down on his pants and popped the button. Her heavy-lidded gaze on his body as he yanked down his boxers, letting it all slide around his ankles. His hand stroked his cock base to head as she watched. He perused her curves with a need that was downright feral. His hand now moved faster as she soaked those panties.
His grip traveled to her hips and flipped her over. Her feet were now on the floor, and with a sharp snap, he tore her panties free. He pushed down between her shoulder blades, holding her in place. “Spread them wide and hold on,” he growled.
God, he was out of control, and she fucking
loved that she could do that to such a powerful man. Her fingers squeezing the hard table tight as her nipples caught friction. He kept his promise. Thrust after thrust, he claimed her. His bite marking the top of her shoulder as she screamed out his name. “Say it again,” he demanded with another powerful push into her.
She came crying out, “Tarius-fucking-McNeil.”
He was right there with her, fisting her hair as he panted, “My fucking wife.”
In the wee hours of the morning, she went to grab some water. Sore and tired from making love on every surface in that villa. Her walk a little awkward from the new positions they were experimenting with. Some she wanted to try again until they perfected. Others, yeah, she was good with not repeating those. Unless, of course, he wanted to. She’d willing try again just for him. Her eyes went to the floor where the moonlight caught the champagne bottle they never opened. God, that table sex was out-of-this-world. They were definitely doing that again and again. She reached down to pick up the champagne and fruit basket when the envelope caught her eyes. After washing off some grapes, she sat and opened the card. Tears blurred her vision and she knocked over the bottle, shattering it.
The sound of breaking glass brought Tar running. But what stopped him dead in his tracks was the sight of his wife sobbing at the table he now considered the best fuck of his life—to date. Careful of the shards scattered around Keeley, he gathered her into his arms and carried her to the sofa. She cried into his neck as he softly stroked her back. “Why the tears, Beautiful?”
Her trembling fingers still gripped the card. She slid it into his hand. How’d he miss she was holding something? He flipped on a light and read it. His eyes blinked several times as the emotion caught in his throat. She raised up and held his face in her hands. “A baby,” she whispered. “They want to give us our baby.”
He was still processing. E and Lacey offered them the gift of life. And he sat there utterly speechless as tears trickled down his face.
*****
“A winery,” she squealed as they approached the vineyard.
“We have to make new memories.” He winked.
Their tour was private, she noticed, as they strolled along hand in hand. Flirty touches when they were sure no one was looking. Stolen kisses behind the grape vines. Everything ramped up the anticipation. Both knew that was best part of love making. Delayed gratification always came with just a little extra wow! They entered a building where the wine was made. But Keeley was caught off guard when Tar shoved her between two barrels with her back up against another. “What?”
He silenced her by devouring. No words could escape as he took more and more, until she no longer existed. Completely merged into him. With a sudden movement, he stepped back and left her panting and begging openly. “Please, I need you.”
His growl territorial as he slowly walked away. “Don’t move,” he commanded with an authority that made her even hotter than she already was.
Her legs rubbed together searching to relieve the throbbing ache between them. Keeley nearly reached down to pleasure herself. But she could overhear him talking with the owner, whose thick Italian accent gave her a clue. Tar ensured they were not disturbed. And from the knowing chuckle of their guide, his request was accepted.
He stalked toward her, noticing she was squirming. His grin mischievous, matching the glint from those jewel green eyes. “Horny?” he teased, slowly unbuckling his belt and yanking it free of the loops. A zing coursed along her aching clit as she heard the crack of leather.
Her breath blasted out as he stood there, legs spread wide, belt doubled in his hand. “You’re a—”
“Your master,” he declared.
Again, the authority poured out of him, making her cross her ankles. “When did you discover this side of yourself?” She knew asking questions would earn her a little punishment. And she deliberately disobeyed the rules she should follow.
“Did I say we could play twenty questions?”
“Hey, that’s a bit bossy,” she retorted.
He closed the distance between them, fisting her hair and holding her firm. “Sir. Dom. Master. I’m all of them. For you.” The belt now stroked along the side of her face. “And I will command you.”
Her mouth wide open as her lungs fought hard to draw in air. “Will you use that on me?”
“Absolutely,” he drawled out as he slid the leather between her breasts.
She pushed a little more by continuing to speak. “How?”
His smile full of wickedness as he ordered, “Hands above your head.”
Her eyes, watching in hunger, as he used the leather to restrain her wrists, then secured them to a spigot in the barrel. He was so close, and she nipped at anything she could reach. His growl low and promising discipline as he flicked open a knife. She knew he always carried one, but a tremor of oh-my-god-how-kinky-is-he-going-to-get couldn’t be stopped as it traveled up her spine. Her eyes widened as he began to cut her clothes off with precision and tortuously slow. Every part of her he exposed brought his tongue out to sample. She was a writhing, hot mess by the time he’d stripped her.
Tar was a man who liked to give by nature. From his point of view, it was her pleasure that was first and foremost and what made him ravenous for more. He turned the tip of the blade on himself and cut away his clothing just for her. The lusty groans escaping her made him impossibly hard. But it was her gaze licking his cock that nearly undid him. “God damn, I want to fuck your mouth.”
She licked her lips, trying to figure out how that could be a reality in this position. His eyes on that sweet, pink tongue, purposely driving him mad. Pipes from a sprinkler system ran overhead. His height a serious advantage as he grabbed on and pulled himself up. He rested his feet between barrels and slid his cock along those waiting lips. She took him in with a lustful vigor, covering her teeth with her lips, stroking with her tongue, before she sucked.
He pushed to the back of her throat. The fire in his balls became unbearable. “Jesus. Fuck.” Completely losing all control when her teeth scraped. “DAMN!” he roared as he came. A tad unstable from the force of his orgasm, he dropped and pushed his body flush to hers. Grabbing handfuls of her ass as he squeezed tight. His tongue dueled with hers, tasting himself. Air, he needed air, drawing a deep breath along the side of her lips. “This mouth of yours,” nipping between words, “Sweet, sassy, and oh-so fuckable.” He bit down on her bottom lip and tugged.
Her deep moans demanded he waged war with her. His thick digits moved between her folds before his thumb entered her core. His ring finger in her ass, intentionally avoiding her clit. He enjoyed the hell out of driving her insane with each fuck of his hand. His chest rubbed along her sensitive nipples while his mouth wreaked havoc on her neck, marking her with each bite and long suck. Her breath blasted out. “Tar. Please.”
He stopped all movement and backed away. His cock protested with a vengeance. She was sexy as sin with that desperate need to come saturating her gaze. His eyes traveled down to see that wasn’t the only thing drenched in desire. “God, I love seeing that.” His hand raised as her stance opened. But he needed to make good on his promise to discipline. He smacked her pussy, hard.
She quivered. If he would do that again, she’d find some relief. But Tar was reading her body, reading her. His movements swift as he spun her around and gave three sharp spanks to each cheek of her ass. A fire uncontained ran rampant across every hot spot on her body.
“So close,” he rasped and yanked her hair the way she loved. He switched to gentle strokes along her freshly pink ass, making soft circles, his mouth now at the nape of her neck. He placed tender kisses on her shoulder blades, and with the tip of his tongue, traced each petal of her cyan blue, lotus flower tattoo. His did match and was in a place only she could thoroughly enjoy. He grinned, remembering their wedding night when she discovered it. Just above his cock. Erect it was covered, so it took her a while to notice. Now, he paid homage to hers. “Beautiful,” he breathe
d across it, moving up her arms. “There are many pleasure spots along a woman’s body. Did you know that?”
Her head fell to the side on a mewl as he demonstrated, spinning her around to face him. He continued to teach her things about her own body she was unaware of. Correction. His body. If there had ever been a sliver of doubt about that, it was now vanquished forever. “Take it all,” she panted. “It belongs to you.”
His smile magnificent. “Yes. I know,” he affirmed, not ashamed of the cockiness in those three little words. His trek along her body was sweet agony as he knelt before her. “Naked pussy.” He waited for her to gaze down at him and locked his on hers. “Bare before me. Vulnerable. And oh-so trusting. My gift.” His tongue making a broad stroke over her seam. “True beauty.” His voice full of reverence as he placed each of her knees over his broad shoulders, opening her up to his worshipful gaze. “I need more,” he affirmed before running the tip of his nose over her clit, then holding her wide open. “My turn,” he cautioned before teasing up and down the sides of the spot he knew she craved.
Closer and closer he went with purposeful strokes to drive her to the edge. Her hips tried to force his mouth where she needed it. He couldn’t deny her what she so desperately had to have. But he wanted her to say it and continued with moving his mouth, using his tongue everywhere but there.
“God…damn… it…” she cried, no longer holding back. “Master, please. I need to come. For you,” she pleaded, “let me come.”
“Fucking poetry, Beautiful,” he praised, then gave her what she begged for. First the tip of his tongue, feeling her throbbing pulse. Next his lips, closing over to properly capture his favorite spot of nothing but pleasure. And last, he sucked. Her screams deafening as he took her over that cliff. He followed with soft licks and kisses, but he needed more of her. So much more. He rose, careful not to hurt her, and released her hands from the belt. She wrapped them around his neck and kissed him deeply, her juices on his tongue. She was awe-struck with how amazing he was at bringing her pleasure wrapped in the beauty of love and devotion.
