by K. M. Scott
“Okay.” I was far from okay, but I figured I had nothing to lose.
“I wanted to tell you about when Stefan was a little boy. I think maybe it might be helpful for you to know.”
Slightly calmer, I sat back and listened as she began to tell me her story.
“Stefan was a natural football player. From the moment his hands first touched a football, it was like you were watching him do something he was born to do. He loved playing. When he got on that field, all his antics and lighthearted ways disappeared and he turned into a force to be reckoned with. Even when he was just a little boy, he was a star on the football field. I used to love going to his games. He was such a natural.”
I liked hearing about Stefan succeeding. So often since I’d known him, I’d had a sense that he felt like he lived in the shadows of his older brothers. To hear that he was star on his own made me smile.
A look of pain settled into Alexandria’s eyes. “But his father wanted the boys to play soccer. Cassian excelled at soccer, but Stefan never seemed to be able to fit in with that sport. He was too big, too muscular for it, whereas his brother tended to be leaner and took to it like a fish to water. So Stefan went from being a star in his own right to once again being second to his brother.”
“Why couldn’t he just play both sports if his father insisted on soccer?” I asked, sad that the one thing Stefan loved had been taken away.
“The schedules conflicted, so my husband made him choose soccer. It only lasted for two seasons before it became obvious that Stefan would never be good at it, but in those two years he was never more miserable. Thankfully, those two years didn’t hurt him and he ended up being a star high school football player.”
“Well, at least there was that.”
“Did you know that he was offered scholarships to half a dozen major schools?”
I shook my head. “No. He never mentioned that. Why didn’t he go to college then?”
“Cassian got sick right before he was ready to leave to go to the University of Oklahoma to begin his freshman year. I think he stayed around for me, to be honest, but just weeks before he was supposed to leave, he told them he wouldn’t be going.”
“Alexandria, why are you telling me this?”
She took a deep breath and sighed. “It was always hard for Stefan to be the younger son when his father was alive, but it got worse when he died because my husband included Kane in his will. I understand why he did, but for Stefan, it was just another example of how unimportant he’d always been to his father.”
My heart hurt hearing her story. “Did he tell you why we aren’t together?”
“No, but I figured if he left you, it probably had something to do with that. He’s never cared for anyone like he cares for you, Shay.”
I hung my head and said in a low voice, “He thinks I picked Kane over him, but he’s wrong. I just went to talk to him that night before Annalea was born.”
“Ah, so that’s it. Well, I know it looks bad now, but give him time. He’ll come around.”
Lifting my head, I looked into her eyes so similar to his. “I miss him. I never meant to make him feel second-best. I would never do that.”
Alexandria took my hand and gently squeezed it. “I know. I just wanted to make sure you understood why he’s like he is.”
She got to up to leave, and I followed her to the door. I’d wanted to ask about him since she got there, and now I couldn’t hold back anymore. “How is he? Is he okay?”
“He looks fine, but a mother knows when her son is pretending to be okay. He hasn’t spoken to me about why you and he broke up, but I had a feeling.”
Taking me in her arms, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. “Remember to just give him time, and don’t worry. He’s not with anyone. He’s still crazy about you. He just needs some time.”
I smiled, but inside all I could think was that every day we spent apart was another day I didn’t get a chance to show him how much I loved him. I hated that I’d been just another opportunity for him to think he wasn’t good enough.
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SILK
I want her. I crave her. She’s my addiction.
The world knows me as Ian Anwell, New York Times bestselling author, but Kristina makes me want more.
Much more.
I need him. I love him. He’s my obsession.
Everyone thinks they know Kristina Richards, but I’m more than what they see on the screen.
So much more.
I’m his muse, and this is our story.
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SILK VOLUME ONE
Excerpt:
I sign my name and a few words about her being my biggest fan, but all I can think of is how her knee feels nudging against my thigh as she sits next to me with her legs folded underneath her. When I hand her the book, she smiles so sweetly at my inscription.
“Thank you. It’s perfect.”
More perfection from the world’s most imperfect soul. If she only knew.
Kristina shifts her weight and begins to fidget with her hands. “I guess you know all about that whole thing with John Stinson and think I’m just the biggest fool, don’t you?”
I truly have no idea what she’s referring to, but I can see by the pain in her gorgeous eyes that it’s something she’s embarrassed by. With a smile, I say, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You don’t?”
Shaking my head, I explain I rarely watch anything that would tell me about Hollywood gossip. “So you see, I really don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh. I thought maybe that was why you didn’t make a move when we got back here.”
She presses her lips together as she waits for my answer, but I’m not in the mood to explain why I haven’t tried to kiss her yet. Better to just do it. Sometimes words get in the way.
The fantasy that’s been playing on a constant loop in my brain is about to come true. Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I gently pull her face toward me and kiss that delicious mouth I first noticed days ago, dying to know what her perfectly formed lips will feel like as I press mine to them.
My cock is rock hard already, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Normally, it takes at least some decent foreplay to get me going, but that’s probably because of the poison flowing through me. Now my bulge is practically busting out of my pants before we even kiss.
Just before her mouth meets mine, she moans ever so slightly a tiny whimper, and then we kiss. Her lips are soft and full, and all I can think of as her tongue slides tentatively into my mouth is how much I want to feel those lips and tongue on my cock.
Her hands caress my cheeks as our kiss intensifies, and then she’s on my lap straddling my hips, her black skirt up around her waist. My hands instinctively move to cup that beautiful ass I’d admired as we left the bar, and a jolt of excitement courses through me when I feel skin instead of the cotton of panties. Fuck, she’s wearing only a garter belt under her skirt!
That gorgeous, full ass feels incredible in my hands. My fingers knead her silky skin as she grinds against the front of my pants, and I lift my hips off the couch to push my cock against her.
Our kiss deepens and our tongues dance together. Kristina moans into my mouth, and I squeeze her cheeks hard, loving how eager she is. She tugs on my hair, her desire ratcheting up against mine and I slip a finger down toward her drenched pussy.
I want her. I want to live the fantasy that’s played repeatedly since that first moment I filled my eyes with her beautiful face.
Kristina’s fingers slide down over my neck to my shirt, and she begins to unbutton it, whispering against my lips, “I want you, Ian. That’s why when my manager told
me you wanted to meet me, I made the meeting for as soon as possible. Tell me you want me. Tell me what you want me to do.”
I push her hands away and groan, “Take your sweater off.”
She obeys my command and slips it off, revealing a pink lace bra. I want to see the gorgeous tits under it, so I quickly unhook it and throw it off to the side as I fill my eyes with the sight of her breasts. Full and firm, they look real, which thrills me even more than I imagined. I cup them in my hands and take one full, deep pink nipple in my mouth, sucking gently at first.
Looking up, I see her watching me, biting her lower lip and whimpering, “Yes…harder…”
Her wish is my command, and I suck her pebbled skin harder into my mouth. I close my eyes and listen to her moans as I bite down gently on her excited nipple. Fuck, she’s responsive! I hadn’t expected that.
Kristina rolls her hips and begins to rub up against me in earnest. I love the idea that my mouth on her is going to get her off even before I whip my cock out. I feel her juices dampen the front of my pants and look up to see her face show the ecstasy building inside her. Releasing her nipple, I move my head to the other one and take it into my mouth, sucking hard as she pulls my hair.
Her hand slides between us and she fingers her wet pussy, but it gets in my way, so I pull her hand away. Disappointed, she frowns and admits quietly, “That’s the only way I can get off.”
I say nothing but shake my head, determined now to make her come from anything but her fingers touching her clit. Holding her hands behind her back, I slide my cock out of my pants and stroke it from base to head. I position it at her entrance and look up at her.
“Not with me.”
She smiles and rolls her hips, taking just the tip of my cock inside her. She’s wet but tight. Lowering her mouth to mine, she kisses me long and deep and then slides onto me until I’m balls deep into her hot cunt. Releasing her hands, I grip her hips and won’t let her move, loving the feel of being inside her. A rush unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before courses through me just as she breaks our kiss and whispers in my ear, “Fuck me. Make me come, Ian.”
My brain shifts to pure pleasure, and every part of my body has a single goal. Make her come from me fucking her. I release my iron grip on her sides and begin guiding her up and down on my cock, loving the sight of her riding me. She’s wild and uninhibited in her pursuit of the orgasm she craves. I want to give that to her as much as I want to come too.
Kristina rocks her hips back and forth, urging my cock to rub up against her G-spot. So open, so responsive, she seduces me and for one of the few times in life, I want another to feel pleasure as much as I feel. Her teeth sink into my shoulder as the first moments of her orgasm overtake her. The gentle squeeze of her cunt around my cock tells me I’ve given her what no one else has ever been able to give her.
I pull her hair roughly to force her to face me. “Don’t look away. I want to see your face when you come.”
Those blue eyes soften as her body gives in to mine, and then they close as she comes hard on my cock. I’m so close and the tender squeeze of her inner walls milking me sends me over the edge. I flood her cunt sending jets of cum inside her. The feeling is better than anything else I’ve ever experienced, even my other addictions.
And she is already an addiction. I know that.
“Oh my God,” she moans softly as she collapses against my chest. “I’ve never been able to get off like that.”
There’s nothing a man loves to hear more than a woman tell him his cock was able to give her something no other man’s cock ever could. It’s something primal and animalistic, but it makes him feel like that woman is his.
I know no matter what twists and turns our time together might take, Kristina is mine now. But that has to remain our secret.
Smoothing her damp hair from her forehead, I look deep into her eyes and say, “I need you to promise me whatever we are together is kept private. Will you promise me that, Kristina?”
Her mouth turns down and a pained look crosses her face. “Why?”
I place a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose and shake my head. “Because of who we are. The rest of the world knowing would ruin this. Tabloids, paparazzi, gossip columns in the papers, all that would taint what we are. So I want to keep this like a delicious secret just between the two of us. Will you?”
“Are you ashamed of what we did?”
“No. I just don’t want the rest of the world ruining this.”
She wants to feel what I gave her again, and I want her more than anything else. She’s already my muse, even though I haven’t told her. I would when the time was right, which makes keeping us a secret all the more important.
Nodding her head, she whispers against my lips, “I promise.”
I kiss her and there as we sit with my cock still deep inside her, I think about how I want to taste that beautiful pussy on the tip of my tongue. Addiction is like that. Once is never enough.
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K.M. Scott writes contemporary romance stories of sexy, intense, and unforgettable love. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, she’s been in love with romance since reading her first romance novel in junior high (she was a very curious girl!). She lives in Pennsylvania with her son and a herd of animals and when she’s not writing can be found reading or feeding her TV addiction.
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Books by K.M. Scott:
Crash Into Me (Heart of Stone #1)
Fall Into Me (Heart of Stone #2)
Give In To Me (Heart of Stone #3)
Ever After (A Heart of Stone Novella)
A Heart of Stone Christmas
The Heart of Stone Trilogy Box Set
Temptation (Club X #1)
Surrender (Club X #2)
Possession (Club X #3)
Satisfaction (Club X #4)
SILK (Volume One)
SILK (Volume Two)
SILK (Volume Three)
SILK (Volume Four)
The SILK Box Set
AND COMING SOON GAGE AND JORDAN’S STORY, A SPINOFF SERIES FROM THE HEART OF STONE SERIES!
Love sexy paranormal romance? K.M. writes under the name Gabrielle Bisset too! Visit Gabrielle’s Facebook page and her website at www.gabriellebisset.com to find out about her books.
Books by Gabrielle Bisset:
Vampire Dreams Revamped (A Sons of Navarus Prequel)
Blood Avenged (Sons of Navarus #1)
Blood Betrayed (Sons of Navarus #2)
Longing (A Sons of Navarus Short Story)
Blood Spirit (Sons of Navarus #3)
The Deepest Cut (A Sons of Navarus Short Story)
Blood Prophecy (Sons of Navarus #4)
Sons of Navarus Box Set #1
Sons of Navarus Box Set #2
BLOOD CRAVING (SONS OF NAVARUS #5) COMING FALL 2015!
Love’s Master
Masquerade
The Victorian Erotic Romance Trilogy
