Devour

by E. K. Blair

  Sitting and pulling her beside me, I lift her chin by one finger. “It’s the most amazing gift I’ve ever received, Laney. I love it.” The thank you kiss starts out gentle, but this naked miracle has other plans, climbing up on my lap and never breaking her lock on my mouth. Her arms slide around my neck, her knees spreading to grip the outside of my hips. I refuse to take her anywhere but in my bed the first time, so I stand, clutching her against me.

  We’re dripping wet, but I’ll be damned if I’m stopping for a towel. I take the stairs two at a time, her legs gripped around my waist, and kick my bedroom door shut behind us, Laney sucking my mouth the entire trip. Her fingers muss my hair, pulling, her little moans and mews making me delirious.

  “Baby,” I pant into her mouth, “tell me what you want. I need the words.” I walk to the bed and lay her down gently. Standing over her, my eyes raking up and down her unbelievable body, I send up a silent thank you that I’m a man, followed by a prayer to do right by her.

  “Love me, Dane.” Her eyes are hazy, her arms opening to me. She’s so fucking gorgeous, unreal even, laying wanting in my bed. Beads of water still visible on her golden body and my chest aches with each breath I manage to take.

  “I do love you, Laney. I love you more than anything.” I silence myself now, though all I want to do is profess on and on what she means to me.

  She pushes herself up on her elbows, her beautiful, ample breasts thrusting towards me. Her nipples are a deep pink, just like her lips, and mine itch to kiss her there. “You love me? Like love me, love me?” Her eyes water and her mouth twitches, afraid to smile until she’s sure I mean it.

  I move on the bed, hovering over her on my forearms but close enough to feel her warm body beneath me. “I’m not sure what kind of love you mean, baby, but if you mean do I want you to be with me forever, that I can’t bear the thought of being without you as my lover, my best friend, my whole world...one day my wife, and my baby mama,” I wink at her and smile, “then yes, I love you love you.”

  Tears roll down her cheeks now, so I shift to lay beside her, wiping them away. “Happy tears, I hope?”

  Chuckling, she nods. “Yes, very happy tears. You overwhelm me, but in such a good way.” She rolls on her side, burying her face in my chest. I run my hand down her side, over her hip, down to that little dent between hip and stomach, “Dane’s Dent.” Her breathing staggers against my chest as my hand treks to her delectable ass. I growl as I squeeze it, finest fucking ass ever; tight, round and all mine.

  Timidly, she unburies her face and flicks her tongue on my nipple. Animalistic, I roar and roll her underneath me. I pin her hands above her head and roll my hips against her, making her gasp. “No more, Laney, I fucking mean it. No leaving me,” hip thrust, “no hiding shit from me,” hard, slow thrust, “and just me. Mine. For good.” I finish with a grinding circle against her core.

  She nods her head. “I promise, Dane.” She raises her shaky hand to my face and strokes my cheek tenderly. “I love you, too.” Pulling my face to her, she kisses me deeply and whispers on my lips, “I’m all yours now. So what are you gonna do with me?”

  Finally hearing the words from her, “I love you,” “I’m all yours,” the tension I’ve carried in my body for months vanishes. No more back and forth indecisive “oh what about Evan” bullshit. She’s mine now, she knows it, and after all this time, I can finally say I do, too. I can take the woman I love now and I get to keep her. Releasing her hands, I skim mine down her body, memorizing the feel of every inch. Her hardened nipples poke into my chest, so I take one in my mouth, teasing the other with my fingers.

  “Oh God, Dane,” she groans, arching her back like a wet dream.

  “Like that, baby?”

  “Mhmmm,” she moans, so responsive. Her little hand sneaks to the drawstring of my suit, but I snatch it away. My pants absolutely cannot come off yet or the show’s gonna be over before the opening credits are done. She’s a virgin, and I’d die before I hurt her, so I have to make sure she’s more than ready.

  “Not yet.” I kiss along her throat, trailing my fingertips down until they meet her bare, wet center. She lets out a little whimper at the contact, her thighs quivering against me. I suck in a breath; fuck, she’s so sexy.

  I tease along the edges of her until her head is thrashing side to side, gradually slipping a finger inside her. She hisses and pushes down against my hand, so I add another.

  “D-Dane,” she sputters.

  “What, baby?” I bite a nipple gently. “Tell me.”

  “I need,” she groans as I increase speed, adding my thumb against her hot button, “oh, oh I need that, just like that, Dane.”

  I chuckle; learning sweet Laney is going to be nirvana. “Just like that?” I mock, running my other hand through her hair. I feel her tighten around my fingers, spasming from within. “That’s my girl.” She wails, drawing up her knees, and comes on my hand. It’s the hottest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait much longer to be inside her. I kiss, suck, and nibble my way up her belly, paying extra attention to both breasts before taking her mouth feverishly. She runs her hands up and down my back before sliding them under my shorts, digging her fingers into my ass. She pulls my rock-hard groin against her, grinding into me. I refuse to believe all innocents are so good at this; Laney’s a fucking fireball. And she has no clue she’s walking sex; good.

  “Dane!” She bites my chin, forcing my attention to her face. “I need you, right now.”

  “Baby,” I say as I drop a kiss her forehead, “you can plan our dates, tell me what to wear, run the radio,” I wink, “you can even name our kids one day...after Disney characters even. But in the bedroom, the hot tub, against the wall or basically anywhere I have you naked and wet...let me lead.”

  My fingers find her again, thrusting two in unforgivably. “Can you do that for me, Laney? Can you trust me to take care of you?” I curl my fingers up and stroke inside her, drawing a throaty whine from her. “Hmm?”

  “Yes,” she pants.

  “Good girl,” I croon, pinching her clit and sending her off like a rocket. She writhes and twists, a vision, my vision. When she comes down, I ease off the bed to the bathroom, returning with a condom that I toss on the bed. Lowering my trunks, my eyes never leave her face.

  Standing before her naked, I watch her expression go from skittish, to surprised, and finally settle on warm. She raises her gaze to mine and my heart seizes in my chest at the love and acceptance I see there.

  Shifting to her hands and knees, she crawls to the edge of the bed, rising up inches from me. She traces every line of my upper body, smoothing her palms across my abs, switching back to fingertips along the grooves leading down to my groin. Her chestnut eyes peek back up at me as her little tongue slips out over her bottom lip. “You are magnificent. Thank you for waiting for me, for this.” She blows out a long breath. “I love you. I didn’t know what that really meant until I met you. You were made to be my other half and I yours.”

  I know this should be a sweet, romantic moment, but hearing her heartfelt words draw out every barbaric chemical in my body. I lift her, shifting her to the middle of the bed, and swiftly settle over her. “Gotta have you baby, gotta get inside.” I kiss her manically, working her up again. “Not gonna lie, love,” I say, firmly kneading her breasts, “it’s probably gonna hurt a little bit, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

  “I trust you,” she whispers breathily. She watches intently as I roll on the condom, eyes curious and sparkling. Opening her arms to me, I move back over her, wanting to savor every second as much as needing to take care with her. “Ah,” she winces and bows her back off the bed as I enter her.

  “Relax for me,” I growl, bracing myself, running my hands through her hair, kissing her face. Holding back for what seems like hours, her body becomes less rigid. “Ready for more?” I whisper, waiting for her eyes to say yes. Every baser instinct screams at me to thrust deep into her but I fight against it
, my jaw clenched. She’s so damn tight, so warm, and I will never, ever be the same. I couldn’t have dreamt she’d feel this good or imagined the all-consuming feelings that would instantly enter my head, my heart...my soul. Amazing that I’m able to have profound thoughts at this moment, but even more amazing when I realize my body and mind’s recognition of another person as my whole collide. Not a fuck, not a crush, not lukewarm- cosmic.

  She nods jerkily, so I ease further in ever so slowly, kissing along her neck, devoted to the spot behind her ear that drives her mad. Hitting her barrier, I rock back and then breakthrough in one smooth stroke. She cries out, her chest heaving rapidly, her legs clinching. “Relax through it, baby.” I nuzzle her neck. “Tell me when you’re okay.” I resolve myself not to move until she tells me, again, no matter how badly I want to.

  Blowing out a few breaths, she runs her hands down my back, picking up her head to kiss my chest. I feel her body began to relax. “I’m ready. Love me, Dane,” she says sweetly.

  I rock slowly into her, lost in the sensation. Perfection; hot, mind-blowing perfection. “You feel amazing, Laney.” My words are a huff. I slide my hands under her ass, tilting her up, wanting to get as deep into her heaven as possible.

  “Oh, oh,” she murmurs, igniting the animal in me once again. Her little sounds are my undoing and my cock hardens impossibly more with each one.

  ”Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I command her as I lean down to pull on her pebbled nipple with my teeth. “Just like that, yeah. Oh shit, unbelievable, baby. So. Damn. Good.”

  Barely able to comprehend, Laney shocks me, splintering the man in me to pieces, by reaching up and bracing her hands against the headboard. She uses the leverage to push back into me, hard.

  “Fuck, Laney, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

  “S’okay, let go, Dane,” she goads in the sexiest growl I’ll ever hear.

  Just a few more strokes and I explode with a guttural roar. White sparks blink on the edges of my vision, but I dare not close my eyes, taking in every nuance of Laney’s face, eyes, body. My orgasm draws out longer than any I’ve ever had and I keep thrusting slowly into her long after I’m finished, not ready to lose the connection with her quite yet.

  Finally completely spent, I collapse astride her, caressing her hair and tucking my face into her neck. She smells of Laney, sweat and...me, best thing I’ve ever smelled in my life. “My bad, baby, I finished without you,” I mumble.

  Her body shakes against me with her sweet laugh. “I don’t think I’m expected to, you know, um, during the first time. The pain kinda throws ya off. The warm up was stellar, though.” She offers me a smile and kiss on my nose.

  “We’re not stopping next time until you come around me.” I run my tongue along her lips. “At least twice.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  DIZZY

  Laney

  Hot, too hot. What? I groggily come to, overheated, odd for me since I’m always cold. Getting my bearings, the hot flash quickly becomes complete incineration. One very fine man is covering me, the heat of his body suddenly not a burden, kissing his way up my body.

  “Looking to try out that morning breath theory of yours, huh?” I giggle, my voice rough with sleep.

  Dane lifts his head and flashes me a dazzling smile. His sleepy eyes and messy bed-hair are irresistible and I feel my nipples tighten at the sight. He slides up me, placing kisses along my jaw, forehead and nose before finally greeting my lips softly. “Good morning baby,” he rumbles sexily.

  “Good morning yourself, did you sleep well?” “Mhmm,” he hums into my neck, where his tongue

  is toying with my sanity. “Never better.”

  I run my hands up his back, tracing the taut muscles there, and shift my legs slightly so he can fall deeper into the cradle of me. I’ve never felt more comfortable in my own skin than I do right now, never more in sync with another person. No, never; not like I do with Dane. Being with Dane, I feel womanly, sexual, alive, and even rhythmic. My reverie is broken by the sound of Dane’s phone. He leans across me to grab it off the nightstand, laughing when he reads it.

  “What’s funny?” I ask.

  “I forgot to tell Tate it was okay for them to come out. They’re hungry and want to go in the kitchen.” He types out a response and tosses the phone back down.

  “You told them they couldn’t come out?” I grin. “You’re so bad. Thank God they at least had access to a bathroom. Speaking of which, I need to get up and shower.” I push on his shoulder. “Get off me, you brute.”

  “Why the hurry?” He looks up at me with big eyes. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

  “Well, at some point today, yes. I have stuff to do before my trip home.” I try to slide out from under him but he cages me in, both arms beside my head.

  “Laney, are you running?” His brow crinkles and worry etches his face.

  “No.” I run my finger down his nose. “It’s Christmas break. Of course I have to go see my dad for the holidays. Don’t you have family stuff to do?”

  He doesn’t answer for far too long, letting his forehead fall against mine. Pain emanates from him and I brace myself for whatever it is he’s working up the courage to tell me. I lightly stroke my hands through his hair, patiently waiting for him to open up to me. Finally.

  “Tate’s the only family I have, Laney.”

  No sudden gasp or line of questioning; I don’t react, but rather keep the same calming speed to my strokes of his hair. Placing kisses on his crown intermittently, I remain silent and mentally will him to continue.

  “My parents aren’t just never home, they’re gone. Been almost three years,” his voice wobbles and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me.

  “Go on,” I whisper.

  “My dad, our dad, loved to fly. He’d whisk my mom away for weekend trips, hell sometimes even just lunch,” he lightly chuckles, “all the time. One trip, they didn’t come back. Mechanical failure, landing gear didn’t even come down.” His voice is somber now and a shudder runs through him. “So Tate’s all I have now. And you.” He lifts his head and looks at me hopefully. “I have you.”

  It’s a statement, but question lurks in his eyes, laced with insecurity. “Yes, Dane, you have me.” I smile weakly, still saddened to hear about his parents. Every time I asked where they were or if they’d be home, I’d been driving a dagger in his heart. I talk about my dad non-stop. I left Dane here alone on Thanksgiving. I’ve been an idiot and Bennett’s words ring in my ears. “Dane,” I cup his cheek with one hand, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry about your parents, and I’m sorry I didn’t know, or ask—”

  “Laney, don’t. Not your fault at all. I didn’t exactly tell you the truth. I wanted to, so many times, especially knowing how you feel about your mom, but I just didn’t. So I’m sorry, too.”

  “Don’t even think about apologizing to me. You told me now, when it felt right, and that’s all that matters.” Wrapping myself around him once again, unable to not just hold him, love him, comfort him, I continue. “And Dane, your mom didn’t leave you, she was taken. I’m sure she loved you very much. How could she not?”

  “Let’s just say I didn’t know my mom as well as I thought I did, and maybe there are things you don’t know about yours, too, Laney.”

  “What do you mean?” I lean back and look up at him.

  He sits up and drags me on his lap, wrapping a sheet around me loosely.

  He sits up and drags me on his lap, wrapping a sheet around me loosely. “My mom, not Tate’s mom, was our father’s second wife. When they died, I got everything. I have more money than I’ll ever spend, Laney, and Tate got nothing.” He looks down, as though ashamed, speaking again from that pose. “My mother couldn’t accept Tate. He represented her husband’s past life, the one before her. She was so jealous she took it out on Tate, till he finally just quit visiting. I didn’t know that’s why he disappeared until he came for our father’s funeral and I had to
drag it out of him.”

  Running a slow hand down his face, he kisses my shoulder and leaves his lips there, his next words soft upon my skin. “I was sole beneficiary, to everything. So it would seem my mother talked our father into hurting him, too, even after death. I’m not sure why he even speaks to me, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to him.”

  “Look at me.” I lift his head, cupping his face. “It’s not your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for their wrongs, Dane. All you can control is you, and you are a wonderful person.”

  He covers my hands with his own. “Tate won’t take a dime; says he won’t touch their hate money. So I just see to it that he benefits in clever ways.” He almost smiles. “That’s our secret though, baby, okay?” He raises his brow in question.

  I nod and smile, his secrets are safe with me and my heart floods with admiration. Dane doesn’t have a greedy bone in his body and knowing what he does to help his brother, well, it’s just another reason I adore him. I’m still a little lost at how this all relates to my own mother, however.

  And cue the slightly frightening Dane ESP. “So, sometimes you may think you know people, and things are actually worse. Whereas sometimes you may think the worst and don’t know the real person at all.” He quirks a brow at me.

  What? “What?”

  “Go take your shower, and brush your teeth.” He laughs and kisses me. “Then I want to give you one of your Christmas presents.”

  The hot shower feels wonderful. I ache in the most intimate places, and think for a second about really milking out my discomfort to tease Dane. I decide to go easy on him, though, when I step out and see the casual set of pants and shelf-tank he’s left on the counter for me. Silky and light pink, the new clothes glide over my body and I smile to myself, thinking about how good he is to me; but I damn near tear up when I see the two pain relievers and glass of OJ. This man—if I told people the things he does for me, they’d think I was making him up.