by Opal Carew
But she did want him. So he would follow her wherever she wanted to go. Once she made love with him again, maybe she would remember how much she loved him … and forgive him.
She slid open the patio door and walked across the grass. Her nightgown slipped from her body and wisped to the ground. Wearing only skimpy panties, she continued toward the pool. She stood on the side and dove into the water. A moment later, she surfaced and clung to the side of the pool with one hand. She curled in the water, and a second later she lifted her dripping panties from the water and tossed them onto the stone deck, then she smiled at him.
Oh, God, he wanted her. His heart ached for her. His body ached for her.
Still wearing his pajama pants, he dove into the water and swam toward her. He grabbed the side of the pool and flicked his head to toss his wet hair from his face. She gazed at him as he faced her, a sweet smile on her lips.
Her fingers entwined in his hair and she drew his face to hers, then pressed her lips to his. He dragged the tip of his tongue across her lips and glided into her mouth. She sucked, pulling his tongue deeper. Heat filled his groin. Her hands stroked down his sides, then around behind him to stroke his buttocks. He clenched, loving the feel of her delicate hands cupping him. Then her fingers curled under his pajama pants and glided over his naked skin as her thumbs pushed his pants downward. She squeezed his butt, then nipped his lips and glided down farther, pushing his pants down more.
He kicked them away as he stroked her hair with one hand. Her warm hands wrapped around his growing cock, then she grinned at him and disappeared under the water, descending his body as if climbing down a tree, then she hooked her legs around his calves to anchor herself. A second later, he felt her warm lips caress the tip of his hard cock, then she opened and took him into the warmth of her mouth.
He stroked her hair, almost gasping at the tender, erotic treatment of her mouth. She dragged her tongue over the tip of him, then squeezed him inside her mouth. When she began to suck, he did gasp.
Then her mouth slipped away and she surged to the surface to suck in air.
She grinned. “Maybe you should sit on the side for me, so I don’t drown.”
He chuckled and kissed her. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
He grabbed the side of the pool and hiked himself up, then sat in the corner. His erection bobbed up and down. He could hardly wait for her to touch him again.
She propped her elbows on his thighs and wrapped her hands around him. She stroked, then grinned and swallowed his cockhead. She squeezed and sucked a few times, then released him and licked down his shaft. She lowered into the water and turned her head. From her position beneath him, she licked his balls. A moment later, she drew one of the soft, shaven sacs into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked on him gently, her hand lightly massaging the other sac.
“Oh, God, Crystal. I love that.”
She released him from her mouth. “I know.”
She shifted and pushed herself upward again, then nibbled his shaft with her lips, traveling to the tip again. She swallowed him inside, then glided up and down.
He couldn’t believe he was here like this with Crystal again. After the despair of believing he’d lost her forever, this was sheer heaven. She touched him with such loving tenderness. Such concern for his pleasure.
She dove down deep, sending heat flooding through him. His balls tightened, and he knew he couldn’t last.
“Honey, I’m going to…” He slid his hand along the crown of her head as she moved. “Oh, damn, that’s…”
He sucked in air as she gazed up at him, nodding, his cock protruding from her mouth as she glided away. Then she surged forward again. He clutched her head and twitched forward, succumbing to the sensational heat of her mouth around him, squeezing him. He exploded, filling her mouth, the heat of his semen surrounding his cock. Then she swallowed and drew away.
“Sweetheart, that was mind-blowing.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
She grinned. “Well, I certainly was blowing.”
She offered her hand, and he took it and pulled her from the water. He stood up and drew her to the grass, then sat down. She pressed him onto his back and prowled over him, then sat on his stomach as if holding him captive. He laughed and tugged her to his body, claiming her mouth. Then he rolled her over, trapping her between his hands.
“Now I think it’s your turn.”
“You think?” Her blue eyes glittered in the light of the full moon.
He chuckled again, then nuzzled the base of her neck and watched the goose bumps trail along her skin.
He kissed along her shoulder, then down her chest. When he reached her lovely breast, he kissed up the mound of softness, then licked the hard nub at the summit. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms and pulled him closer. He obeyed and drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her sweet moan echoed through him. He licked, then sucked again.
She arched her pelvis upward. He kissed to her other nipple while his hand stroked down her rib cage to her stomach. She arched again, and he slid to the soft folds between her thighs. His fingers found the slick opening and he glided inside her.
“God, you’re wet.”
“Well, I was”—she sucked in air as he pushed in deeper and stroked her tight passage—“in the pool.”
“Yeah.” He nipped her nub again. “I don’t think that’s the reason.” He grinned at her. “But maybe I should take a closer look.”
He kissed down her torso and stopped at her navel.
“Have I ever told you how adorable this is?” He pushed his tongue into the cute little indentation.
“Yes, many times.”
He could hear the smile in her voice. He kissed downward, loving the feel of her skin beneath his lips. God, it was as if she were made of warm, soft silk. When he reached her clean-shaven pussy, he paused, staring in awe. His fingers were still inside her, enclosed in the moist warmth of her, but it thrilled him to be this close to her lovely pink folds. He drew his fingers from inside her and pressed her thighs apart. To see her glistening opening up close. To be able to reach forward, as he did now, and run his tongue along her.
His heart soared. Soon he would hear the delightful soft sounds she made as he brought her to bliss. He would taste her honey sweetness as she erupted in orgasm.
He parted her folds with his thumbs and gazed at her slickness.
She shifted a little. “Hey, what are you doing down there?”
“I’m admiring you.”
“That’s not my best angle.”
“Are you kidding?” He chuckled. “Anyway, is there somewhere you’d rather I be looking right now?”
“Well … no.”
“Good.”
At that, he stroked his finger along her opening, then licked again. She sighed. He glided his thumbs forward and opened to peer at the little button swelling inside the petals of moist flesh. He ran his fingertip over it, and she gasped.
* * *
Crystal threw back her head as she sucked in air. Brent’s finger stroked her sensitive nub, then his tongue flicked against it. She murmured deep in her throat. Then he sucked. She forked her fingers through his hair and clung to him. He flicked her clit again and drew his head back, peering at her in the moonlight. She arched upward.
It had been wonderful touching him again, especially after believing she’d lost him forever. Feeling his hard cock in her hands and mouth … knowing she turned him on so thoroughly … sent her over the moon.
Now, with him touching her, his tongue driving her wild … she was in heaven.
His fingers glided inside her slick passage as his lips nibbled her tender flesh. He licked, then sucked again. Heat swelled through her and pleasure skittered along her nerve endings.
“Oh, God, sweetheart, you taste so good.”
His fingers stroked faster and she arched again, then heat blasted through her. He sucked on her clit and she moaned as her whole body seemed to vi
brate with intense energy. She gasped as blissful waves shuddered through her. She sucked in air and moaned again, clutching his head to her as an intense orgasm flung her to paradise.
Brent flopped down beside her. He took her hand and they lay there, staring up at the starry sky.
* * *
Evan watched out the window at Crystal lying flat on the grass, totally naked, Brent stretched out beside her. His heart ached. He hadn’t meant to watch. Didn’t want to see what he’d seen. But he’d been mesmerized. Hypnotized watching the woman he loved being drawn back to the man she should be with.
Guilt sidled through him at the thought that he never should have told her how he felt about her. Not only had it betrayed his best friend, Brent, but it had put Crystal in turmoil and caused the resulting pain of Brent leaving her at the altar. That wouldn’t have happened if Brent hadn’t seen Crystal kissing Evan.
If Evan hadn’t told Crystal about his love, she wouldn’t have suffered the pain of the last couple of days. She would be married to Brent now and they would be enjoying their honeymoon.
As he watched the two lovers stretched out on the grass under the stars, he realized that the universe had put everything right again. Brent had arrived to win back Crystal, and it appeared he had succeeded.
Evan’s heart ached. But when he’d told Crystal how he felt, she’d kissed him with passion and … love. He was sure Crystal had feelings for him. He could tell by the way she looked at him. The tenderness in her eyes. The loving way she’d touched him. The passionate way she’d made love with him.
It wasn’t his imagination. She had feelings for him. Sure Brent had found her first, but that didn’t mean she might not love Evan more.
Except that there they were. Two lovers enjoying the delightful afterglow of their lovemaking.
He’d heard the splash earlier and had gazed out his window to see Brent surfacing from a dive, then swim to Crystal. He’d watched, his heart sinking, unable to look away as they’d given each other pleasure.
They hadn’t actually made love yet, with a full-out joining of their bodies. He was tempted to fly out there, to seduce her away or offer to get involved. Anything to stop Brent from claiming her again. But he knew that didn’t make any sense. It was just the urge of a desperate man.
He wanted Crystal to be his so bad, he couldn’t just stand here and watch Brent steal her back. But … he really didn’t have any choice.
* * *
As Crystal gazed at the stars, warmth still flowing through her body, Brent pushed himself up on an elbow. The moonlight glazed his handsome features as he leaned toward her and captured her lips. His tongue swirled into her mouth and she opened to him, pressing her tongue tight to his and undulating. She felt herself swept up in his arms and he carried her toward the house and inside, then down the hall.
She’d left the door to the master bedroom open and he stepped inside, then set her gently on the bed. He closed the door. She watched him approach in the dim light of the room. Big, muscular. Sexy.
Her breath caught as she flashed back to the first time he’d made love to her. He’d wanted to make their first time special, so he’d taken her to a romantic restaurant in a charming little inn where they’d watched the sun set over the ocean. The fading golden light had shimmered across the water as they’d enjoyed their dinner.
Afterward, instead of dessert at their table, he’d surprised her by taking her to the room she hadn’t known he’d reserved, where he’d had strawberries and champagne waiting for them. But by then, she wasn’t hungry for food. When she’d nibbled his ear and told him so, he’d swept her up and carried her to the bed. They’d tossed aside their clothes and he’d ravished her body with kisses. When he’d finally joined with her, his big, hard erection pushing into her, she’d nearly come on the spot.
Anticipation quivered through her as she watched him approach her now. She longed to feel him inside her again. To feel his arms around her as he made sweet, passionate love to her.
A twinge of guilt flickered through her as she thought about Evan lying in the room next to them. Right now, her body ached for Brent, but could she do this? Could she really just forget about Evan?
Brent knelt on the bed and scooped her into his arms again, kissing her with a heated passion that made her blood boil. Feeling his arms around her, his body settling next to hers … The chaotic confusion within her collided with the intense need for him. She trembled and Brent smiled down at her, clearly taking that as a sign that she wanted him.
And she did. Desperately.
Deep in her heart, she knew she loved him.
He drew away and gazed at her, his brown eyes gleaming in the moonlight. She quivered at what his eyes revealed. It was so clearly there. Love. Filling his heart and overflowing onto her with a warmth that threatened to bring her to tears.
This man truly loved her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him back to her, opening her mouth as their lips joined, gliding her tongue into the warmth of his mouth. This was where she belonged. In his arms. Joining with him in the most intimate way possible.
“Make love to me, Brent,” she murmured.
Nine
Brent’s heart swelled at Crystal’s words. Not just because of what she asked, but because of how she asked it. With passion and deep need.
She still loved him. He could see it in her glowing eyes, hear it in her husky voice, feel it in her trembling body.
She loved him.
“Oh, God, Crystal. I love you.”
She stroked his cheek. “I know.” She nipped his lips with hers, then captured his mouth and tugged him to her to deepen the kiss. “Now show me how much.”
He wanted to touch her everywhere, to kiss and nibble every silky inch of her. But right now, with her tongue gliding into his mouth the way he wanted to glide into her, her raspy breathing telling him just how much she needed him, he couldn’t wait.
He stroked down her stomach and slid between her legs, then stroked her folds. Hot. And wet.
He wrapped his hand around his steel-hard, aching cock and pressed it to her slick opening.
“Oh, yes.” She opened her thighs, inviting him in.
Slowly he pressed forward, his face inches from hers, watching her expression as his cockhead pushed inside. Her eyes flickered closed, then opened again, heat simmering in their depths. He continued forward, his shaft pushing deeper, caressed by the soft velvet of her silky sheath. She sighed and squeezed him, sending his heartbeat racing.
Finally, his entire cock filled her. He stayed like that, watching her, reveling in the feeling of being in her hot, tight grip … then slowly he pulled back. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, then she grasped them as he pushed forward again.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?”
She gazed at him through half-open lids as his cock filled her to the base. “Oh, God, yes.”
He smiled and nuzzled her neck, then he drew back again. She wrapped her legs around his thighs as he pushed deep again.
“Oh, God, Brent. Make me come.”
He groaned. “Honey, I could almost come just hearing you say that.”
He drew back and plunged faster this time, then back and forward again. She squeezed him, setting his insides ablaze. He thrust and thrust. She moaned and arched against him. He cupped her behind and pulled her tighter to him.
“Oh, God, yes. I’m so close.”
Her breathy voice against his ear acted like a catalyst. He pumped into her again and again. He wanted to blow right now, but he held back. Priming her. Filling her again and again until …
She gasped, and her hands tightened on his shoulders.
“Oh, yes, I’m…” She let out a long moan. “I’m … coming.”
At those delightful words, he erupted inside her. She moaned and arched against him as he experienced the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.
He thought he’d lost her, and now he had her back. Knowing that had fu
eled the fire of his desire. Knowing that Crystal still loved him. And now they could have their happily-ever-after.
* * *
Crystal gazed at Brent’s handsome face lying on the pillow beside her in the dark room. His breathing was deep and even. His warm physical presence so close to her and his arm around her waist made her feel loved and protected.
She tucked her hand under her head. But so did being with Evan.
Evan was so much fun to be with. He loved playing board games with her, which he did to keep her company when Brent had to work long hours, which happened a couple of weeks every few months. And Evan ran with her every Sunday. Brent liked to go to the gym and work out, but he wasn’t a runner. So Evan would pick her up every Sunday morning and they’d drive out to the track. They would joke and chat while they did their laps, then they’d go to Winnie’s Diner afterward for the world’s best pancakes.
Evan was always there when she needed someone. Like when she wanted to talk about something that was bothering her. Or to go out shopping for a gift for Brent.
And he had been there when she’d needed him most. When Brent hadn’t shown up for the wedding.
God, how had she gotten into this mess? She’d invited Evan on her honeymoon, and now she’d have to send him away. After all he’d done for her. Guilt washed through her … but was that all it was?
Evan had seen her through the devastation of being left at the altar. With his caring and protectiveness, he’d shown her how much he loved her and how he would always take care of her.
And he’d made her aware of the feelings she’d been denying for him all along. Because deep down inside, she knew she had real feelings for him. Feelings that went deeper than friendly affection or sexual attraction. Maybe it was just infatuation. Or maybe it was something more.
She bit her lip. Could she really be in love with two men?
She loved Brent. She’d always loved him. But did that mean she should just ignore her feelings for Evan?
Her insides ached. Damn, what a mess. What would she tell Evan in the morning? She wouldn’t lie and tell him she hadn’t slept with Brent. She could hope it wouldn’t come up, but that was just wishful thinking. And no matter what, she had to figure out what to do. Brent would expect her to ask Evan to leave. Or he’d do it. No man wanted another man on his honeymoon.
