“It’s not proper.”
“I know, Mum.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on her temple to charm her. “Thank you for the generosity.” He wanted every moment he could steal with Hayleigh. These would be all he’d ever have with the woman.
“Well, you’re welcome,” She swatted him with a towel. “Go on and get out of here. But remember, it’s not proper.”
Smiling, he left the kitchen to enter his bedroom. His chest clenched at discovering Hayleigh in his bed. And naked under the blanket, no less. Now this was a sight he could get used to.
Tonight was an early-to-bed evening. He closed the bedroom door behind him.
She flipped the corner of the bedspread back in invitation.
Slowly, he stripped before joining the beauty.
“I can’t believe how fast today went.” She cuddled up to his chest.
“I know.” Too damn fast. His hand tangled in her loose hair. He didn’t want to talk bout the inevitable. He simply wanted to touch her, memorize every curve. Every sigh.
A gentle hand stroked his chest until his balls drew up. She continued to ignore his stiff prick.
Placing a folded arm behind his head, he worked to appear casual. No easy task. Her lush body pressed into his, inflaming his hunger.
His hips jerked when a single finger ran up the length of his engorged flesh.
“Hmm…” She moaned and kissed his chest. Her other hand slipped under a pillow to withdraw a tube of lubricant.
Could she be meaning to…? The look in her gaze spoke volumes. The sheila wanted him. This. He swallowed. The other night while he’d finger fucked her arse to loosen her up, he’d never pushed for more.
Hayleigh’s lower lip caught between her teeth as she generously applied the gunk to his prick. The pounding of his heart echoed in his mind. “You sure about this, luv?"
“Yes.” Her hand tightened around him on a slow pull upward. “How do you want me?”
With the newness, he wanted her to have what control she needed. He sat up. “Straddle my lap.” This way he could kiss her while fondling her clit. There’d be no more leaving her behind. And besides, no telling how loud either of them would get with his prick shoved up her arse.
His prick twitched as she climbed across his lap. Collecting some lube on his fingertip, he rubbed at her arsehole. He worked a finger inside, then two. He finger-fucked her while her breasts bounced. Her pussy rained juices down on his working wrist.
When she panted with need, he removed his hand.
“Have at it, luv.” Oh yeah, every inch of his prick throbbed in anticipation.
Slowly, she placed the tip against her arsehole.
Cohen caressed his way across her hip and stomach to her clit. Her wet pussy swelled under his attention. He pressed and rubbed her clit until she panted.
Ever so slowly, she worked herself down over his hard length.
At her moan, he kissed her into muffled silence. His fingers worked feverishly over her clit. With a twist of his wrist, he shoved two fingers into her pussy and thumbed her clit. The fit was snug from the pressure of his buried prick in her arse.
Hayleigh whimpered, caught his shoulders in her hands and rose up along his stiff length.
He grunted on the slow descent. Her arse clutched eagerly around him as he moved into her bit by bit. Need boiled in his sac.
Her pussy wet his palm as her arse ground up and down. Hungrily, he tongue-fucked her mouth. No air penetrated his lungs as eruption neared.
The little sounds of pleasure that Hayleigh emitted drove him wild.
His free hand clasped her rising and falling arse. At the tensing in her body and arch of her back, he pushed in another finger. His thumb strummed her clit until her climax faded.
He tore his mouth from hers as he grasped both her hips. “You okay with this?”
A lovely flush had spread across her body. She panted on a nod.
“Bonza.” With the use of both hands, he lifted her up. “Now it’s my turn.”
Brutally, he lifted her up to the head of his prick and brought her down to settle on the base of his length. Up and down, over and over, he manipulated her body. Her arse encased him in a maddening grip.
Nipples sticking out, her breasts bounced from the force.
He clenched his teeth to keep the noise down. Hayleigh didn’t. She panted and moaned with every thrust of his prick.
His balls tingled, tightening in final warning.
Shifting forward, she pressed her mouth to his. Opening up for her, he groaned as she suckled his tongue into her mouth. The feel of their sweaty bodies sliding against one another seared his nerve endings. His come erupted, spilling forth and filling up her sucking arse. Cohen’s chest heaved while his brain slowly caught up to reality.
Harsh breaths rushed through his nose as his heart pounded. Christ. He liked fucking Hayleigh. He liked how good she made him feel. He enjoyed their growing closeness. And he liked how she wanted him. His simple touch. Warm hands kneaded his back.
A loud pounding came from the other side of the far wall, from the front room.
Even Hayleigh’s panting stilled.
“Turn on some fucking music or something,” Miller’s aggravated voice called. “Mum has already decided to stay over at auntie’s.”
A giggle warmed his skin along his throat where she’d hid her face. Fingers tangled in his hair.
I’m going to miss her laughter, too.
He lay back on the bed, taking Hayleigh with him. His prick remained in her arse. Very slowly, she eased her body away from his before relaxing atop his chest. With trembling hands, he caressed her back. She’d had a virgin arsehole and had let him have the honor of being the first. Bloody hell, he doubted too many men got to fulfill a woman’s fantasy.
His woman’s fantasy.
The realization of how much she’d given him clenched his heart. Could he be any luckier?
Why did she have to live in another country?
His arms tightened around her warm body as her thighs clung to his hips.
Blood surged into his prick. Gasping, she lifted her head to wiggle. “Already?’ Her lip caught between her teeth.
“You sore?” He swallowed.
“Some.”
Damn. Not wanting her in discomfort, he moved to remedy the situation. Or at least take her mind off her arse for a while.
He eased them onto their sides so they’d face one another. Shakily, he bought a hand to her pussy. He worked her clit until juices flowed. Curvy thighs opened wide for his touch. He wanted her hot. Burning up. Slowly, he worked two fingers into her slick opening. His prick twitched for attention, but he ignored his needs.
With his thumb set to flick at a mad pace, he inserted a third digit into her slick hole.
Hayleigh moaned. His fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. “Come, luv.” He swallowed. “And I’ll eat your pussy until you scream.”
A hard climax rocked her body. Teeth clenched, he fought his own need. This was too good. He wanted it to last. His palm, slick from her cream, worked feverishly to bring about another climax. His thumb flicked and pressed until her cries filled the room.
Trembling, she collapsed onto her back. Unable to calm his breathing, he shifted on the bed. She whimpered as he moved once more and spread her legs wide. “A promise is a promise.” He settled between her thighs and pushed them apart, giving him clear view of her pussy.
He buried his mouth and face in the wet folds. He groaned, licking and stroking all she had to offer him. He had some fantasies he wanted to live out with Hayleigh, too.
* * *
Hayleigh’s hands trembled while she helped with breakfast dishes. She and Cohen had spent as much of the night talking as they had making love. Her body was sore from all the attention. Deliciously so.Since there was no way to hold back time, she wouldn’t change a thing about the night. Though she sure was tired. But that didn’t explain the trembling.
Leaving did.
She didn’t want to leave Cohen. What they had together—she wanted to see it grow, flourish into something more. Deeper. Lasting.
Maree reached over and turned the water off.
“Sorry.” Bubbles nearly overflowed the basin. She hadn’t been paying attention.
“No worries.” Maree piled the breakfast plates into the sink. “Too bad you can’t stay longer. My boy enjoys your company.”
Staying longer…was tempting, but in the end she’d still be leaving. It was the leaving she couldn’t think about. It was too final. There was so much here she wanted to explore. So much more Australia had to offer. Most importantly, Cohen.
“I’ve never been one to give anything but straight talk.” Maree glanced outside, where Cohen and his brothers sat drinking cups of coffee. Ethan tossed a stick for the dogs to chase. The older woman leaned closer. “So I’m going to ask you something I should’ve asked Denae. Do you care about my boy? I mean really care about him?”
Maree swallowed. “I mean the kind of caring that has you thinking, ‘I can give up anything for him?’”
Hayleigh heart sped up under her breast. Though “yes” hovered on the tip of her tongue, she was given no time to respond.
“Think long and hard before you answer.” Maree glanced outside once more. “This place isn’t for everyone… This is a rough world we live in.”
Hayleigh held the woman’s gaze.
“We have hard lives. We work long hours…” Maree trailed off when Miller came in and refilled his cup.
Only after he’d left did she turn back to Hayleigh. “Even some people born out here don’t stay. So in case you’ve been considering any ‘what if’s’, think about what you’ve got back at home.”
“I…” She had been considering the future. All morning she’d been toying with ‘what if’s’. What if Cohen asked her to stay? What if he didn’t?
Admittedly, she’d spent recent months dreaming, planning about ‘what if’. She’d gone as far as to make a list of possibilities for a future out here. She knew the pros and cons and what she had to offer…what she could bring into a relationship.
“No need to answer now.” Cohen’s mom pattered her hand. “All I ask is, if you’re not serious about my boy, just get on that plane home and don’t come back.”
She clasped Maree’s fingers tightly before releasing them. She understood the woman’s concern for her son. Miller had been hurt by a woman who hadn’t wanted to live in the outback.
This wasn’t the case for Hayleigh. She'd already come to terms with what she’d be giving up, and what she’d be gaining. She wouldn’t be abandoning her old goals and life for Cohen, but embracing a richer future with him.
Well, that was if he asked her to stay. If he didn’t, she’d get on the plane. And head on back to a life that wasn’t nearly as appealing as it’d been before she’d met Cohen.
* * *
High noon approached. The day was hot and dry. Though not nearly as hot as the nights he’d shared with Hayleigh. His arms tightened around her middle. They sat on an old porch chair with her in his lap. Her arse pressed back against his erection.Teasing, he nuzzled the back of her neck. She laughed as he’d hoped she would and clasped his wrists. She leaned her head back over his shoulder. He tried to nip an earlobe, but missed.
“I’m going to miss you.” She sighed and straightened up.
He kept a close hold on her middle. Damn, if he wasn’t going to miss her more.
What if this was his chance? The real deal? Sure, his brother had gotten rooted a good one, but what if Hayleigh wanted him as much as he wanted her? Needed her. What could be better then a hard day’s work and coming home to Hayleigh?
Her wiggling arse turned him on. He inhaled a steady breath. No. This was more than sex. He’d fucked enough to know. Nothing beat sex unless it involved more. The “more”, though he couldn’t explain it, tightened his chest every time he thought of her leaving again.
His parents had had the real deal.
Now all he needed to do was get up the balls to approach the subject with Hayleigh.
The screen door opened and slammed nearby. Miller stood there. “We need to get going for me to make my turn-around time.”
He nodded, understanding his brother preferred daylight to night flying.
“You don’t have to go with me.” She plucked at his fingers, though she couldn’t break his grip. “I know you don’t like to fly.”
“My ride’s in Sydney.” While Miller had flown, he’d driven. To stay calm, he inhaled another long breath.
Miller walked on out into the yard to wait by his truck. No doubt his brother was already impatient.
“Oh.”
What a bitch of a flight they’d have if she said no. Worse, the sixteen-hour drive home would torture his arse.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Oh…don’t.”
“Let me talk.” He shifted her around so he could at least see her profile. “Look, Hayleigh, I know you said this would be your last trip here…”
“I think that’s for the best.” Long lashes lowered to shield her stormy gaze.
All right, he’d give her this one. A long-distance relationship would be bloody hard on his balls. He liked sex and liked it best of all with her. More importantly, he liked spending quiet time with her. He’d enjoyed getting to know her. They’d clicked.
“Have you ever thought about relocating?” When her gaze met his once more, he went on. “I bet you could get a job in, well Sydney…or…”
“Oh…”
A horn blew.
“Bugger, Miller.”
“We’d better get going…” She rubbed his arm. “It was nice of your brother to allow me to see your home.” Her lower lip trembled.
Cohen’s heart stalled, then kick-started. Bloody hell, he was making a mess of this. “Luv, I don’t want you to move to Sydney…”
“You don’t?”
“No… I want you to consider staying out here in the outback with me.” He swallowed as her lips quivered more. “Look, you don’t have to decide now. You probably need lots of time to think. But I’m talking the real deal. I want you as my missus.”
There, he’d asked.
Tears overflowed her eyes.
“Whoa… Hey, look, no crying. A no, I’ll understand.” A refusal would destroy him, but he’d survive. His brother’s rejection had been a lot harder.
“I’m not saying no. I’m happy. I’m thrilled.” She wiped her eyes. “I’m scared, but I’m so happy.”
“I’ll understand if you need time…”
“Cohen, I’ve loved you since I first saw you.” Warm brown eyes regarded him.
“Yeah?” His throat worked.
“Yes.” Her face flushed brightly.
“Yeah. Me, too.” The real deal. Christ, but he had loved her since they’d met.
An engaging smile spread across her full lips.
The horn blew again.
He raised his right hand in a universal salute. “Give us a bloody minute, will ya?”
She wrapped an arm around his neck.
“What about your education? Career?” Slowly, he caressed her back. “I do want you to take your time and consider what you’re giving up… Not much out here in the bush. I know you have a career that’s important to you.” Her life, her happiness mattered to him. That included her career.
“I’m happy, Cohen. Life changes. I don’t have to think about anything more. I’d already been considering my options. Just in case…”
His chest tightened. Damn good, to know she’d been thinking things over, too.
“We can take things as they come.” She kissed his mouth. “You’re a dream come true.”
The familiar ache she caused was back. “That so?”
“Yes. I’ve always wanted to work with children, so maybe later on I can home-school ours…”
Fucking excellent. “I’ve never consider any ankle-biters before, but if y
ou want some, I’m willing to do my part.”
She laughed and kissed him.
Holding her in his arms, he stood. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“Mum! Get out here!”
Feet shuffled toward the screen door before it opened and closed. “What is it?”
“I’m making Hayleigh my wife.”
About the Author
Melissa Lopez writes for herself. She creates her worlds for her characters. She is an author of fantasy, contemporary, dark urban fantasy, futuristic, historical, paranormal, suspense, and erotic romance.To learn more about Melissa Lopez, please visit www.melissa-lopez.com. Send an email to Melissa at [email protected] or join her Yahoo! group to join in the fun with other readers as well as Melissa! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/melissalopez.
His heart belongs to one trusting woman. But his soul belongs to Satan.
Dark Sentinel
Melissa Lopez
Coming Spring 2008
Yanked from his tortured existence in Netherworld and dumped naked in the Louisiana Bayou, Lash could swear he’s died and gone to heaven. Except for the fact that a millennium ago he died a condemned soul, forever barred from Paradise. His new life feels like the next best thing, full of small miracles. Like silence. And ice water. And the company of a beautiful, compassionate woman.Teva is a woman with a taste for heavy-metal music, an inherited talent for magic, and a trusting heart. She knows nothing about the mysterious stranger she’s taken in, only that he needs her help. And the fact that he’s gorgeous hasn’t escaped her attention. She can’t see Lash as anything other than a sexy, gentle man who soothes her nightmares away.
Then Lash learns the real reason for his reprieve from Netherworld—he’s been sent to corrupt Teva’s soul with sinful pleasures. Starved for tenderness and aching with desire, Lash yearns to accept the loving embrace Teva offers. But he can’t give in to passion without tainting her, condemning her to the horrors of Netherworld.
The ultimate battle between good and evil is brewing, and Lash stands caught in the middle between Teva, who owns his heart—and Satan, who owns his soul.
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