by Lora Ann
E joined me as we spooned. I woke up to a hard cock poking my butt. I wriggled against him. He responded by draping my leg over his, leaving me fully open to him. His hand began to tease my hot button as the other gave attention to my nipples. I was on the verge of climaxing when he lifted my leg up and entered me. “God, you feel so good,” I moaned.
“Sweetness,” he exhaled, spilling his seed. His fingers went back to my clit and I followed his orgasm with my own. “I’m never going to get enough of you,” he whispered. “Making love to you has become an addiction. My soul has to hold yours.”
The tender words brought tears to my eyes. “I love you so much, E.” I pulled his arms tighter around me, turning my head to the side for a kiss. We fell asleep with our bodies still connected. Perfection.
*****
E
We’d slept the entire day away. Jetlag and the week leading up to the wedding had finally caught up to us. After room service delivered dinner and we ate, a night swim in our private pool was on the agenda. Coming out of the water, my eyes skated over her amazing body. “Dance with me.”
“Let me put something on first.” She reached for her cover-up. I had insisted, since it was our own pool and secluded, we skinny-dip. No way did I want her to cover herself. Hell, I would have her naked twenty-four seven if I thought she’d agree. I stilled her hand and pulled her into my arms. There was a sound system by the pool, but I had no clue what would be in the CD player. Counting my lucky stars when a slow song began, I danced with my beautiful bride. It became clear we were listening to a love song.
“Fuck baby, these lyrics.”
She swayed her hips into me and apprised, “Celine Dion’s ‘I Surrender.’”
With our heights comparable, her heat brushed against my cock. I had meant to keep this romantic and sweet. But when the thunder rumbled in the distance, those intentions blew away in the wind. I spun us in the direction of the garden. These villas were all private as well as the gardens. Therefore, no one else would be walking through it. The music had stopped playing and Lacey gasped when she saw where we were. “It’s like I pictured the Garden of Eden.”
There were huge leaves that would’ve worked for covering, but I also eyed vines and two coconut trees close together. “Stand right here.” I moved her between the trees and yanked a few vines free. She watched with hooded eyes as the thunder rolled again. “Put your hands on the trees.”
With her compliance, I gazed up making sure we weren’t in danger of falling coconuts. Nope. Seemed the resort made sure that wasn’t a factor. Good. Lacey affirmed, “Two monkeys being bonked on the head wouldn’t make for a desirable honeymoon.”
I grinned, tying her wrists to the trees. “You referring to monkeys because of the wild monkey-sex we’re about to have?”
She feigned innocence. “We are? I thought you tied me to these trees for some kind of physics project.”
Twining my fingers in Lacey’s hair, I jerked her head back. I kissed her recklessly before pulling away for air and apprised, “That was for your smart mouth.”
She licked her lips, tempting me to do it again. Instead I bent forward and captured a tit, sucking as much of her as possible into my mouth. Attention was paid to the other one by my thumb and forefinger lightly pinching it. She was tugging her restraints as the thunder clapped louder. Her hips writhing as she searched for purchase. I switched tits with my mouth and gave the same torment to the other nipple with my fingers. Of course it was far more sensitive now as she cried out, “I need more.”
I went to my knees before her and expounded, “This is a lot like suspension, Lacey. You need to trust that I’ve got you. Your,” licking along her innermost thigh, “control,” tonguing her seam, “Belongs. To me.” I held my mouth close to her sex and waited for her response.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good,” I lapped her entire pussy, “fucking girl,” and lifted her. With her legs placed on my shoulders, I drank everything she would give me. Pushing my face harder into her wet heat, there was no reprieve as I latched on to her clit. Two fingers were working her inner walls as they clenched. When I hooked them, her G-spot responded as another orgasm tore through her. Lacey’s screams were muffled by the thunder shaking the earth. I eased her legs back to the ground and stood, fisting her hair and taking her mouth. Our tongues mated as she pulled her legs up to my waist. She took over, wrapping them tightly as I staked my claim and pounded into her with the storm looming overhead. The threat of danger made things more reckless than ever before. I slipped a finger into her asshole as her pussy seized my dick, milking it. Her head was thrown back as she screamed out in pleasure with my name attached. I matched her when she managed to pull more from my orgasm than I was aware could be done. “Fuuuuuuck, s-s-søta.”
We were slowly returning from the heavens when they decided to open. Rain poured over us as I yanked her free from the vines. Holding her in my arms, I raced back to our villa. As we helped each other dry off, I affirmed, “I love you so fucking much it hurts, Lacey.”
Her gaze met mine. “What we just shared as you made my fantasy reality was so much more, E.” She held my face in her hands. “Not only have you bound me to your heart. Mind. Body. And soul. But you’ve taken me to a whole new realm of bliss. Love just doesn’t seem strong enough of a word. Yes, I’m so in love with you I feel it all the way to my core.”
Whoa, she’d just nailed it. “Sweetness, I promise you a lifetime of love. Of pleasure. Of cherishing every single part of you.” I kissed her softly. “A lifetime of bliss.”
We eventually made it to the bed where she snuggled against my chest. As I lost the battle to sleep, once more, I thanked God for my treasure—my wife. Our future. And for happily ever after.
Play List
Candy Shop -50 Cent
Not Myself Tonight - Christina Aguliera
Timber – Pitbull and Kesha
Lick – Joi
Remember The Name – Fort Minor ft. Styles Of Beyond
No Ordinary Love – Sade
Holding On- Disclosure
It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls
Pony – Ginuwine
Dare – Shakira
The Sister Song
Canon in D Major – Johann Pachelbel
Marry Me – Train
God Gave Me You – Dave Barnes
Just The Way You Are – Bruno Mars
I Surrender – Celine Dion
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Acknowledgements
A book never comes together with just an author. There are always key people who help along the way.
Thank you so much to my beta readers, my team members, and my friends for your encouragement and support throughout this writing journey. I couldn’t do it without you, Jan, Suzanne, Doris, and Jenny.
To the wonderful bloggers who take their time to review and share books with other readers…thank you!
Coach and Sam, you two are always there to answer my countless questions, lend an ear, support, and simply just be there for me…thank you both so very much for your patience, encouragement, and most of all your friendship. I’m honored to share this journey with you. Love you!
Always a great big thank you to my four boys who put up with me and share their mom with y’all…I love you more than words can say! And to my husband as well for supporting my dream…love you always.
Most of all I thank God for this incredible blessing.
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About the Author
Lora
is a Missouri native who relocated to California as a teen. She spent several years as an international flight attendant for a major airline, before taking on her greatest job ever, a stay-at-home mom. Now she resides in Kentucky with her family, and has taken on her newest adventure, writing.
Books by Lora Ann
Strand Brothers Series
Branded book 1
Bound book 2
Broken book 3
Bliss Epilogue Novella
The Stevens Place is undergoing a new look and title.
Watch for As I Love You re-releasing this fall.
Beauty from Ashes Series
(Spin off from the Strand Brothers Series)
Survival book 1
(Keeley and Tar’s story)
Coming this winter!
In Flight Series
Coming this winter!
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Preview from As I Love You (formerly The Stevens Place) by Lora Ann…Re-releasing soon!
Chapter One
A Lesson in Forgiveness
(Aidan)
Fifteen years later.
I took the road faster than I should. I knew it was stupid to drive so fast on the winding country back roads. I just couldn’t help myself. I needed the escape. I had to get my head on straight. It was all happening way too fast! I need her, need to hear her voice. I wished with all my heart that I could hold her again, to see her once more. Hopefully, this would be the one place I could let go and just be me. I couldn’t get there fast enough. I had to be there, now!!!!
Home… Such an interesting concept, I hadn’t thought of Ballard as home for so long. I realized that was what it was, my home. It felt like a million years ago since I had stepped foot here. Nothing had really changed. That was the nice thing about a tiny town in the middle of nowhere.
Would I find what I was so desperately looking for here? Could I really hear her? I may be losing my mind! Ha! I could see that headline… 28-year-old Aidan Kellum checked into a hospital last night for insanity. Just what I needed, more shit said about me! One would think they’d grow tired of me. Oh, how I wished they would. I really do love most of my fans, and I don’t mind the interviews or photo shoots. I just wanted to have my private life, private. Was that really too much to ask for? “The price you pay for fame,” was what I’d heard a hundred times in my career. Easy for them to say, they didn’t have people hiding out to snap candid photos. Bet they’d change their opinions, if they did. I truly love what I do. I couldn’t imagine not being an actor, or being in the entertainment industry. What an incredible journey! Most people went their whole life never doing what they were passionate about. I knew how blessed I was, that wasn’t the problem I was having now.
I let out a heavy sigh. “So what’s wrong?” I asked myself, “What is it that I’m searching for?” I mean, from the outside looking in I had it all. Even I realized it appeared that way. Why did I want to talk to my sister after all these years? Why did I think I’d find the answers here? I honestly didn’t know, but the need was so strong it was almost painful. I was now driving faster than I had ever gone in my life. Some small voice was begging me to slow down. Yet another one was screaming, “Faster! You have to get there now!”
I parked my motorcycle, a black and silver vintage Harley, on the dirt road next to the cemetery. I didn’t have the words for how I was feeling, the longing for Ally’s arms around me. I could almost feel her presence, as I sat down. Her tombstone read:
______________________________________
Loving Daughter, Granddaughter, Sister, and Friend
Allison Rose Kellum, born on January 22, 1975
Went to be with our Lord, on March 3, 1996
______________________________________
The tears rolled down my cheeks as the memories overtook me.
*****
Ally was the best sister anyone could ever have. She was sweet and funny, never had a harsh word to say about anyone or anything. “An angel here on earth,” was what I had heard time and time again. She really was like no other−my best friend. She always wore her hair pinned up on the sides, hanging down her back. Her beautiful, pale-blonde curls were a sight to see. She was petite, only standing 5 foot 1 inch, and not weighing more than a hundred pounds. She looked like Mom. (I look like Dad.) Her eyes were the deepest green, like staring into emeralds. Those she got from our father. A true beauty, with a smile that could stop your breath.
I never grew tired of hearing her sing. Her voice was a gift from God. Of course, I tried to sing with her, but there really was no comparison. Instead, I learned to play the piano. We were quite a duo, playing for all that would listen. It was hard to believe that there was a seven year age difference. She had all the qualities I could only hope for.
I rubbed off the grass clippings and began to sob, “Ah, how I miss you!”
My memory continued to spin with some of the happiest times of my life. Ally never grew bored with me. Whatever I wanted to do, she was willing. She was nothing like many other kids, so into themselves that they couldn’t be bothered by a younger sibling. I often wondered if somehow she knew she wouldn’t be with us for very long.
It was obvious that our parents were having marital problems. Ally would always say, “They’ll work it out, don’t worry. They just need to pray through it.” Ally’s favorite quote was, “Pray through it.”
I sobbed by her bedside that night in the hospital. “I am praying harder than I ever have, Ally. He’s not listening. He’s not making you better!”
She was crying too, but not because she was afraid to die. It was because she hated seeing me in pain. She was stroking my cheek, barely able to speak. “Don’t worry about me, Aidan. I’ll be just fine. You have so much to do here. Please remember that. You have a gift. Never take it for granted, and always remember it’s from God. Fall in love, marry, have wonderful children. We’ll be together again, I promise.”
“I love you,” I whispered, kissing her cheek.
“I love you, too, little brother.” Those were her last words to me.
She never spoke again, dying that very night. I made a promise that I would live my life so Ally would be proud of me.
Regret filled me, as I realized I hadn’t always made the right choices. There were things I’d done she would not be proud of. Could she forgive me for those? Knowing Ally, yes, she could. Forgiveness was not something she struggled with. I, on the other hand, greatly wrestled with it. I still couldn’t forgive God for taking my beloved sister from me.
Cancer, such an ugly word. We really had no idea it would move so fast. Ally was diagnosed with a rare form of brain cancer in September 1995. Six months later, she was gone. I remember screaming at God, “Why not me?” Ally had so much more to give than I ever could.
Now, sitting here filled with all these memories, I felt another presence with me. I also felt the desire to pray. Wow! I hadn’t prayed in fifteen years. Huh? I suppose I did need to forgive. “I forgive you, Lord, forgive my dad for what he did to my mother, and of course, forgive Gwen.” Ugh!! Could I really do this? The resentment had been a part of me for so long now. To let it go, to be free? I had to admit, I really liked the sound of that. Freedom, to no longer be haunted. I mean, that was the real reason for forgiveness, right? I wasn’t letting anyone get away with anything. I was simply setting myself free. All of a sudden, I wanted it−wanted it bad−like gasping for air after holding your breath underwater for too long. I needed it to my very core. I knew this was what had to be done. This was why I was drawn here. I realized that now.
*****
Once again, the memories hit… To say the funeral of a 21-year-old is surreal would be a
vast understatement. It felt like an out-of-body experience. I knew what was happening, I just didn’t want to be going through it. The one saving grace of the whole day was Beth. She was shy, sweet, slightly quirky (but in a cool way), and a remarkable beauty. My buddy Brian’s older sister. Actually, Beth was the same age as me, give or take a couple of months; Brian, eighteen months younger than her. She was also my best friend.
In a remote area like this, everyone knew each other. We all went to church and school together. The Evans’ owned the only grocery store in a five mile radius. They were kind, hard-working, and honest. The type of family you were proud to call friends. And friends was exactly what they were. To everyone they knew they were very loyal and loving. I’d hung out at the Evans’ at least three times a week since I was five. It felt like my second home, with Dave and Caroline, another set of parents. Brian and I were brothers, through and through. We played soccer and went snowboarding. When Beth and Ally joined us, we climbed trees, played hide-and-seek in the forest, and rode horses.
Suddenly, the memory of our fifth grade year flooded my thoughts. That was the year I began noticing Beth in a different way. Of course, it took a couple more years to act on it. She had long, thick, and curly, strawberry-blonde hair, with blue-green eyes the color of the ocean. Her perfect oval face was flawless. She was fair-skinned with full, rosebud lips that always made a slight pout. At my age now, I’d say she had the most sensual mouth I’d ever had the pleasure to kiss. But at eleven I didn’t know that.
