Sex, Vows & Babies: One More Night (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Sarah O'Rourke

That was an understatement, Shaw thought angrily, remembering how the older woman had left her daughter homeless and nearly destitute before leaving town. If not for Brad hiring her to work at Jumpin’ Jacks, Waverlee would have been completely lost. Thanks to Brad, however, Waverlee hadn’t been completely alone. Based on the report he’d gotten, Shaw had learned that the man had fronted Waverlee a couple of paychecks out of his own pocket to get her on her feet. “My point is that you don’t have shit to be ashamed of here. You’re a hardworking, beautiful young woman. One that I want in my bed and in my life. Now, can you and I go inside and continue getting to know each other? Preferably on my very comfortable California king?” he suggested hopefully, wriggling his eyebrows.

  Waverlee giggled at his theatrics, her body softening against his. “I can give you one night, Crenshaw. That’s all I can commit to for now.”

  There was no way one night with this extraordinary woman would ever be enough to sate his hunger. Hell, a million nights wouldn’t be enough to share with her.

  But every man had to start somewhere, didn’t they?

  “I’m going to choose to consider your offer of one night to be a jumping off point to start negotiations, Angel,” Shaw replied, dropping his head to taste the sensitive skin at the slope of her neck. Running his tongue along the flesh where her pulse throbbed just below the skin, he savored her unique flavor as she shuddered in his arms.

  “That so?” she questioned tremulously as her arms slowly inched their way up his chest to snake around his neck.

  “Mmm hmm,” he hummed, sucking gently at the hollow of flesh between her neck and her collarbone. “You didn’t think I got to be the successful businessman I am today by taking the first offer that came along, do you? No, no, no, darlin’. I have a feeling that tonight is going to one very long, extensive negotiation,” he declared before bending and sweeping Waverlee into his arms the way a groom would carry his bride.

  Looping her arms around his neck as he carried her up the sidewalk to his front door, Shaw felt like he’d won the lottery when Waverlee smiled at him. “We’ll figure it all out, Waverlee,” he offered seriously. “But first, I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t have you.”

  “Then take me inside and get your fill, Shaw. We’ve got tonight.”

  And as much as he wanted to argue that they had a lifetime of nights together, he needed her kisses more.

  Chapter Five

  Waverlee

  The way Crenshaw Jacobson kissed ought to be a crime. It was sinful and decadent, the way he made her want to rub against his body like a cat in heat. With one erotic nudge of his tongue against hers, he made her want to strip down to nothing and press her body to his. With one nibble of his teeth, he had her fantasizing about all the interesting places on her body where she’d love to feel him nibble next. And the longer she lay in his arms, exchanging deep, wet kisses with him, the more desperate she became for more.

  So excited by the fact that she was about to lose her virginity to this seemingly perfect older man, she barely remembered him carrying her inside his house. She’d been dimly aware of them passing through a huge room with a stone fireplace, his footsteps echoing against the hard wood floors as he came to a long corridor, but honestly, he’d kept her mostly distracted with deep, intense kisses the entire walk through the house. Thankfully for both of them, he’d paused outside the first open door they’d encountered.

  “This is our bedroom,” he muttered against her lips as he carried her inside the darkened room.

  She’d steadfastly refused to dwell on the fact that he’d referred to his bedroom as theirs and instead concentrated on the sight of the humongous bed dominating the center of the room. “Wow, this is huge,” she’d breathed, staring at it as he carried her closer and carefully lowered her to the damask bedspread covering the mattress before reaching out to switch on the bedside lamp, the sudden light casting a golden glow about the spacious room..

  “I told you my bed was a California king. I’ve been dreaming of seeing you in it since the moment I laid eyes on you, sweet girl,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face and cupping her jaw. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, Waverlee. I could just hold you while we sleep,” he offered softly, stroking the apple of her cheek gently with his thumb.

  “I think we both want to do more than sleep, Shaw,” she’d returned softly as she’d linked her fingers through his.

  “I don’t wanna push you, baby. This is your ballgame. Nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want to happen,” he’d vowed to her, his dark eyes earnest as they met hers.

  “Let’s just start with kissing,” she’d whispered, tugging him down to her.

  And that kissing had led them to here and now.

  Groaning as his tongue tangled wildly with hers, Waverlee reached up to bury one of her hands in his thick black hair as her back arched off the bed, her hard nipples aching with the need to be sucked. Wrapping her legs around his waist as he laid between her thighs, Waverlee lifted her ass to rub herself against his groin, silently cursed the clothing that still remained in the way.

  “Baby,” Shaw breathed harshly, releasing her full lower lip from between his teeth, “Either we need to cool off or you’ve got to let me peel you out of these clothes and explore this tight little body of yours. The choice is yours, sweet girl, but I’m gonna have to ask you to make it now before I lose my head.”

  Staring into his deep blue eyes, Waverlee knew her heart had already made the choice for her. “More,” she whispered aloud. “I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” she asked as she moved her fingers to the hem of his soft tee shirt.

  “I so like the way you think, angel,” he murmured, smiling against her lips before slowly lifting his torso from hers and lifting a hand to reach over his head for the back of his tee-shirt, yanking it over his head and pulling it off with one smooth movement.

  Waverlee’s whole body tingled as she stared at the sheer perfection that was Crenshaw’s body. Hard. Muscled. With just the barest smattering of hair that disappeared into his faded jeans – a happy trail that her tongue longed to follow. “Oh, my God,” she breathed, her hand going to his marble-like pecs. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

  Shaw flushed under his dark tan and shook his head. “No, baby, there’s only one beauty in this bed.”

  “Fine,” she muttered, caught up in the feel of his warm skin under her fingertips. “You can be the male version of beautiful. What would that be? Handsome? Sorry, but that just doesn’t feel like a strong enough word,” she declared with a little shake of her head as she looked up at him.

  “Waverlee, I’ll just be happy to know that I’m what you want,” he returned, bending his head to place a lingering kiss to the center of her throat as his hands reached for the hem of her shirt. “It’s your turn now, baby. You ready to show me this gorgeous body of yours?”

  Stretching her arms over her head, she nodded as she swallowed the lump of fear lodged in her throat. It was too late to back out now. “I guess I couldn’t convince you to turn out the light, huh?” she asked as his fingers began to inch her shirt up her torso.

  “Not on your life sweet girl,” Shaw denied firmly, his eyes glued to the expanse of skin he was slowly revealing.

  Waverlee’s breath seized in her chest as he finally pulled the material up over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor on the side of the bed. God, she was glad she chose to wear one of her nicer bras tonight. It was a sky blue push-up and she knew it made her smallish B cups look more like a solid C cup. Still not the huge boobs that men seemed to like, but nothing to sneeze at either. She just hoped Shaw didn’t automatically realize she was trying to commit titty fraud. Squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for his reaction, she only opened them when she heard his low groan. “What’s wrong?” she questioned as her eyes popped open and she got a look at his face which could only be described as awestruck. “Shaw?”

  “Baby, there aren’t words
to describe how amazing you look right now. Half naked, stretched out on my bed? It’s my fantasy come to life.”

  Relaxing as she heard the sincerity in his deep voice, Waverlee melted into the mattress as her lips tilted in a hopeful smile. Lifting her hands to the lacy cups of her bra, she lifted her boobs slightly for him to see. “You really like them? Not too small?”

  Shaw’s eyes dilated as he watched her lift her breasts, almost as if she was offering them to him. “Too small?” he echoed in disbelief. “Fuck, no, Waverlee. Those sweet mounds are the perfect size for my mouth. No man could ever ask for more than that, baby.” Hooking his fingers around the satin edging at her bosom, his gaze darkened as he licked his lips hungrily. “I can’t wait to see the rest. Will you show me those hard little nipples next, darlin’? I’m dying to see them, starving for a taste of you.”

  Nodding wordlessly, Waverlee rose just enough to lift her back from the bed as Shaw reached behind her, his nimble fingers releasing the clasp in record time. A second later, he was tossing the scrap of satin and lace over his shoulder as his eyes blazed. “I knew it,” he rumbled, reaching out a hand to run two fingers around one erect nipple. “Nipples like two plump raspberries.”

  Waverlee shivered as his fingers skated around the sensitive skin of her breast. Moaning when he finally drew his thumb across one stiff peak, her fingers dug into the bedspread to keep from reaching for him. “You’re really not disappointed, are you? I’m enough for you.”

  “Are you kidding? You’re everything, Waverlee. I couldn’t have dreamed a better you, my sweet girl. One day, I’ll convince you of that, too.”

  She wasn’t going to argue with him that he’d never have that chance. This thing between them was only going to last a night. For now, though, she’d let herself dream and have these moments. “Will you… kiss me?”

  Shaw offered her a lazy smile. “I’d love to kiss you, sweetheart. The question is where? Should I kiss these sweet lips of yours?” he asked, dropping a fleeting peck to her lips. “Or, should I give some attention to these luscious breasts?” he asked while squeezing one globe in his warm palm.

  “God, yes!” she whimpered, her back arching as her tight nipple scraped against the inside of his palm erotically.

  Lowering his head, his nose nudged one swollen bud playfully and she felt like her whole body was going to go up in flames if he didn’t do something soon. Almost as if he could read her mind, she felt his tongue slide across her nipple in the next moment before she felt the warm heat of his mouth consume her breast. Sinking her teeth into her lower lip as his lips and teeth tugged at her breasts, the ache in her pussy deepened, reminding her that they were both still wearing their jeans. Palming the back of his dark head as his mouth moved to her other breast, Waverlee gasped as she felt his strong teeth lightly bite the captured flesh before soothing the burn away with his tongue. It felt good, but it wasn’t quite enough. Not nearly enough.

  Stirring restlessly beneath him as he finally released her nipple with a wet pop, Waverlee’s whole body thrummed with excitement as Shaw lifted his head to meet her eyes as his hand lowered to cup her pussy through her jeans. “You ready for more, sweet girl?” he asked her as he stroked her through the dampened denim. “If not, you need to tell me now.”

  “No. I want to do this with you. I really do. But…” She trailed off uncertainly, unsure how to tell him that this was new to her. All of it. Part of her just wanted to keep her mouth shut and hope for the best, but the smarter, more rational side of her knew that he deserved to know she was a virgin. She’d heard too many stories about girls that had a horrible first time because they’d stupidly kept the fact that they were a virgin. It wasn’t as if it was a dirty word. Sure, being a virgin at her age was unusual, but it shouldn’t be a turn-off, right? In the old days, guys had considered a woman’s virginity to be a prize. When had that changed? When had women started being ashamed of the fact that they were untried?

  “Waverlee, what is it? What’s wrong?” Shaw frowned, lifting his body up and resting his weight on one elbow. “Hey, there’s nothing you can’t tell me.”

  Chewing on her lower lip as she stared at the doorway over his shoulder, Waverlee shook her head. “It’s nothing, really. I mean, it’s nothing bad.”

  “Then just tell me, baby,” Shaw urged, lifting a hand to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  Taking a deep breath, she blurted the truth out before she could change her mind. “I’m a virgin!”

  Shaw’s brightened eyes and wide smile were all the reassurance she needed to know that she’d made the right choice in telling him the truth.

  “You’re untouched?” he whispered, lifting a hand to tenderly cup her jaw and force her eyes to his. At Waverlee’s shy nod, he drew her against his chest, holding her close. “And you thought this would be a problem for me?”

  “I’ve heard it is for some men,” she mumbled into his chest as her arms went around his waist.

  “Not this man!” Shaw denied vehemently. “Knowing that I’m the only man that’s touched you this way…that I’m the man you trust enough to share your body for the first time…that I’m the one you chose to take your cherry… I can’t tell you what kind of gift you’re giving me. How special….how rare. Your virginity is nothing you should ever be ashamed to have. You’ve saved yourself for me, Waverlee. Only a fool would turn away a gift like that.”

  “I’m glad. I’ve known this would happen one day, and I’ve wanted to be ready. But, honestly, there’s no one else I could imagine sharing this experience with,” she confessed, her eyes soft as they gazed into his.

  “That’s because you and I are meant to be, baby. You can’t deny this connection between us. This pull,” he whispered, tugging her closer until her breasts were nestled in his chest hair.

  “No, you’re right. I do feel it,” she confided huskily. The problem had never been not feeling it. She’d always felt it. From the moment she’d seen him. She just didn’t trust it to last. The one thing she’d learned in her life was that nothing, good or bad, lasted forever.

  “Good,” he breathed, satisfied. “I’m glad you told me, Waverlee. In addition to this being a wonderful gift you’re giving me, it’s also important that I know so that I can be careful with you. First times can be… tricky.”

  “Tricky?” she repeated, tilting her head back and lifting one eyebrow.

  “Yes. Tricky. Your body has never had a man before…especially not a considerably well-endowed man,” he clarified, thrusting his pelvis gently against hers for emphasis.

  “Is that so?” Waverlee smirked. “Well, aren’t I just a lucky girl?”

  “When you’re walking bow-legged tomorrow, I’ll remind you that you said that,” he growled against her ear as he pinched her ass through her jeans earning himself a surprised squeal from Waverlee.

  “Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” she giggled. “I take it back!”

  “Oh, you’re not taking anything back, you little firecracker,” he growled as he gently pushed her to her back to settle his body over hers. “Seriously, baby, you did the right thing telling me. I could have hurt you without realizing it if you hadn’t shared your secret with me. I promise you, I’ll make your first time as special and good as I possibly can, but you know that…well, there’s a certain amount of pain that comes with the first time.”

  “I might be a novice, but I do know some things, Shaw. So, yeah, I know it’ll hurt,” she returned uneasily.

  “Only for a minute, baby. Then, your body will get accustomed to me and I swear, it’ll be perfect. I just need you to trust me enough to let me guide you. Can you do that? Can you turn control over to me?”

  Staring into his mesmerizing eyes, Waverlee slowly nodded. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she was certain this man would do anything he could to spare her even the tiniest pain if he could. Shaw would be careful with her. Her body would be safe with him. It was her heart she wasn’t sure about.

  “
Okay, sweet girl. Then the first thing we need to do is get out of these clothes,” he replied with an easy smile as he drew back to stand beside the bed.

  Waverlee watched, enthralled, as Shaw quickly toed off his shoes, peeled off his socks, and shucked his jeans from his body with an economy of motion. And if she’d thought his chest had been perfection, seeing the whole perfect naked package was a religious experience. And she wanted to worship at the altar of his chiseled body. His lean body was muscled in all the right places, perfectly proportioned and more than a little intimidating.

  And that was just his body!

  When she focused on the hard cock that hung between his legs, she was equal parts thrilled and terrified! The man was huge! Not only in length, but in girth, too! At least nine inches long, she wasn’t even sure she could fit her hand around his circumference. And the idea that appendage would shortly be thrusting inside her much smaller body?

  Yeah, terrifying was definitely edging out the thrilling aspect of things!

  Even though her body wanted his and her slick pussy throbbed just looking at his dick, she wasn’t sure how this could work, biologically speaking.

  “Waverlee?”

  Maybe they could just satisfy each other orally, she thought a smidge desperately. Surely she could get her mouth around that thing, couldn’t she?

  “Baby?”

  Good lord, what if she choked on it? His thick cock was certainly bigger than any banana she’d ever practiced on! How the hell would Shaw explain his dick being stuck in her throat to the paramedics?

  Nope, no oral. At least, not yet.

  “Waverlee Lynn Armstrong!” she heard Shaw shout.

  “Huh?” she grunted, still staring at his penis like it was a science experiment she couldn’t quite understand.

  “My eyes are up here, woman,” Shaw growled.

  Jerking her head up to look at Shaw, she saw that he looked torn between laughter and frustration. “Uhmmmm… sorry?”

  “Uh huh,” he chuckled. “I bet. Baby, trust me, I’ll fit inside you. It’ll take some work, but we’ll get there with a minimum of panic and pain, I promise. As for oral sex, while I’d love for you to suck my dick eventually, my cock is not on the menu tonight. But when we do add in blowjobs to our love life, I swear I will never, ever choke you with my penis. For you, however, oral is definitely on the agenda tonight. My mouth will help get that tiny pussy of yours ready for me. But I promise, no paramedics will be needed at any point tonight. Okay?”