Twisted By Desire (Lust, Desire and Love Trilogy #1)

by Desiree A. Cox

  “Come on.” I tugged on his hand, but he didn’t budge.

  “Right here. We don’t need to go upstairs if the munchkin is gone.”

  “She’s gone.”

  He pulled me back, fisting my hair, pulling me tighter into him. His tongue thrashed and lapped in my mouth. My hands reached around his back and could feel the muscles along his spine flexed and rigid.

  Without warning, Jeff slid his hands under my arms, picked me up, and set my ass on the breakfast bar. He resumed his seat in front of me. With quick movements, he slid my dress up, revealing my barely-there moist, white, lacy G-string.

  “Breakfast of champions right here.” He wrapped the thin material around his hand and ripped the G-string off. He grasped my thighs, pressing them back and apart, and nearly knocked me off balance as I scrambled to get my arms behind me to brace myself. He lowered his head into my waiting sex. He licked long and slow laps. “You taste so good, so sweet.” His licks got faster, and his tongue separated my lips to allow him to sink deeper into me. He moved his tongue from my clit and slid it inside me, then back up. He licked and sucked on my clit as he slid his fingers inside me, massaging me, fingering me until I trembled and orgasmed.

  Jeff raised his head. As he was getting ready to wipe his mouth, I grabbed his shoulders with my nails, digging in and pulling him up to me. Wrapping my mouth around his, I licked my juices from around his lips, nipping at them occasionally. As I consumed his mouth, he worked furiously to drop his pants and underwear down around his ankles.

  He pulled his mouth back from mine and stood in front of me, stroking his length. I reached my fingers down and slid them between my slick lips, parting them, then pulling them together, trembling with need. He watched me intently as I rubbed my clit, then slid my fingers down and plunged them into my sex. I fingered myself as he watched, stroking himself faster. When I pulled my fingers back out, they went back to my clit, massaging until I orgasmed again.

  “Damn, that was hot as fuck.” He reached for my soaked fingers and took them into his mouth, licking and sucking them as he pressed his swollen head against my slit. I was so wet, he slid in with ease. He massaged me gently, using just the head inside me, and within minutes my body quaked with another orgasm as I screamed out his name over and over.

  “Stop teasing me, baby, I want all of you,” I complained.

  “I wouldn’t call it teasing; you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

  “I need to feel you in me all the way, god-damn it; fuck the shit out of me, please.”

  “How can I resist when you ask me like that?” He slammed into me hard and deep, making me gasp and hitch my breath. My arms were getting so tired holding myself up. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take this before I’d collapse. His thrusts grew harder, causing my ass to slide back. He reached down and grabbed my thighs, yanking me forward again. We both were startled when the doorbell rang.

  “Fuck! That has to be the cleaning people.” Jeff yanked me off the breakfast bar, “Go upstairs, I’ll be right up.” He pulled his pants up and fastened his belt.

  I quickly grabbed all of our things off the floor and ran up the back stairs to the bedroom.

  By the time he got upstairs, I had pulled my dress off and was lying with my head propped up on all four of our pillows, my legs spread wide open, and knees bent, exposing my wet flesh to him.

  “Just the way I like you, ready and waiting for me.” He pulled his shirt off, and his pants were shed and left on the floor. He climbed up onto the foot of the bed, crawling his way up me. A shiver ran through my body.

  “Cold?”

  “No, can’t wait to feel you in me again.”

  “Wait no more, baby doll.” He lowered his mouth onto mine, pressed his hips forward, and his shaft filled my desire. He wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me tight as he continued to slay my sex with his powerful plunges. I moaned and called his name as he drove me over the edge again. I felt like I was in a fairy tale, being taken by Prince Charming, with every moment more perfect than the last.

  He rolled us, switching positions -- me on top of him as he lay on his back under me. I spread my legs wide and rose up off of him, not all the way, just until I could feel the ridge of his throbbing cock at my entry. Using my leg muscles, I controlled the thrusting and grinding, tilting my pelvis forward so my clit rubbed against his pubis. The power was euphoric, and the clit stimulation sent me over the edge again.

  Jeff grabbed my hips, and as he held me up slightly off of him, his hips thrust up into me as he continued his onslaught. “I’m gonna cum, Nikki, god-damn-this-pussy-feels-so-good.” He flipped me onto my back, and with hard thrusts, found his release.

  We took a quick shower. He was going to lie down for an hour, and I was heading out to the pool so I didn’t disturb him.

  I was awakened by the sound of a strange voice, and noises I had never heard before.

  “Sorry to disturb you, ma’am. I won’t be long.”

  “Who are you?”

  “I’m here for pool maintenance, ma’am.”

  I was swooning over how handsome this man was. “What exactly are you doing?”

  “Pool maintenance. I try to get by once a quarter, per Mr. Carrington’s service contract.”

  “No, I meant what all do you do to the pool?”

  “I make sure the pool is clean, check the filters and pumps, test the water’s pH and chemicals. And if Mr. Carrington has any special requests, I do them too.”

  “So what’s your name?” He had the most beautiful shirtless, muscular body wrapped in sweat-covered bronze and tattooed skin, topped with green eyes.

  “Carson, ma’am.”

  “Well, Carson, nice to meet you. Please call me Nikki, not ma’am.” I couldn’t help but stare. “Would you like some water?”

  “Yes, ma -- sorry, I mean yes, Nikki, that would be great.”

  “I’ll be right back.” I stood from the chaise and walked into the house. I could feel his eyes on me. In a weird way, I was hoping his eyes were on me. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and returned to the pool. “Here you go.” I tilted my head coyly and pursed my lips into a smile as my eyes locked with his.

  “Carson, good, you’re here,” I heard Jeff call out from behind me.

  “Yes, Mr. Carrington; is there anything else you need me to take care of today?” He shifted his eyes back at me. “Thanks, Nikki.”

  The two of them walked toward the pool house, talking pool business. Jeff patted him on the back once they reached the door, then turned and walked back in my direction. This man had a lion-like stride. His legs were so long and his way of walking was powerful, forcing his calves and quadriceps to flex with each step.

  “So you met Carson. He’s a good kid, not like some kids these days. He’s reliable, respectful, and hard working.”

  “How long has he been coming around?”

  “He’s been with this company for a couple years and got my account right away. He’s working while going to college, so who knows how much longer until I get a replacement.”

  “So what’s he doing now?”

  “I heard some noise in the pool house that I want him to check out for me.” Jeff took in a deep breath and held it for what seemed like minutes before releasing it. “Look, he’s here to work on the pool only. Not here for chit-chat with you, not here to be given the fifth degree about his job, and not to be gawked at,” he said using a pointed tone, his jaw clenched. “He’s been made aware of who you are and he'll call you Ms. Carmichael or ma’am, and eventually Mrs. Carrington, but not Nikki. Do you understand?”

  Jesus fucking Christ, why do I feel like a fucking five-year-old getting scolded by daddy? “I got it.” I released a loud sigh as I leaned forward to get up.

  “Where are you going?”

  “In the house. I’ll be back.” Fucking asshole.

  “Don’t get mad at me because I called you out. If you’re going to marry me and live in my hous
e, you need to respect me.” His eyes narrowed, and his voice was razor sharp. “I can’t control your eyes, but that staring bullshit in front of me better stop or you will be back in your little house so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

  I bit my tongue and kept from saying what I really wanted to. “I apologize if I disrespected you.” Turning on my heels, I walked into the house. I hadn’t come in the house for anything other than to get away from him. I was so furious that he’d just talked to me like I was a child. I paced back and forth for a minute and then heard him holler my name. God damn it, what now?

  “What?” I hollered out the screen door.

  “Bring us a couple beers when you come back.”

  Fuck you. “Okay.”

  I grabbed four cans of beer and walked back out to my chaise. “Here you go.” I set them all on the table then kept walking and jumped in the pool to swim a few laps.

  Before reaching the edge of the pool from my second lap, I felt his strong arm swoop me up, pulling me into him. “You can’t be mad at me all night.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Good, because I was thinking of going out later. Maybe we could go to The Rusty Pelican for dinner tonight.”

  “That works for me. I’ve never been there. I’m up for it, I guess.”

  “You’re going to like it.” He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. “I have a reservation for six o’clock.”

  As we drove up to the Rusty Pelican, I fell in love with the rustic wood and glass building that sat pretty much all by itself on the waterfront. “What an awesome building.”

  “The food’s pretty good too.”

  The sound of the waves and smell of food was so inviting as we strolled up the walkway to the entrance. Jeff stepped up to the hostess. “Carrington.”

  “Good evening, sir; party of two with a six o’clock reservation?”

  “Yes.”

  “Give us a few minutes and your table will be ready.”

  “Thank you.”

  I stood looking out at the water. I was entranced by the stunning view.

  “Carrington,” the soft female voice called.

  “Babe, come on, they’re ready for us.” Jeff touched my arm, and I jumped. I wasn’t sure why.

  We sat, and the waitress was at our table immediately with a glass of water for each of us. The hostess left the menus, and the waitress began telling us the daily specials. I was having a hard time focusing on what she was saying because the expression on Jeff’s face and his fidgeting hinted at something being wrong. He rolled his right shoulder while twisting his neck to the right. His lips were twitching and curling in the corners. There was bad news coming, I could sense it. Oh, shit, he’s not going to tell me it’s over, is he?

  “Can I start you with a drink from the bar?” the waitress asked.

  “I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please.” If I was getting dumped, I was going to get hammered.

  “A Jack and Coke for me, please.”

  “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

  My stomach was churning, and I began to feel nauseated. My chest felt tight when I took a sip of water to try to calm myself down, which wasn’t working.

  “What do you think of this place?” Jeff asked.

  “I like it; it’s very elegant. And the views are to die for.”

  “I was hoping you’d like it. They do weddings and receptions here. I wanted you to see it before your friends suggest renting a Fire Hall or some ridiculous shit like that.”

  My shoulders slumped as I gasped, closing my eyes briefly before opening them again. Thank you whoever is out in the universe looking out for me.

  “I could see us being here.” I glanced down at the menu. “But the prices are a bit much. But since you brought the wedding up, I’d like to talk to you about that.”

  “Talk away.”

  The waitress returned to take our order, then we talked about being on Say Yes to the Dress. He said he didn’t mind if I was on the show, but added that there was absolutely nothing that could get him to appear on it. We also talked about what maximum wedding guest list count was appropriate. We decided no more than two hundred guests sounded about right. Neither of us had any idea how many people we should invite.

  Our food was delivered to our table. I felt so good getting some of the planning details worked out, but we still hadn’t talked about the two biggest things: the date and the budget.

  “When we get done eating, I want you to go look at the Grand Ballroom.”

  “Okay, sounds good.”

  We finished eating, and Jeff settled the check. The hostess, Katy, was more than happy to take us back to see the room since it wasn’t in use. They were setting up for a wedding that was to take place the following day, though, and it was breathtaking. As soon as we walked in, I knew our venue had been found. The room was huge and perfect. It would easily accommodate two hundred people. With the large windows, the view was available wherever you stood.

  Katy took us to see the decorated gazebo area. I had to have my wedding here. I couldn’t wait to tell everyone about this place. Katy retrieved a wedding planner guide and planner business card for me before walking us back out front.

  We continued talking after we were home. I was so excited with how things were quickly getting checked off the list. The Rusty Pelican would be able to help with a lot of things on the overwhelming checklist.

  “We still have two big things to talk about.” I kicked off my shoes.

  “Keep talking. You have about fifteen more minutes, because I do have other things on my mind.” Jeff unbuttoned his shirt and sat back in the chair, looking delicious and fuckable. How was I supposed to concentrate on a wedding when fucking his magnificent ass was all that was on my mind?

  “We need to figure out the budget and the wedding date.”

  “Well, let’s see, today is October thirteenth.” Jeff pulled his phone from his pocket, and continued to rattle off calendar information. “Valentine’s Day falls on Thursday, so let’s go with the Saturday before that.”

  “Two thousand fourteen, right? So I get sixteen months to plan the wedding?” This would be a piece of cake, according to the checklist.

  “No, baby doll, you get four.” He looked up from his phone to meet my shocked look.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Of course, why put it off for over a year? You can make that work, right?”

  “Everyone says you need about a year to sixteen months to plan a wedding.”

  “Well, darling, you get four. Our wedding date is February ninth.”

  “Well, fuck me twice.”

  “Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it.” Jeff winked at me. He stood up and took his shirt off. “Let’s talk money tomorrow; enough of this wedding planning crap for tonight.”

  This man was a living, breathing sex god. His body deserved to be licked and worshiped from head to toe. His six-pack was divine, leading to that tantalizing V. I could feel myself getting wet just looking at him. I wanted to rip those pants off him.

  Jeff snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “I’ll ask again, do you want a drink?” He walked over to the bar.

  “Sure, whatever you’re having.”

  “Cool, a double shot of Fireball coming at you.” He peered at me with hooded eyes.

  I licked across my bottom lip. “Sounds enticing.” My sex clenched watching him walk over holding a shot glass in each hand full of the tasty cinnamon liquor.

  “It’s better than enticing; it’s a promise.” His arm stretched over toward me with my drink in his hand. As I reached for it, he raised the glass higher and stared into my eyes. “About that request of yours, I plan to fulfill it tonight. I plan to leave such a lasting impression on you that you’ll dream about me, feel me in you, and scream my name while you sleep.”

  My mouth fell open and my arms felt heavy at my sides. Wh
at were we wasting time drinking for? My words were stuck in my throat. He lowered his arm and my drink so I could take it.

  As I reached for it, he leaned down to me and slanted his mouth on mine. His tongue plundered the depths of my mouth. The familiar butterflies that had danced in my stomach when we had first met resurfaced in grand fashion.

  Chapter 19

  I’m not sure if I actually screamed his name out loud, but in my dreams, I went hoarse reliving the night’s incredible sexcapade. I’m pretty sure I had one of those night orgasm things because I was dripping wet down there when I woke up.

  Jeff was still asleep, so I slipped out of the bed and out of the room. I went downstairs and got a pot of coffee brewing. While I waited, I retrieved my two packets of Stevia and my International Delight French Vanilla creamer. I reached up to get one of the larger cups on a high shelf and felt his warm, large body drape over my shoulder and reach up to get it for me.

  “Good morning.” I turned to him. He was standing at attention in his black silk boxers. My eyes crawled up his fine form to meet his eyes.

  “Good morning to you; you weren’t supposed to leave.”

  “Maybe next time you should tie me down.”

  “Don’t tempt me, princess.”

  “Anyway, I needed some coffee.”

  “Bring it up with you; I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of.” His eyes looked down at his erection.

  “Why go upstairs? We have the house to ourselves.” I dropped to my knees on the hard travertine tile floor in front of him and yanked his boxers down with one hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft with the other before he could object. Peering up into his eyes, my tongue licked out around the swollen head and ridge. Our eyes remained locked on each other when I took him deep into my mouth, nearly gagging as he pressed against the back of my throat. I worked and twisted my hand at his base and used my mouth to lube and stroke him. He stood with his heated gaze fixed on me, watching me take him in and out of my mouth, getting deeper with each time. There was no way I could get all of him in my mouth, but I wanted to try.