by Taylor Lee
He huffed a deep sigh. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt for you guys to be on the alert. But I’m asking you, Son. Don’t mention this to your mother, alright? She’s worked her heart out to make your wedding special. Dealing with a bunch of ANP lowlifes wasn’t on her agenda.”
Nate spoke before Sam could. “We hear you, Sir. You can count on our discretion. I can tell you though if some Hitler wannabe thinks he can stink up Sam and Annika’s wedding, he’s in for the surprise of his bottom feeding life. I didn’t know Jake until today. But I can tell you about the Minnesota contingent. Luke may wield a cane, but in his hands it becomes a more potent weapon than the nine in his boot. As for me and Erin, we hunt bears in Northern Minnesota for entertainment. A badass neo Nazi douchebag doesn’t stand a chance.”
Jake’s easy going vibe ratcheted up a thousand percent. His stern tone held a warning. “Speaking for the California guy, Chief Carter, my partner and I dealt with haji for three years. We got damn good at smelling shit before it hit us. From the time I entered the grounds, I’ve been checking out the security you’ve got in place. Thanks for filling us in on the extent of the danger. My suggestion is that you and your family pay attention to the wedding.”
He eyeballed Sam. “That includes you and Annika, Hotshot.”
Turning back to Sam’s father, the fierce gleam in his bright cobalt eyes belied his smile.
“It’s your job, sir, to make sure Sam doesn’t fall apart or that Annika doesn’t decide at the last minute she’s crazy to marry this handsome dude. From their gooey-eyed expressions, that is unlikely, but you never know. Let Luke, Nate, and me be your eyes and ears. And your muscle. I promise you nothing remotely dangerous will get near any of you.”
Luke nodded, his formidable expression underscoring his harsh words.
“Copy that, Jake. In a perverse way I hope some Abejas do try to join the festivities. I’ve haven’t chomped on my usual quota of peckerwoods in the last couple of weeks. Makes me restless and a little more ornery than usual.”
~~~
Buoyed by the formidable resources of the men he’d surrounded himself with, Sam gratefully closed down the confab. Somehow, he, Jake, and Nate managed to keep from running each other over as they made their way to the suite occupied by their beautiful sexy women. He comforted himself that one of those lovelies, his bride to be, was going to be dealing with his raging erection that had been building since he'd had her last. The thought alone caused his pants to tighten. Damn, he needed his woman. NOW!
~~~
Annika took advantage of Margaret waylaying Sam to go over last minute details to make a break for their suite. She wasn’t surprised that she was exhausted. They’d left Minnesota at five a.m., a long grueling sixteen hours ago. Ducking into the mammoth shower that had no fewer than four shower heads and some interesting handheld ones on extension hoses, Annika turned the water on full force. With a groan she gave into the sensual pleasure of hot water pounding into the aching muscles in her neck and shoulders. She’d piled her long blonde hair up on top of her head knowing she didn’t have the strength to shampoo it much less dry it. Little by little, the pulsing fingers of steamy water began to relieve some of her tension.
Thinking back over the day, Annika marveled that she wasn’t on her knees given the bucking bronco of emotions she’d been riding. After a few minutes of water torture, she began to relax and take stock of the day. Surprisingly, her overwhelming emotion was elation. She’d done it. She’d met Sam’s parents, his sisters, and even some of his former lovers. Miracle of miracles, she liked them all. Even hateful Hailey had turned out to be amusing. Her Valley girl speech and open pining for Sam became a running joke between Annika and Sam. And dammit, it was good to know that someone was jealous of her for a change. She’d even managed to come to grips with Sam’s family’s obvious wealth. She’d always known that Sam had money. His clothes and choice of automobiles were the giveaways. The fact that his parents were as down to earth as Sam was comforting. And let’s face it, his gruff father was a pussycat!
Annika smiled remembering the expression on Sam’s face when he and the rest of his brawny buddies crashed their girlie party. The memory of the simmering hunger in his eyes and the lust radiating off his body sent a surge of sensation between her thighs. Basking for a moment in the anticipation of what was surely to come when Sam freed himself from his mother, Annika eyed the handheld shower head. With a salacious grin, she unhooked it and turned the water on full. Leaning back against the tiled wall she spread her legs and turned the pulsing water to the places where it would do the most good.
Five minutes and a rollicking orgasm later she forced herself out of the shower. Taking time to thoroughly dry her body she slathered gobs of fragrant lemon tinged lavender lotion over her body. Reaching for the shimmering gown and negligee that Erin had given her, she smiled at herself in the mirror. She was grateful that the stress that had lined her face a few scant hours before, was blessedly absent. Instead she looked relaxed with a rosy glow tinging her face. Annika giggled. Nothing like a little autoerotic exercise to wake up a girl’s libido and put color in her cheeks.
Opening the door to the sitting room, she smelled the fragrance of his cigar. Drawing in a deep breath through her nose she wallowed in the odor. God, she wondered if Sam knew how sexy, how masculine that smell was. She sniffed. Of course he did. No one was more aware of his sexual prowess than Sam was. That cocky confidence made him simply the sexiest man she’d ever known.
The pungent odor of his cigar mingled with the smell of burning logs. Flickering light from the fireplace cast shadows across the opulent room. Her stomach turned a somersault when she saw his tall frame lounging in an armchair next to the fireplace. The ambient light from the fire played over his visage. Swallowing hard, Annika saw that Sam was studying her through narrowed eyes, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The burning end of the cigar he held between his fingers mirrored the bright red coals in the fireplace. Her stomach flipped again seeing the expression on his face. Sam resembled a dark predatory animal, sleek and confident. An animal that had spotted his prey—his meal for the night. The gleam in his eyes confirmed that he intended to play with his food before eating it.
His voice was soft, insinuating. A mix of lust and command colored his words.
“Did you enjoy your shower, Annika?”
Chapter 7
Annika gasped. The fiery rush of sensations flooding her face worked its way across her chest, streaked down her belly and pooled between her legs. She forced herself to respond, not surprised that her voice trembled. How could it not, given the way that her legs were shaking.
“You, you were watching… me…?”
“Ah, yes. That I was. I believe that I enjoyed the scene almost as much as you did, Princess.”
Annika swallowed and forced herself to meet his gaze. Aiming for control she lifted her chin.
“Do you enjoy being a voyeur, Sam?”
He chuckled. “Very much, Annika. Particularly when the woman I love is pleasuring herself—in preparation for me.”
Leaning back in his chair, he crossed one leg over the other and flicked a nonexistent speck of dirt from the crisp crease in his dress trousers. He was the picture of elegance. Except for the fire burning in his eyes, he looked nonchalant, like a prince carelessly surveying his treasures. A Midas casually counting his gold. His smile broadened slightly.
“In fact, I enjoyed it so much, Annika, that I want you to do it again.”
She gulped.
“What… take another shower?”
“No, Princess. That won’t be necessary. You can do it right here, in front of the fire—and of me.”
The silky command in his voice sent a tsunami of sensations swirling over her. She forced herself to meet his gaze, not look away. It was a mistake. The powerful command explicit in his flashing black eyes caused her legs to shake in earnest. When she hesitated, he nodded.
“Yes, Princess. I want a repeat performanc
e. Will you do that for me, Annika? Play with yourself? Show me how you made yourself come? Only this time—in this instant replay version—I want to hear you as well as see you. No suppressing any of those sexy sounds you make. Uh uh. I want to hear you pant, hear you gasp, suck in tiny sips of air. I want to hear your moans turn into groans. Hear your breath comes faster and faster, until you can’t hold back. Will you scream for me, Annika? Mmm hmm. Yes, Princess, I think that you will—when I finally allow you to come.”
He grinned. “Don’t worry. In case you forgot the sexy things you did with that shower head, I’ll remind you—coach you. Would you like me to do that, Princess?’
The flood of moisture between her legs betrayed what his sexy smile confirmed. He knew that she was as hot as he was. Only she was the one who was on stage.
Even after the hundreds of times that Sam had made love to her, Annika never ceased to be astonished at the change that came over him in the bedroom. In public, he was sophisticated, witty, the epitome of a cultured gentleman. But under that urbane patina lived a powerful commanding lover. When he made love to her, Annika had a glimpse of the man who oversaw high powered, dangerous missions. She was certain his men followed his every order without question. His presence, his aura, didn’t allow for insubordination.
Remembering the first time that Sam had made love to her, Annika swallowed hard. She’d been afraid. Certain that she would disappoint him. The moniker ‘Ice Princess’—one that a rebuffed would-be suitor had bestowed on her—was stuck in her psyche. The careless caustic words replayed themselves whenever a man dared to come close, tried to break through her icy shell.
Unlike her past lovers who were cowed by her presence, Sam didn’t ask for permission. After he’d stripped her naked, he’d carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Before she could object he’d fastened a long cord on one then the other of her wrists, stretching her arms high over her head. He quickly tied her ankles, leaving her naked spread-eagled on the four poster bedstead. If he saw her reluctance, he'd ignored it. Gazing at her outstretched body, he’d smiled then withdrew a black silk scarf from his pocket and tied it securely over her eyes. Thoroughly captured, Annika was helpless to resist. She’d wondered many times what it was about her being bound that ratcheted her libido exponentially. Allowed her to reach a climax that she’d never dreamed possible. She could still hear his silky commands: ‘Feel, Princess, just feel.’ ‘Now, baby, now.’ ‘Show me how you come.’ Then, finally, ‘Scream, Annika, let me hear you scream.’ And scream she did.
That was the beginning of an outrageous love affair. Their passionate couplings took multiple forms. Sam introduced her to play acting, encouraging her to assume characters, personas that allowed her to play out fantasies she didn’t know she had. He dug deep into her psyche, rooting out any semblance of the icy withdrawn woman she’d been certain that she was. Within weeks, the Ice Princess had become a fiery wanton lover.
Now, standing in front of Sam, her chest was so tight it hurt to breathe. His warm brown skin gleamed in the firelight. Though fully clothed his lean muscular frame was apparent. She knew his body well. Following his commands, she’d explored him, tentatively at first, then eagerly, mimicking the way that he explored her. Annika discovered the places on his body that caused him to moan, then groan, and as he neared one of his fearsome climaxes, to roar, a deep primal sound from the depths of his being.
Narrowing his gaze, he motioned with the cigar to her negligée.
“Off, Annika. Slowly. Let it fall softly to your feet. Imagine that it is my hands teasing your body with its silky touch.” He waited until the silk whispered its way to the floor then gazed at the transparent gown. “Lovely, Princess. A beautiful gown for a beautiful woman. Undo the straps, baby. Lower the top. Uh uh, just to your waist. I want to glory in your breasts before I drink in the sight of your pussy.”
The coarse expression and his low groan tightened the sensitive tips of her nipples, hardening them into taut peaks.
“Ah yes. See how your nipples respond to my voice? Do they ache, Annika, throb for my touch? Pinch them, baby, both of them. Stretch them, yes like that.”
Annika did as he ordered, stunned that her breath was coming in hard, raspy pants. Oh god, she would never last. She’d come before she got her gown off. As if knowing her thoughts, Sam chuckled a low sexy sound.
“Uh uh, Princess, not yet. Not until you’ve shown me how wet you are.”
Sam nodded to her gown. “Let it go, Annika. Yes, like that. God, baby, I can see the juices on your thighs. They are shiny with that precious dew.”
He motioned again with his cigar. “I want you to taste yourself. Spread your lips. Yes like that. Put your fingers inside of you. Now, Princess, show me your fingers. Mmm hmm. So wet, so fragrant. Now, baby, suck on them. Let me hear you suck.”
Annika couldn’t hold back. Fiery shards of energy sparked between her legs. She cried out, she had to have him. Seeing his expression tighten, his jaw harden, she didn’t have to guess what was happening to his fearsome erection. It bulged against his trousers, straining the zipper. The sheen of sweat on his lip made her want to lick it off, lick him all over. Knowing that his desire was as intense as hers, she spread her legs wider. Arching her back, she thrust her hips forward. Gratified, she watched him grind out his cigar and slowly rise to his feet. In seconds he’d shucked off his shirt, baring his muscled arms and chest. They rippled with pent up strength. His hard chest and belly were decorated with tight curly hair that came to a vee at the top of his pants
“Please, Sam. I need you.”
He groaned, a hard male sound.
His voice was gruff, strained.
“What do you need, Princess. Tell me.”
“I need you.” When he nodded for her to continue, she cried out.
“I need you… your cock… inside of me…. Now!”
~~~
Sam stared at her. The flickering light from the fire danced over her slender body. Annika was breathtakingly beautiful, the epitome of the pale, golden Scandinavian woman. Her long blonde hair hung in a multicolored mass of gold and silver strands, damp tendrils from her shower curling enticingly around her cheeks. Her wide eyes were light blue pools reminiscent of an alpine stream. That her arched brows and long lashes were shades darker than her hair only added to her striking beauty. But it was her mouth that drove him crazy. Full pouty lips that even without the shiny goop she spread on them were naturally tinged with pink. A potent reminder of her other lips that beckoned him now.
Her high pointed breasts jutted out, the rosy nipples dark with desire. He’d taught her the erotic pleasure of nipple clamps but he preferred her nipples bare, taut beaded nubs that tightened at his command. Her slender legs were toned. Firm muscles underlay the pale womanly flesh that curved her hips and thighs. And god her ass. He could spend hours, indeed he had, glorying in the firm rounded globes separated by that enticing crack between her cheeks. He’d insisted that she remove all the hair from her mound, not wanting anything to interfere with his visual pleasure of her nether lips.
Stunned at the rush of desire flooding him when she arched her back and spread her legs provocatively he forgot his plans to have her replay her sexy shower scene. Gone was his intention to take her slowly, passionately, dragging out her orgasms and his. Instead, with one hand he swept the magazines and artifacts from the low coffee table. They hit the floor with a crash. With one strong arm he lifted her and laid her on the tabletop. Kicking aside the ashtray and other ornaments that had graced the table, Sam reached for a cushion from the sofa. Stuffing it under her head, he grabbed for another and shoved it under her hips. There was no time to remove his clothing. No way could he get his socks and boots off, the heck with his trousers. They could come off later, after he’d buried his burgeoning cock in her tight channel. In one expert movement he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Reaching inside the expensive trousers he pulled out his formidable prick, praying that he could get
inside of her before he exploded.
Bending over her he spread her legs apart, eliciting a deep moan from his avid lover. He folded her knees up against her chest then opened her legs wider. Holding her in that exposed position for a long moment, he gazed at her unconsciously licking his lips. His voice was harsh, gritty with desire.
“Look at you, baby. God, Princess, you’re beautiful. So pretty, so pink, so wet.”
Kneeling up on the table he hovered over her then lowered himself between her legs whispering an agonized promise.
“Later, Princess, I’ll taste you, feast on you. But now, now I need you. I need to be deep, hard, inside of you.”
And then with a brutal thrust he drove into her. Their cries mingled as their bodies strained against one another. Seeking relief, Sam rose to his knees. Lifting her hips higher, clasping Annika’s ass cheeks in his big hands, he drove in deeper, his raw agonized groan splitting the air. Her answering cry, imploring him, begging for more, shattered his resistance—and his caution. With short hard demanding strokes he slammed into her. His final roar was matched by her screams as they rose together to impossible heights.
~~~
Hours later, Sam awoke startled that they had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the fireplace. The dying embers threw off a little heat but the chill in the room was palpable. The fact that they were both naked didn’t help. Picking Annika up carefully like the precious gift that she was, Sam avoided the careless array of clothes and books and other articles scattered across the floor and carried his woman to bed.
For several long moments, he relived the tumultuous love scene from hours before. He wasn’t surprised they’d passed out. The miracle was that he had the strength to carry her after their Kama Sutra worthy love fest. Nestling her next to him, her head resting against his shoulder, he marveled at how they fit together. He reached down and tucked a wayward strand of long golden hair behind her ear. Running his finger down her rosy cheek, he couldn’t help stroking her full lips. Remembering the feel of those luscious lips on his body, he shuddered, yet another after-tremor from their hedonistic lovemaking. God, he loved this beautiful passionate woman. Sam wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, letting his hand rest on her alabaster arm. He delighted in the contrast in color of her pale skin to his dark brown shade. The comparison was striking—and beautiful.
