All We Ever Needed

by D. A. Young

  “Mr. Brammer, please give a woman warning that you’re about to serve up all this hawtness first thing in the morning,” she half-kidded, throwing back the covers and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

  “You don’t have to get out of bed, love. I’ll see myself out. I know you were sleeping peacefully, and I didn’t mean to wake you…” Holt trailed off at Kat’s fulminating glare. “I’ll just shut up now.”

  “You said it, not me,” she retorted sweetly. “I wish you would try to play me like that and sneak your ass outta this house! Stay there! I’ll be right back!”

  Kat had no idea how appealing she was to him, wearing his favorite Tennessee Titan’s t-shirt that swamped her body and her curls in a haphazard bun atop her head. Holt’s eyes traveled down her length and back up sleek legs to linger on her swaying apple bottom as Kat disappeared into the bathroom.

  Holt’s mood was growing fouler by the minute. With great irritation, he loosened the knot of his Windsor tie. He was fatigued from lack of sleep. Not wanting to miss a moment with Kat, Holt found himself staring like a creeper while she slept peacefully, a serene smile on her lips and his ring on her finger. He was fucking hornier than he’d ever been in his life and determined not to do a damn thing about it. In three months, they’d be married. He could manage that wait. Except, Kat had a way of cuddling into Holt in the middle of the night that would have already gotten her fucked six ways from Sunday if he’d been a weaker man. That tempting derriere settled back against his cock, nestling it between her plump ass cheeks, clenching every time she shifted against him. Her breasts brushing against his hand under her ribcage tempted Holt to feel the weight of them in his palm.

  The last two days were a fucking dream he didn’t want to wake up from. Holt took Kat to see “A Raisin in the Sun” and dinner at Tin Angel in Nashville. They went ice skating and sleigh riding and cuddled up and vegged out on the sofa, discussing ideas for their wedding and adding an additional room for her studio to the cabin. Holt really didn’t give a damn what they did as long as Kat finally said ‘I do” in the next three months. Kat had sent everyone in their circle a pic of her left hand and, at Holt’s insistence, captioned the text, “It’s about damn time!” He was relieved that Ms. Vivienne demanded they plan the engagement party when he departed. It would take his baby’s mind off his absence.

  “You look the way I feel, Holt,” Kat observed. “Are you okay?”

  “Do you feel comfortable using the new alarm system?” he asked instead of answering.

  Darby and his crew had installed it while they were in Nashville, and it gave Holt peace of mind that he’d be able to check the property and Kat’s safety. She could also do the same from their phones. He was still debating beating the crap out of Ras when he saw him next. Otto was definitely going to catch hands during his visit.

  She slipped her arms around his waist. “Absolutely. If I need to, I’ll reach out to Darby or Tuck. I miss you already, babe. Be safe and call me when you land. I love you.”

  She tilted her head up for his kiss, and Holt scowled down at her until her brow creased. Perplexed, she released him and planted her hands on her hips instead with raised eyebrows. “What’s your problem, Brammer?”

  “Why are you suddenly being all zen and accepting of this?” It was churlish, yet Holt couldn’t stop contain himself. He was going to miss her fiercely.

  “It’s called being mature, man! I’m taking the high road with great expectation that all will go well.”

  Kat’s realization was accompanied by an eye roll. It was the last straw for Holt’s sleep-deprived, lust-induced ass. Dark seduction curled around his response.

  “Fuck the high road, Little Romankov.”

  His mouth crushed hers with a ruthless precision that sent electric currents sizzling between them as Kat surrendered herself to Holt. His hands fell to her ass, tugging aggressively at the shirt and lifting it up. Their kiss broke as Kat, sensing his motive, happily aided by raising her arms and Holt yanked her scrunchie off as well as the offending garment off her body victoriously, revealing her curvaceous figure.

  “Sweet baby Jesus!” he wheezed, feeling lightheaded. He bent, grasping his thighs and trying to recover from her flawlessness. He wasn’t fucking worthy of this queen standing proudly before him, daring to be claimed and tasted. Kat was baring her heart and soul, along with curves, flares, and dips for days.

  Seductress.

  What was even more of a turn-on were his hickeys on her breasts. They were now faded, purple-dotted with touches of raspberry in the shape of Holt’s teeth and lips. The love marks were sexy as hell against her silky peanut butter complexion. They were art that should’ve been displayed in the finest museums, and Katerina regally wore them as proudly as if they were jewels from her finest collection.

  Wetting his lips with his tongue, Holt swallowed hard, and managed to ask, “Do they hurt?”

  Kat’s curls danced around her face and shoulders as she shook her head no. “Absolutely not! I love them and how they came to be. They represent the love and passion between us.”

  His hands gripped her hips and drew her to him. With infuriating slowness, his tongue traced each hickey, carefully evading her painfully puckered nipples, and triggering goosebumps all over Kat’s heated flesh. She remained still, save the pulse dancing at the base of her throat and the increasing slickness on her thighs. Holt’s breath skittered across a nipple and Kat moaned. Tipping his face up, her breath caught at the feral desire ingrained there. His lips felt like static electricity brushing over the taut peak and she shuddered, clutching at his broad shoulders, lest her weak knees buckle.

  Her pussy was flooding, and Holt was procrastinating.

  Something had to give.

  “Should I start without you, Mr. Brammer?”

  Kat naked and using prefixes and surnames was a really fucking terrible idea, Holt thought, even as his dick thumped its approval of said idea. Rising up, he hoisted her into his arms and Kat’s legs encircled him. Her feline eyes were sultry with expectation and she writhed against him, her arousal invading Holt’s nostrils as it dripped onto his four-thousand-dollar suit.

  “You don’t ever start without me. Your pussy is mine. I’m the only one who gets you off, darlin’. We clear?”

  She palmed his face, looked Holt square in the eye, and caught his bottom lip between her teeth. “So fucking get me off already…Mr. Brammer.”

  A strangled moan escaped Kat’s lips when his palm firmly connected with her ass. Her tender flesh stung from the impact while her sex clenched reflexively. The filthy smirk on Holt’s face said he knew and there would be plenty more if she played her cards right. Jesus, Autumn had been right. Kat’s answering smirk said she knew what calling him ‘Mr. Brammer’ did to him. Yes, there would be, because Kat loved his roughness combined with the respectful and gentle way he treated her outside the bedroom.

  They fell back on the bed together. Holt’s mouth and beard burned a trail along Kat’s jaw, down her neck and ventured further south. Holt grazed and bit at her hypersensitive flesh as he went, awakening erogenous zones Kat hadn’t known existed. His hands were deliciously rough on her breasts, palming and squeezing them just right. Kat arched into him with a strangled cry when his hot tongue dallied on her swollen nipples, stabbing and swiping at her undersides, his teeth nipping at her areolas almost inhaling her breasts wholly into his greedy mouth.

  “More, babe! You’re so good at it,” Kat urged, head thrashing side to side, nails clawing at his suit jacket. “You’re also wearing too many clothes! Let’s do something about that, shall we? I want to touch you also.”

  “My clothes are stayin’ on,” Holt rasped, frowning up at her sternly. “This is strictly for you. These clothes come all the way off and your knees will have to be surgically removed from behind your neck.”

  Her lips pouted temptingly. “If you insist, Mr. Brammer…for now.”

  Holt’s hand cupped the back of her knee,
opening Kat up as he lowered himself between her wet thighs. Finally. Her delectable fragrance alone was enough to get Holt off. He wanted to weep with joy and wished that he could bottle the musky-honey scent and take it with him when he traveled. Her sex was covered by a neatly trimmed auburn thatch, and the plump folds were shiny with Kat’s excitement that leaked between her ass cheeks. For him. Holton. Brammer. Leaving without finally tasting Katerina wasn’t an option. Her body was starved, and Holt intended to feed her a feast of ecstasy. Her neglected engorged jewel beckoned to him like a siren, and he could wait no longer to worship at his shrine.

  Holt’s hands slipped under her ass and lifted Kat’s pussy to his mouth. His beard rubbed roughly against her thighs as her legs wrapped around his neck. He traced her clit and ‘hoovered’ it into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. Kat went wild, her hands latched into his hair and bucking into Holt’s face, inviting him to eat his fill. Keeping her on the edge of arousal, his finger trailed down her saturated cleft, then back up, slipping into her drenched folds. So fucking tight and delicious. Kat’s pussy was James Beard award-worthy. She was decadently sweet with a hint of smoky spice that he found utterly intoxicating.

  “You taste fucking delicious, baby. Gimme some more sugar,” he crooned as she coated his tongue and he hungrily swallowed her essence. “Shit yeah! Just like that!”

  Holt felt Kat’s muscles adjusting and stretching and added another finger, tunneling deep into her overflowing channel with a forceful tempo as he passionately played her like a virtuoso. So full. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only embrace the waves of bliss crashing over her. Kat palmed her breasts and fondled her tender nipples, her body rising and falling with languid grace, completely uninhibited and at Holt’s not-so-tender mercy.

  The room filled with the hums wrung from her throat, Holt’s groans of pleasure, and the sultry, wet suctioning sounds of his fingers hypnotizing her pussy. He shifted his hand underneath her ass so his fingers had better access to her booty, and his thumb circled her forbidden hole. Kat’s eyes crossed and her toes curled when Holt gently penetrated her ass. Dear God. It was truly a sin for anything to feel this decadent and for her to crave this man as she did. Kat felt like she was dying in the best way possible. Suddenly, he removed his fingers from her core, sucked them dry, and filled her aching void with the hot sweep of his tongue, laving up all of Kat’s cream in thirsty, ravenous gulps while thumb-fucking her star. His nose nuzzled her clit in time with each bob of his head and thrust of his broad digit.

  Holy shit.

  “Holton!”

  The orgasm started in Kat’s toes and billowed like wildfire, destructing everything in its path. Holt growled his male appreciation at the wanton sight of Kat’s head tipped back in the throes of ecstasy, her hips gyrating and breasts bouncing shamelessly as the storm claimed her. The tremors had barely left Kat’s body when Holt rose on one elbow and in swift jerking movements, undid his belt and pants and shoved his boxers down enough, to free his beast. He settled between her thighs, pressing into her, and Kat widened to accommodate him, absorbing Holt in all of his raw intensity. Pulsating steel claimed its home nestled between her drenched folds, rubbing against her oversensitive sex with maddening friction, the broad crown tormenting her swollen clit.

  “Mine?” Holt demanded possessively.

  “Yesss!” Kat panted, hips canting in a rhythm as old as time. “Yours, Holton. Only yours.”

  “Forever?”

  “Until the end of time...” she swore with fierce conviction. “Forever and only yours!”

  His hand cupped Kat’s nape, bringing her mouth to his, swallowing her cries of bliss, demanding she taste the power she had over him. Molten pleasure spread through Holt’s body as Kat entwined herself around him and they found a primitive rhythm of giving and taking.

  “Ahhhh! Are there rules to this? I never want it to end,” she moaned, against his mouth, her nerves liquifying with every thrust of his hips. He was so close to penetrating her that if Kat accidentally thrust forward when he slid down...timing was everything after all.

  “Shit! There’s not a word to describe how incredible this feels! Don’t stop!”

  “Only one rule,” Holt gritted out, racked with shudders and breathing heavily. Kat’s passion and excitement were going to set him the fuck off. He had to be careful. She was beyond ready. Holt knew if he slid in right now, he’d meet with minimal resistance and get rid of that pesky hymen issue hanging over their heads. What a fucking masochist he was to enjoy this fucking torture. With every touch and taste of Katerina, he thirsted for more of her.

  “The golden rule is for you to take every inch wherever I decide to put it and enjoy it.”

  Kat bit his neck, going on animal instinct. The need to mark him was positively primal. Her nails clawed at his suited back before lowering to dig into the dense muscle of his bare, flexing buttocks as she came, her body soaring once more. Heaven and Earth collided for Holt as pressure sizzled up his spine to his brain, screaming for him to abort this mission before he rammed himself into Kat’s pussy and filled her to the brim. The thought of them finally fusing together imploded his brain and Holt forced himself to rear back.

  “Touch yourself!” he ordered through gnashed teeth.

  Kat’s trembling fingers slid over her heaving rib cage and past her navel, disappearing down into the wet curls between her thighs and her body arched reflexively, her desperate eyes locked on his, lips parted and prepared to beg for him.

  “Shit it’s too much!” she gasped, back arching. Kat bit at her lips, her curls flying as her head twisted side to side and her body rippled with bliss.

  But they both knew better.

  This would never be enough between them.

  Holt fisted his dick and jerked his hand up and down with concentrated, vicious strokes at the sight of his love finally wearing his ring. Pleasuring herself for both of them spurred him on. Head thrown back, he surged across the finish line with a triumphant roar, erupting in thick, pearlescent spurts all over his pants leg and their bedspread.

  “Katerina!”

  He was majestic in his relief, Kat thought, dazed and spent. Holt’s face was savagely beautiful with its sweeping bold lines that were frozen in agonizing pleasure, blue eyes blazing as he painfully snarled out his pleasure. Her eyes fell to his length, and Kat swallowed harshly at the waste he’d made. She would have gladly finished him off in her mouth. He came back to her gasping and pressed his forehead to hers, regret flaring in his stormy eyes.

  “Shit! I didn’t mean for everything to—”

  “It did,” Kat interrupted, pressing her fingers to his lips and silencing his apology. “Don’t ever doubt that or fucking apologize for what comes naturally to us. I’m the last person to judge the man who just rocked my world and turned it inside out. I don’t regret a moment of it and would die if you did. I love you, Holton Brammer. Heart and soul. Nothing and no one will ever change that. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and on your way. The sooner you go, the sooner you can come back to me.”

  “Question for you, Mr. Brammer.”

  Holt’s mouth captured hers, and his hand encircled her throat lightly, thumb stroking her pulse. Against Kat’s lips, he growled, “You’re fuckin’ with me, baby.”

  Her tongue flicked the corner of his mouth lightly, mischief in her gaze. “I am.”

  The restless inferno in his eyes made Kat clutch at his lapels, the ache of desire spreading throughout her body once more. “Not a nice thing to do, knowin’ I can’t return the favor. Do yourself a favor and don’t poke the bear. Now, what’s your question?”

  Kat traced his lips with her tongue. “But I like poking the bear. The perks of playing with fire are immensely rewarding. What’s up with you and my ass?”

  “Have you seen your ass, Kat? Because if you had, I don’t think we’d be having this pointless conversation. It’s a very nice ass. Level of fuckability on a hundred. You’ve been officially put on
notice.”

  “So, your fingers are the extra oomph? Like the toy in a Happy Meal?”

  Holt chuckled, amused by her logic. “That’s one way of puttin’ it. “I’m gonna miss you, darlin’.”

  “Ditto.” Kat pressed a quick kiss to his lips and pushed against his chest. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll drive you.”

  “No, I still plan on driving. Frank can have someone bring the car back.”

  “That’s a needless hassle,” Kat argued. “Besides, I want to.”

  “Katerina.” Holt framed her face with his palms. “Stay put. Please. If you go, I might be tempted to kidnap you. Believe me when I say that until all issues are resolved, Sweden is the last place I want you to be. Now kiss me.”

  Even though she looked like she wanted to push the envelope, Kat complied, molding her body to his. She tried to convey his worth to her in that kiss, knowing it wasn’t possible.

  “Come back to me. Or so help me, I’ll come and retrieve your ass,” she threatened.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  ***

  Holt shoveled the driveway out for Kat before he showered and changed into another custom-tailored, suit, charcoal this time. He had one stop to make before arriving at the airport. Holt headed into town and pulled up in front of the Ink Stain. By the time he got out of the truck, Tuck was standing outside of the tattoo shop’s doors with a steaming mug of chicory coffee.

  “Mornin’,” he greeted Holt. “I saw you from the front window above. I was about to start breakfast. Care to join us?”

  Like most shop owners down Main Street, Autumn lived in the loft above her business. She’d moved into it after her uncle retired, and Tuck joined her when they married.

  “Mornin’ and no, thank you. I already ate. Sorry to swing by so early.”

  Holt could still smell Katerina on his beard, and for the first time in his life, he’d been pissed to have to brush his teeth. He’d been in a state of unrest since leaving her tucked under the covers and longed to return to her.