Why Her?: May December Romance (Mistaken Identities Book 2)

by Rie Warren

  My knees weakened. My thighs quaked.

  “I’m going to fall over.” I gasped.

  “I won’t let you.” His hands curved around my ass, pulling me more firmly over his mouth, onto his mouth.

  Wild screams tore from my lips, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Hot all over, the flames burst higher when I looked down to see him pull back just long enough to lick his glistening lips before growling my name and launching back at me.

  My entire body bowed toward him.

  Wet sounds echoed from between my legs, and I felt like I’d become completely liquid.

  The final rush came when he used a fingertip to delicately trace my clit while sweeping his tongue in and out of me.

  Riotous flames burst throughout me, and I screamed, almost toppling over.

  But he held me while tremors ravaged my body, while he continued to ravage my pussy. Until slowly, gently, and with a feral smile, he eased his mouth off me.

  I came back to the present when Kane rose, brushing his hard body against mine all the way.

  He was about to kiss me senseless again when I stopped him.

  “Are you sure this is okay? Me . . . in your bedroom?”

  “Stop questioning everything, Stevie.” His palm tunneling beneath my hair settled on the nape of my neck.

  His kiss dissolved every last concern I had. Dissolved every bone in my body. Replaced worry with another aching need to be filled hard and hot and completely by him again.

  He ended the kiss with a rumbling groan. “Now get on the bed. I’m not done with you yet.”

  I did as ordered, and he seemed to like ordering me around during sex. Something so uncontrollably hot and purely masculine I’d probably let him get away with it most times.

  If there were more times.

  But not this time.

  When he prepared to climb on with me, I rose to my knees and pushed him back. “No way. Shorts off first.”

  He had the most wicked look on his face when he shucked them down then kicked them aside.

  Unabashedly naked.

  Unbelievably male.

  And my eyes widened when they swept down to his cock. I licked my lips at the sight. The thick shaft stood strong and tall, reaching up from a nest of black curls surrounding the base. A mapwork of veins marbled the surface, feeding the powerful length topped by a large darker colored head, which already pumped drops of clear liquid. And below swung two plump balls.

  “My God. You are big.”

  “Too hairy?” His hand moved across his wide chest, capturing my attention.

  The hair branching across his torso led to a thin line bisecting his abdomen before blooming again lower.

  I wanted to rub my face all over him.

  “Oh fuck no.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him down to his back.

  Straddling him so my greedy pussy slid wetly against his majestic cock, I held his arms down beside his head. “My turn to explore.”

  His eyes flashed warningly, but when I released his wrists, he kept still.

  I took my time, fingers skating all over his brawny muscles, dipping into deep hollows, testing the flexing strength of his sinews.

  Testing his limits.

  “Tell me what you think about me doing to you, Kane.”

  Again his eyes flashed. Then his jaw gritted. And still he kept his arms prone beside his head.

  “This. Sometimes something like this.”

  I kissed the deep groove of muscle from one hip to the base of his cock. “You can do better than that.”

  “You’re evil.”

  I laughed smokily, sucking the inside of one thigh before tarrying along the other deep dent of oh-so-sexy muscle at his groin.

  “I’d picture you on your knees. Between my legs. Opening those sassy lips and sucking just the head of my cock until I forced you to take me deeper.”

  His raunchy words when he was usually so refined sparked new desire in me.

  “You didn’t tease me this much in my imagination.” He growled.

  “I could edge you for a very very long time, if you’re not careful.”

  His cock had thickened even more, standing up like a torpedo of flesh I very carefully avoided.

  “I could flip you onto your back and sink my cock into that wet pussy of yours if I wanted to.”

  “But you won’t.”

  “Not this time,” he muttered, body shifting restlessly beneath me.

  “Mmm. I’m going to enjoy this.”

  I roamed higher, and when I brushed my breasts over his face, he latched on with a greedy noise, quickly sucking a nipple to instant perfection. But he growled again, teeth gnashing, when I pulled free.

  His body remained stretched out, and all mine. I pleasured him, tantalized him, teased him with fingertips sweeping lightly and lips skimming softly. I tasted the flat brown discs of his nipples, ran my tongue over the hills of both biceps, sucked the strong cords of his neck.

  His hips bucked, his feet stamped down on the bed, his fingers clenched.

  I made him wait and wait, his cock negligently touched—a lick to the shiny head, a finger whispered along the jutting underside, a breath blown along the length.

  Finally, thighs heavy with tense muscles, sweat shining on his chest, his head reared up. “Suck my cock, Stevie. I need your mouth on me.”

  “Do you?” I loosely encircled the base, lifting the heavy weight of his dick so it pointed at my lips.

  His hips pumped up. “You know I do.”

  I relented.

  With the first swirl of my tongue around the cockhead, he sucked in a breath then swore loudly.

  So rigid. So tasty. So much man.

  Pursing my lips, I kissed and kissed before letting that wide crown part my lips and slide into my mouth.

  Then I greedily gobbled him. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. He filled my mouth and my fist with pulsing flesh. Saliva slickened the mast, coating him. I wanted to take more, but I couldn’t get around the girth.

  Every time I lifted off, I slid my hand up and swirled my palm over the purpling head.

  Kane hissed when I did that, grunted when I enclosed him in my mouth again. My tongue danced over the veins and around and around the head.

  His hands fell to my hair. Gripping tresses in hard fists, he pulled me a little farther down and guided me back up.

  I loved that he’d lost control.

  “Is this what you pictured that night? Me sucking your cock?” My voice was hoarse, my pussy wet with anticipation of the next fuck, my breasts topped by swollen nipples.

  “Better.” He rocked into my mouth, nostrils flaring. “This is better.”

  I detoured lower, sucking all around his sac, and he almost shot off the bed.

  “Fuck!”

  I smiled against him, lavishing him with more attention before following his tugging hands to fill my mouth with his engorged shaft again. The entire thing went completely rigid, swelling hotly before pumping in strong surges.

  Growling and grunting, he filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed it all, burst after burst, relishing the taste and scent of him.

  Crawling back up his body, I kissed him softly on the lips. But he pulled me down, hugging me in a tight grip. His mouth hungered after mine, and I couldn’t believe it when his cock began hardening again. The hot length rubbed against my slit, and I had to have him inside me.

  Easing up, I took that throbbing flesh inside. I sheathed him slowly, and he watched between my thighs as I slid down the slippery pole.

  Once seated, I breathed out in a rush. My head hung as I adjusted to him, and he swept my hair back from my face, drawing me to his mouth where he murmured a long, “Mmmm, Stevie.”

  The sound made me smile.

  The sight of him enjoying my body made me swivel oh-so slowly, taking him in, sliding him out. It was such a long ride, and it felt so fucking good to be driven so deeply.

  Heat flushed my body, and I felt pink and swollen all over.

/>   Hands braced on his chest, I undulated up and down.

  Hands on my waist, Kane pressed me harder.

  “Did you fantasize about me riding you like this. Wondering what it would be like?” I leaned over to whisper near his ear then lick his jaw.

  “Yes.” He turned my face to his, and his eyes glittered. “And this is better.”

  When he smiled, I did too. But the smiles melted into sighs and moans, into grunts and groans.

  Then he was up against me. I was seated on his lap, his arms encircling my waist. He licked my breasts and nuzzled my nipples, plundering up inside my hungry pussy. He held my bottom and lifted me up and down that intensely hard, intensely hot, intensely long cock until we were both wet with my juices.

  The sensation of his broad hairy chest against my breasts made me delirious. We kissed until motion parted our lips. Until I arched and he crushed me to him. Until that lightning miracle happened again with my legs folded around his hips and his thighs pulled up to brace against me.

  Struck together, I wailed his name and he gave me more, kissing my neck and breathing my name and ending inside me.

  Afterward, I could only laugh weakly with a bone-weary giddiness I’d never experienced before. And Kane chuckled once, rolling us to our sides in a bundle of arms and legs and messy hair and perspiration dotting our skin while we clung together.

  I thought he’d dozed off while I rubbed one hand along his back then lower to his ass. Mmmm, his ass. He held my other hand folded in his between his chest and my breasts.

  I felt the whiffle of his laughter against my ear.

  “Keep exploring me like that and we’ll be going at it again. And I’m an old-timer, remember?”

  I tweaked one of his nipples then kissed it when he jerked and cursed.

  Smiling against his skin, I murmured, “I wouldn’t consider you that past it after a performance like that. Times three.”

  His palm skimmed up my outer thigh to settle heavily on my hip. “I’ve never been like that. It’s never felt . . . exactly like that.”

  “For me either.”

  Then for moments or minutes or hours, we just basked. Naked. On top of the bed. In Kane’s bedroom. On a Saturday.

  With no one else around.

  Until the front door banged open, and Cecilia yelled, “DAD! I’m home!” Footsteps sounded on the stairs. “Stevie’s truck’s here. Why’s she around on a Saturday?”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Kane

  AT THE SOUND OF Cecilia’s shout, Stevie pinged upright like she’d been struck by a bolt of lightning.

  “Oh shit!” she swore in a hiss, whirling around the room like a dervish. “I need my dress! What are we gonna say to her? I don’t even know where my shoes are!”

  I rose more slowly and stopped her in her tracks. “We haven’t exactly committed a crime here.”

  “What are you doing? Get some clothes on before Cecilia comes barging through the door. I’ll hide in the bathroom.”

  Holding her still with one arm banded around her waist, I bent to scoop up the shirt I’d removed from her earlier. “Cecilia has never in her life barged into the bedroom. Now put this on and button up.”

  I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on then found a T-shirt just as Cecilia knocked.

  “Da-a-a-a-d! Did you hear me?”

  “Yes, honey. We’ll be out in a minute.”

  As soon as I said we everything went still. It felt like the house itself was holding its breath, and Stevie glared at me so venomously I had to try very hard not to laugh.

  She jerked the buttons of the shirt so angrily, I thought she’d pop them off. And she buttoned all the way to her neck. Definitely not the sultry little minx she’d been an hour earlier.

  “How could you?” she hissed again.

  “I’m a damn grown man, Stevie. And I’m not about to act like I have something to hide in my own house.”

  Flames nearly burst from her eyes. It was comical, seeing her so uptight for once.

  “Are you ready?” I asked.

  “I’m going to kill you.”

  “Then you really will have committed a crime.” I smirked.

  “I’m gonna slap you at the very least,” she hissed . . . again.

  I merely shrugged, took her hand in mine, and opened the door. Stepping out and pulling Stevie after me, I shut the door before Cecilia had a chance to see the rumpled bed with about half the pillows strewn on the floor.

  Cecilia’s ponytail swung from side to side as she inspected me, then our joined hands, and then Stevie, whose face was red up to her hairline.

  Then, as I’d figured, Cecilia popped a fist to the air. “Yes. About time!”

  After that, she spun toward me. “You’re so busted, Dad.”

  She gave me a quick hug, and I glanced over her head to Stevie, who continued to look mortified.

  Cecilia took no notice, quickly ringing her arms around her too before releasing us.

  She wagged a finger at me. “God. I thought you were gonna be like a monk for the rest of your life or something.”

  “No further comments necessary.” I gave a small warning, but her effortless reaction pleased me. “Have you had lunch?”

  “No. And I’m starving. I’ll make a salad for us or something?” She whirled back to Stevie. “You’re staying, right?”

  Before Stevie could reply, she bounded downstairs and out of sight.

  Stevie flung open the bedroom door and stormed inside. She steamed through to the bathroom and started pulling her dress up underneath my shirt. Like I hadn’t just had her naked in my bed.

  After she shrugged out of my shirt, yanked the dress into place, and located her heels, she started to march right past me.

  I caught her wrist. “Whoa there. Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Home. God, Kane. Cecilia just about walked in on us.”

  I draped my arms around her completely stiff form. “Did she seem upset to you?”

  Stevie pointedly looked away.

  I took her chin between two fingers, drawing her gaze to mine. “Are you really going to pretend nothing happened here?”

  A small smile played around her lips, and I detected a chink in her armor.

  “No. But—”

  “Cecilia’s your biggest fan.”

  “Oh really? I thought you were.” She curved her hips against me.

  “At first I couldn’t stand you.”

  “You liar!” She coiled back to glare.

  “Busted.” I winked. “Besides, now that I’ve finally gotten you in my bed, I’m not about to let you out of it again.”

  “Where do you get off being all easygoing all of a sudden?”

  “Probably because you got me off.”

  “Kane Bishop!” She tried to break free, but I strengthened my embrace.

  Before I had a chance to kiss her into acquiescence, her phone began ringing from the depths of her backpack.

  She pulled the cellphone out and flicked it on. “Oh no.”

  “What’s wrong?” I drew her to the edge of the bed and sat her down next to me.

  “Gabriel. He told me to call him when I got home, and I completely forgot. He’s been texting for hours.”

  “Why? Did something happen?”

  “My ex, Ethan, made a surprise appearance at my party last night.”

  Anger raged through me, and I pumped to my feet. “What’d that bastard do this time?”

  “The usual. Just tried to bully me, but he had another thing coming. I kneed him in the balls. Then Gabriel took care of the rest. I stayed at his place last night.” Stevie spoke without a hint of fear, but that didn’t make me feel any better.

  I thumped down to my knees in front of her. “Did he hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “And then you let me treat you like that? Against the truck?” Hands framing her face, I peered closely into her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Kane. No. Of course not. You’re nothing
like him. Besides, I have no complaints about what happened against the truck.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips over mine. “But if I don’t call Gabriel immediately he might send out a search party.”

  I grumbled some more then listened intently while she called her brother.

  “I’m fine,” she said. “Still at Kane’s . . . I mean Mr. Bishop’s.”

  Her cheeks turned a delicious shade of pink, and she refused to look at me.

  “No. I’m not telling you that.” She waited for a beat then muttered, “’Cause noneofyabusiness, that’s why.”

  Finally, I cupped my hand over her phone and dropped my voice. “Tell him not to worry. You’re staying here for the rest of the weekend.”

  She looked at me incredulously, her precious mouth gaping wide open. I kissed her wide-open mouth then prodded her back to the phone.

  “I’m staying here the weekend?” she said to Gabriel.

  Relief coursed through me. Relief and more. A thrill at having Stevie in my house for two entire days, without work.

  She clicked the phone off and hid a little smile. “My brother sends his love.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Um, actually his precise words were as long as Kane treats you right, or I’ll punch his lights out too.”

  “Fair enough.”

  ****

  Cecilia seemed totally cool with the arrangement. She made lunch for the three of us as promised, chatted away about her sleepover last night, and insisted on a game of Frisbee afterward. I managed to get Stevie to change from the dress into old cut-off sweats of mine that had a drawstring she could cinch tight as well as a tank top she’d had stowed in her backpack. She found a pair of scuffed old flipflops in her truck, tied her hair up in a ponytail, and almost trounced my ass with what she called her ninja xtreme Frisbee moves.

  She was completely low maintenance, another reason to fall hard for her.

  And Cecilia laughed like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen in her life when I chased after Stevie, who hogged the Frisbee, catching her in my arms and tumbling her to the ground.

  She even giggled later—a sound I’d missed for so long—when I tried to kiss Stevie, and Stevie swatted me away.

  In fact, in front of Cecilia, Stevie hardly let me touch her at all. Which amused me even more.