Decker's Fate (The Decker Brothers Trilogy Book 1)

by K. R. Richards

  One thing led to another. He didn’t realize that he had gone too far, until, of course, their passion had spun out of control. That energy that fired up between them when they touched and kissed, had escalated into something powerful, something undeniable. The force of it carried them, pushed them onward, and inflamed them.

  Decker’s first instinct was to stop it, to slow things down again. He attempted to pull back, but her eyes widened as she met his gaze. He saw desire in those dark, swirling depths. Her fingers clutched his shoulders as he pulled back further, and those beautiful lips formed a single word, “No!”

  The disappointment that began to creep into her eyes sent him into a tailspin for a few seconds. He grasped for coherent thought.

  It came to him. He realized that she needed this, that she needed him. He threw his code, his rules out the window then, because the simple truth was, he needed her also, just like he needed air to breathe. He felt it in every cell of his body. He needed this, to join with her, become one with her. Rules be damned.

  Confident that proceeding was the right thing to do, he began a more thorough exploration of her body, boldly caressing places he’d declared off limits to himself before.

  “I want to make love to you,” he whispered hoarsely as he lifted his head and gazed down at her. The scant light of the alarm clock was the only light in the room.

  “Please. Yes, please.” She reached for him, arched up, and pressed her body against his.

  He sank into another kiss, situated himself between her legs, his intention now set on total seduction.

  He threw his arm back and the covers left them.

  With the shutters closed, the room was very dark. He needed to see her - all of her. He wanted to watch her face as he pleasured her. He wanted, no needed, to see her through every single second of their joining. He reached for the remote on the table by the bed and pressed a button. A soft light came on somewhere in the bathroom. The light filtered into the bedroom in a soft, diffused stream. It was enough. He could see her. She could see him.

  He rose up on his knees. His fingers curled into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and he tugged, then slid them over her hips, down those long, gorgeous legs and tossed them to the floor, pausing to kiss the inside of each thigh, the soft skin just above that golden triangle, his tongue dipped into her navel. His fingers slid up to the hem of her baby blue tee.

  He pushed the soft cotton up and over her breasts, the roughness of his palm trailing over her skin as the cotton moved up and over those luscious mounds.

  Damn she was beautiful! Her breasts, full and round, with pert, pink nipples tempted him. He bent his head, and tasted each one, then impatiently pulled the cotton over her head and sent it to the floor.

  His large hands plumped and explored those firm breasts, while he tasted and teased her hardened nipples. She arched beneath him, emitting soft moans as she turned her head from side to side. He continued exploring, tasting, teasing her with his lips, and hands. When his teeth grazed those hardened little buds, one, then the other, she arched then bucked beneath him.

  He drew off his own t-shirt, tossed it away, and sought the softness of her mouth again. He kissed her deeply, exploring and probing the depths of her mouth thoroughly, hungrily. Passionately. He liked the feel of her hands on his bare chest, his shoulders, and back. He really liked them on his ass.

  His erection was hard and rigid. The friction caused from rocking into her with only the cotton of his sleep pants between them felt great, but he wanted more. He wanted them skin to skin. He needed to get deep inside her soft, wet, warmth and imbed himself there.

  His hand moved lower, across her ribs, his fingers skimming over those tight abs and flat tummy to the place he most wanted to explore. He caressed the bud that he knew would bring her pleasure, dipping a finger, then two, into the heat of her wet center as he did. He nearly groaned aloud. She was so damn wet already.

  That lithe, gorgeous body moved and writhed beneath him as he intensified her pleasure.

  Her fingers moved downward, first one hand, then the other. Those fingers curled into the waistband of his flannel pants.

  “Off. I want them off,” her command came out in a silky whisper just before his fingers delved deeper inside her.

  She had been so close before. Now his fingers moved, stroked, and caressed her inside until he brought her to a powerful, heady release. She panted and moaned as it washed over her, through her, wave after delicious wave.

  When she came back to herself, he rose, removed his pants, and stood before her, gloriously naked. He was a fine specimen of muscled male. His erection, large, thick, and rigid, stood just as tall and proud as he was.

  He reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand. He removed a foil packet. Thank God, he’d thought to bring condoms! He almost hadn’t. He’d intended to adhere to his rules. It was an afterthought to bring them, just in case he caved. Which he had.

  She reached her arm out to him, and he joined her again. He nuzzled her neck, kissed and sucked her earlobe, then kissed her deeply while her hand explored the length of him. Her fingers glided up and down, stopping to explore the soft head then moving to stroke the silky, hard as steel length. Finally, her fingers dipped down, cupping his sacs. She caressed them.

  He groaned in pleasure. He couldn’t take any more. He had to be inside her.

  He lifted up, rolled on a condom, and then rose over her, settling his hips between her legs. He guided himself to her opening.

  He pushed in slowly, wanting to tease her. When Jade wrapped those long, gorgeous legs around him and he sunk home, slid in to the hilt, he shuddered from the exquisite pleasure it brought him. He groaned as that tight sheath clamped around him and she began to move beneath him. Drawing his hips back slowly, he groaned when white-hot pleasure, so intense, shot through his limbs threatening to undo him completely. His balls tightened.

  She was so warm and wet. So incredibly tight. He struggled not to lose it.

  He moved inside her, nice and slow at first. To tantalize her, tease her. The sound of her soft moans and pleased sighs spurred him on as he pushed deep and slowly retracted, then slid back in. He increased the pace.

  Her obvious enjoyment and the purposeful tilt of her hips to meet and take him deeper with each thrust heightened their give and take. Things moved faster. He thrust harder, deeper. And things moved to a whole new level. Hot, hard and fast.

  He’d never lost his control before – ever. He had always mastered control in bed. He liked to be in charge, and he liked the first time with a woman to be soft, sweet, and romantic.

  There was nothing soft and sweet about this. This had become a storm of passion, an inferno of heat, delight, and pure ecstasy.

  By the time they both neared the precipice, he was literally pounding into her. They were both ready to come apart and were out of their minds from the intense pleasure they gave to one another.

  When release came it overwhelmed them both, took them high, higher still, to places neither one had soared before. She cried out at the height of it.

  Decker threw his head back and groaned savagely, his muscles tense as he plunged deep one last time, then joined her in the blaze of white, hot ecstasy. He clung to her. She was his anchor as he fell.

  Replete and exhausted, he realized he was sprawled over her. There was no sound save their hearts beating, and the mingling of their erratic breathing.

  It seemed an eternity before he could lift his head. He worried that he might have hurt her, their union had been so…well, physical. So fast, hard and just mind-blowing incredible.

  When he lifted his head to look at her, she smiled up at him while she slid her arms around his neck.

  “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you did I? I didn’t plan for things to get so out of control. Normally I like the first time to be more romantic-”

  “Shh.” Jade placed her finger on his lips. “I’m fine. More than fine. I’m wonderful. Never. Been. Better.
” She gave him a big smile.

  He grinned and slipped his tongue out to curl around her finger. “I’ve never felt this fine, babe. That was amazing.” He dipped his head to kiss her again.

  It was a long, languorous kiss. Grinning as he lifted his head, he rolled beside her. After taking care of the condom, he gathered her into his arms.

  “Mmm,” she sighed as she snuggled up to him.

  “I agree,” he whispered, eyes closed. He tightened his arms around her, buried his face in her hair, and fell asleep.

  When they woke at six-thirty, Decker was able to keep a tight rein on his control. This time his intent was romance, he loved her slowly, gently, and brought them to the heights of pleasure again.

  Sated, warmed by the glow of lovemaking, they reluctantly rose when the alarm sounded. Decker pulled her into the shower with him. That proved to be another pleasurable distraction. The mirror was fogged over from the steam when they finally stepped out. Both of them were all smiles as they dressed in their workout clothes. Hand in hand, they headed toward the gym room.

  Chapter Fifteen

  There were two treadmills. They started there together. Jade left Decker on the weight bench. She marveled to herself how well built he was. She would never grow tired of those broad shoulders, muscles, his gorgeous abs, and that nice, tight butt. Smiling to herself, she ventured into his mother’s space and picked the hand weights she wanted and began her workout to keep her arms and shoulders toned. She moved on to her own routine, a combination of Pilates and yoga for her legs, back and her core.

  She was doing crunches on a yoga mat when Decker came in. She gave him a brilliant smile that made his heart pump a little faster. She looked happier, more relaxed, and just more like Jade this morning. His woman, Jade.

  He helped her up, couldn’t resist swatting her fine backside as she turned to put the yoga mat away.

  She laughed, came to him, and went up on her toes. She pressed her lips against his, teased him with her tongue. He opened to her. She took the time to tease and tantalize him. He reciprocated, kissing her passionately, his large hands covering her firm buttocks as he pressed her tightly against him.

  Jade just did it for him. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Their sex, even their kissing, was…incredible. The energy between them was strong and powerful, like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Most important to him, Jade was strong, intelligent, confident, driven, honest and kind all the way down to her soul. She was a good person. And a passionate woman. He told himself he shouldn’t be thinking about making love to her again, but he was.

  Stiff and getting horny now just thinking about making love with her, he slid his hands under her tank, and along her tight little capris, past that trim waist to glide over her silky skin.

  His intention was to slide his hands further up her shirt, seek out those firm, beautiful breasts, the same ones he had spent a great deal of time worshipping a couple of hours before. He could lock the door, free those gorgeous breasts from her sports bra, remove the tank along with those form-fitting yoga pants. There were a whole lot of possibilities in this room from that point. Mirrors, the hand bar mounted to the wall, even a stability ball. It didn’t really matter as long as he could plunge into her hot, wet, heat and they could re-create their fiery magic together. Oh yeah. He rocked against her, liking the soft little moans she breathed against his ear.

  His hand was molding and caressing her breast through her bra when an obvious clearing of a male voice from the doorway brought them back to reality.

  “Good Morning!” Brody stood there wearing a big grin as Decker turned.

  “Morning.” Decker glared and lifted an irritated brow at his highly amused brother. Damn, he should have closed and locked the door.

  “Good morning, Brody.” Jade smiled brightly at him. Her arms were still around Decker’s waist. She gave him a quick squeeze.

  Decker slid his hands from her boobs and out from under her shirt.

  “Well, while you two slept in, and worked out and…stuff, we found the notebook in the safe room,” he said nonchalantly as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his sweat jacket. “It was on the very top bunk in the big bedroom. The same one we used to fight over when we were kids. It was under the bedcover, beneath the pillow. No one would have ever thought to climb up three bunks high.”

  “Except one of us.” Decker nodded somberly. “And that particular bunk.”

  “Yeah.” Brody’s expression grew solemn.

  “Oh my God, you found it. That’s wonderful!” Jade released her hold on Decker and looked up at him with a huge smile lighting her face.

  He returned her smile. Her expression was one of relief. To tell the truth, he was highly relieved. Now they might learn more about how to end Ciaran O’Sullivan.

  “And Liam heard back from cousin Niall, he set up a Skype with him for eleven thirty our time today. Liam and the girls have offered to make breakfast, since you were, um, occupied. You two hungry?”

  “Yes! I’m starving. I’m so glad I got a workout in. You guys feed us too well. I’m getting used to having three full meals a day.” She grinned up at Decker.

  “Tell me about it. I eat at Decker’s house whenever I can. My brothers eat ridiculously well.” Brody grinned.

  “Yeah, and so do you because you’re always there,” Decker pointed out.

  “True!” Brody laughed.

  Jade picked up her light zip jacket that matched her yoga pants and shrugged into it as they left the fitness room. Decker took her hand as they entered the wide hallway where they met up with Harper.

  “I’m going to bring out some more things we brought along from the shop so we can add an extra layer of protection to the house after breakfast,” Harper explained.

  “I’ll help you,” Jade offered. She gave Decker a smile as she let go of his fingers and followed Harper into her room.

  “It appears things between you and Jade are progressing well,” Brody mentioned casually.

  Decker grinned. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. Things are going great. I’m crazy about her, more than that, actually.”

  Brody gave him a wide smile. “Good. It shows, on both of you. It’s time you thought about yourself, Deck. It’s time you were happy, really happy. I know she’s your one, the one Mom and Dad told us about, but I’m guessing maybe she could be the one, the big one, you know, love of your life kind of thing.”

  “Yeah, Maybe. Right now, I’m crazy about her, and I’m very happy. Jade and I just need more time, you know, to date and find out about each other. Because I believe she could be the one for me, I am even more determined to get rid of Ciaran O’Sullivan, for good, so we can take the time we need to explore what is between us. Either way, I want us all to live happy lives, without the threat of that guy hanging over us.”

  “I think you’re past dating. It looks like you broke your own rules, it sure seems like you two are, um, you know-”

  Decker’s glare stopped Brody mid-sentence. “We still need time to really get to know one another. And what else we do is none of your business.”

  “Yeah, okay.” Brody raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, man. I’m just saying that since it appears you’ve thrown Decker’s Old-Fashioned Rules of Dating out the window, that maybe it’s because she is the love of your life, the one for you.” Brody shrugged. He watched his brother for a moment then ran a hand through his hair. “Hey do you think that, um…oh hell. Never mind.”

  “What? Out with it, Brody.” Decker could tell something was bothering his youngest brother.

  “Well, Jade, your one, is here, apparently. Mom and Dad always told us your one would come first and ours would come soon after that. They, the ones for Liam and me, are not here. Then there was that brief glimpse of someone who looked like Harper in that meditation. I mean, Harp and I, we don’t get along that way.”

  “I don’t know, Brody.” Decker shrugged. “I had no idea Jade was my one the day I met
her. Give it more time. Maybe things will happen as we go forward. Maybe your one will show up, or you’ll at least figure out who it is. Whether or not the other two show up, we have to get rid of this guy before he hurts one of us.”

  “Yeah, you’re right, bro. Oh; by the way, I wanted to give you a heads up. Liam and I watched the security tapes this morning. We didn’t see Ciaran. We didn’t have a Kirlian camera pointed anywhere near your bedroom window, so we saw nothing there. You need to know that Lauren must be at her parents’ place. We have footage of her driving and walking by the gates several times yesterday afternoon and early evening. It’s been a long time since your psycho ex put in an appearance, but something tells me she will. She was checking out the gates and grounds in every piece of footage, like she was hoping to catch sight of you. We put the video on slow motion and blew it up. I bet money she saw our vehicles go by yesterday on the way in. Looks like you’re on her radar again.”

  Decker groaned. “Damn, I hope not. I don’t want to deal with that b-, her.”

  “With who?” Jade asked as she and Harper caught up to them. They both held White Magic bags in their hands.

  “My ex-girlfriend. Lauren’s parents own the house across the road and down a ways. Apparently, she’s up here this weekend. Brody said he and Liam spotted her driving by several times yesterday on the footage from the gate cam. She was checking the place out. She must have seen us drive by on our way in.”

  “From your frown, I take it this is a bad thing,” Jade commented as she allowed Decker to take one of the bags from her.

  “Only if she’s in psycho mode,” Brody interjected. He added, “Which she generally is, so.” He shrugged.