Alek was standing now, and close enough for Trish to reach back and smack his thigh. “I didn’t mean to imply that you’re his mistress,” he hastily added.
Since Trish was done eating, she decided to put an end to the ongoing family discussion about her friendship with Nathaniel. “Let’s go before you say something really stupid,” she said.
Caitlin snorted. “That girl is definitely getting an attitude.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Alek had a hard time not laughing at Trish as she sat nervously on Bella’s back. The horse was the gentlest horse Alek had ever seen, and he was sure this was the horse Nathaniel usually put Trish on. Still, Trish looked like it was her first time on a horse’s back.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Just dandy,” she said with a strained smile. “I really wish there were shorter horses.”
“Bella’s not that tall,” he said. Okay, she was fairly tall, as were the rest of Nathaniel’s horses, because a man Nathaniel’s size didn’t have short horses. Still, Bella was at least two hands shorter than any of the others.
“Horses aren’t my thing,” Trish admitted. “Even as a child, I had no desire to have a pony.”
“You’re doing fine,” Alek assured her as he guided his horse in front of Bella and set the pace for their ride. Surprisingly, Bella took a nip at Moe as they passed.
“Bella doesn’t normally bite the other horses,” Alek said thoughtfully.
“She does when I ride her,” Trish explained. “She also bites people when I ride her.”
“Has she ever bitten you?” he asked.
“No,” Trish admitted. “She’s never even tried to bite me.”
“I think she likes you,” Alek said. “It’s obvious she doesn’t want anyone near you.”
Trish snorted. “Yeah, that must be it,” she said doubtfully.
Walking along the trail was much nicer than the fast-paced lessons Nathaniel normally put her through. Trish was still tense because she kept seeing images of barns and a field full of grazing cattle. Of course, this was much better than seeing people die. Seeing what things had been like before Nathaniel had built his home on this property was actually kind of cool. For her part, Bella followed along without many problems, until Alek turned Moe around and Bella decided to try to bite the gelding again.
“Are you doing okay?” Alek asked. “You’ve been awfully quiet. I’m such an ass that I didn’t even consider that you might see the past while we’re out here.”
“It’s not as scary as it was at first,” Trish admitted. “I’ve always been fascinated with the past, and now I can see it through my own eyes.”
“Once you figure out how to control it more, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” he said.
“I didn’t tell you what I saw when I died, did I?” she asked.
“No,” Alek said, feeling uncomfortable discussing Trish’s death.
“I thought I saw my father, and he said he took something of mine,” she explained, clearly avoiding his gaze. “Do you think I really died and saw my father? Do you think he passed this psychic thing on to me?”
Alek thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. What do you think?”
“I’ve been thinking about it, and I think my brain just kind of reset when I died. Suddenly, I have these vague memories of doing things like this when I was really young, but the shrinks helped me realize it was just my imagination.”
“That explanation makes the most sense,” he said. “We’ll probably never know why it happened. You seem to be coming to terms with all of this.”
“It’s not like I have much choice in the matter,” she said. “Changing all of this would be like trying to change the fact that I’m short.”
“You wear those shoes with the high heels a lot,” he pointed out.
“So, maybe I haven’t come to terms with the fact that I’m short,” she said. “That might be a bad example.”
“Are you enjoying the ride?” he asked.
“Honestly?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Alright, we’ll turn around. I’m getting the impression riding isn’t your thing.”
“It’s not,” she admitted. “I can think of another type of riding I’d enjoy much more.”
Alek turned and pulled his horse up alongside hers. His eyes darkened as he stared at her. “We should head back now so you’re not too sore for a long hard ride.”
That’s when Bella tried to kick Moe. Moe jerked to the side and then reared up to get out of her way. It was impressive that Alek stayed in the saddle.
After he finally got Moe back under control, Alek nodded at Trish. “Perhaps we should avoid riding in the future— riding horses that is. I can think of another type of riding we’d both enjoy much more,” he amended with a sexy wink.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Alek was sure he’d lose it if one of his nephews added to the time it took to get Trish upstairs and naked. Honestly, he didn’t care if he got her upstairs, but Trish seemed determined to make it to his room. With any luck, he’d corrupt her a little more, and she’d stop insisting on making it to his room before letting him get her naked. She was proving to be delightfully corruptible.
Taking a less used back entrance to the house, Alek hoped to avoid running into anyone. He was sure he’d make it up the stairs without anyone stopping them. Then Trish grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stop.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“Kiss me,” she said, sounding frantic and needy.
Alek had never been one to deny a lady in need, so he pressed her body against the wall and claimed her mouth. He gripped her hips as he bent his knees to move against her body, wondering if he’d end up embarrassing himself like some inexperienced teen. If they kept going, he sure as hell wasn’t making it up the stairs.
Trish moaned as his tongue stroked hers, and then her hands came up to grip his hair, tugging him closer. Her sexy hips were rocking against him, making his dick strain against the tight fabric of his jeans. Every instinct he had was telling him to strip Trish out of her pants and fuck her against the wall. Alek tore his mouth from hers in a desperate attempt to get his mind to function properly. His ragged breaths against her neck must have excited Trish more because she shuddered in his arms.
“Is there a room with a lock close to here?” she asked as she reached between their bodies to grip his erection. “On second thought, forget the lock. I’ll be fine with a door we can close.”
Alek wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. Grabbing Trish’s hand, he dragged her toward the nearest sitting room, not at all sure why this house had so many sitting rooms, but thankful for this one with the comfortable looking sofa in the middle.
As soon as Alek kicked the door closed, he pulled Trish against him and kissed her again. This time, he held nothing back, glad he no longer had to make it to his room.
“I want you so fucking much,” he said against her mouth. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?”
Trish nodded and licked her lips.
“First, I am going get you out of this shirt,” he said as he pulled the fabric from her jeans and slipped it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but a teal bra with lace along the top edge. “I can’t wait to see the panties that go with this bra,” he said as he ran a finger along one of her erect nipples. “But before I do that, I am going to enjoy your gorgeous breasts.”
Reaching around her back, Alek undid the clasp on Trish’s bra and slid the straps down her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. Then he leaned forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth and stroke it with his tongue before suckling it. Trish began to rock her hips, looking for relief, so Alek put the pad of his hand between her legs in the place he knew she wanted it most. Sure enough, Trish groaned and moved her hips against his hand as he continued to savor her breasts.
Alek wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait to get inside of her, but he was det
ermined to make Trish lose control before he gave in to his own lust. “That’s it, honey,” he said as she rocked faster against his hand. He knew her orgasm was close. “Take what you need from me.”
“I need more,” Trish pleaded.
“What do you need?” he asked. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Your mouth,” she panted out. “I need your mouth on me. I need your tongue between my legs.”
Alek was so turned on at that moment that his movements became almost clumsy. The button flew off of Trish’s jeans in his attempt to get them off quickly, and it was a miracle the zipper wasn’t destroyed. Then he remembered her shoes.
“Fuck,” he hissed and lifted her off the floor to settle her on the sofa. Hastily, he removed her shoes, and then stood her up again to strip off the jeans and panties. “Sit on the edge of the sofa,” he ordered before kicking out of his shoes and stripping off his own jeans.
Kneeling between her legs, Alek leaned forward to run his tongue along her opening. She was already hot and wet. Resisting the temptation to fuck her was not easy, but she’d asked for his mouth, and he had every intention of giving her what she wanted.
“That feels so good,” she crooned as his tongue stroked her clit. “More please,” she begged.
Alek continued to stroke her with his tongue as her head dropped back and her eyes drifted closed. Trish looked completely lost in the sensations he was creating in her body, and that was exactly the way he wanted her. When he slid two fingers inside of her, Alek groaned at the way she clenched them so tightly he could barely move them to stroke her.
Soon, Trish’s moans grew more desperate, and her eyes opened so she could watch him pleasure her with his mouth. He knew she was close, but Trish watching him fuck her with his mouth was by far the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to watch her longer, so he slowed his pace, allowing her to move away from the edge of ecstasy. When her eyes began to drift shut again, he stopped.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a raspy voice. “I want you watching everything I do to you.”
Trish’s eyes opened, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was even more turned on than she’d been a moment ago. That’s when he lost what little control he had left. His mouth was ravenous as he sucked and licked. His fingers mimicked what he planned to do with his cock. All the while, Trish watched him, making the hottest sounds he’d ever heard.
Finally, her body began to tighten again, and this time, he couldn’t hold back. Trish bucked against his mouth as she came violently. Her spasms pulsed around his fingers while she cried out his name over and over again.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
It took Trish a moment to get her brain functioning again. Looking down at Alek kneeling between her legs with his fingers still inside of her, she supposed she should be a little embarrassed at how completely she’d let go. Instead, she was pretty damn proud of herself.
Alek, on the other hand, looked almost like he was in pain. “I don’t have a condom.” He stood, taking several labored breaths, and Trish had to fight the urge to giggle at the distressed expression on his face. The poor man looked like he had no idea what to do.
Trish sat up and gave him a sexy smile. “You poor thing,” she crooned.
“Don’t mock me, woman,” he said, looking down at his boxers. “This is not going to fit back into my jeans for the trip upstairs.”
“I think I can help you with that,” she assured him, dropping to her knees in front of him.
He caught her hair, turning her head up so she was looking into his eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” she said, sliding his boxers down his legs. Her tongue made a tortuously slow journey from his base to his tip before she looked up at him. “I want to taste you.”
The only sound that came from Alek’s mouth was a groan, which Trish took to mean he liked the idea. This was an area she didn’t have much experience in, so she relied on instinct. First, she explored the contours of his penis with her tongue, noting how he groaned louder when she stroked the underside of his tip. When she took his penis into her mouth, Alek’s fists clenched at his sides.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your mouth is incredible.”
That was all the encouragement she needed. Trish took as much of him into her mouth as she could while gripping the base with her hand. She stroked with her hand as she moved him in and out of her mouth, and then she changed up and stroked the underside of his tip with her tongue since he really seemed to like that.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” he said on a groan, his fingers threading through her hair to pull her head back until she met his gaze.
“I want to know what you taste like when you finish in my mouth,” she said, feeling shy all of a sudden.
Alek’s eyes darkened, and he guided her mouth back onto him.
Trish stroked her tongue up and down his shaft as Alek’s fingers gripped her hair. It wasn’t long until she felt him swell in her mouth, and then he found his release. Trish loved the salty taste of him, and loved the fact that she’d been able to make Alek lose control so completely.
She looked up at him, and he cupped her face tenderly. “You truly amaze me,” he said with a level of wonder she’d never heard in his voice.
She wanted to say more, but the voices in the hallway made her jump to her feet and scramble for her clothes.
Alek hurried to the door and used his weight to hold it closed. That was a good thing because the knob turned. “This room is in use,” Alek said.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Justin grumbled from the other side of the door. “Doesn’t anyone in this family know how to use their own bedroom?”
That was funny coming from Justin, since he didn’t always make it back to his room with Caitlin. He was the strangest mix of uptight and perverted she’d ever met.
“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” Alek said.
“Fine,” Justin said with a huff. “There are people here to redecorate this part of the house, but I’ll have them start with one of the other rooms.”
Trish knew her cheeks were turning bright red.
“Sorry,” Alek mumbled. “I shouldn’t have pushed you to fool around in an unlocked room.”
Trish giggled. “Don’t apologize. I might be a little embarrassed, but that was exciting.”
Alek moved toward her, still naked. “You really are fun to corrupt,” he said.
Trish just grinned because she was really enjoying being corrupted.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
While Trish hadn’t been sure about Willow when they’d first met, they got along pretty well, and she was glad Willow had decided to stop by for a visit today. At the moment, Willow was responding to an urgent email regarding business at the women’s center she helped run. With Tempest out on leave, there was a lot more to do. Willow admitted that she hadn’t realized how much work Tempest was doing, and they were now planning to hire another person to pick up some of that workload.
While Trish waited, she checked her email, which didn’t take long. She wasn’t one to follow the news, even knowing she should, because it always depressed her. Today was one of those days she decided she’d force herself to at least read the local headlines when one caught her attention. After scanning it twice, she looked over at Willow, who was just now storing her laptop in its bag.
“Can I ask you a question about the girl you talked to here a few days ago?” Trish asked.
“The dead one?” Willow asked.
Trish wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to the way Willow casually said things like that. It made sense, since Willow had been seeing things like this her entire life, but Trish still wasn’t used to the weird stuff. “Yeah, that one.”
Willow shrugged. “As long as we can go into the kitchen and play with the espresso machine.”
“Did you just come over here so you could play with the espresso machine?” Trish asked suspiciously.
“No, but it makes me want to visit you more while you’re staying here,” Willow said with a wink, which looked crazy behind her huge glasses. “Do you think anyone would notice if I stole it?”
They’d just walked into the kitchen, so Trish eyed the enormous contraption. “I’m not sure you can move it, so I don’t see how you’d steal it.”
“I can move it if you help me,” Willow said, which made Trish laugh.
“You want me to help you steal the coffee maker? Why not just ask Tempest to move it out of here with her mind?” Trish had seen Tempest move stuff with a thought but still found it hard to believe.
“I already asked her,” Willow admitted as she selected her coffee.
“I take it she refused to help with your larcenous endeavors?” Trish asked.
Willow looked over her shoulder. “Yes! Can you believe she won’t even help her own cousin get some good coffee?”
“In her defense, you are asking her to steal from her other family members,” Trish said reasonably.
“They barely use it,” Willow said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Isaiah said he’s the only one using it most of the time, and he doesn’t even live here. I guess I could always buy my own,” she said. “This one is just so pretty, and I can’t find one like it anywhere.”
“Speaking of Isaiah, that’s why I wanted to talk to you about the girl you talked to,” Trish said in an attempt to get the conversation back on track.
“What about her?”
Isaiah’s softly spoken question nearly made Trish jump out of her skin. With a hand over her heart, she spun to face him. “Jeez, Isaiah! Didn’t we just talk about you sneaking up on people?”
“Sorry,” he said, but this time he looked less embarrassed and more amused. “I was walking by and overheard your conversation.”
“Which part?” Willow asked, looking a little guilty.
Isaiah’s lips twitched. “I’ll load the espresso machine into your car before you leave,” he assured her.
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