Spring Rain

by Jaci Burton

  He leaned back and watched the cream pour down the crack of her ass, his cock so damn hard and his balls so filled to bursting that he wasn’t sure he could make it another minute before he came.

  But he would. Oh hell yeah, he’d make it that long, because he wanted to totally possess her in every possible way. And seeing the river of cream coat the small puckered hole between her ass cheeks made his cock lurch hard against his belly.

  He stood and leaned over the bed, pressing a kiss to her mouth. When she licked her own cream from his lips he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. But would she give him everything he desired? “You remember what I told you earlier?”

  She frowned. “What was that?”

  “About how I wanted to take you in every hole, in every way imaginable.”

  “Oh that. Yes, I remember.”

  Her eyes lit up with excitement.

  When he pushed forward, his cock teasing her anus, her eyes widened, but not in fear. Arousal turned them a molten gold, the green flecks sparkling like emeralds in her eyes. She planted her feet on the mattress and gave her assent by spreading her legs wide, allowing his cock head to rub against her ass.

  He could have come right then, shooting all over her sweet asshole. Instead, he reached between them, sliding his fingers through her cream and drawing it downward to coat her anus. Palming his cock, he positioned it at the entrance to her tiny hole and pushed gently against her, just enough to breach the outer barrier.

  “Oh, God, Brett, that feels so good,” she whispered, sliding one hand down her belly to cup her sex.

  The sight of her fingers teasing her clit was a sweet, torturous pain in his balls. He surged forward again, pushing his cock head against the muscled barrier, keeping his gaze focused on her fingers teasing her pussy lips.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he said, his body taut as he held back the need to drive hard inside her ass and bury himself deep. “Touch yourself for me, cher.”

  Glistening moisture flowed from her pussy and coated his cock head, allowing just the right amount of lubrication to ease past the rigid muscle at her anal entrance. His balls tightened when her passage gripped him and pulled him deeper. He fought for control, firming his resolve to hold back when instinct told him to ram hard, ram fast, and spurt a load of cum inside her ass.

  Kaitlyn shuddered and reached for his arms, digging her nails into his skin. He stopped, afraid he was hurting her. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” she whispered, her voice gravelly soft. “Please, more.”

  Now it was his turn to shudder at her husky plea. He pushed, gently, inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her ass. He paused and closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her vise-like grip around his shaft. God, she was tight. He stilled, waiting for her body to grow accustomed to his thick invasion. When she released his arms and slipped her hand between her legs to draw lazy circles around her clit, he moved again, this time drawing out partially and sliding back in, letting her set the rhythm and the amount of force he used.

  “Have you ever let a man do this to you?” he asked.

  She shook her head, her eyes glazed with passion. “Never.”

  Being this intimate with her was more than he could have ever imagined. That she’d never allowed a man to penetrate her here made her gift to him so much more meaningful.

  If only he had something to give her in return. But he didn’t. Only this one night of passion, this one night where he intended to please her and give them both memories to last a lifetime.

  “Play with your nipples, Kait.”

  She smiled and moved one hand over her breast, using her thumb to strum one nipple back and forth. It peaked and pointed straight up, too delectable to resist.

  Bracing his palms on either side of her, he leaned forward and captured the crest in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud before closing his lips over it to suckle. Her harsh intake of breath and the quickening movements of her hand between them as she caressed her clit signaled her intensifying pleasure.

  A low rumble began, the bed quaking around them. Brett cast his gaze out the window and saw that the storm was long gone. Stars were visible in the night sky.

  This storm came from Kaitlyn and he reveled in its amazing power. With every stroke of his cock in her snug passage, the thunder growled, lightning shot across the room, and a stiff breeze gusted, cooling their heated, perspiring flesh.

  Her anus constricted around him, waves of gripping pleasure making his balls knot up against his body, readying for release. Brett leaned back and powered inside her. She whimpered and pressed the heel of her hand against her clit and plunged two fingers into her cunt to fuck herself. The smell of sex permeated the air around them, filling the room with a musky scent that made his balls quiver in response. The slick sounds she made as she fucked her pussy with her fingers were the most erotic noise he’d ever heard. For this one moment, she was his. Totally his, just as he’d imagined for the past ten years.

  “God, I can feel your fingers in there,” he groaned. It felt like another cock rode inside her pussy, pumping in time to his thrusts in her ass.

  Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted as she panted and moaned. She drove her fingers deep, arching her back and crying out as the waves of her orgasm penetrated through to her anus. Lightning-intense heat singed his skin. Along with the pulsing squeeze of her tightening ass it was more than he could bear. He erupted inside her, groaning a harsh curse as jets of hot cum sprayed from his cock. Kaitlyn shuddered in the throes of climax, her head tilted back to expose the slender column of her throat.

  He could paint her just like this, in the moment of orgasm when her face and breasts were flushed with desire, the hard points of her nipples jutting up, her lips parted as she gasped for air. He’d never seen a more erotic vision in his life. The memory would never leave him.

  All too soon the thunder dissipated, the lightning gone, too, leaving behind the sweet scent of wet wildflowers mixed with the smell of hot sex.

  When Kaitlyn opened her eyes and smiled up at him, he leaned in and captured her lips in a bittersweet kiss, aware it was getting late, and knowing he’d never get a repeat of tonight. He already missed her taste and the feel of his cock buried deep inside her. But he wasn’t ready to let go of her just yet.

  “How about a shower?” he suggested.

  She nodded and he withdrew, leading her into the bathroom. He pulled her into the shower, the warm, misty spray a welcome relief to his sweat-soaked skin. He washed every inch of her body, savoring the feel of her under his hands. She sighed and relaxed against him as he soaped her breasts, belly and pussy, his cock surprising him by hardening again.

  Kaitlyn tilted her head back and smiled at him, then quickly covered her mouth to stifle a yawn.

  He could take her all night long, again and again and again until he couldn’t get it up anymore. But she was exhausted and he knew it. So he rinsed her off, turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry her, then led her back to his bed and slipped under the covers with her. Wrapping his arms tightly around her as she nestled against his chest, he wondered if he’d ever been this content.

  Though he already knew the answer. No. From the time he’d met Amanda until the day she died, he’d been a drunk. Hell, he could only piece together half of their years together. The rest was nothing more than a thick fog of semi-memories. He was certain he’d missed a ton of great things.

  Stop this. Now isn’t the time to think of the past. Not when he held Kaitlyn in his arms for the first and last time.

  “Sleepy?” he asked.

  “Mmm, a little.” She snuggled closer and draped her leg over his crotch, nestling her breasts against his side. He kissed the top of her head and shut his eyes, grateful to have had at least this one night with her.

  Now he could paint her portrait while knowing every intimate detail about her, and maybe get through it without wanting to jump her again.

  Yeah, right. He
would forever crave being inside her again, and he was more than a little afraid that desire would never go away.

  Kaitlyn stared across the kitchen table at Brett, pondering his total turnaround in demeanor.

  Last night had been all heat and passion. He’d been attentive, loving, and had held her in his arms the entire night. By the time she fell asleep she was convinced their relationship had turned a corner and was headed in the right direction.

  But this morning everything had changed. Gone was the warm-blooded lover who’d given her multiple orgasms and the best sex of her life. In his place stood a surly, monosyllabic grouch who barely gave one-word answers to her questions.

  Maybe he just didn’t do mornings well.

  “Are you hungry? I could fix us something for breakfast.”

  “No.”

  Don’t bother to ask if I’m hungry. “Okay. Um, what are your plans for today?

  He looked up from his coffee cup and frowned. “Plans?”

  “Yeah. I thought maybe we could spend the day together.”

  “No.”

  All right, then. It was clear she wasn’t wanted here. She gripped the coffee cup like a vise, not wanting to immediately jump up from the table and run off, but his abrupt dismissal sure made it difficult.

  “I’m sorry. I’m preoccupied with a few business matters that’ll keep me busy today. I didn’t mean to come off sounding like such a prick.”

  That made her feel a little bit better. “Oh, it’s no problem. We can do it another time.”

  “No, Kaitlyn. We can’t.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He stood and poured himself another cup of coffee, then refilled hers. When he sat down, he took her hands in his. “I had a great time last night.”

  “Me too.” She knew there was a “but” coming and felt it stab her middle like the quick jab of a sharp blade. She wrapped her arms around her stomach as if covering it would prevent him from saying the words.

  “But, I’m not in the market for a relationship. I had one and it ended tragically.”

  There it was. And despite her instincts to protect herself, she’d felt every word with a burning pain that pierced her skin. Pushing back the hurt, she wanted to blurt out that not every woman he fell in love with would die so terribly, but held her tongue. Instead, she said, “You can’t let the past dictate your future, Brett.”

  He jammed his fingers through his hair. “It’s more than just what happened with Amanda. In fact, one doesn’t have anything to do with the other. I’m just not cut out to have a woman in my life.”

  “You seemed to enjoy having a woman in your life last night.” She sounded bitter, but dammit she felt bitter. This wasn’t fair!

  “I like sex. Hell, I loved the sex we had last night. It was the hottest fucking I’ve had in a very long time. But that’s all it could ever be. I’m sorry if you were looking for more than that.”

  Pain lanced her chest and she wanted to rub the spot that ached near her breast.

  She had no one to blame but herself for this. She’d asked for this by assuming that making love with him meant as much to him as it had meant to her. And she’d been the one who’d pushed for it. He had tried to talk her out of it.

  Maybe she should have listened.

  Okay, so he was only in the market for casual sex. If that was all she could get, she could live with it. Because she wasn’t buying for one second his spiel about just being in it for the physical aspect. That was his pain talking, and his fear of losing someone else he loved. She was patient and was willing to wait it out.

  “There’s nothing wrong with a little casual sex between two people who have great chemistry, Brett. I’m not…looking for a relationship, either.”

  Liar. She wanted forever with him.

  He arched a brow. “You’re not exactly the type of girl who fucks just for fun. I’ll bet you haven’t had more than a handful of lovers in your lifetime.”

  He hit that right on the mark. She shrugged. “I’m just not ready to settle down. I enjoy sex, and yeah, I am discriminating when it comes to choosing partners. But after last night, I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance now and then.”

  It cost her dearly to adopt such a carefree attitude when she was breaking inside. But she stood and put her cup in the sink, then approached him. He stared at her, frowning, as if he couldn’t quite believe what she’d said. Good. Let him stew on it for a while. She leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, winding her fingers down his naked chest to cup his balls and palm his already hardening cock. When she pulled back, his eyes had gone smoky dark.

  She grinned and said, “I gotta go. Let me know when you want to schedule another session for…painting.” With a wink she turned and left the kitchen, gathered her things and hurried out the door before she did something stupid, like burst into tears.

  Brett sat frozen, unable to move after Kaitlyn’s warm kiss and questing hands had him hard and shaking with the need to take her right on the table.

  Ah, hell. The idea of having casual sex with Kaitlyn made him feel like a prick. He’d take and she’d give and then what? He’d still want more, and he’d end up hating her and hurting her for forcing him to acknowledge his own desires.

  That he refused to do. He was never going to subject her to the darkness that hovered just inside him, threatening to return him to the days of alcohol oblivion.

  His alcoholism had caused the death of his wife. God, he’d been really drunk that night. And Amanda had called him on it, demanded that he seek help for his addiction. She’d even tried to take the keys away from him. But oh no, he was perfectly in control and didn’t need his wife to drive him home.

  Yeah, he was in control all right. He’d controlled the car right down that embankment and hit the tree head-on. And Amanda had suffered irreparable internal injuries that had taken her life, while he’d walked away with a concussion that he’d been too drunk to even feel and a broken leg. He’d deserved much more than that. He’d deserved to be the one to die, not Amanda. He’d deserved to go to prison, and probably would have if the hospital had done a blood alcohol on him. For some reason they never even checked. Of course he’d been stone cold sober by the time they pulled Amanda out of the wreckage. And it had been raining that night so the streets were slick. He told the police he’d lost control of the vehicle on a slippery curve and they’d bought it.

  The last words spoken with Amanda had been words of anger. Yeah, he remembered that part all too clearly. “You’re going to kill us both, Brett,” she’d said, right before he’d lost it.

  Closing his eyes and forcing back the gut-wrenching memories, he wished for the millionth time that he’d never touched that first can of beer. Hell, he wished a lot of things. Blamed everyone else for what had been his problem all along.

  But he couldn’t go back, and he couldn’t change what he’d done.

  And no matter how long he’d been sober, he’d never take the chance that he could harm someone he cared about.

  He’d never hurt someone he loved like he’d hurt Amanda. And despite the fact he hadn’t touched alcohol since that black day six years ago, he knew the temptation that lived inside him, knew at any moment he could reach for a bottle and take one giant step back into the days of hell.

  If and when that ever happened, he’d make sure he was the only one stepping into that void. Kaitlyn would not be accompanying him on the journey. He’d just have to work harder to push her away.

  The sound of the phone ringing jerked him out of his self-torment.

  “Hello?”

  “Brett McGregor, are you avoiding me?”

  Oh, God. Kaitlyn’s mother, Angelina. “Now how could I avoid the most beautiful woman in Louisiana?”

  “Quit sweet-talking me, you scoundrel. You’re as bad as Aidan and I’m immune to the both of you. We haven’t seen you around here in months. It’s Sunday and we’re having the entire family over for dinner. Get your butt over here at fi
ve o’clock.”

  Shit! The last thing he needed to do was see Kaitlyn again. Not until he could put his mind around what he had to do to keep her at a distance. But one never turned down a request from Angelina Storm. She was the closest thing to a real parent that he’d ever had, and she was right. He’d been so immersed in his work that several months had gone by and he hadn’t seen the rest of the family. Turning her down would only make her more determined. In fact, he wouldn’t put it past her to drag dinner and her entire family to his doorstep. “Yes, ma’am. Five o’clock it is.”

  “Excellent! I’ll see you then.”

  He hung up and wondered at the sudden invitation. Knowing the Storms and their incredible magic, he wouldn’t put it past Angelina to know that something was going on between him and Kaitlyn. He groaned at the thought of a family inquisition, and decided he’d better be mentally ready to handle a barrage of questions.

  This wasn’t going to be a fun night.

  “You invited Brett for dinner?”

  Kaitlyn cast wide eyes toward her mother, who blinked back at her with an innocent look that Kait wasn’t buying.

  “Yes I invited Brett for dinner. Any reason not to?”

  Yeah, about a hundred, the least of which was the oh-so sweet soreness that still lingered between her legs. She’d barely gotten out of his house with her dignity intact this morning. Add last night’s sexcapades into the mix and this was going to be one uncomfortable evening.

  She thought she’d have at least a day or two before she’d have to face him again, so she could figure out her battle plan.

  Right now she had no plan, other than hoping like hell her family didn’t find out what was going on between them. The last thing she needed was them sticking their noses into her business.

  Oh, God, this was not good!