Keeping Wicked (The Mitchell Brothers Book 3)

by Kathryn L. James

  Arching my back, his husky voice and his hand pumping himself hard drove me wilder and aching to release with him watching.

  “Mmmmm, do you like what you see? Does it make you want to be buried deep inside me… to feel how wet I am for you?” I taunted drawing my glistening wet fingers out slowly and then making seductive pleasuring circles over the swollen bundle screaming for release.

  He cursed softly, his eyes filled with darkened primal need watching my every move. Drenched in lust, the needy ache between my legs only heightened while watching his hand slide up and down his length.

  “Come here,” he commanded.

  Relishing in the control I had over him, I stayed in place and boldly eased two fingers deep inside my crevice to toy with him only more. A guttural moan escaped his lips and his hand continued to move up and down his shaft while I felt high on the power, I held watching him struggle with control.

  Closing my eyes, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and climbing toward the brink of bliss. Then his strong hands grasped onto my hips and pressed me hard against the wall. His steely impatient gaze latched onto mine before slamming his mouth against my lips. Our tongues tangled together in a savage kiss.

  Heat rolling off him, his hands roughly, in an almost predatory way, found my hair, twisting the strands in his fist and yanking my head back. I whimpered and a frenzied need assaulted my senses. I couldn’t begin to absorb how much I wanted him.

  “I’m not going to come in my hand… not when you’re standing right in front of me with the sweetest body begging to be fucked.” His hardness pressed against my stomach and he ground roughly into my flesh.

  “God, I want you,” I panted.

  His dark cocky smile sent an unbearable throb between my legs. He was right and I wanted it hard, writhing under his hands.

  “You want me to fuck you, Leah?” He grasped my hips, backing me to the bed.

  “Yes!”

  In a flash he had me on my back on top of the soft luscious mattress and he didn’t give me time to take a breath before climbing between my legs and filling me with his fingers.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he hissed.

  He shifted and swiped the head of his shaft through my crevice before plunging himself deep inside me. I cried out in pleasure and arched upward and wrapped my legs around him wanting all he had to give.

  We were wild—animalistic.

  “Look at me,” he hissed as he thrust in hard.

  Unrelenting, he slammed in and out and I began to cry out his name over and over with pleasure sweeping through me until I shattered. Beneath my hands, his shoulders trembled, and his back shuddered as he slowed his movement to a stop.

  “Fuck,” he whispered burying his face in my neck still inside me.

  At first, I thought I’d imagined the trepidation in his voice, but when he rolled to his side, the solemn expression he wore spoke volumes. It felt as though he’d knocked the breath out of me while I waited for what I knew wasn’t going to be good—but didn’t understand since it was going in the books as the best sex ever.

  “What’s wrong?” I searched his face.

  “Are you hurt?” he asked in a regretful tone.

  Am I hurt?

  Realization struck me like a slap to the face and I grasped his cheeks making him look at me.

  “Every single time you’ve made me come, I’ve seen stars. Tonight, was no different, except it was so good I was able to touch them… so the answer to your question is no.”

  “I could have hurt you.”

  “You would never hurt me.”

  He drew his hand to my face and stroked my jaw with his thumb. “If you only knew the things, I wanted to do to you.”

  I pushed him over onto his back and I climbed on top and straddled his hips. Seductively I ground into him and rocked the juncture of my thighs to slide him through my soaked crevice. One touch and he came to life, hardening between my slippery folds.

  “Show me,” I purred.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

  “I’m not asking. I want you in every way.”

  In a flash, he rolled me over to my hands and knees and moved in behind me. “Face the mirror on the dresser. Watch everything.”

  I clenched the sheets in my fists, and the blood rushing through my veins felt like an inferno. His hand squeezed my butt cheek while the other ran up the length of my spine. Then he trailed his fingers back to my backside before delving into the wetness.

  The image of him fucking me with his fingers while the other cupped my breast hard was almost too much. I closed my eyes but earned a playful slap on my rounded cheek high in the air.

  “Don’t close your eyes.”

  I followed his command watching him fondling my body in the mirror. Dipping one finger inside me, hitting my G-spot and then adding another in a ruthless delicious plunge. Eagerly I met his thrusts and cried out a whimper.

  The added sensation of him tugging, twisting, and palming my breast had me begging in strangled cries. Lost in the immense pleasure, I didn’t have the strength to hold my eyes open.

  And he stopped.

  My eyes flew open finding his jawline tight and his dark gaze filled with primal desire. “If you close them, I won’t let you come.”

  “Don’t stop.” I wriggled trying to find any friction to carry me over the edge.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t know your own fucking name,” he ground out.

  He twisted my hair in his fist, guiding my head and chest down into the mattress. There was nothing painful about his roughness, and I was so turned on, I already didn’t know my own fucking name.

  “Look at us, Leah. Look how good we are together. Watch me fuck you because you are all mine.” His hand rested between my shoulder blades and the other squeezed my ass and I gasped in anticipation of bliss.

  “I’m watching. Just, fuck me!”

  He reached into my hair and fisted it to the root and thrust so hard, I cried out for more.

  But he stopped and I hissed and bucked toward him.

  “How bad do you want it?”

  “Fuck me hard. Fuck me until I can’t take anymore. Please…”

  A growl erupted in the air and he slammed deeper and this time he didn’t stop.

  Again, and again he pleasured me, and my body jerked while every fiber in me screamed for more. A primal, feral desire exchanged between our bodies joined together.

  When we came, it was together, and it was the hottest, mind-blowing orgasm sending me into a place far outside the universe. For a moment I thought I may have blacked out soaring with the stars.

  When I came down from the rush, he had me in his arms and I lay cradled against his chest. No words were spoken, but none were needed.

  In his embrace, I found serenity and I knew I would never be the same.

  And I was so irrevocably in love with Chad Mitchell—so deeply and madly in love with him, I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to.

  Chapter 28

  I opened my eyes and stretched out on the dove grey sheet only covering my hips down. Peeking through my lashes, I knew Chad wasn’t next to me because I’d felt the coldness without him.

  But damn if his presence didn’t fill the room.

  How could it not? He consumed me. Every piece of him lit my soul on fire. His scent, his touch, and the way he branded me every single time he caressed my skin. Mindlessly, my fingers trailed my hips where he’d been rough, and I’d been burning with fire.

  Unable to move from the very spot, I ran the pad of my index finger slowly over my lips and let the memory of how delicious he’d made me feel. I recounted every second and tattooed every memory permanently into my brain.

  Endless minutes passed when the sound of something shuffling around downstairs and the aroma of something succulent cooking wafted into the room. I shook my head wondering what Chad was preparing in the kitche
n before forcing myself to slide out of the bed.

  Grabbing his black T-shirt laying at the end of the mattress, I pulled it over my head. I breathed in the sinful sensual masculine scent and then made my way down the stairs.

  Rounding the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks at the doorway.

  Lord have mercy.

  A very shirtless Chad wearing low riding jogging shorts tossed a few containers into a honey willow picnic basket. His damp messy tousled hair made me want to run my fingers through the strands and his incredible muscled chest instantly made me want to lick my way to paradise.

  “Sleep well?” His arrogant tone zapped my attention to his face.

  “Too good. Did you?”

  “Watching you was more appealing than sleep.” His eyes held mine. “Did you know you make little moans in your sleep?”

  A flush spread into my face. “Well, that’s embarrassing.”

  “It’s sexy as hell.”

  “That I snore?”

  “Not snore. I said you moan. It’s the same sound you make minutes before you start to come apart on my tongue, my fingers, and in my ear when I’m deep inside you.”

  The flush on my face intensified and I knew my skin had deepened a darker shade of rose. He lowered his gaze to my lips and made me want to full-fledged attack him. For a long few seconds, we drank each other in, the sexual attraction so thick in the room, not even the sharpest knife could slice it.

  Damn, he was hot.

  He knew I was speechless.

  He knew I was a hot mess.

  His lip curled into an arrogant satisfied smile because he read me like a book.

  “You like seeing my reaction, huh?”

  “What I like is you wearing my shirt and knowing your panties are damp because you want me to make you come apart.”

  “You’re wrong.”

  He dead panned me with a dark sultry challenging glare. “I’m not wrong. If I slide my fingers inside your underwear, I know I’ll find you wet and ready.”

  “Not exactly the truth.” I drew my bottom lip in between my teeth trying to mask the silly grin.

  Before I blinked, he was in front of me pushing up the hem of his black shirt hanging on my body. Just before reaching his target, I whispered, “I’m wet. With one look at you, I’m wet, but you’re wrong about wet underwear because I’m not wearing any.”

  He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me passionately. It was morning heaven and stole my breath.

  “Before I lose all control, go slip into whatever you want to wear to the beach. I have something special planned.”

  Reluctantly I took a quick shower and slid into a white bikini and a white lacy coverup with thin spaghetti straps showing off my tanned shoulders I’d earned over the last couple of days on the deck of Chad’s boat.

  When I returned to the kitchen, Chad wore an aqua button up shirt and khaki shorts. He picked up a navy and white striped blanket along with the handles of the large woven picnic basket.

  “Ready?”

  “Sure.”

  We walked across the wooden walkway over the dunes and onto the sandy beach. The waves washed in, one after the other, making me stop to take in the beauty. When Chad realized I’d stopped, he glanced over his shoulder.

  “I can’t get enough of this.”

  “There’s nothing like breathing in salty air and sinking your toes in the sand.”

  “My God, Chad. How could you not want to live here? Leave the city behind to nothing but this all the time?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve asked myself a time or two, but I love my job and I love the Lonestar’s. I get the best of all three worlds by being able to come here in between my responsibilities.”

  I smiled. “I guess when you put it that way.”

  He tipped his head to the left. “Come on. Let’s enjoy the afternoon.”

  A few steps later, I kicked off my sandals and let the vitamin sea sweep over my toes. Chad came in behind me, circling his arms around me.

  “The sun will start going down in the next thirty minutes or so. I thought we’d eat, drink some wine, dance on the beach, and welcome the stars and moon into our night.”

  “Holy hell.”

  “I’m going to take that as a yes instead of a hell no.”

  Mortified I’d whispered my thoughts out loud, I lowered my face and nodded my head. “Definitely a yes, Mister Romantic.”

  “I’m not romantic.”

  Whatever.

  Leaning back, I settled against his chest and placed my folded arms across his. A smile he couldn’t see curled my lips wondering how he would respond if I told him I loved him. It would be so easy to say the three little words.

  Would he say it back? Would he have a helicopter at his disposal to take us back to Dallas and cut all ties? Would he forget to breathe like he steals my own breath? Those words felt like heaven but could easily turn my life into a living hell.

  He kissed the top of my head, holding me as if he never planned to let me go. It felt like the waves in the Gulf of Mexico stilled, the world had stopped, and we were the only two people in the universe.

  “I saw on my app where the guys won in Tampa last night.”

  “So, the girl who’s only been to handful of games her whole life now has an app on her phone?”

  “Don’t get too excited, I also have a card game app I’ve never played.”

  “Yeah well when we get back, I’m going to take you to the skybox, and I’ll be willing to bet high stakes you won’t be able to sit in your chair the entire night. The first time there’s a homerun, and the fans go nuts in the stadium, you’ll be right there with them screaming and clapping like the rest of the diehard crowd.”

  “Whatever,” I said playfully before adding, “I saw where Jericho hurt his shoulder? Is he out for the entire season?”

  “Bevins said he’ll be back after a few weeks of physical therapy.”

  “Was it his rotator cuff?”

  “The MRI was negative, but they’re going to work extensively with him before getting him back on the field.”

  “Last night Phillipson, the new rookie hit a hard and fast ball driving it to left-centered field for a home run. Do you think it was a lucky hit, or do you think he can get the job done while Jericho is out?”

  “The app is definitely not decoration on your phone.” He laughed and stepped back reaching for my hand. “Come on, let’s eat.”

  “What’s on the menu?”

  “Ham and cheese sliders. An assortment of crackers, cheese, meats, fruits.”

  “Sounds delicious.”

  On the spread blanket, Chad unfastened the leather straps inside the top of the corduroy lined basket. He placed two ceramic plates with stainless steel utensils between us. I removed the array of food while he uncorked a bottle of sparkling white wine and poured two glasses.

  “You never do anything simple and ordinary do you?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  I couldn’t help but grin and held up my hands. “Everything. A helicopter on standby at the snap of your fingers. A sailboat in a port where the owner’s wife has a meal and banana pudding waiting. Then there’s someone on speed-dial ready to pack a bag for a woman in distress and its happened twice. And for heaven’s sake, those are handblown wine glasses.”

  “I like simplicity, what can I say?”

  “Simple?” I rolled my eyes, “Has there ever been anything you wanted but couldn’t have?”

  “Not until recently.” He brought a pump red grape up to my mouth.

  “What? Owning your own country?” I drew the sweet piece of fruit into my mouth along with the tip of his forefinger and thumb.

  “To go back in time.” His eyes locked on mine. “To have met you sooner, so you would never have even met the son-of-a-bitch who hurt you. I would have been your first boyfriend and made your first time special. You would have never felt
lonely because I would have filled the void.”

  Boyfriend.

  “Is… that what we are? Boyfriend-Girlfriend?” My heart drummed in my chest and I felt the air start to fill with tension.

  “I’m eleven years older than you, Leah.”

  “Does it still bother you?”

  He smirked. “It should.”

  “Well you fuck like you’re not even twenty years old.” I let out a giggle.

  Humor danced in his eyes. “You have no idea of what I can do… all night long”

  “You didn’t answer. Does our age difference still bother you?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “Why?”

  “For one, the media will have a field day. I can see the articles now, ‘Chad Mitchell was seen with the beautiful Leah Wright, the head coach’s daughter’, and then it turns into ‘Is she after the empire?’ There’s so much to keep out of the public eye and they’ll pry into our lives and shit will be reported as if they have a right to meddle.”

  “So, it’s more about our private lives than our age?”

  “It’s one more thing to add to all the shit they’re capable of. Leah, I love being with you, but having yours or my life broadcasted on every media source isn’t an option. I stay low-key when it comes to my personal affairs.”

  “Every time I ask you something, you dance all around the answer. Are you my boyfriend?”

  “Right now, I’ll be whoever you want me to be.”

  Chapter 29

  Chad and I spent the next two days enjoying morning and afternoon lazy walks exploring the coast. Hand in hand we combed the shore for pieces of sea glass and unique shells.

  “What are you going to do with the glass?” Chad dropped a frosty piece into the collection.

  “I made a Pinterest board with all sorts of crafty artwork using them. There are several pretty cool seahorses that I like, but it will take quite a bit more of the mint or aqua pieces.”

  He strolled to in front of the microwave and withdrew an overly sized brandy glass. “Let’s start tossing all of the glass we find inside here for safe keeping and when we have enough, we’ll make our masterpiece and hang on the living room wall.”