by Lea Hart
Rolling onto her knees, she took him in hand and ran her finger slowly along the vein that ran along the back of his cock. He hissed at the pleasure her touch brought him.
Then she cupped his balls, and he almost lost his fucking mind. He loved the way she played with him, letting one slip between her fingers and then moving to the next.
Gentle and confident.
Just like the woman herself.
When she bent down and took him in her mouth, he firmed his legs and told himself under no circumstance should he whimper.
And he knew it was a distinct possibility since whatever she was doing with her tongue was fucking magic. “Court…”
A tug on his balls was her response.
The woman meant business; that was for damn sure. There was nothing delicate about the way she was handling him, and he loved that she was clearly as into him as he was her. When she took him deep into her mouth, she glanced up and he saw something dirty mixed with her sweetness and knew he was in all kinds of trouble.
Not able to take more, he canted his hips away from her greedy mouth and pushed her backward on the bed. “Ready or not, babe, here I come.” He stroked himself and watched her legs fall open. “So damn perfect.”
Kneeling between her legs, he dragged his shaft through her wetness and then put himself at her opening. He closed his eyes for a moment and did his best to savor the feeling of her body accepting him as he inched his way in.
Heaven.
He took his time, treasuring every second until her body tensed and she hissed out a low breath. “Court…”
“Give me a minute.”
“What’s happening?”
“You’re huge, Caid.”
“Can you handle it?” Her eyebrows knocked together, and he knew throwing her a little challenge was just the thing she needed to get out of her head. He inched in a little further. “Answer me, woman; can you handle me?”
Her chin went up, and he knew the fire and heat she was sending his way was well deserved. Her body squeezed him tightly, and he grinned as he drove himself deeper into her heat.
“I can handle you with my eyes closed.”
“Good,” he replied as her body sucked him in. “Because I don’t plan on stopping until there’s nothing left of us.”
***
Relentless.
Caid drove himself into her body like a boss, and the only thing she could do was ride the waves of pleasure as their sweat-soaked skin slid together. Feeling like she was being taken under the wave, she gripped his arms, only to have her hands immediately slide off.
He slowed momentarily and slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her tightly against his chest.
Was he protecting her from what was about to come?
Seemed possible since he pressed her against his chest, making each thrust harder and each drive deeper.
Moaning like a harpy, she tried to swallow the sounds.
“Don’t you hold back because you’re fucking magic.”
“I think you’ve unleashed something.”
He dropped his head against hers and stilled. “I’ve barely gotten started.”
Another shift of his pelvis and he hit Eldorado or as some called it the elusive G-spot. A shiver racked her body, and she stilled, not wanting to lose the contact.
“Found it, didn’t I?”
“Sshhh, don’t talk about it or it could disappear.”
“Fuck that; I plan on living there.” He pulled out and growled as he drove himself in.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated as he hit it over and over.
Magician.
No doubt about it.
Pressing her nose to his chest, she inhaled his scent and watched her performance anxiety float away. She was nothing more than sensation, and any thoughts she had about doing it right or hitting the goal disappeared.
Stilling, she raked her fingernails down his back and knew all it would take was one more thrust. “Please…”
“Fuck you until all your words disappear?”
“Yes,” she shouted.
“Just remember you asked for it.”
He drove into her with a visceral roll of his body and let go of a primal roar. His hips slammed into her clit as his fingers dug into her thighs and she was on the precipice of another orgasm.
“Let go,” he shouted. “Right fucking now.”
His words pushed her off the cliff, and she tumbled down, shouting his name. Floating above her body, she was surprised his pace never relented. Apparently, his earlier promise about fucking her through her orgasm and back wasn’t idle.
“That’s it, babe, just keep pulsing against me ‘cause I’m about to give you more.”
“Not possible,” she panted, finding it impossible to grasp her breath.
“Sure, it is,” he replied as he thrust his hips powerfully. “And when it does, I’m going to join you. You gonna let me come inside that beautiful body of yours or are we going to fuck around with condoms?”
Digging her hand into his hair, she gripped him tightly. “What are you asking me?”
“To trust me, Courtney.”
“Have you earned it?”
Grinning, he slowed his pace and almost pulled out. “Yeah and I’m never going to stop…earning it.”
She lifted her chin and then nodded, squeezing him tightly with her body.
“Was that a yes?”
She did it again and pulled his face down, so she could kiss the man who was probably going to rob her of all the good sense she managed to get ahold of. “Don’t make me regret it.”
“Never,” he replied as he tucked his arm under her, rolling her over. “Get on your knees.”
Doing as he asked, she planted her hands against the bed and glanced over her shoulder. “Happy?”
His hand ran down her back, and he nodded. “More than words can say.”
Feeling his first slow thrust, she braced herself and knew the next one was going to be unforgiving.
He gave it to her hard, and he gave it her wild, hitting her G-spot over and over again. “Please, Caid.”
“Touch yourself,” he shouted, gripping her hair.
She did as he asked, and he gave her everything he had. “Come with me.”
“My pleasure.”
His hands gripped her hips, and she felt him come in three long waves as his shouts filled the room. Dropping her head, she joined him and felt his release trickle down her leg. She collapsed against the bed and rested her face against the soft comforter, knowing she’d finally found her dirty beast.
“We’ll be doing that again in a minute.”
She lifted a finger and waved it back and forth, feeling her eyes drop shut before she could form words. Falling into dreamland, her last thought was how delicious Caid’s arms felt as he wrapped her in a tight hug.
Maybe all those fairy tales weren’t total crap, after all.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Caid leaned back against the counter and ran his thumb over his mouth, wondering if he could get away with taking a bite out of Courtney’s round ass. “You need help, babe?
Turning, she held the knife aloft and shook her head. “No, you just enjoy your coffee and let me handle breakfast.” She narrowed her eyes and then shook her head. “Whatever you’ve got cooking up isn’t going to happen.”
“How do you know I’ve got anything cooking?”
“Your pulse is beating its way out of your neck, your eyes are the color of steel, and you’re flexing your hands.”
“All I was going to do was take a little nip of your ass.”
“You did that at four and then again at seven. Leave my poor bottom alone.”
“Not possible,” he muttered as he moved closer.
“I’ll fry up those potatoes.”
“You don’t trust me to make you a meal?”
“I trust you with my fucking life, woman, but you’re a Cali girl, and that means fryin’ up potatoes is not in your wheelhouse.”
“You know nothing about where my wheels are.”
He pulled out a cast-iron skillet and poured a good amount of oil into it. “So, enlighten me.”
“I’ll give you the abbreviated version after breakfast.”
“I want the extended one, and you can start now and tell me why you haven’t answered one of your mama’s calls when I’m around.”
She slung her hand on her hip and let out a groan. “I don’t want to go into all of that. Can’t we talk about our favorite color and songs.”
Picking up the cutting board filled with diced potatoes, he gave her a hard stare. “No, and don’t try and sell me on some polite bullshit. I want the unvarnished, never before told full-length biography of Courtney Walker.”
“You’ll die of boredom within five minutes.”
“Nice try, ain’t gonna work.” He dumped the potatoes into the pan and added a generous amount of salt and pepper.
“Why don’t you start?”
“Nope.”
“All my happy sex hormones are disappearing.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll be sure to fill up your tank this afternoon.” Seeing her mouth twisted up, he let out a laugh. “Start with something easy…why did you decide to become a librarian?”
She picked up her mug of coffee and took a sip. “Because the library was my favorite place growing up and Ms. Susan, who was the children’s librarian at my neighborhood library, was my saving grace.”
“How so?”
Letting out a long breath, she set her cup down. “My daddy is Harvey Walker.”
“The movie director?”
“One and the same.”
“And your mama?”
“Susan Hilldebrand.”
“The television actress who starred in all those night-time soap drama things.”
“Yes.”
“My mama and sisters loved those, and I was forced to sit through most of them growing up.”
“Both my parents were extremely busy with their careers for the first decade and a half of my life, so I was left to my own devices most of the time.”
“No shit,” he replied before turning down the heat on the potatoes.
“If they weren’t working on a project, they were hustling for the next one, and in between all of that, they fought and made up. They had a volatile relationship, and I’m pretty sure they broke a set of dishes every three months when one or both of them got bored and decided to stir up trouble.”
“That’s why you made the fireworks comment the other week.”
Tapping her nose, she nodded. “My parents divorced when I was thirteen, and I moved to Ocean Beach with my Mom. She’d decided to leave show business when her looks began fading and, fortunately for me, she left most of her drama in Los Angeles. Once we were settled and the divorce was final, things were a lot calmer and a hell of a lot quieter.”
“But the library and Ms. Susan saved you when you were young?”
“Absolutely. Books offered me an escape from the craziness of my family. Our house was within walking distance when I lived in Beverly Hills, and I started going there by myself when I was eight or nine.”
“Fuuuccck, Court, that’s crazy.”
“Why?”
“Because a girl that young shouldn’t be alone on the street.”
“I was savvy and knew how to handle myself.”
“Kind of like now?”
“Yeah,” she replied before giving him a little hip-bump. “When I walked through those doors of the library, I felt a peace I couldn’t find anywhere else. I would spend all my time there during the summers and was more than happy to hide in the stacks and read the day away.”
“And Ms. Susan the children’s librarian made you feel welcome?”
“She sure did. I would hang around her desk when I first got there and help her put books back or make copies and then I would spend the rest of the day reading or working on one of my little projects.”
“What kind of projects?”
Looking down at her feet, she hitched a shoulder. “I didn’t grow up with much structure, so I’d give myself little assignments or research projects.” She picked at a cuticle on her thumb and then let out a sigh. “I made little graphs with checkboxes and always completed five before I’d let myself read a book for fun.”
Nodding slowly, he did his best to make sure the emotion her story stirred up didn’t show. His heart fucking broke for the girl Courtney had been, and he wanted to reach through time and tell that little girl everything would work out, and he’d be waiting.
Taking the spatula out of his hand, she pushed the potatoes around the pan. “Don’t get all sentimental on me, Caid. I lived in a beautiful home and was given everything I wanted. We had an amazing housekeeper, and she made sure I was taken care of, so don’t feel sorry for me.”
He cleared his throat and took the spatula out of her hand. “I would never waste my sympathy on a Beverly Hills brat, so don’t you worry.” Her shoulders dropped, and he knew the lie he just told was just what she wanted to hear. “I saw a checklist on your desk at home, so I’m guessing you still like ticking those little boxes.”
“Nothing wrong with prioritizing things and making sure a certain number of things are accomplished each day.”
“Didn’t say there was, but I’m just wondering how I might fit into that checklist of yours.” She leaned in and wrapped her hand around his arm and sighed. “I’m guessin’ I don’t, and that’s why you worked so hard to resist me.”
Pushing her face into his arm, she let out a groan. “Of course you don’t since you’re like lightning in a bottle. You don’t fit any of the pictures in my head and are the least suitable person I could be in a relationship with.”
Feeling frustration bubble up, he let out a big breath. “You don’t think I’m good enough?”
“No,” she all but shouted. “You’re a bright shiny firework, lighting up the sky with all your charisma, daring, and courage, and I’m smart enough to know that’s nothing that I can hold onto.”
Turning, he wrapped her in his arms and rested his chin on top of her head. “Babe, I’m just a good ol’ boy from Texas that got luckier than shit. I’m almost at the tail-end of my dream and all my days of adventure are numbered. I’ll be lucky to last another two years before my body gives out, so all you’re going to get in the end is a broken-down soldier.”
“And what should I do with that broken-down soldier?”
“Love the shit out of him.”
She rubbed her cheek against his T-shirt and then looked up. “You ready for something like that?”
He squeezed her tight and then kissed her head. “I think so. What about you? Are you ready for the kind of loving I’m going to wrap you in?”
“I’m trying to be since you’ve wedged your way into a slice of my heart that I didn’t know existed.”
“I’ll be fully lodged in there before you know it and don’t want you to worry about supporting me with your big librarian salary after I retire. I’ve got a job lined up with a buddy the moment I leave the Teams, so I’ll be taking care of you and that damn squirrel you’ve adopted in style.”
“That’s some crazy talk, Caid, and I think we should just take it one day at a time.”
“Sure, Court, whatever you want.” He picked up the spatula and moved the potatoes around and knew he’d barely gotten started on the crazy talk.
***
“You happy?” Courtney asked as she looked over her shoulder. “You’ve taken more than one bite out of me, and the look on your face suggests you might not be done.”
“I’ve just gotten started and have no plans to stop anytime soon.”
Pushing her face into the pillow, she let out a sigh. “The things I endure.”
“I just made sure you had two orgasms, woman, so the only thing you’re enduring is being a very sexually satisfied woman.”
She flipped over and pulled on his hand until he crawled up her body. “At l
east now I know that the cock of the walk you bless the world with isn’t false advertising.”
“Are you saying I didn’t over-promise and under-deliver?”
“Not by a long shot,” she replied as his mouth slowly ran over her skin.
“Wasn’t sure you’d be satisfied since we’ve kept it pretty clean for the most part.”
“My satisfaction cannot be questioned since I shouted your name more than once, begged for mercy twice, and cried like a baby when you got your mouth on me.”
“You said you wanted a filthy beast and I don’t plan on disappointing you.”
“When I said filthy beast, I meant…”
“Don’t leave me hanging.”
“Someone who likes sex and doesn’t ask me to take a shower before and after or run off and brush their teeth the minute we’re done.”
“What the hell kind of weirdo does that?”
Looking down, she ran her hand over the sheet. “Apparently, the people I’ve ended up dating.”
“That’s their bullshit, Court.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
He dipped his head and pushed his thumb against her lips. “Fair enough, but please don’t worry about me being some polite, well-behaved dude who keeps his shit to himself.”
“I figured that out already, and that’s why I tried to wave you off for two months.”
“Because a man who takes a big bite of life doesn’t fit into one of those little charts you love so much?”
“Yes,” she replied before leaning forward and kissing him firmly. “But, since all the men who’d fit are not all that interesting, I’ve decided to take a chance on you.” Hearing her phone ping, she rolled over and grabbed it and let out a groan when she saw the reminder. “I need to get out of here; I have to meet Borden in forty-five minutes.” She jumped off the bed. “Think I can make it to University Heights in time?”
“Who the fuck is Borden?”
“The thriller writer I’m working with.” She slipped her panties on and then searched for her bra. “I need to deliver the research I’ve completed, and he’s going to let me know what he needs next.”
