Preconception

by Aliyah Burke

  “Not funny,” she griped.

  “Depends on the seat you’re in.”

  “I thought I was supposed to learn.”

  “You are. You’re learning that if you don’t play smart you will lose.”

  She grunted and reached for the other piece of chocolate he’d tossed her earlier to eat. Popping it in her mouth, she watched him from below lowered lashes as his eyes followed every movement. She released a low groan of pleasure and noticed how his eyes darkened and he shifted in his seat.

  “I’m learning all right,” she admitted.

  Caro touched her index finger to the corner of her mouth, making sure there was no chocolate residing there. Again, he followed the motion. Oh yes, I’m learning.

  She had no more beer to drink so she rose to get some water, making sure to take her time as she tried to figure out what to do. Her body was primed and needed some release. Soon. Preferably by someone other than herself.

  Get a hold of yourself, Caro, she reprimanded herself. He’s got you here to keep you safe, not because you are the woman he wants in his bed. Although, that exchange this morning could have changed his mind.

  “Coming?”

  Damn near to it. She filled the glass and made her way back to the table. She made another crane from the remaining free sheet of gold wrapping and placed it to her left. Caro sucked the tip of her pinky as she waited for him to deal. He just sat there, gaze riveted to her.

  “Remember what I said about playing with fire?” His voice, low and gravelly, stroked places no man had touched for a long time. Too damn long.

  She held his stare, dragged her tongue along her lower lip before putting the little finger back in. “I haven’t. Make sure you don’t forget what I said either.” Caro stood and reached over to the pile he had and stole a bunch of his loot. In the middle of the table she created the numbers sixty-nine. “Says the same thing no matter how you look at it.” Her words were soft.

  His chair hit the floor as he shot to his feet. Lust rocked her and she didn’t move as he was suddenly at her side. Declan hauled her up and slammed his mouth over hers. Instantly, she melted into his hard chest, gripping him, digging her fingers into the rock hard triceps beneath them. His taste surged into her mouth, mixing perfectly with the chocolate she’d just finished.

  He’d lost his mind. His sanity. His capability for sensible thought. All he knew was Caro. The press of her soft body against his hard one. The sweet taste of her. The added chocolate and how it hardened his cock as their tongues danced with one another.

  Kicking the chair out of the way, Declan turned them and laid her back on the table. He deepened the kiss as his body pressed against her softer one. This had to be the stupidest thing he could do but there was no more stopping the lust that pumped freely through him. She widened her legs, cradling the ridge of his hard cock between her legs, where he longed to be, only in his version they were without any clothing between them.

  He ground against her, reveling in the whimper that escaped from her slender throat. Her shudder preceded her grabbing at his shoulders and digging into him with strong fingers.

  “Declan.”

  Lord, her voice, deep and sexy, skated like flames along his skin.

  “Jas—”

  “Caro,” she interrupted. “Call me Caro.”

  He’d call her whatever she wanted. “Caro it is,” he rumbled before claiming her mouth in another near bruising kiss. Their teeth clashed as they battled for dominance. He couldn’t get enough.

  When her fingers went for his button, he didn’t stop her, just attacked her pants. It didn’t take long before she lay on his kitchen table naked. She held his gaze without fear or hesitation as she reached a hand out and curved it around his hard dick. She swiped her thumb over the head, smearing the pre-cum. He groaned low in his throat and spun her around so that her head hung over the edge. There would be time later to learn her body and take pleasure in memorizing every inch. Right now, there was something else on his mind.

  Her pussy lips gleamed in the soft lighting and the moisture on them gave away her own heightened desire. Bending down, hands braced on her hips and ass, he spread her lips as her mouth covered his cock. Fuck me!

  He sank his tongue into her slit and began to lap as she moved her head up and down combined with the soft touch of her hand. She readjusted, widening her legs to make it easier for him and he took advantage. She tasted…perfect. A heady mixture of things he could never begin to explain and a taste he never wanted to lose. Her thick cream coated his tongue as she took him in deep.

  He sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers inside her hot pussy. She shifted against him, working her hips to bring him in deeper. Declan didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to keep this up. His legs didn’t want to hold him given the way her mouth worked his shaft.

  Declan closed his eyes at the light caress of her fingertips along his balls as she continued to suck him. He withdrew his fingers and plunged his tongue in her as he cupped her thigh. She continued to grind against him as he lapped, stabbed, and licked her. Her body stiffened seconds before she arched and came with a rush around his tongue.

  The vibration from her cry reverberated up his shaft and he knew he was gone as well. He shot deep into her throat, ropes of his cum. She purred and took it all. When he was done, he backed out of her mouth carefully and stood staring down at her naked body.

  She shifted beneath his gaze and the light reflected off the candy that had stuck to the outside of her leg. Declan ran a slow perusal of her form. Curves. Dips. Swells. A woman. Not a stick. But a true woman. She had curves that would put Marilyn Monroe to shame.

  Caro dragged her tongue over her lips as if she sought more of him. More of his taste. She didn’t move, didn’t try to hide her body from him nor did she shy away from staring at him. His cock continually drew her attention. In the depths of her brown eyes he could read her hunger. She wanted more.

  Good. So did he.

  He walked around the table, allowing her to remain there, sprawled as she was amongst the shiny candy wrappers and discarded cards. Declan stepped between her legs and drew her flush until her wet pussy cradled his cock. She watched him, her thick curved lashes giving her a hooded sensual appearance. Her hair pillowed her head. Full breasts with tightly drawn nipples begged attention as did her flat belly and waxed pussy.

  He worked his hips, allowing his cock to glide along her wetness, and he leaned to capture her breasts. He lifted their weight and watched her eyes darken with increased pleasure. Every inch of her was highly sensitive and responsive. He loved that.

  Teasing her nipples with his thumbs, he grinned wickedly with the responding flush of her skin and increased breathing. He plucked at her until she squirmed against his rigid shaft.

  “Declan.”

  “I want to fuck you.” He bent down and sucked on her nipple. “Repeatedly”—he drew on the other one—“on every surface available to us.”

  She sank a hand into his hair, holding him against her. “Yes.”

  Her affirmation was more of a whisper than anything but he heard it like it had been shot out of a cannon. Caro dug her left heel into his ass cheek, encouraging him closer. It would be so simple for him to slide inside her, to feel the velvet walls ripple around his bare cock.

  Condom.

  “One second,” he rasped, stepping away.

  He grabbed a condom from his bedroom then strode back to find her still sprawled on the table. An offering to him. One difference, she had one hand pushing a piece of chocolate into her mouth while the other…dallied in her pussy.

  “Fuck,” he said. Ripping open the condom packet, he stared at her plunging fingers. Declan rolled on the protection and stepped back between her thighs. She sucked on her index finger.

  He grasped his cock while he used his other hand to remove her fingers from her slickness. Her smell surrounded him and he guided them to his mouth where he licked them clean of her essence.


  As he pressed his cock into her, he kissed her. Their combined tastes filled his senses. Her moan accompanied the thrust of her tongue along his.

  Christ, her pussy held him so perfectly.

  “Hot. Wet. Tight.” He never wanted to leave.

  She bucked against him then hooked her legs tight around his waist. “Oh God, Declan… Move.”

  He did.

  Chapter Six

  Caro whimpered and rolled her hips as she leaned forward, resting her palms on Declan’s muscled torso. He sat buried balls deep within her heated pussy, yet she still ground against him more. The mattress beneath her feet moved with them. They’d finally made it to his bedroom.

  The intensity of her craving should have scared her. Perhaps it would…later. The here and now belonged to her and the man fucking her brains out.

  He gripped her waist, undulating beneath her, working in perfect tandem with her own strokes, heightening every second of pleasured bliss. Up and down she rose and fell on his hard shaft. Their sweat-soaked skin slid along one another as they moved.

  She came with a keening cry, back bowing as her world splintered around her into a rainbow of sparks. His roar echoed around her moments later.

  Caro sank forward and lay utterly spent and exhausted upon his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close. And tight. She didn’t mind.

  Odd, considering I usually hate cuddling after sex. This session had gone on for hours. Tender and slow. Rough and fast. What had started in the kitchen had gone through the small cabin. Furniture, counters, floor, it didn’t matter. Even the walls had gotten in on it. Muscles she never even knew existed in her body ached. So worth it, though.

  “I need to check the fire.” His words rumbled along her skin.

  “So I need to move?” Seriously? She didn’t think she had the energy.

  “We can go this way but it’s your ass that’s by the fire.” He trailed his fingers along her spine. “I like being buried inside your tight pussy.”

  Yeah, she was beginning to see that for herself. She slowly maneuvered off him. “I’d prefer not to have sparks on my ass, thanks.”

  He disposed of the condom and paused to grab a pair of sweats from his dresser. She readjusted and lay on her side, holding the pillow he’d been on as she watched him hide his tanned skin from her gaze.

  His blue-green stare burned her and set her body aflame once more. Hungrily, she took in what he offered—the visual feast for her eyes.

  He had swiftly and succinctly removed all her inhibitions with a single touch. No, she’d not been a prude—not in her mind—but she had never been so unashamed with her body as she had just been these past few hours with Declan McBride.

  Declan winked then strode from the room, leaving her alone with her streaming thoughts. She debated on getting up from his ridiculously comfortable bed and cleaning up but she refrained. There was something to be said about smelling like the man who had just rocked your world. So she grinned and burrowed deeper beneath the blankets.

  Lord, he wore me out. She blinked and watched him return to the bedroom. He latched onto her gaze and sent her another wink.

  “All set for the night.”

  Wonder if that means I should leave to the other bed?

  Before she could ask, he kicked off his sweats and climbed in beside her, drawing her back into the warm circle of his embrace. Caro didn’t fight, she yawned and pressed against him tighter.

  “Keep rubbing against me like that and you won’t be getting any sleep.”

  “Really?” Lordy, there was way too much hope in my voice there. “I can sleep tomorrow,” she said, lifting one of his hands and guiding it to between her pussy lips, moaning again at the feel of his touch.

  * * * *

  Caro stirred and opened her eyes. Muted sunlight poured through the glass highlighting the snow outside as well as the fact it was late afternoon. Did I really sleep so long? She sat up, holding the top blanket against her bare, slightly abraded breasts. The bedroom was empty. Aside from her, of course. The propped open door didn’t allow any sounds to filter back to her.

  Where is he?

  The unease from mornings after—why she didn’t stay nights—sank in. Maybe he just wants me to leave. She rose from the bed, her clothes nowhere to be found. Borrowing his blanket, she wrapped it around her nude form and padded to the door where she slipped through and went to the bedroom he’d given her. Her stuff was there and she took a quick shower before dressing.

  He had the cabin warm enough so she didn’t mind having her hair damp. She retreated to his room again and proceeded to make his bed, running her hands over the pillow cases as she fixed them.

  The pass of his work-roughened hands along her sensitive skin.

  She blinked and gulped before tugging up the blankets.

  His heavy weight bearing her back into the mattress as his thick cock thrust deep.

  She exhaled sharply and spread the final covering back over his bed. Bending over to tuck it in, she gave a wry grin at the sight of another condom wrapper. She picked it up and tossed it in the trash.

  His stubble-covered jaw abrading her inner thighs as he lapped at her pussy with endless licks.

  Her legs shook and she tried hard to shove those images from her mind. They were so raw and powerful it was like a replay she actually experienced on her skin. “Fuck,” she muttered as she finished making his bed.

  Turning around she drew up short at the sight of him leaning in the doorway. Unease filled her. She clasped her hands before her and gave him a shy smile. He stared at her until she wanted to hide. She couldn’t read his expression.

  “Sleep well?” His voice was deep and raspy.

  “Yes, thank you. Did you?”

  He pushed away from the frame and approached her with a fluid motion. “Best I have in a long time.”

  What am I supposed to say to that? “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  Heat surged into that amazing gaze. “You looked exhausted.”

  She had been. But he had been up as long as she had. He paused before her, wrapped his hand in her wet hair and tugged it back.

  “Don’t think I wasn’t, for I was. I just had some things to take care of and I didn’t think you needed to be up for me doing them. You sleep well during the day and we can stay up late”—his lips brushed the corner of her mouth—“and see what happens.”

  Her heart beat out a tattoo in her chest. “Sounds good to me. Are you napping?”

  “Didn’t you just get out of bed?”

  She held his gaze. “I meant for you.”

  “I wouldn’t want to nap alone.”

  There wasn’t any way she could ignore what he meant by that. Her stomach growled and she shrugged. “Sorry, I have to feed this complaining thing so I’ll do that then make dinner.”

  He held her stare before he nodded. “Keep your strength up.” Another teasing kiss before he backed off.

  Caro left and walked to the kitchen. She started making dinner and while it sat in the oven, she ate a single piece of bread with peanut butter. That would tide her over until their meal was ready.

  The knock at the door shocked her and she jumped. I can’t believe how fearful I am here. I should be safe, that’s why he brought me here.

  Didn’t stop her from letting him answer the door, however, and she didn’t fail to notice the butt of his sidearm sticking up from the back of his waistband. He swung the door wide to admit Tasha.

  “Hi, Declan,” she said with a smile. “Are you sure I’m not intruding?”

  “Not at all. You two have fun, I have some things to do out in the shed.” Declan looked over his shoulder and Caro’s breath hitched at the heat she witnessed in his eyes as he looked her over from head to toe. Then it changed and she saw him giving her a pointed look that she knew to mean she had better behave. All emotion was wiped away and in its place was what she referred to as his ‘cop expression’, all seriousness. He swiped his jacket
and walked out.

  Caro finished the last bite of her bread and stood. “Hi, Tasha.”

  “Are you sure you’re not busy and are up for some company?”

  “Please, he’s not all that talkative. I would love some. Where are the children?”

  “Staying with some friends. Jimmy is…out at one of his whore’s houses.”

  Caro knew her eyes had grown wide. “I’m sorry?”

  A shrug. “I know he cheats on me. I just don’t have the means yet to get away. I’m working on it but not there.” A forced smile. “I didn’t come to depress you. I came to talk and have some fun.”

  “Coffee or hot chocolate?” Caro asked as she walked to the counter.

  “Coffee and cookies.”

  A sound had her turning around.

  Tasha set a large container on the table. “I brought the cookies.”

  A smile curved up Caro’s lips. “Wonderful.” Once the coffee had begun to percolate, Caro returned to the table with two plates and sat across from her visitor. “So, tell me what you know about Declan McBride.”

  Tasha’s answering grin filled her face. She bit into the chocolate chip cookie and glanced around as if expecting the man himself to jump out and stop her. “The stories I have about Declan. Let me tell you.”

  * * * *

  Declan finished changing the oil in his Jeep, and as he wiped his hands on a rag, he stared back at the cabin. Smoke continued to churn from the chimney and he knew the fire was doing fine. Caro. Jasmine. It didn’t matter what she called herself, that woman had rocked his world every night since they’d first given in to the lust that poured between them fast, hot and strong. And this morning…

  He chuckled at his brain’s commentary. He hooked his ankles and continued to watch the log cabin. She had fitted in much better than he’d expected her to. Yes, he was still suspicious.

  Caro took daily walks but she never once complained about being away from the hustle and bustle Atlanta brought to those who lived there. No more gaudy clothing or sickly perfumes. None of what he’d associated with Jasmine.

  “Perhaps she’s trying to be this Caro person.”