Innocent Next Door (Military Men Book 1) (21 page)

Nikolai didn’t want marriage, and he’d proposed because the thought of failing another child ate at him. If she got married,
when
she married, she wanted to know she was loved.

Cherished.

The idea of Nikolai considering her a duty left her cold. Her nose rose in the air. “I’m twenty-two. That’s too young to get married. You said yourself I’m too young for you. And here I thought women were the indecisive ones.” She jerked open the door of their allocated bedroom and stomped inside with Nikolai a step behind.

Cold fear kicked him in the gut, but despite the terror, he could still appreciate a great arse when he saw one. Tight and round, it begged for fondling. He watched her bend over and flash the pink folds of her labia at him. Then she whirled about and slapped a small foil package in his hand.

“Now, can we have sex?” she demanded.

Her beautiful breasts rose and fell, distracting him for an instant. His eyes narrowed as he studied her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. The woman was marrying him if he had to drag her to a justice of the peace.

While Nikolai debated his course of action, he peered at the condom wrapper. “Chocolate flavored. What happened to the glow-in-the-dark green?”

“I thought a change would be nice.” Summer sat on the edge of the bed and primly crossed her legs.

Nikolai handed the foil package back to her. He wasn’t adverse to sex, as his rampant penis indicated, but come hell, high water or local crooks, she would become Mrs. Tarei.

“You put it on.” He dropped onto the mattress, calmly folded his arms across his chest to wait. A smirk built, just bursting to break out as he watched her hesitate.

“I’ve never done it before. Apart from the banana, and I suppose that doesn’t count. Fruit isn’t quite as distracting.”

“It’s not difficult. If you want a bout of sweaty sex, you’re gonna have to learn in a hurry.”

“All right.” She bounced to her feet, the abrupt move sending her ripe, luscious breasts swaying gently. Acute anticipation quickened his pulse rate as she turned away and bent to rifle through her bag. She pulled out the box of condoms. For a puzzled second Nikolai stared, then he got the picture. Summer was a librarian, trained to look up books, so if she wanted to learn a new skill, she read about it. Her pink lips moved as she mouthed the instructions and studied the diagrams on the enclosed leaflet. “Okay. Refresher done. I’ve got this sussed. I know what I’m doing.”

A chuckle burst from him. “Do your worst.”

She tore open the wrapping, used her thumb to hold the end, and rolled it on as though she’d been applying condoms to men’s cocks for years. “Ta da!”

Her flush of achievement made him want to chuckle. He wondered if she would attack parenthood with the same single-minded determination. “Come here,” he said.

“At last.” Summer wrinkled her nose. “Some action.”

Nikolai lurched for her, grabbing and twisting her body so she fell flat on the mattress beneath him. He stared down into her flushed face. Hell, she aroused him without even trying. He bent his head, licking a few remaining droplets of water from the spa off her collarbone. Then he moved down her body to pay homage to her full breasts, drawing circles across the pale globes with his tongue.

She tried to direct his mouth to her nipple by entwining her fingers in his hair and tugging. Instead, he licked and stroked his way across her smooth skin from the sweet dip of her waist to her belly button. She quivered under his ministrations, pleasing him with her responsiveness. Nikolai parted her legs and knelt between them. Placing his hands beneath her hips, he lifted her to his mouth.

“Don’t make me wait too long. I’ve been thinking about sex with you for days. I’m so primed, I’ll come if you breathe on my clit.”

Nikolai parted her folds and took the time to study her pink labia and swollen bud. For some reason, the way she called what was between them
sex
rubbed him the wrong way. While he worried about the why, he trailed his fingers across her skin, damp with her arousal. Her hips jerked in his hold, and when he looked up, he saw she glared at him. He teased her feminine flesh with his fingers and savored her reaction. Open and honest with not a single pretense.

Unlike Laura.

He pushed the thought away to concentrate on Summer. He bent to rake his tongue along her cleft and clit. God, he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. She tensed at the touch, her eyes fluttered closed and a throaty groan escaped her. Nikolai watched the changes in her body with fascination. He’d never paid much attention or cared after Laura, but watching her come, feeling the pulsating walls of her sex really did it for him.

“I thought I told you not to do that,” she said, sounding cross. “I want you inside me.”

“Ah, but now I’ve taken off the edge, I get to make you hot all over again. Let me tell you what I’m going to do to you.”

“What?” she whispered, sounding enthralled. “Tell me.”

Nikolai let her hips fall to the bed. “First, I’m going to tie your hands to the bed head so you can’t distract me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And because I know you’d cheat and open your eyes, you’re going to lie facedown.”

“You’ll see my butt.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s daylight.”

“You didn’t seem too worried before when you pranced into the house ahead of me.”

“I was angry. I forgot. You know, it’s not my best feature.” She cupped her breasts in her hands. “Wouldn’t you rather feast your eyes on these beauties?”

He felt the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Next time. Turn over.”

She resisted, a faint pucker between her brows. “Do you have to tie me up?”

Nikolai slid up the bed and pulled her into his arms. “We’re not going to do anything you’re unhappy with. Making love is about giving and receiving pleasure.” He kissed her with an open-mouthed kiss, feasting on the curves of her lips and the minty moistness of her breath. When they parted, they were both breathing heavily. “It’s about trust.”

“It’s not that I’m frightened you’ll hurt me—”

“You like to stay in control.” That made two of them. But she was so damn reckless at times, stubbornly trying to gain independence. Nikolai shook his head, knowing she was still in danger because of swapping that book. This marriage would be interesting. They might fight, but they’d have a hell of a time making up afterward.

“I don’t like being told what to do. When I’m asked, that’s different.”

“So if I asked you to please turn over, would you do it?”

Her blue eyes were wide and dark with a trace of uncertainty as she studied him. Nikolai held his breath—waiting. She shifted, her belly rubbing the tip of his shaft. A pained gasp squeezed between his lips, and he prayed she made up her mind fast.

“I’ll do it on the condition you let me tie you up in return.”

“God, I’ve created a monster,” he said with a grin to soften the words. “We’ll save the tying up for an hour or so. Where’s this toy I’ve been hearing about?”

Summer’s curious gaze passed over his condom-encased cock and turned distinctly hungry. Her brows rose and fell in a comical manner, but yep, that look was predatory.

“Maybe a little later for that too?”

“Good idea.” Nikolai grasped her hips, positioned his cock at the mouth of her pussy and surged inside her tight, silken sheath with one hard thrust. Hot pleasure spilled through him as he pumped his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. He bent to feast on her mouth, their tongues twirling together in an imitation of their lovemaking. Nikolai broke off their kiss, his hands tugging her brown-and-blue hair from the loose knot thing she’d contrived. “That’s better,” he murmured, as damp locks tumbled around her face. “Now you look like a fallen woman.”

A gurgle escaped her right before she bit him on a biceps. Her sharp teeth sent a signal straight to his dick. He quickened his strokes, relishing the leap of pleasure and the powerful kick of sensation. It spilled through him in a steady stream, like nothing else he’d ever experienced before. Shit, he hoped she was close because he was going to come. He tried to slow his impending release, but his senses seemed heightened as he explored her curvy body. He savored the scent on her skin, the flowery smell of damp hair, the slide of their sweat-slicked bodies against each other, the salty taste when he scraped his teeth across the underside of her breast. He failed the quest for slow.
F for failure
. The taste of coconut exploded on his senses as he drew hard on her flesh. The gnawing ache in his dick intensified.

“Nikolai,” she gasped.

Thank you! Nikolai chanted silently.
Thank you
. His hands dropped to cup her buttocks and he lifted her to deepen the angle of his strokes. Flesh slapped. Quicker. Harder. Summer dug her nails into his back. He felt the tightening clasp of her womb and molten fire erupted from his cock. A dark sound squeezed past his clenched teeth seconds before his seed poured from him in a long, never-ending stream. He kept thrusting, short, hard jabs, until the last ounce of pleasure was wrung from him.

Nikolai came to himself again when she started to squirm beneath him. “Am I squashing you?”

“S’okay.” Summer gasped. “Too many curves anyway.”

He chuckled and rolled so she lay on top of him. “Sweetheart, I like your curves just the way they are. A good, big handful.”

“Yeah, anywhere you choose to grab,” she said, her tone rueful.

“I like it.” Nikolai smoothed one hand down her back and squeezed her rounded butt gently. “A lot.”

“You’re good for a woman’s ego.” She looked up at him, a renewed flare of desire in her blue eyes.

He drew a breath, deep and unsteady. “I hate to say it, but I don’t think I can manage another go-around. Not yet. The mind is willing. The flesh needs to recuperate.”

“No problem,” Summer said in a breezy voice that made the hairs at the back of his neck stand to cautious attention.

She climbed off him, their joined bodies separating. Once again, she bent over her bag to rummage through the contents, giving him a great view of her pussy and butt. He raked his gaze across her ample arse, his hands literally itching to touch. Shit, even better. He could sink his teeth in—he could bite. A surge of possessiveness flooded him without warning. Damn, he wanted to mark her fine-looking butt. He wanted his brand on her so no other man would make the mistake of thinking she was free.

A mischievous giggle drew his attention. She was busy watching him watch her.

“Minx. Come here.” Nikolai yanked the spent condom off his cock and put it aside. He held his cock in his hand and slowly pumped. His semi-erect dick reacted predictably to the stimulation.

“Ah-ha! There you are,” she crooned, and she glanced at him with a blaze of sexual heat in her face. As he watched, the soft tones of arousal crawled down her neck to her chest. “My toy.”

She yanked the wrapping off with all the enthusiasm of a child at Christmastime. Then she crawled across the bed to him on her hands and knees. Summer lay down across his chest, holding her toy up her him to see. “Feel how soft that is.” Her hand caressed the red flexible skin, and Nikolai felt an answering surge in his cock as though she massaged him. “And look—it’s got different speeds.” A soft whine sounded. “But it doesn’t grunt like you.”

“You are in need of a good, hard spanking, Summer Williams.”

“Okay,” she said. “After we try the toy, and I tie you up.”

Chapter Sixteen

“Summer!” a masculine voice hollered. The angry sound echoed and bounced off the walls in a too-familiar manner.

“Oh, no,” Summer muttered. Somehow, she didn’t think closing her eyes and pretending she was asleep would solve this one.

Nikolai slithered from the bed and pulled an ugly-looking gun from under the bed.

“Don’t go. Did you lock the bedroom door?”

“No.”

“Summer!” The second voice sounded a shade deeper but just as angry.

“Shit, there’s two of them,” Nikolai said, and he grabbed his jeans and yanked them on.

“Unfortunately.”

Nikolai cast her a strange look, but the thump of heavy boots outside the bedroom forestalled his questions.

“Don’t come in!” Summer shrieked. “I don’t have any clothes—”

The door burst open and crashed against the bedroom wall. Two huge men paused at the threshold, and the four of them stared at each other with varying reactions.

“Fuck,” Nikolai said in a fierce undertone.

Summer nodded.

Yep, this was a situation that called for a stronger word than “shit”.

She tugged the covers up to her chin and considered crawling right underneath to hide. She thought about it for all of two seconds and cast away the cowardly idea. Someone needed to referee. She was the lone candidate.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dillon, her oldest brother, roared. He balanced lightly on his toes, his biceps bulging beneath his T-shirt. His dark hair stuck up, appearing as ruffled as his temper.

Josh, her other brother, folded his arms across his broad chest. He didn’t smirk but the glint in his baby-blue eyes said he wanted to. “Oh, it’s obvious what they’ve been doing,” he drawled, confirming her supposition. The louse thought this was funny.

“
Tarei
.” A pulse throbbed at Dillon’s temple, and he looked as if he wanted to haul Nikolai from the room and beat him to a pulp. “Jake said Summer was here. Didn’t expect you too.”

“Sex,” Josh added helpfully.

Summer swallowed despite her best efforts to keep her anxiety contained. Her week just kept getting better. Murder, a little sex and a fistfight chucked in for good measure. She had it all. Who needed to read the Sunday tabloids?

“I don’t want to think about my sister and sex in the same sentence,” Dillon snapped.

“Especially with him.” Josh shifted his weight, and clenched and unclenched his fists. The ever-present humor in his baby-looking face riled Summer. Time to take control.

“Out,” she snapped, trying to ignore the fine tremor of nerves that shook her limbs.

“Fine.” Dillon glared at Nikolai. “He can come with us.”

“I don’t think so,” she returned sweetly. If they laid one hand on Nikolai, so help her… She would Tae Kwon Do her two soldier brothers. “Nikolai stays with me.”