Slave to Love (25 page)

“The things I do for you, woman.”

I can feel the smile on his lips against mine, but I’m greedy, my tongue searching for his with a longing, although it has only been a few days since they last met. So much has happened and the minute our lips engage, I feel this overwhelming urgency. This almost didn’t happen. Sunday’s outcome could have been very different. So, this is a gift and the feeling in my heart surges.

His kisses are making me extremely wet, I need him to know so I press down onto his hand to show him just what he is doing to me. As if knowing exactly what my body is saying it needs next, I feel his fingers slide into me as the heel of his palm continues to apply sublime pressure to my clit. The exploration of his fingers have me out of control, attempting to feverishly ride his hand. When he dips his head and sucks my left nipple into his mouth, I totally fall apart against his palm, shattering into a million pieces. Pressing harder against my orgasm, the rumble continues until I’m wracked with aftershocks, trying to pull away because I can’t take any more.

“Do you really think I won’t satisfy you?” His grin is smug. And covering my body with his, he moves to sucking my right nipple, while pinching and twisting the left. “I have dreamed of these two little witches.”

“They are sluts,” I agree.

“My little sluts. They like me,” he laughs.

“It’s true,” I’m laughing now, “they see you and start showing off.”

Getting off the bed, Hale peels off the scrub pants, revealing a very hard cock under his black boxer briefs. “Are you on anything?”

I nod. And with that the briefs come down and I know that girth is going to feel good, so damn good.

Going back to kneeling between my legs, Hale takes the tip of his cock and rubs it the length of my slit.

Gasping when he applies slight pressure, but doesn’t actually push into me, he looks down on me with a teasing grin, “You just got me nice and wet,” he claims. “I think I’ll do that again.” Slowly he runs the length of his cock along me for another run, this time pressing a little harder as he reaches my opening and just hovering there. Taunting me.

With my feet behind him, I press them into his ass, trying to push him into me, but he presses back.

“So you want me inside you, huh?”

“You are a mean, mean man, Hale Lundström.”

Laughing, “I’m going to have so much fun torturing you. But you’ve had a rough week, so I’ll be nice, this time.” And with a plunge, he is buried deep inside me.

“Yes,” I exclaim, “I have waited way too long for that,” and with my feet, I press him in deeper. “Stay for as long as you’d like.”

“They’re going to have to send a search party,” he laughs.

He hasn’t moved. He’s just inside me, very, very still, holding my hands out to the side and looking down at me, smiling.

“I think you should kiss me.”

“Great minds think alike, because I was just thinking that exact same thing.”

Lowering his head down to mine, he nips at my bottom lip, playfully, then pulls back while I try and lunge for his mouth. With my body pinned under his and my arms restrained out, I don’t make it very far.

“Yup, mean, mean man,” I mutter.

“What did you just say?” And he stabs himself deep into me, a look of satisfaction on his face and a smile in his eyes.

“I said, you should kiss me.”

“Mmm-hmm, yeah, that’s what I thought I heard.” Again his mouth comes down and the minute his tongue is in my mouth, I tighten my muscles around his cock that he’s kept remarkably still. The man has some serious self-control.

“Now that feels good,” he scrapes his teeth along my jaw before claiming my mouth again.

Continuing to squeeze him, I change the tempo up with short fast muscle bursts.

Ending our kiss, Hale looks at me, smiling, “It’s got a good beat and I think I could dance to it. I give it an A.”

I burst out laughing and squeeze him as hard as I can, “Well, then dance.”

“You asked for it.” He starts to pull out of me and I want to scream
no, please stay.
He looks amused at the shock on my face and rams back into me hard, causing a gasp. “Didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you?”

I shake my head, no. “More.” Is my single request.

Pulling my left leg up to his shoulder, his tongue draws a line from the back of my calf to my ankle, where he scrapes his front teeth lightly on the bone.

“Oh my God.” The sensation is exquisite.

Pulling my other leg up, he repeats the process and I think I’m ready for it, but I’m not. With my legs closer together, it feels like electro-shock in all the right places. Slowly, Hale begins to move in and out of me, plowing down. The look in his eyes is tender and now serious after the fun and teasing of foreplay, but there is nothing tender in his driving motion as he gets lost to his own rhythm and sensations. His eyes close and watching his face as he builds toward release is incredibly sexy. I wait for the right moment, when he is truly lost, and bear down upon him, tightening my muscles. His eyes fly open, surprised and I mouth, ‘now’ and nod my head.

And with a groan and a final few thrusts, he is done.

“Wow.” He kisses my left foot.

“Pretty damn good for a first time together.”

“Very damn good,” he concludes, lying down next to me and dragging my head to his chest. “I like the reality.”

“Me too.”

“That was definitely worth the wait, Sierra.”

And I agree. The rapport we built over the months made making love both hotter and more comfortable.

“Have you ever waited for someone before?”

Shaking his head, no. “But there’s never been another you before.”

“You are trouble, Hale Lundström.”

“More than you can imagine, mermaid.”

There’s a note on the nightstand when I wake,
I’m on the other side of the floor in the office. Call or text if you need ANYTHING. I’ll bring in dinner.

The great room in the apartment is expansive. On the dining room table are a bunch of floral arrangements. On the outside of a small white envelope I see my name and realize that the flowers are for me.

The first arrangement is a wicker basket filled with purple and pink flowers, it’s from my mom and my sister. Next is an arrangement of Star Lilies and I know who they are from without even opening the card. Sure enough, Monica and Beverly. Moving down the table is what looks like a harvest centerpiece with a note from Kemp telling me this was the most unique way to get out of work. The last arrangement looks like it’s about three dozen long-stemmed crimson red roses. The message makes me tear up.

Mermaid,

Now that you’re mine.

~ Hale

I’m back in bed napping when he arrives with dinner.

“You hungry?” He pushes the hair gently from my face.

“Starved. And thank you for the beautiful flowers.”

He kisses my forehead and takes me by the hand to the kitchen where he’s got soup set up at two places on the breakfast bar.

“I hope you like Pho.”

“Love it.”

He’s really adept in the kitchen and I’m enjoying watching him take care of me. It’s an odd feeling, mostly because it is so unfamiliar.

“Any news on catching who attacked on Sunday?”

“Not the direct link, but oddly enough several terrorist groups have made claim. People who never should have known anything about the meeting. Intelligence will find the leak.”

“I’m sorry everything got ruined and devastated that people were killed.”

“Me too, but I’ve spoken one-on-one with most of the participants and they all want to move to a next round and keep the work of the group going. I think what happened actually solidified the mission even more for the participants.”

“That is seriously great news.” I run my hand down his forearm. It feels both natural and unnatural touching him, and I immediately decide I need to touch him more so that the feeling won’t seem strange.

“Hey, after we finish, I want you to get back in bed and rest and I’m going to go over to your place to pick up some stuff. We can Facetime so that you can direct me around and tell me what you need.”

“I can go…” I begin to protest.

“Nope. You need to be in bed for the next day or so. Get your sleep. Your body has been through a big trauma, Sierra.” He pauses, “Is there anything in your underwear drawer you don’t want me to see?”

Sputtering soup back into the bowl, “Yes. I’m sure there are a few things.”

His smile is gorgeous and I can see the wolfish light in his eyes.

“Excellent. Well, then I’ll decide which ones should come stay with us.” Reaching forward, he tweaks my nipple through my shirt. His shirt.

Dog.

“Did you bring me anything besides white tank tops and lace underwear?” Looking through this stack, there are no clothes for me to actually step outside the apartment.

“Yeah,” he smiles and holds up my Texas shorts.

“Great,” I’m shaking my head. He didn’t actually bring me any seasonably appropriate clothes. “Hale, it’s fall out there. It’s cold.”

“Who said anything about you going out?” His smile is absolutely predatory, dangerous and hot. “I brought you your laptop, a new cell phone, and I even brought those fall decorations. I would’ve brought your Christmas stuff, but this was all I could fit into the Lotus.”

“No pants? No jeans? My cowboy boots?”

Shaking his head and acting innocent, “Sorry, they didn’t fit into the Lotus.”

“You dog,” I laugh.

“So, it’s been five hours.” He’s very serious again.

“Since what?” I have no idea what he is talking about.

“Since the last time I was inside you.”

And with that, he scoops me up in his arms and starts toward the bedroom.

“I thought you wanted me to rest?”

“I do. That’s why I’m keeping you on your back. I’ll gladly do all the work.”

Placing me on the bed, he works off my underwear, but leaves on the tank top I’ve just changed into.

“Girls, I’m coming for you,” he laughs. “And you’ll be coming soon, too.” Dipping his head, he bites my left nipple through the ribbed material and pinches the right one. “This is just what you’ve wanted, isn’t it,” he’s talking to them. And if they could speak, they would’ve told him that he was doing to them exactly what they’d dreamed about. For months.

Grabbing his free hand, I place it between my legs.

“You’re a wet one.” He smiles and goes back to ravaging my nipple.

“C’mon, touch me. Please.” I beg.

“How close can you get to coming with me just sucking your nipples? I need to know.” The man is dead serious.

“Hale…” I am now officially whining.

“All in good time, little mermaid. How long did you make me wait for?” He raises his brows. “Months. You tortured me for months.”

“Was I worth the wait?” He’s got to know how torn I was the whole time, not wanting to compromise my values, yet wanting to explore with him an intimacy I’d never craved with another.

“More than I could’ve ever imagined.” Stripping off his pants and underwear. “I lied about keeping you on your back.”

Pulling me into his lap, he lowers me onto his waiting cock, filling me as he pushes me down his length. We’re face to face and I put a hand on each scruff-covered cheek and lean forward to kiss him. No games, no amusing answers. He returns my kiss with the fervor to make me moan as I start to slowly move up and down on him.

Without our lips breaking, the motion intensifies, his hands now on my hips driving the pace. He’s not being gentle with me and I know this one is for him, a release of the past few months and probably even more so, the past few days. Leaning forward into him I find the spot that’s going to get me off fast.

“Oh God, Hale,” I repeat.

“That’s right, baby, just let go.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Haaaaaale.” Losing all control, I’m clinging to him, riding him, slamming my body onto his. It’s not enough. It’s too much. I don’t want it to end as I melt into him, shattered and spent.

Taking my face in his hands. “You amaze me. And as far as being worth the wait. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Sierra. A few months more was nothing.”