Authors: Chloe Cole
Tags: #romance, #erotic, #anthology, #short stories, #contemporary, #erotic romance, #anthologies, #secrets
Cade actually rolled his
eyes. “Sure thing. I keep ‘em right next to my bait box for random
sex partners in the cabin no one but you knows about.”
Trina fisted the collar of
his T-shirt, pulling him over her until their faces were barely an
inch apart. “Then get my pants, Evigan, or so help me, I’m going
Lorena Bobbit on your ass.”
“
That wouldn’t remotely
solve your problem, Tee.” How did he do this? The more he knew she
wanted him, the more leisurely he became, drawing out the pleasure
until she was a whimpering puddle of desperate hormones. Which just
made her want him more.
She snarled. “Do I look like
I care about
solving
anything?”
His gaze actually traveled
over her completely disheveled appearance before meeting her stare
again as if he’d had to think about it. “But if I get the condoms,
I’m going to fuck you.”
“
I know.” That was kind of
the idea.
“
I haven’t sucked your
nipples yet.” God, did he have to say that in his deep, sex-laden
growl? With his spare hand slipping beneath the open shirt to pluck
one of said nipples?
“
Since when do you got a
problem with multi-tasking?” Because he seemed to be doing a bang
up job at the moment. She could practically hear the twang of her
entire body with each pluck and flick.
“
I’ve had to wait three
months to get my hands on you again,” he ground out, for the first
time since the couch showing his frustration. “All the while you’ve
been chipping away at me. Picking. Trying to dig your way past my
guard and you’re finally here, in my bed, and I don’t have a damn
thing to feel guilty about. Do you really think I’m going to let
you rush it?”
Slow
? With
Cade
?
She’d be dead from dehydrated satisfaction before he even rolled
the condom on. She whimpered at the thought.
“
Now I’m starting right
here.” He added a third finger to his thrusting invasion,
stretching her nearly to the thickness of him she remembered. “If I
want to work my way down your legs or head up to your breasts, I
will. If I want to flip you over and ride your ass all the way down
to Mexico, I will. And
you
are going to calm the hell down and let us enjoy
it.”
“
And if I just want you
inside me?” she asked, interrupting what she was sure was going to
turn into a tirade worthy of a Shakespearean troupe. “If I just
want to feel you again? To not think about anything but how right
it feels when you’re part of me?”
His mild frown darkened into
a scowl. Suspicion colored his chocolaty irises, feathering over
his entire face.
Oooh, the armor is
chipping…
“
Don’t you remember how good
it felt?” She closed that small gap between them, gliding her lips
over his. Licking them and tasting that hint of herself there
before letting her own voice drop to a huskier level. “The way you
filled me up? How tight I was around you while you fucked me until
I didn’t remember my own name?”
But she’d known his name.
Her cries of it had echoed on that mountain road so loud that she
swore she still heard them every time she’d ridden through
since.
“
Damn it, Trina.” But he was
saying it against her lips, kissing her back. His mouth fitting to
hers, his tongue in her mouth where she could suck on it and remind
him of other things she was good at. And he let her do it, let her
draw him in and lave him and stroke him and
suck
.
He yanked back, practically
dropping her back to the bed. “Shit, where the hell are those
pants?”
He made short work of
finding the pile of dusty white leathers by the couch and yanking
out the precious little packets. His hot gaze found hers again as
he stripped right there, leaving his sweats and her pants in a
tangled mess. His shirt went next, falling onto the couch,
instantly forgotten. Who cared about it when there was a nearly six
and a half foot tall work of art headed her way with a cock that
had her mouth and her pussy watering all over again?
She let her gaze eat him up.
His golden skin, the chiseled muscle he’d earned with years of
brutal dedication to his military training. Would he let her trace
her tongue down the trail of dark hair that started just above his
belly button, growing in an ever thickening path down to where his
sex jutted out insistently? A two-hand man, she thought with a
lascivious grin, watching it bob with each step closer to her he
came. Because she could fist both hands around the shaft at the
same time and still have room to aim the plum colored head right
into her mouth.
Next time, she decided, when
Cade made it back to her, his face in determined lines. He wasn’t
coming to play like he’d been before and God help her, she felt
herself cream more just from the thought. He took hold of her legs,
spinning her so that her ass came right to the edge of the bed, her
knees on either side of his hips. He claimed her mouth, one
hand cupping her jaw, while the other lifted her knee, opening her
and sliding his length right up through her folds. The ridge
stroked her, making her gasp against his kiss. Back and forth he
shuttled, until her gasps became sighs and her sighs became pants.
She reached her hand down to grip him, his slick flesh pumping
through her fist harder with each pass. Much more of this and she’d
come again. Hard.
“
Condom,” he commanded and
she didn’t care if she hopped to. She blindly sought the packet at
her side, finding the strip of them and tearing one open. He let go
of her face to help her guide the latex down his length, then
together, they both worked him into her hot channel.
She stopped breathing, not
sure if her heart was still beating, until he sank fully into her.
They stared silently into each other’s eyes, all trace of play
gone. She lay back into the blankets, the white shirt falling open
over her, while he withdrew. Just as careful, he pushed back in to
the hilt, sending so many sensations through her she didn’t know
how to process them. All she knew anymore was that his hands were
locked on her hips and she was full of him. Again he pulled back,
driving forward faster, each thrust picking up just that little bit
more speed. Depth. Power. Until he was pulling her down to grind
her clit against his body.
Throwing her own arms over
her head, Katrina finally closed her eyes and gave in completely to
the onslaught of his rapid thrusts. And when he curved over her,
his tongue laving her left nipple, sucking the tip deep into his
mouth, she was lost.
It was the whimper, she
figured, that finally took him from his steady rhythm. From his
control. As soon as it passed her lips, he froze for an entire
second. And then all hell broke loose.
Wild, bucking thrusts
bounced her while his hands anchored her to him. Breath stolen,
tension building, Trina looked up and saw him, raw and uninhibited.
Cheeks flushed, skin covered in a gleaming sheen, every powerful
muscle flexing in silent concert. Masculine beauty, intensity she
could feel on her skin, in her core. So much power, but none of it
used to hurt her, only to bring them both pleasure. The waves of
that flowed through her, every stroke a rapid fire explosion until
she was nothing but heightened need. Tightening.
Coiling.
“
Cade,” she whispered,
reaching for his hand.
Just like every other time
she reached for him, he caught her.
That final touch and she
burst, the orgasm crashing through her like sea waves. One after
another, bombarding her, and through it all, he held on. Long after
the clenching muscles of her core dragged him with her into
oblivion, he held onto her. Her center in the blinding
maelstrom.
Finally, he fell to the
mattress next to her, still buried inside her with what seemed to
be absolutely no interest in leaving. She had just enough energy to
nudge his shoulder.
“
You should…take off the
condom.”
Eyes still closed, he hugged
her closer. “Uh-uh. I let you go, you’ll find a way to run for
it.”
She chuckled, however
pathetic a laugh it was. “Oh, like I can use my legs after that.”
It was hard enough to use her mouth, much less her
limbs.
“
Nope. There’s no way to
prove you won’t make a run for it now that you’ve gotten what you
wanted out of me.”
She wished he didn’t have a
damn good reason for feeling that way. But at least she did have
one thing in her favor. “I can guarantee you I won’t leave this
time, Cade.”
“
Yeah, how’s
that?”
“
Simple,” she replied,
pressing a kiss to his damp chest. “There’s still two condoms
left.”
It took him a few seconds,
but his eyes finally opened. “Fine, but if you so much as twitch
from this spot, I’m fucking you until you need a wheelchair.” He
seemed to think about that for a moment before kissing her again,
hard and fast, then getting up. “And for God’s sake, woman, after
all you’ve put me through, you’d damn well better
twitch.”
She was still laughing when
he got back.
She was purring
again.
Cade opened his eyes, only
the barest amount, because if this was a dream, he didn’t want to
wake up yet.
Nope, she was really there.
Parked between his outstretched legs, black hair spilling over his
belly and hips, her mouth wrapped around his cock.
Purring.
Soft hands caressed his sac,
gripped his shaft and basically uncorked his brain. Or maybe that
happened because her tongue wrapped around the head while she
sucked him down. Then she really got determined because she drove
down deeper, pushing him past the squeezing pressure at the back of
her mouth…into her throat.
He said something
unintelligible. Or maybe he roared it, he couldn’t be sure. He just
knew he grabbed a hold of her hair while she kept making that noise
all around his cock. He tried to pull back, but she wasn’t having
it. She followed, pushing him deeper still, rising once for a
breath then taking him farther than before.
Vicious pleasure knifed down
every single one of his nerve endings, searing in its intensity and
he knew, just knew, if he didn’t get her off in the next half
second he was going to die coming down her throat.
She came off him with a pop
and a giggle, damn her, flying up onto his chest hard enough to
push the air out of them both.
Which didn’t stop her from
laughing. “Awww, lover, I was just getting somewhere.”
He gripped her ass tight,
steering her to a safe position higher on his belly. Unfortunately
for him, she was hot and wet against his skin and his control
skidded further from his grip. “You have two-tenths of a second to
find a condom or what you’ll be getting is pregnant.”
Her yelp—had to be from the
threat of pregnancy because really, she should have known he’d
shift his hand over that taut ass and sink his fingers into
her—wrestled a tight smile out of him. Well, that and the string of
swear names she called him while simultaneously trying to reach the
condoms at the foot of the bed and not shift too far from his
pumping fingers.
He knew she got them when
she pulled off him. Quick as a flash, the latex rolled over him and
the tight glove of her pussy settled over him. “You sure you’re
okay for this?”
Quite possibly the most
painful question he’d ever asked in his life.
She sort of nodded, eyes
closed as she sank all the way down his length.
His urgency didn’t fade, but
for an endless moment, he could only stare at her. Passion stained
cheeks, lips still swollen and wet from sucking him, her hair
falling wildly around her shoulders… She was the most beautiful
thing he’d ever seen in his life and for this second, this single
breath in time, she was his.
As if she could hear his
thoughts, her eyes opened; sleepy and tempestuous. Challenging. He
found himself rising to it, levering his torso up as far as he
could, meeting her lips in a slow, almost chaste kiss. He cupped
her face into his hand, their tongues meeting in a careful
exploration. Making the most of a moment so perfect, so absolutely
right, he knew it couldn’t last.
She shifted, her hips
rocking lightly, and it disappeared beneath a tidal wave of need.
Need to claim her. To please her. To love her.
He fell back to his elbows,
thrusting upward while she ground down. He couldn’t stop, each lift
rougher, more desperate. Wild little cries bounced out of her,
especially when he took hold of her hips and really started
pounding into her. Her own hands grasped her breasts, pulling at
her nipples while her head fell back and her hair swung everywhere.
It brushed the tops of his thighs and that was all it took. He
ground as high into her as he could, yanking her mouth to his while
she screamed her own orgasm, her body shuddering against him,
around him, milking his cock of everything it had to give and his
heart of everything it had left inside it.
He let go, both of them
breathing hard, eyes still closed, heartbeats still racing. Let go
completely, because he had no way to hold it in any longer. She
owned him, body and soul, broken spirit and sundered will. All he
was. Forever.