HeroAdrift_PRC (6 page)

"I want to be inside you tonight when I come," he murmured.

Abby smiled up at him. "Sounds like just what I had in mind."

She laced the fingers of her right hand with his left and pulled him down on the bed. He stretched flat on his back and she helped him finish removing his underwear. When Oliver was naked, his cock rising proudly towards his abdomen, she moved off the bed to stand beside it. She could feel the hot lick of desire from his gaze as it passed over her and she shivered.

Slowly she lowered first one strap of her dress, then the second. She could feel the way her breasts were swelling and knew he could see the outline of her nipples in the fabric draped over her. Keeping her movements slow, when what Abby really wanted was to tear her clothes off and be as naked as him, was one of the hardest things she'd ever done.

Anticipation is sweet she believed, so she stripped for him, making each moment last as long as she could. By the time she was down to her black g-string bikini panties, she was panting like she'd just run a marathon, even though she'd hardly moved. She had a bit of satisfaction when she saw the rapid rise and fall of his chest indicating he was just as breathless as she.

"Surprise," she said. "Do you like them?"

"Hell, yeah," Oliver said. His hand reached for her and a finger stroked down the line of the panties, lingering on the edge that barely covered her thatch. She was already wet and wondered if he would be able to get his fingers inside her pussy from this position.

"Come closer, darlin'," he murmured.

Abby moved to obey and climbed on bed on top of him, her bent legs around his knees. She was sitting on his thighs and, for a moment, wondered if that would be uncomfortable for him, but the look in his eyes told her otherwise. He used both hands now, his left caressing her breasts, circling first one nipple, then the other. With his right hand, he continued tracing the outline of her pussy.

Her body was reacting with pleasure. Both her nipples were almost painfully hard and she could feel her cream easing its way past her enlarged lips and dampening the cloth of her panties.

Finally he slipped one finger inside her lips, and she cried out at the delight coursing through her. When he added a second large finger, she came like she was a rocket being fired through the air.

She was hardly down from that first high when he removed his fingers and pulled her higher on his body. He shucked the panties off her hips and pulled them down as far as her knees, then lifted her up a bit and fit her down over his cock. The feeling of his large, pulsing organ inside a tunnel still shivering from her first orgasm was almost overwhelming to her. But her muscles quickly adjusted, knowing another round of delight was waiting on the horizon.

She braced her hands on his chest and began to ride him slowly, up and down, then switching the motion so she was rotating her hips. His hips begin to dance as well, first countering and then completing each motion she made.

"You feel so damn good," he gasped. "I love everything about you. I will never have enough of you."

She gasped at his words and felt as one with Oliver. She let her hands slide further up his chest until her hips were tilted forward and her face was level with his. The position tilted them so the angle of his cock and her pelvis gave them the deepest penetration. It also meant that every forward thrust and retreat sent pulses of pleasure arrowing into her sweetest spot of pleasure.

It was as if they were in a warm, glowing bubble where time stood still, where the world stopped, where they were concerned only with the pleasure each was feeling and sending it back to the other doubled and tripled in intensity.

She felt his release at the same moment as hers crested.

"I love you," she cried as she felt his seed rush from him.

"You are so beautiful, you know?"

She didn't know how long it took her to reach the point of speech, but she knew, when she was finally able to mutter the words, they were still entwined. Her head was against his neck and her lips were able to nibble on his strong breastbone without any effort. She could feel their come leaking out of her pussy, but didn't feel any embarrassment, just complete fulfillment.

He grunted. "Just what a guy wants to hear."

"It should be. Not just beautiful on the outside, but here as well." Now Abby's hand and mouth moved back up his chest and hovered over where his heart beat. "You know, when I said you're a hero, that's what I was talking about. You have this amazing heart, this amazing capacity to care."

He placed a finger under her chin and raised her face so she was looking into his eyes rather than at his chest. "You should know. Your heart is much stronger than mine."

Abby shook her head. "No. I jumped in after one boy. You jump in after hundreds. Day after day."

Oliver frowned. "I can't save them all." He released a long, shuddering breath. "I haven't saved them all. Not even close. In Miami I started believing my own hype."

She was silent for a moment, waiting for him to finish.

"Just before the last operation in Miami, my crew and I had rescued this family during a hurricane. I don't know why, but we became media darlings. Other crews out of our station rescued people, but there was something about this one family that made everyone call us heroes. It was heady, a rush.

"So when the chance came to take down a drug dealer bringing in a large shipment of cocaine, I...we took risks we shouldn't have. The result was I got shot and my crew was lost. I took a demotion from Lieutenant to Petty Officer after the whole thing."

He paused as if he expected her to say something derogatory. She wouldn't oblige him.

"Did the Coast Guard want to strip you of your rank?" she asked, keeping her anger at the system under wraps.

"No, no. They wanted to give me a medal because I got the drug dealer. He lived and is in prison. But I lost the rest of my crew."

She nodded and kissed his neck gently. "Oh, I see."

His hand, which had been rubbing up and down her spine, stopped.

"No, I don't think you do see. I lost four good men and women. They were the heroes, not me. I saved a crook and sacrificed friends. That isn't heroic, that's idiotic."

Abby could tell he was still wrapped in his grief from the incident. And no wonder. But perhaps what he needed wasn't more sympathy, but a good old-fashioned kick in the butt.

"Oh, I see. So you equate heroism with Godliness."

He paused. She could tell he was a bit taken aback by her words.

"No. But don't you think being a hero has responsibility? Don't you think a hero should save everyone?"

Abby hummed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly against her. "Of course not. No one could. You're human. You did the best you could in the situation and you've bled for every friend you've lost. You've mourned for each of them. That's what makes you a true hero."

He hugged her back and kissed her as well. "You make me almost believe it."

"Good. Maybe if I keep saying it for the next hundred years, you'll truly believe it."

He smiled. "That sounds about right. Because I'm not going to let you go for at least the next hundred years."

"Aye, aye, sir."

"Life is a smorgasbord of men. I believe in diving in like a starving woman hitting an all-you-can-eat buffet!

"Seriously, I love men and have been fortunate enough to work, and play (thank God) with some of the most intriguing ones on this fair earth. There's a little piece of each one in every hero I create. I've had all manner of odd jobs, such as waitress, cook and bottle washer for an all-night dive, truck driver, and, of course, writer. I write erotic romances because it's much more fun to keep the bedroom door wide open.

"My philosophy in life is simple. Love what you do and who you're with and they'll love you in return. Come and join me as I dive into the next delicious dessert."

Clay Fife has been in a rut. Vacationing in a small western New York town is a big mistake, until he sees a sculpture that will make a mint for his gallery and put the spark back in his life. He doesn't count on the artist being difficult, however. Sure, it's strange to make winner-take-all bets, but Clay has never been a loser and doesn't plan on starting now.

Edi Raines has a bone to pick with Clay, even though he doesn't remember it. And if she can help him find his way back to his roots, even better. But the bet she makes on a whim may end up costing her more than she can pay...