Keep Me (Shelter Me #3) (18 page)

She hesitates for a moment, then she drops them down to her side. She blows a puff of air out, not saying a word.

“I’m going to lift you up now,” I tell her, feeling the need to warn her before I do.

One arm goes under her legs, the other around the middle of her back. I lift her swiftly off of the floor and into my arms.

“I’m not sure I like this, Mr. Control Freak.”

Her smart ass mouth has me laughing as I make my way down the hall toward the kitchen. Her arms wrap around my neck.

“Trust me, you won’t be saying that in about five minutes when my mouth is buried deep in your sweet tasting pussy.”

“Oh,” she says with a sharp intake of breath, squirming a little in my arms.

“‘Oh’ is right, Firecracker.”

I set her down in the middle of my kitchen table.

“That’s cold,” she frowns, wiggling her ass.

“You’ll be warm in a minute.”

She feels around, her knuckles knocking on the wooden surface.

“Is this the kitchen table?”

“It is. I’m going to lay you back, babe.”

I grab a handful of her breast, which causes her to squeak. Guiding her down with my arm under her neck, I ease her down until her head lays on the table. I make quick work of adjusting her hair, fanning it all around her. Taking a step back, I admire the best thing I have ever seen spread out on any fucking table, ever.

“Antonio?” she calls out.

“Right here. Let me get something real quick. Don’t move.”

I find what I need in the kitchen and heat it in the microwave just a little past room temperature. Fucking perfect.

“I’m not doing anything unless you tell me what the hell you have planned.”

Tsk, tsk. Someone sounds a little touchy. I know just the way to shut her up.

“Firecracker, I told you telling was over, it’s showing time. Now lift your bottom so I can get rid of these sexy little panties.”

“You said it was show time? Well, I want to watch,” she says insistently.

I swear to God, I should have gagged her with this tie instead of blindfolding her. I growl.

“Oh, my God. Did you just growl at me?” she laughs.

“I did. Now lift your ass, damn it.”

Her stomach sucks in from her giggles but she does lift her ass like she is told. I shimmy those sexy as fuck panties all the way down her long ass legs, tossing them over my shoulder. I pull out a chair and fucking hell, I am staring right at God’s greatest creation. Her pink pussy glistens with wetness. There is no way in hell I am not going to be able to take not being inside her. Showing just got a hell of a lot more exciting, I think to myself as I pull my sweatpants down, freeing my cock. I raise myself up and spread her legs, crawling up her body.

“You really want to watch?” I ask, my mouth a hairsbreadth from hers.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Then watch, baby.”

Chapter Nineteen

Shelby

I’m unraveling trying to bring myself under control, to be able to clear my head, to focus on Antonio and the way he sets me ablaze the minute his hands touch me. When he pulls the tie off and my eyes adjust to the light, his heavy lids are dark, glistening with need when they meet mine. The electric charge, the anticipation, has me so eager for him. His arm reaches across my stomach, dipping his fingertips into a small glass bowl.

“I’m hungry. Open up, Shelby.”

I part my lips, oh so ready for him to touch me anywhere. Antonio spreads the warm, sticky liquid across my bottom lip. I lick it with the tip of my tongue. Syrup.

When our lips finally touch, Antonio makes a meal out of my mouth, licking, lavishing, and controlling our kiss in a way he has never kissed me before. I feel it, his outburst of love as he unhurriedly makes love to my mouth. It’s there, right there on the edge- those three magic words. I’ll wait though, until the time is right. I don’t want him to think I am saying them in the throes of passion. But my ‘I love you’ plays on repeat over and over in my mind. I could just stay here the rest of the day and let him kiss me like this. He stops, though, leaving me in misery, and an ache for him like never before.

“Lie back, beautiful.”

I’m being worshipped so tenderly. Antonio’s domineering ways from just a few moments ago are gone. In front of me now is a man who feels the same way for me as I do for him. I know he does, he is looking at me the same way Adam looks at my sister. My head falls back, my heart clenches with more than the tightness and ache between my legs.

A smile sweeps across my sticky lips. Antonio’s face changes with every blink, from lust, to adoration, to craving. With the first sensual drip of syrup down the middle of my stomach, all the way to the top of my pubic bone, my back arches off the table.

“I’m going to lick you everywhere.”

And shit in a hand basket, he does. Every blow, every kiss, scrape of his tongue over my stomach, down to my pussy and back up to the tip of my bra has me screaming out his name more times than I can count. He fondles the front clasp of my bra, unhooking and exposing my breasts.

My nipples are hard and already swollen before he drizzles the warm syrup over them. His mouth attaches to each one for long, torturous minutes. He’s on a no holds barred mission to make me crumble, my core is soaked from the commanding way he has taken control of me. The buildup is right there on the cusp of ripping through me when he stops, making me whimper.

“Nooo!” I scream.

He chuckles.

“No, Firecracker. When you fall over the edge, it needs to be in my mouth.”

Fucking hell, I am so lost in what he is doing to me. It’s like he has me spellbound.

“Ohh,” I squeak out when I feel the first dribble of syrup flow down the center of my pussy.

“‘Oh’ is right. If you could see how wet and ready you are for me right now. Jesus Christ, Shelby. The more turned on you get, the pinker this beautiful pussy gets.”

Holy mother of God. His words alone can make me come. His head dips, and he sucks wildly on my bud.

“This clit is blossoming.”

I can’t take anymore. I come and I do it hard, screaming his name as he sends my body soaring into oblivion. The way his languorous mouth is lapping up and down my walls, my hands tighten into fists. I need to touch him. Sitting upright as much as I can, I see nothing but his thick, dark hair begging me to grip it and pull his face into me as far as I can, so I do. I grab it hard and thrust myself into him, attentively watching him.

“Fuck!” he growls.

“Come again, Shelby. I need to taste more. Give me all you’ve got.”

I’m caught off balance by his words. My body is telling me to come again, my brain is telling me to have him stick his glorious cock deep inside of me and fuck me like he wants to. He has me stark raving mad with need for him. At this point I don’t care if I can’t walk or even move for the next damn week. I need him in me.

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

Sheen of moisture runs over his mouth and down his chin as he lifts his head. My throbbing pussy misses his mouth the instant he pulls away.

“Are you sure?”

His concern for me makes my love for him climb to the top of the scale, putting my head in the clouds.

“Yes. I’m positive. I need this just as much as you do.”

“I would love nothing more than to bend you over and drive myself inside you. Right now.”

He jumps up from his chair, shoving it backward. I’ve been so punch drunk on what he has been doing to me I never even noticed his sweats were off, but I definitely notice now. His God-given huge, talented dick is straining, a sheen of his pre-cum covering the tip, wet and gleaming, veins bulging, hard, and all mine. My gut reaction is to reach out and lick it. He doesn’t give me time to do any of that as his smoldering grip on my hips has me flipped over on my hands and knees, ass jutting in the air.

“Move back just a little toward the edge.”

I shuffle back, my feet dangling off the edge.

“Perfect, baby.”

“I want you so badly,” I sigh, straining my neck over my shoulder to get a better view.

“Oh, you’re going to have me, all right. Better yet... I am going to have you.”

He viciously smashes himself into me, stretching me wide. I scream his name to the top of my lungs as he inexorably starts moving in and out of me in a beast-like way.

“You’ve got a sweet, sexy ass, Shelby.”

I cannot speak. Only hear, only feel with each thrust of his cock, his balls slapping against me. When his hand comes down and smacks my ass, an all-consuming orgasm jolts through me from out of nowhere, the sweet sting causing me to buck my hips back and him to still his ruthless pounding.

“Fuck me!”

I unleash so many swear words I cannot keep track. I’ve just been introduced to the world of multiple orgasms when this one rips from my core to my toes as I flex them and prepare to ride it out. I’m not given that chance, either, as Antonio rolls his hips, thrusting into me a few more times, all the while telling me over and over again how much… what? Did I just hear him correctly? I’m losing my mind, swear I am.

“Shelby!” he shouts hoarsely as he explodes inside of me.

His arms snake around my waist and lift me off of the table. I hate losing the feeling of him inside of me. Both of us breathe heavier than if we just ran a marathon, sprinting the last mile as fast as we could go. He rests his head on my shoulder and I am shocked again as he whispers in my ear.

“I love you, Shelby Morris. I’m in love with you.”

I zone in on the white snow covering the ground, the trees bare of their leaves, through the window in the kitchen where a man, no not any man,
Antonio
, just told me he loved me. I wasn’t imagining those words falling from his lips. He said them and he said them again while holding me firmly against him.

Never in my life did I ever think I would hear someone tell me they loved me and truly mean it, especially after everything he knows about me. The one thing I cannot give him. My hand flies up to my necklace, gripping it tight. I feel my mother, my father, and my grandparents. All of them here with me, rejoicing with me in my happiness as I sit wrapped up in the arms of the man I thought I would never have, could never have.

“Say it again.”

Antonio changes our positions by whirling me around, chest to chest, deep breath to deep breath. Our eyes meet, his greens carrying a glint in them, mine holding back the happy tears that so desperately want to fall. A smile spreads across his face as he studies the depth of my features. Leaning closer he takes my face in one hand, grips my waist with the other.

“I love you, Shelby. All of you. I love how we can make each other laugh, I love your strength, your determination, your mind. When I say I love you, I mean I love every part of you.”

The waterworks start to flow. There is no way I could stop them even if I tried. Each and every tear is swept away with the swipe of his thumbs when both of them cup my cheeks.

“I- I love you, too.”

My words come out through my choked up sobs.

“Yeah?” he asks with a smile.

“Yeah.”

Antonio and I stand in his kitchen for several more minutes, kissing in between my crying. The day’s events have downright wiped me out. By the time I am out of the shower, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, he has lunch made.

“We should probably turn our phones back on, don’t you think?” I say after taking the last bite of my turkey and Swiss sandwich.

“No. Not unless you want to. Me, I would prefer to stay right here beside the woman I love. Better yet, I want to take you upstairs and show you the view of the lake. Come on.”

Taking my hand in his, he kisses the inside of my wrist before pulling me up off the couch into his arms.

“Wow. This view is heart-stoppingly beautiful.”

Icebergs are everywhere. Some of them small, some big with a bluish color.

“The temps have been record-breaking here this year, so more ice than usual has formed on the lake than normal. Once the ice starts to thaw and you’re able to see the water beyond the ice, it’s even more of a spectacular view. One of the reasons I bought this land and built this room up here was for the view. Not only for the winter but the summer, too.”

The intonation in his wording tells me he may spend a lot of time in this room. I lay my head back on his shoulders, reveling in the feeling of being enraptured in his strong arms.

“What’s the name of your boat?”

His wry laugh piques my curiosity.

“You really want to know?”

I nod my head with a quiet laugh matching his.

“
Playboy
.”

“Why doesn’t a name like that surprise me?” I smile, feeling his body shake as he continues his silent laughter.

“Every time Dad comes up here to go fishing, he gives me shit about the name. Now I have a reason to change it.” He nibbles on my ear. “Bella Petardo sounds like a good name to me, don’t you think?”

His tongue swipes my inner lobe, sending shivers coursing down my spine.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No.”

“I don’t want you to change the name of your boat. Leave it. You can just be my playboy.”

“Hmm. Is that right? Well, in that case, if I’m your playboy, then that makes you my playgirl, which means I can play with you anytime I want.”

“And you call me a smart ass.”

He twirls me around in his arms when all of a sudden, my mind registers my surroundings.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim.

“What?”

Stepping around him, my mouth drops to the floor.

“What the hell? I cannot believe I missed all of this!” I throw my arms out to gesture around me. “This is one kick ass room, Antonio.”

“Have Lucy and Sierra seen this?”

“They have. In fact this is the room they demand to sleep in.”

My excitement shines bright thinking of how much the girls love baseball, or any sport for that matter, now that the two of them are surrounded by a die-hard sports family. Swimming is their favorite sport, but one thing I do know about the Schavone family is they love their Detroit Tigers.

This room is remarkable. Baseball jerseys hang on the bright blue, orange, and white walls. Every wall is covered with pictures of Detroit Tigers players, Detroit mirrors, baseballs encased in glass containers. There is also a large Detroit Tigers carpet, but what really catches my eye is the mural on the far left wall of Tigers’ stadium with a giant flat screen television right in the center of the field. I move toward the wall in front of me, admiring every piece of paraphernalia I can. I don’t know shit about baseball, but this part of Antonio fascinates me.

“Did you play baseball?” I ask as I study a picture signed by a Detroit player who has his arm around two young boys who I know are Antonio and Luke.

“I did, in high school. First base.”

“That’s amazing. This whole room is amazing.”

I continue on inspecting every piece I can. The plush blue couch and matching chairs with orange decorative pillows are striking, centered in front of the television.

“I’ve never been to a ball game before; in fact, I have never been to any sporting event, except Lucy’s swim meets.”

My hands graze across the top of the plush couch before I plop my butt down and sigh at how comfortable it is. As soon as my head hits the back of the couch, my exhaustion kicks in. Antonio sits beside me.

“You tired?”

“Very.”

I stretch my arms up over my head and yawn.

“Come here, then.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m cradled in his arms with his front against my back. He pulls a big bright orange, blue and white blanket off the back of the couch and covers both of us up. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is hearing the words, ‘I love you’.