King's Passion (18 page)

“Ah. Looks like somebody is about to come,” Victoria teased. “Is that what you're about to do, sweetheart?” She leaned forward so that she could ease his glossy cock in between her breasts. Once she had him snuggled between her full D-cups, she pressed her hands on either side of her breasts and squeezed them together. When she started sliding them up and down, Eamon's breathing became chaotic and pearl-shaped drops of pre-cum oozed from the head of his cock and drizzled down like cake icing onto her caramel-colored breasts, making them look like a beautiful erotic dessert.

“Aw. Yeah. You're about to come,” Victoria teased. “Aren't you, sweetheart? But, you know, maybe I should stop.” And she did. “I mean. You're always playing too much,” she said thoughtfully.

Eamon's eyes doubled in size. “N-no. No I don't.”

She cocked her head. “I don't know if you deserve to come.”

“W-what? Stop playing.”

“Oh. But I thought you liked playing.” She slid her breasts down for one good stroke and then stopped again. “Isn't that what you like to do?”

Eamon tried to cheat by thrusting his hips, but when he did that she removed her breasts from his cock. “Wait.
Where are you going?” he asked, sounding like a man disoriented with fever.

“What? You want something?”

“Aw. Don't do this.”

A smile exploded across her face. “Don't do what, baby?”

“All right. All right. I'll stop playing so much.”

She hitched up a brow. “Is that right?” She eased him back in between her breasts for another breaststroke. “Is that a promise?”

Eamon sighed with instant relief.

“So from now on you're going to stop when I tell you to?”

He moaned as his eyes fluttered closed.

She stopped. “I asked you a question.”

His eyes flew open. “Yes. Yes!”

“It looks like we have ourselves a deal.” She gave him a few more breaststrokes before adding, “I think that deserves something a little extra special.”

Eamon hardly had time to process what she said before she leaned her head down and stretched her mouth over the head of his cock.

Every ounce of air flew out of Eamon's lungs, partly because he was surprised and partly because of the feeling of glorious ecstasy. In the four months that they had been together, he had never asked or expected her to reciprocate his love of oral sex. He just assumed that was something that she wasn't into and accepted it. But now feeling his cock gliding back and forth in her warm mouth was damn near bringing tears to his eyes.

Her breasts sprung away from his shaft while she adjusted herself so that she had more room to suck him deeper. Occasionally, he would hit the back of her throat and he would hear her gag a bit, but that didn't stop her flow.

In no time at all, Eamon's nut was rushing through him like a freight train. He bolted upright and then tried to pull her loving mouth away so that he could have just a little bit of time to slow the train down. But it was far too late. A bright, white light flashed before his eyes, momentarily blinding him as a roar tore through his throat.

Victoria's lips popped off his cock just as he exploded like a volcano.

“Oh, God.” He shuddered and then plopped back down onto the bed, trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and must've dozed off for a second because the next thing he knew Victoria was lovingly cleaning him up with a warm wet towel.

“That was amazing,” he praised.

Victoria smiled and climbed up to snuggle next to him. “I'm glad that you enjoyed it, but I'm holding you to our deal.”

“What deal was that?” he asked, faking amnesia.

That just got him a hard slap on the chest. “Play if you wanna, but that will be the last blow job you get from me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She reached over for a pillow and then smacked him dead in the face.

“All right, now. Go ahead with that.”

Pow!

“Say something else slick,” she dared, smiling.

“Please. I know you can't resist all this sexy chocolate.” He stretched his chest and tried to flex his muscles.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Oh, brother, please.”

Eamon curled toward her and peppered kisses along her neck. “All I have to say is Princess, baby. Can Daddy come play in your funhouse?”

She giggled, mainly because he was being silly and his lips tickled.

“You know what you're going to say?” he asked and then started mimicking a female voice. “Oh, sure, Big Daddy. You can come play.”

Victoria howled. “Please. I don't talk like that.”

“Go ahead and say it. “‘Oh, sure, Big Daddy.'”

Still laughing, she weakly pushed him away.

Eamon remained persistent. “C'mon. Say it.”

“No. Stop.”

“I'm not going to leave you alone until you say it.” Then he got her with a sneak attack by tickling her sides.

Victoria screamed and lost her grip on her pillow. After that, Eamon was straddling her again while he tickled her mercilessly.

“I'm waiting. Say it.”

She held out for as long as she could, but it came down to making a decision between being able to breathe or winning this silly standoff. “All right!
Oh, Big Daddy.
”

“No. No. Say it right.”

“Oh, sure, Big Daddy—Oh. I can't breathe.”

“Oh, sure, Big Daddy what?” he asked, refusing to give an inch.

“Y-you can come play in my funhouse.”

Finally he stopped tickling her sides and pumped his fist into the air. “Now who's the King?”

Victoria pulled in a deep breath, grabbed a pillow and then swung it so hard, it knocked him back over to his side. “Big jerk.”

He laughed and pulled her back up against him. “Yeah, but you
love
this big jerk, don't you?”

It wasn't a question that he'd meant to ask, but there it was—hanging in the air between them. For a few seconds, though, it felt like a lifetime as they stared and searched
into each other's eyes. He didn't even realize that he was holding his breath while he waited for an answer.

“Yes,” she said. “I do.”

She loves me.

E
amon really knew that he was in trouble. The only thing was he couldn't figure out whether it was the good kind of trouble or the bad. He had focused his entire adult life trying to succeed in businesses that, at times, even he thought were impossible. During those years, he believed that the kind of love he had experienced with Karen so many years ago was something that could only happen maybe once in a lifetime—and that was if you were lucky. Most of the evidence around him supported that theory. There were some exceptions. For example: his parents. Even then it was easy to ascribe their marital bliss to their being part of a different generation.

It had taken so long for him to recover from that devastating heartbreak over Karen that he just couldn't ever see it happening again.
Just like Quentin.
Eamon dragged in a deep breath and shook his head. Maybe it was time to
admit that he had been wrong about his cousin, as well. Yes, he was a spoiled rich kid, but there was definitely more to him than met the eye.

Just like Victoria.

It was time to stop trying to rationalize, dismiss or shrug off what was clearly happening to him all over again. What was the point? According to Q and Hayley, he wasn't fooling anyone. Somehow, somewhere and some way he had gone from being a man who couldn't be dragged away from work to being a man who dreaded going to work. He dreaded leaving Victoria's side for fear he'd miss a joke or a smile or a laugh.

His once-treasured bachelor pad had been invaded with more and more of her stuff. Half of his wardrobe had been relocated to another closet. His bathroom counter was littered with what looked like a mini-mall of makeup and perfume bottles. He even noticed her adding little decorating touches around the place to give it more of a feminine feel. Before she arrived, he would've thought that would've freaked him out or, at the very least, pushed all his panic buttons. Instead, he liked that she was making herself at home.

Eamon loved waking up next to her as well as teasing her about her need to compulsively organize everything. Plus, she had a fierce competitive side. Really. Would it really hurt her to let him win a swimming race every now and then? Then there were her lousy attempts to learn how to cook. A couple of nights ago, she insisted on cooking a meal by herself. It was generous to say that it was edible—but he ate it, smiling the whole time and wondering if he'd paid that month's healthcare premium just in case he would be needing to see the doctor that night. Then this morning, she was so proud of sewing a line of buttons on
one of his shirts—all crooked, but at least they were on there.

“That's wonderful, Princess.” The lie was worth the beautiful smile she gave him.

It was time to face it—everything was better when Victoria was around. It wasn't one-sided, either. He was convinced that he was good for her, as well. Gone was that huge chip on her shoulder. She smiled easier, laughed harder and every time they made love…
made love.
There was that word again. When had sex with no strings attached become making love?

Searching his mind, he struggled to think of any one particular moment. It was more like a slow, steady progression, if he had to guess.

When they were together, he was certain that he had discovered all her secret G-spots. He sensed when she wanted to be dominated and when she craved a more cherished, intimate connection or she simply wanted to play.

Today, he played hooky from The Dollhouse again to take Victoria on a romantic gondola ride on the canal, snaking through the Venetian Hotel. It was like taking a trip through Venice, floating under bridges and balconies while a singing gondolier paddled behind them.

“Tell me more about your brother Jeremy. Was he ever into sports like Xavier?”

“And risk messing up his pretty-boy face?” Eamon laughed. “Hardly.”

“Oh? Is he
that
good-looking?”

Eamon's face twisted. For a split second Quentin and Sterling's spat over a woman rushed to the forefront of his mind. “No. He's butt-ugly. We kept him hidden in the basement so that he wouldn't scare everyone in the neighborhood.”

Victoria slapped him on the chest. “Be serious.”

“What makes you think I'm not?”

“Because I already saw a picture of him in the house. You and your brothers look a lot alike. I was just teasing you.”

“Yeah…well, don't be getting any funny ideas about trading me in for a younger version. I don't think that I can handle that.”

She thrust up her chin and cut her eyes away. “I'll make no such promises.”

“All right, now. Don't get tossed into this canal for getting sassy.” He pulled her up against his chest.

Victoria snuggled close. “But seriously. Tell me something about him.”

“Here's a little story about my little brother Jeremy. Once when he was about six, he'd found this box of puppies out in the woods. Anyway, he brought the puppies home. But our dad said that we couldn't afford to keep them and that we would have to either take them to the pound or maybe try and find someone who would adopt them.

“Jeremy didn't like that so he decided to run away with the puppies. It sent the entire family into an uproar. My parents went on the local media and pleaded to the community to help find him. I remembered being terrified that they would never find him. After all, he was so small and so trusting. He was gone for, like, two days before his best friend, Roy, dropped dime on him and confessed that he was living in his backyard in his tree house.”

“You're kidding me,” Victoria interrupted.

Eamon shook his head. “When he came home, all the adults showered him with tears and kisses. Me and Xavier had different reactions. Once we got him alone we tackled him to the floor. Xavier beat him up a little bit for scaring him so bad and I think I went the whole summer refusing
to talk to him for the same reason.” That was Eamon's earliest memory of experiencing the loss of a loved one. He hated that overwhelming sense of helplessness. It paralyzed him.

“Like I said before, he's a good guy. He and Xavier have sworn to be lifelong bachelors. ‘Too many women and not enough time' is one of his favorite sayings.”

Victoria hitched up a dubious brow. “Only Jeremy and Xavier took this vow of singlehood? What about you?”

“Me?” he stalled.

“Yeah, you.” She poked a finger in his chest. “Is that the real reason you're not married? You've taken a vow?”

Eamon shook his head. “Naw. You got me all wrong.” He paused and then confessed, “I wanted to get married once.”

“Oh?” Surprise lit her eyes. “When was this?”

For a moment, Eamon regretted that he'd turned down this road. “It was a while back. Right after college.” Maybe he should've left it at that, but Victoria's patient silence had the truth spilling out of him. “She was, uh, my high-school sweetheart. We bonded over music. She wanted to be a rapper and I thought that I was going to be a songwriter or a producer or something.”

Victoria nodded.

“Anyway. We dated all through high school and then split up when she went to college in Chicago and I stayed in Georgia. After we got through our freshman year, when everyone thought that we'd break up, we realized that there was a real possibility that we could make it work. So that's what we did. We took turns visiting one another, which was very hard since we were broke as a joke. By the time graduation day neared, I knew that I wanted to make her my wife.” A lump started growing in his throat.

“So what happened?” Victoria asked.

“I, uh, took out a loan. Bought this beautiful engagement ring that if you got up real close and squinted your eyes just right, you could see the diamond chip in it.” Victoria laughed.

“Hey. It was all I could afford at the time,” he joked.

She smiled. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

A couple of seconds later, Eamon's smile faded. “Then…came graduation. Since both of our schools were doing their ceremonies on the same day, we were going to miss seeing each other's commencement ceremonies. But the good news was that she was going to be driving down right afterward. So we were going to see each other soon. No big deal. I got up, packed up a picnic basket, put the ring in my pocket and went over to Karen's parents' house to pick her up.”

He fell silent again.

Victoria tried to wait him out, but he was silent for so long, she thought he wasn't going to finish the story. Yet it was too big a cliffhanger for her to just let it go. “She turned you down?”

He released a cynical chuckle. “That would've been easier to deal with.”

Confusion blanketed her face.

“I would've even preferred it if she had just decided not to show up but…” He sucked in a deep breath. “Anything would've been better than to have her father tell me that his daughter didn't make it home because she was killed by a drunk driver.”

Victoria gasped. “Nooo.”

A tear skipped down Eamon's face, but he quickly chased after it and wiped it away. “I stood out on that stoop with that diamond ring in my pocket for I don't know how long. Hell, to this day I don't even remember how I got home. I just knew that…she was gone.”

“Baby, I'm so sorry.” She leaned up and planted a kiss against his face. “I can only imagine how hard that must have been.”

It was horrible and though he'd healed considerably since that time, he knew that Karen would always have a place in his heart.

Victoria squeezed his hand.

Eamon glanced down and stared at it for a long time. There was a certain kind of magic in her touch that truly made him feel that everything really was going to be all right—and that there was a possibility that there was room in his heart for two women.

His gaze roamed from her hand and climbed up to her beautiful face only to see her eyes glisten with tears. “Hey, there's no need for these.”

“It's just that I didn't have any idea.”

“Of course you didn't. You couldn't have.” He wrapped his arm back around her and then tucked her in the crook of his arm, the place where she belonged.