Kiss Me Book 1 (8 page)

Fuck.

He felt her begin to
tighten and quiver. If she got off while he was still inside her,
that would be it. Once her pussy clamped down on his dick she would
pull him dry.

Nope, that just wouldn’t
do. Not. At. All.

Amy groaned when Christian
withdrew.

“
Damn it,” she cursed
vehemently. She was just about to find release when he pulled
out.

He leaned forward and
whispered. “I told you, I was going to punish you for challenging
me. Now, I want to see you on your knees in the shower! Are you
okay with that?”

Amy found it endearing
that he added the question after the fact. But there was nothing
more she wanted that to suck his dick until he came.

Taking her by the hand, he
led her across the studio to a room. He flipped on the switch, and
they stepped into a large shower that resembled a locker room.
However, it had been artistically remodeled with bright colors of
mosaic glass and ties. Bright green and blue shimmered
everywhere.

Christian turned on
several of the overhead shower faucets. Hot water rained down on
them and the red and black paint was soon a thing of the past as it
swirled down the drain. Christian’s mouth found hers as he gently
lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist as
he sat down on a bench. Water sprayed out of a faucet behind
them.

Amy spun around on his
lap, her back to his chest and slid down his cock, riding him
reverse cowgirl. “Fuck, Amy,” he growled as he guided her up and
down by the hips.

It didn’t take long before
Amy found her release, simply because he’d worked her up to such a
state of arousal from which there was no coming down. Her cries of
pleasure echoed off the shower walls as she trembled and tremored
around him.

Before she crashed
completely from her euphoric state, she slid from his cock and
knelt between his legs. She didn’t give him a chance to protest as
she brought his cock between her lips and down her throat.
Christian’s head lulled against the wall as his eyes rolled back in
his head. She groaned around him as she tasted her come covering
his dick. It turned her on more. However, right now, it was all
about pleasing him. That was all she wanted, and that was all she
would do. He’d made her come numerous times. Now it was his
turn.

Christian watched as Amy’s
head bobbed up and down his dick. He wasn’t small by any means and
she was taking his dick all the way to the back of her throat and
not even flinching. Her small tongue worked around the tip of his
cock each time she came up. He groaned and fisted his hands through
her hair.

“
Look at me,” he
said.

When she didn’t comply, he
gave her hair a little jerk. “I want to see your face.” There was
just something primal in him wanting to break free.

She moaned in pleasure but
looked up at him anyway. Her green eyes were glazed with passion as
she watched him. He watched as his dick slid into her mouth and
down her throat. In and out, in and out it went. His balls began to
tighten and her tiny hand reached up to cup him. She applied just
the right amount of pleasure and soon he was stammering.

“
Fuck, Amy. I’m about to
come,” he warned. She made no effort to move; if anything she
renewed her efforts, sucking and fucking him with her little mouth.
Harder and harder she sucked.

He tightened his grip in
her hair as he thrust into her throat, shooting his come to the
back of her throat. Greedily she sucked him.

Sweet mother of fuck she
was sucking him dry. She clutched his hips, digging her nails into
his skin as she sucked the rest of him down. It was then he
realized that her hands were working against her pussy as she
sucked him. She moaned around him as she found another release.
After his heart slowed down and the tremors stopped, he just stared
at her as she slowly slid his dick from her mouth and licked her
lips.

It was the hottest thing
he’d ever seen in his life.

Amy loved the taste of his
hot come as it shot down her throat. It was the first time she’d
ever let anything like that happen and to say she was pleasantly
surprised was an understatement. She’d even gotten off because of
it. Slowly she climbed to her feet, ignoring her aching and
protesting muscles.

He pulled her into the
circle of his arms, crushing her against his chest and kissed her
passionately and very deeply. Hot water sprayed over them as they
just stood in each other’s arms.

Her wine buzz was
beginning to wear off, but to her surprise, she wasn’t ashamed of
anything she’d just done. She was a little confused by it though.
She still knew virtually nothing about him.

Oh well
, she thought; there would be time for that later.

“
You’ve got paint in your
hair,” he said as he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and worked her
hair into a lather.

“
I think I have paint in
places paint should never be.”

“
There is a good
possibility of that,” he said, laughing.

“
We never made it to the
bed. You never got to tie me up.”

He laughed and pulled her
chin up, kissing her over the shoulder. “Don’t worry, there’s
plenty of night left, and I don’t plan on letting you out of my
sight.”

They took turns washing
each other’s hair and lathering their bodies with a thick foam. Amy
was standing with her back against him while his hands roamed over
her breasts when the door to the bathroom burst open. A massive man
wearing jeans and an expensive shirt stormed in.

“
Christian, you’re in a lot
of fucking trouble,” he bellowed.

Kiss Me Book 3

“
Amar, what the hell?”
Christian yelled as he pulled Amy behind him, shielding her nudity
with his own. His stance was wide, and his were hands on his hips,
seemingly unphased by the third person who’d suddenly entered their
shower party.

So this was Amar? She
peaked around Christian’s shoulder at the behemoth of a man. His
hair was the same shade of blond as Christian’s but cropped short
in a fade cut. His eyes were glacial blue as well. They could be .
. . bothers?

“
Christian, we need to talk
about the . . .”

Christian cleared his
throat, silencing Amar. Amy didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to
figure out that whatever it was they needed to discuss could not be
done in front of her.

“
I’m kind of busy,”
Christian said.

“
I don’t give a damn if
you’re banging the Laker Girls. Get your ass out of the shower,
take your little conquest of the week home and get back
here.”

“
Excuse me?” Amy said from
behind Christian. How dare this man insult her!

“
You heard me,” Amar said,
hatefully.

Amy made a move to step
around Christian, but his hand shot out, blocking her. He gave a
little tick of his jaw, warning her to stop.

“
Fine. Get the hell out of
my shower so we can get finished up.”

Amar narrowed his blue
eyes at her. “If you’re not out of this shower in five minutes, I
will haul you out by that scrawny dick.”

Scrawny dick? Amy thought.
Good grief, if Amar thought Christian was scrawny, what the hell
was he packing in his pants, a bazooka?

Christian didn’t move
again until the door slammed shut. After it did he turned. “I’m
sorry, but Amar is a dick and has no problem hitting a
woman.”

Amy frowned.

“
He’s a good man though,”
he said, quick to defend.

“
Yeah, sounds like it,” she
said as she turned the water off and walked over to retrieve a
towel.

“
He’s my big brother. He
just . . .”

“
Cleans up your messes?”
she said as she wrapped a towel around herself.

Christian looked as if
he’d just been slapped, and she winced inwardly, regretting her
words. But the reality of the situation was that he had her art.
He’d offered no explanation as to how he’d come by it; he’d just
told her that she needed to pay him back the losses he’d taken.
She’d also noticed that when Amar had accused her of being the
conquest of the week, Christian hadn’t protested. She felt lower
than low. She actually felt like a whore.

“
You don’t know what you’re
talking about,” he said quietly. There was a slight edge in his
voice, warning her to tread lightly.

“
No, you’re right, I don’t
because I don’t know you, Christian. All I know is you have my
stolen art and refuse to one, give it back to me and two, tell me
where you got it from.”

“
I don’t have to tell you a
damn thing. I paid for that art,” he said.

“
You’re right, you don’t.
I’m not going to be your booty call anymore. I want my possessions
back,” she said.

“
I don’t have to give you
shit. I paid for it,” he said.

Amy’s head was spinning at
how fast he seemed to have gone from sweet lover to a dangerous
viper.

She narrowed her eyes at
him dangerously. “You may have bought it not knowing that it was
stolen and that was an innocent mistake, or whatever, but now that
you know it is stolen, you’re breaking the law, and you know it.
So, I’m going to tell you this one time and one time only.” She
took a step closer and tilted her chin up defiantly. “You will
return my stuff to me by the end of next week or I will own this
gallery and everything in it.”

He took a step closer to
her and glared down at her. “Try it,” he said.

She wanted to reply but
could tell by the firm set of Christian’s stubbled jaw that it
would do no good. She didn’t look at him as she left the bathroom,
shoulders squared and chin held high. When she emerged beside
Christian’s bed, she saw Amar standing across the room, leaning in
the exact spot where she and Christian had just had sex.

Walking over to
Christian’s dresser, she ripped open drawers until she found a pair
of boxers and a t-shirt. She quickly dressed and after her head
poked through the hole of the shirt she found Amar staring at her.
His features had softened. He’d taken a few steps and was leaning
against the other side of the rail.

“
Listen, I’m sorry about
what I said in there. I was a dick,” he said quietly.

Amy frowned, taken aback
by his sudden apology. “Umm, I would say it’s okay but it’s not.
You insulted me, and you don’t even know me.”

“
I am sorry. It’s not you I
meant to insult. Listen, Christian is my baby brother. I’ve been
cleaning up after him my entire life. You seem like a really nice
lady. Cut your losses now. It’s not smart to get involved with him.
He’s dangerous.”

Amy frowned. What kind of
man had she been sleeping with if his own brother was telling her
he was bad news?

“
Dangerous how?” she
asked.

His eyes grew round. “Oh
no, he would never hurt you, physically. He may be ripped like a
fucking tank, but he doesn’t really have a violent bone in his
body. No, my dear, I wasn’t referring to him physically hurting you
so much as I was about him emotionally hurting you. He refuses to
grow up.”

It was apparent in the
fine lines of age around his eyes that what he was saying was true.
She’d learned early on that Christian was thirty-eight. There
couldn’t have been more than seven years between the
two.

She wanted to ask him
more, but Christian chose that moment to emerge from the bathroom.
He hadn’t bothered wearing a towel. Instead he just glared at his
brother and gave Amy a cool glare as he walked passed them and to
the fridge. He pulled out a container of orange juice and drank
straight from the carton.

“
Put some clothes on,” Amar
said, averting his eyes.

However, Amy couldn’t do
that much. Her eyes followed Christian everywhere.

“
Fuck you, this is my
house. If I want to let my dick hang free I will,” he said. He
flopped down on the couch and casually placed his arm on the back,
staring at the two of them.

Amar took a deep, calming
breath. “Why don’t you take . . .” he turned to her for her
name.

“
Amy,” she said.

“
Why don’t you take Amy
home, and then we’ll talk.”

Christian snorted. “It’s
after four in the morning. I don’t want to talk about shit. She
took a cab here, and she can take a cab back,” he said
harshly.

Amy’s eyes grew wide.
“Wow” was all she could manage to say. She felt like the last few
hours they’d spent together had meant nothing to him. Like she was
just a means to scratch an itch.

“
Christian!” Amar
admonished.

He just looked at him and
shrugged. Amar fished in his pockets and came out holding a ring of
keys. Never taking his eyes from his brother, he pulled a single
key from the ring. “Take my car home, dear. I’ll get it
tomorrow.”

“
Y-you’re letting me take
your vehicle?”

“
Yes. You don’t need to be
taking a cab this late, and my brother and I have lot to
discuss.”