Shades of Ménage : A Dystopian Romance Ménage & Post Catastrophic Romance Ménage Boxed Set Series - Ultimate Four-Book Collection (15 page)

From the doorway, he watched as she headed toward his bed and gave him a great view of her rounded ass as she bent over the bed and quickly rearranged the rumpled sheets.

He stifled an aroused groan at the erotic sight of the dark outline of the crack in her ass. The thought of impaling her in the rear end smothered his senses.

Swallowing the tightness in his throat, he grabbed onto the doorjamb and stumbled back inside.

She heard him and turned around. She watched him with hungry eyes as he headed toward her, his stiff cock bobbing painfully up and down with every lurched step.

Damn! He wished she wouldn’t look at him like that, with a ferocious sexual hunger in her eyes and large nipples poking against her top. His cock elongated even more and flushed with a wild heat demanding satisfaction from her. He inhaled sharply as he imagined her taking his shaft into her mouth in a desperate effort to soothe him. At that thought, he almost stumbled and fell.

“
Do you need some help?” she said taking a step toward him.

“
No,” he said defiantly.

The sooner his legs got used to walking the faster he could mend.

A touch of anger gnawed at him for wanting to fuck her so bad that he ached with the need for release.

He didn’t remember his attraction to her being so intense. So forceful. Surely if it had been this way in the past he wouldn’t have wanted to wait for them to get married before he made love to her.

He could only believe that he’d waited due to his sexual inexperience at the time. Or perhaps his sexual attraction for her had grown over the years of being apart.

When he reached the bed, she moved out of the way and he sat heavily upon the mattress, grimacing at the pain shooting into his shoulder.

The walk had been tiring to say the least.

Unfortunately, his cock wasn’t tired in the least.

It pulsed with heat and throbbed with need, demanding relief, but he was too weak to bring himself off.

“
Luke?”

Her voice dripped with seduction capturing his immediate attention.

He hadn’t realized she was still standing there. His weariness forgotten, he looked up and caught the sexual yearning shining in her eyes. She stared directly at his cock, the tip of her pretty pink tongue sticking out of her mouth.

He could read the hunger in her eyes. Could sense her feminine desire to satisfy him.

Excitement roared through him and he moved his ass closer to the edge of the bed and spread his legs wide giving her full access.

She hesitated as if unsure if she should do this.

“
For old time’s sake,” he whispered hotly. It wasn’t as if they’d never taken each other orally before. They had. Many times.

She sank to her knees on a cry, her face still flushed, her eyes twinkling up at him with passion, her mind waiting for his instruction.

“
Open your mouth, Callie.”

She wiggled in between his legs, leaned real close and parted her curvy lips.

Her ragged breath brushed across the bulging head of his engorged penis and he almost climaxed on the spot.

Without making him suffer any longer, she took his mushroom-shaped cockhead into her moist mouth making him groan as the hot flesh of her plump lips wrapped tightly around his aching flesh.

Sweet mercy! That felt absolutely fantastic.

Her small hands reached up and she cupped each of his balls like he’d taught her to do years ago. Her fingers dug painfully into his tender scrotum and she began a slow erotic massage that had him blinking back tears of arousal.

Damned he’d missed this. Missed having her between his legs. Missed tasting her sweetness.

His cockhead twitched and jerked in her mouth as she took more of him all the way to the back of her throat.

“
Yes, Callie! That’s it!” he cried out as his gut clenched tighter.

He winced when her teeth raked his hard flesh. Then she alternated with a fierce sucking motion that almost blew his mind.

Oh, man! She hadn’t forgotten a thing he’d taught her.

Slurping sounds mixed with his strangled gasps as her lips caressed seductively one moment and then her teeth nipped at his hard shaft the next.

With his good arm, he leaned forward grabbing her shoulder making sure he didn’t fall over from all the pleasure slamming through his cock and searing into his swollen balls.

Agonized groans spilled from his lips while he watched with fascination as her eyes closed dreamily and her head bobbed faster.

In the past she’d told him many times that she enjoyed sucking his penis. Told him how she loved the velvety feel of his rigid shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. Had told him she enjoyed the taste of his cum on her lips.

He stiffened. The orgasm coming. His grip around her shoulder tightened and his head swam.

As if sensing his impending climax her head bobbed quicker, her hot lips sucked his stiff shaft deeper until he was going down her throat.

He gyrated his hips harder in a delicious dance of desire, searching madly for the relief he so craved.

He found it.

“
I’m coming,” he warned as the delicious blade of lightning sliced up his cock almost lifting him off his bed.

The wild explosion slammed into him like a tidal wave, jerking him so violently he would have toppled backward if his fingers hadn’t been clenched tightly over Callie’s shoulder.

He closed his eyes and allowed the release.

She whimpered as his sperm spewed into her mouth and down her throat.

Wow! There was nothing like the sexy muffled sounds of a beautiful woman between a man’s legs as she serviced him.

She continued to suck hard, draining him of every drop and too soon the erotic rush was over, leaving him spent and gasping like a fish out of water.

He barely felt her warm lips release him. Barely felt her fingers pry his hand off her shoulder.

When her hands curled over his shoulders, his eyes popped open.

“
Let’s get you further back onto the bed, Luke,” she whispered, a satisfied smile on her face. Her lips glistened in the flickering candle glow from his arousal and perspiration dotted her forehead.

He nodded weakly and let her to guide his body back. She swung his legs up and left him in a seated position.

Damned if she didn’t waste any time in covering him up to his waist with the sheet.

“
What’s the matter? You don’t like looking at my cock, anymore?” he teased fighting the sexual fatigue floodinag him.

She ignored his remark and hustled away. “You think you can handle a few minutes of sitting up while I change your bandages?”

“
Avoiding my question. A very good sign.”

She said nothing as she washed her hands at the sink then returned with a makeshift shoebox containing rolled up white bandages and that comfrey ointment she’d been using on him.

It took her only a moment to unwrap the bandages.

“
Tell me if anything hurts.”

“
Not anymore, thanks to you.”

She smiled shyly, a direct contrast to the bold way she’d taken his cock into her eager mouth only moments earlier, and prodded gently the sensitive areas around the entrance wound at the back of his shoulder.

“
What were you doing out at this hour anyway?”

“
Couldn’t sleep, so I went outside.”

Her soft scent was doing a number on him again. Making his balls tighten. Urging his cock to press harder against the sheets.

Shoot! Was he horny or what?

She cocked a puzzled eyebrow at him. “What? No arguments that I went outside alone?”

“
Would it help if I did argue?”

“
No.”

“
We’ll argue when I have my strength back.” There was no way he would let her wander around aimlessly on her own. He didn’t care if it was in the middle of the night. These days there was no telling what strange men might be lurking around out there looking for the women who hid in the woods.

He winced as she pressed some ointment into the fiery wound, and then quickly taped a thick patch over it.

“
Things are healing quite quickly back here. You can lie back now.”

He did and she repeated the gentle poking around the ugly, ragged edges of the wound in the front of his shoulder then quickly followed up with a healthy dose of that salve.

A sudden stab of pain shifted through his shoulder and it was quickly accompanied by déjà vu.

Visions bombarded him.

Pain claimed his senses.

He saw guns in his hands. One pointed at a terrified preacher. One pointed at a rather nervous Callie.

He saw her standing beside a candle. The buttery lighting gave him an eyeful of her long legs, curvy hips and those luscious nipples as they poked proudly against her tight shirt. Then she sat next to him on this bed.

The preacher’s words rang in his ears.

“
You may kiss the bride.”

“
You’re looking too pale. Are you feeling sick?” Callie’s voice slashed through his vision.

“
No,” he managed to croak.

“
I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was too early. I’ll just put a patch onto the front here and then you can sleep.”

Her voice drifted away as he closed his eyes and tried to conjure up more images.

He recalled sliding the wedding ring onto her finger.

His eyes popped open. His heart crashed wickedly against his chest as he gazed at Callie’s ring finger.

It was still empty.

His hopes plummeted.

Surely, he’d been delirious. He would remember if the preacher had married them, wouldn’t he?

Sure he would.

He forced himself to relax.

The urge to marry her burned anew. The craving to fuck her senseless, to have babies with her, to love her until his dying day tangled together with his overwhelming need to know what had happened to her over the past five years.

“
Callie?”

“
Hmm.”

She put the last piece of tape over the bandage.

“
What happened to you in the government labs?”

She stiffened visibly and stood.

“
I could ask you the same thing about what happened to you in the Terrorist Wars, but I won’t because I don’t wish to know.”

Guilt assailed him and this time it was his turn to tense up.

He got her point.

She didn’t want to talk about it. At least, not yet.

“
Go to sleep, Luke. You need your rest.”

“
We’ll have to talk about it sometime. Five years is a long time.”

“
No. We won’t,” she said firmly. “It’s my private business. It’s none of your concern.”

“
None of my concern? You were my whole life back then, Callie. We were supposed to get married in a week and then they came and got you…they ripped our lives apart. Don’t you think I want to know what happened to you? Don’t you think I always feared you were dead?”

“
Well, I’m not dead.”

“
Sometimes, you look like you are.”

Her head snapped up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“
Something’s different about you, Callie. That spark of life is gone from your eyes. You have the look of a caged animal…”