Stacy's Destiny (17 page)

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Stacy stood on the front porch as Max told Eric what had happened. Immediately Eric pulled Stacy into his arms and held her tight. She tried to say that she was fine and attempted to pull away, but Eric wouldn’t allow it, just like Max hadn’t earlier in town.

She had allowed her fear and upset to show in front of them, and it seemed to encourage their overprotectiveness and possessiveness of her. As good as it felt to be held by them, it was only temporary. She wasn’t stupid. She needed time to think this through and rationalize what the heck was happening to her life. She couldn’t understand why it seemed that Barry had become obsessed with her. That was exactly how he sounded on the phone. He was obsessed and under the illusion that she would be his lover and that he would possess her. As she thought about her time at Mercer, she knew that she had never initiated any flirting or show of interest toward Barry. He, however, thought otherwise. She couldn’t listen to any more messages he left of his descriptions of what he planned to do to her. It was disgusting, and she wondered if the investigators from New York could arrest him for saying such disgusting things.

“Baby, why don’t we go inside and relax. Max has to head back to work,” Eric stated as he took her hands and brought her knuckles to his lips before kissing them.

“You don’t have to stay. I’m fine really. I overreacted back in town. I’ve been on edge for weeks now and should really be having some sort of nervous breakdown soon, so it’s best if you two both leave. Plus, I have a lot to do inside,” she stated, trying to pull away from him. Eric frowned, and she swallowed hard.

“I’m not leaving you, so cut the tough girl act out,” he stated then looked at Max.

“Call me if you hear anything.”

“I will,” Max replied then kissed Stacy on the cheek as he caressed her back.

“Let Eric take care of you. I’ll feel better knowing that one of us is with you at all times.”

“I don’t need for either of you to be here. Really I am fine,” she replied, and Max gave her a stern expression. She could tell that he was clenching his teeth as the muscles in his cheeks vibrated. She lowered her eyes, and Eric released his hold of her so Max could obviously address her comment. Max took her hand and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her up against his chest. She felt his gear wedge up against her midsection and the thick metal buckle from his police belt. She knew he carried a gun in his holster on his right along with handcuffs and other things. She had to admit to herself that she was turned on by his law enforcement position and superiority. But that didn’t mean she would take orders from him and be bossed around. No matter how sexy the deputy was.

Max’s other hand moved from her hand and wrist, up her arm to her cheek. He tilted her head up toward him and held her chin firmly. “I admire your courage and I respect your desire to act tough and feel the need to handle things yourself, honey, but this situation was taken to another level today. This guy’s threats will not be taken likely, and they will not go uninvestigated. I’m headed to the department to see what the sheriff has come up with. I’ll take care of getting a new phone number for you. I’ve got a friend in Turbank that works for a phone store. He’ll take care of this, and you’ll have a new number in a few days. In the meantime, let Eric stay here with you. You’re not alone in this situation. You’ve got us,” he stated just as Eric placed his hands on her shoulders. She jumped, her nerves a little on edge still, and Eric massaged her shoulders then leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. Max leaned closer a second later and kissed her softly on the lips. He was thorough in his kiss, and she felt his hand caress her body and cup her breast in the palm of his hand. She was lost in the sensation of how good it felt to be touched by them, whether one of them or both of them together.

Eric placed his hands on her hip bones and thrust his cock at the crevice of her ass. She reached a hand back and placed it over one of Eric’s hands that gripped her hip bone. With her other hand, she reached up to caress Max’s cheek as he continued to explore her mouth. Eric thrust against her again just as Max rolled her nipple between his two fingers then pulled. She went weak in their arms, but they caught her as Max released her lips and Eric kissed her shoulder and neck then nibbled.

“Damn, honey, I wish I didn’t have to go back to work right now. But I know I’ll see you later on. I’ll bring supper from Francine’s. Then tomorrow night you’ll give us a preview of your cooking skills at our place. Eric will bring you over to acquaint you with everyone and show you the kitchen. I can’t wait to taste your cooking and then taste you for dessert.” He cupped her pussy over the jeans she wore and ran his thumb across the upper part of her mound. Despite the layer of material, she was aroused and wet for him.

“But I haven’t accepted that job cooking for you and your cousins yet,” she whispered, amazed at how sexy her voice sounded even to her own ears. It came out sounding like a tease instead of a turndown.

Eric turned her toward him and cupped her ass cheek with one hand and her face with the other. “Oh, you’ll be coming tomorrow, and you’ll be coming tonight. Oh hell…you’ll be coming in two minutes,” Eric stated then he lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder, and headed inside the cottage. Max laughed as he yelled something as Eric closed the door. He headed straight to her bedroom.

“Eric, put me down! What are you doing?” she demanded to know, but damn, was she so turned on right now. She never would have thought such a barbaric action would drench her pussy.

“You smell so damn good, baby. I’m craving my woman’s pussy right now, so don’t give me any of your lip.” Before she could react to his statement, he flipped her up off of his shoulder and onto her bed. He spread her legs and covered her body with his own as he kissed her before she could protest any further. Once his tongue began to explore her mouth and his hands began to rid her of her clothing, there were no more protests coming out of her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

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Eric felt his body burn with need. He was so concerned over Stacy’s well-being when Max had called him that he left the ranch and sped over to her place in his truck. He felt sick to his stomach until he saw her blue car pull up the driveway with Max’s sheriff’s patrol truck following close behind. Once she was in his arms, he released a sigh of relief, but he was far from feeling relaxed. He wanted to find this asshole bothering his woman and rip his fucking throat out, but he couldn’t show that type of reaction to Stacy. He needed to be inside her right now. He needed for her to know that she belonged to him and Max.

Eric released her lips so he could pull her blue T-shirt up and over her head. The moment he did, he felt Stacy’s hands on the waist of his jeans unbuckling his belt buckle and pulling his shirt up. Her fingertips felt hot against his chest. Everywhere she touched came alive and fed the fire burning inside of him. His cock twitched beneath his jeans. His stomach muscles tightened knowing that he would be inside of her wet, hot pussy shortly. He helped her remove his shirt, and then he kneeled between her legs to undo her jeans. He leaned forward and kissed her belly then nibbled across to her butterfly tattoo, letting his teeth scrape softly against her hip bone. She thrust her hips up against him.

“I gotta be inside you, honey. I want that warm pussy to wrap around my cock and take me deep.”

“Yes! Oh yes, Eric, please,” she panted then lifted her hips as he pulled her jeans down and off her body. “Stay right there…just like that, woman,” he told her, and she did as he told. He looked her over as a blush of pink decorated her cheeks and across her breasts. Eric stood up then sat beside her on the bed to remove his boots. He got them off then pulled off the rest of his clothing. In a flash, he was kneeling between her legs again. He slowly crawled up and over her body. “Put your hands above your head,” he ordered, and she slowly raised them, causing her breasts to push forward and her legs to spread a little farther apart. They locked gazes.

While leaning on one hand, he used his other to trace over her skin with his fingers. He stared at her lips then over her neck and down the center of her cleavage. She stirred beneath him, and he stopped, giving her a warning look to not move. She understood as he heard her breathe heavier then tighten her stomach muscles. With one hand, he unclipped the clasp in the front of her bra, and her breasts fully emerged. She moaned at the same time as his cock grew harder.

He cupped her breasts, one then the other.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. I love these breasts. I want to suck on them, baby. Would you like that?” he teased, and she nodded her head. With her arms stretched above her head, her breasts looked perky and pointed up perfectly as if begging to be licked. Eric leaned down and lightly licked the nipple before rolling his tongue around the pink areola. He tasted something sweet. It must be the perfume she wore that he liked so much. He licked along the valley between her breasts then to her other breast, licking the nipple then circling the areola with his tongue. “You taste so sweet, baby, what is that you’re wearing? I love the way you smell.”

“Goddess…it’s called Goddess,” she whispered.

He cupped her breast and pulled lightly on her nipple. “The name suits you well. You are a Goddess,” he told her then leaned down to taste her breast again. His cock felt so fucking hard he could probably bang nails with it. He swallowed hard at the thought. It hung against her belly now, wanting inside her pussy where he could get lost and be warm and content. He thrust his hips as he looked over the feast before him. “You look so damn edible, Stacy. I want to be inside you so badly my body burns.” He licked her nipple and circled the surrounding area and under the base of her breast. She moaned and wiggled her hips.

“Please, Eric, I’m burning, too,” she told him as her eyes closed and she thrust her hips again. He released her breast and trailed licks and kisses along her ribs then her belly. He kneeled between her legs and spread them wider. He pulled the black material from her body as he lifted her legs higher. He tossed the silk material to the side then spread her thighs again. The sight of her soft, wet folds made him lick his lips.

“Oh God, Eric, please touch me,” she panted.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, loving that she was begging for him. He would make her see how right the three of them were together. How easy and natural they could share one another without jealousy or regrets.

“There,” she stated and thrust her hips upward.

“There? Where, baby? Tell me exactly where,” he teased, and he could tell she was too embarrassed to say the word. She was so innocent and sweet. No other woman would ever compare to his Stacy.

“Please, Eric,” she said then thrust her hips again. He could see her pussy dripping with her cream. He wanted to taste her, to eat her all up.

“Say it now, Stacy. I want to hear you say where you want me to touch you.” He raised his voice, and she shivered with desire. Her pussy glistened with moisture as his cock sat inches from her entrance.

“My pussy, damn it! Touch me there, lick me there, do something, I can’t take it,” she told him, and he smiled as he touched a digit to her lips and used his thumb to part her folds.

“Oh God, yes!” She raised her voice.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. Tell me that you want me.” He pressed his finger into her and stroked her.

“I want you, Eric, please take me.”

“With pleasure, baby. I just need to taste that delicious cream of yours first.”

He scooted down and replaced his finger with his mouth and tongue. He licked between her folds then plunged his tongue inside her. She screamed a small release, and he suckled harder, eliciting more moans of desire from her. He loved to taste her. He could lick and suck on her pussy all day long like an everlasting meal, but his cock wanted inside her tight wet pussy. To feel the snug grip of vaginal muscles squeeze his cock until his strokes were torture themselves. He wanted to play with her pussy longer, but he was beginning to lose his control. He wasn’t going to explode on her belly. He wanted her so badly his heart ached with need to be ultimately connected, to be inside her, to feel her hot sex. He rose then lined his cock with her entrance and pushed in. Stacy grabbed a hold of his head as he pulled out a little then thrust all the way inside her. They both growled in relief. He kissed her as he leaned on his one forearm while he caressed and tweaked her nipple. He caught her moans in his mouth and thrust harder and deeper.

He felt such an overwhelming connection to her as he released her lips and locked gazes with her. The expression in her eyes struck him hard. She was his. She was so damn beautiful, his goddess. The feel of her skin, the warmth of her pussy, her soft moans and squeals of pleasure while he thrust his cock deep inside her caused an eruption of emotions and physical need. He felt possessive, nearly out of control with need to claim Stacy and wrap her in a protective cocoon. He loved everything about her and the way her breasts bounced and moved as he rocked his hips against her small feminine body. She was delicate yet strong. He was so much larger than her, and at the moment, he was acutely aware of her submissive position below his muscular body and the way she threw her head back in submission for every stroke of his cock inside her pussy. He rubbed his hands from her wrist to her upper arm. The need to dominate, to claim and fill her with his seed, was primal and animalistic. He shook the thoughts from his head as her softness and femininity consumed him to his soul. Soon he couldn’t take going slow. He had an overwhelming need to claim her fully and make her see that he belonged inside her always.

He lifted up, thrust his hips as he raised her thighs, penetrating deeper. He touched her everywhere, unable to get enough and wanting her to feel what he was feeling. His thigh muscles burned as he used his arm muscles to rub along her outer thighs to her ass as he thrust his cock again and again. Stacy’s ass was off the bed, her legs wrapped nearly around his waist as he increased his speed. His cock and her pussy collided. There was no room to go any further, yet the need to get as deeply inside of her as possible elicited a moan from deep inside of him. The sound of the bed squeaking along with Stacy’s moans of pleasure as her fingernails dug into his arms was erotic and sexy.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he growled then grabbed her hips and pumped into her faster. “Eric!” she called his name in a hoarse voice, sending him over the edge as her vaginal muscles clenched his cock. Their bodies so close, they slapped together then apart, sounding like a suction cup. He exploded inside of her and continued to thrust his hips until he filled her with his essence. He leaned over her and kissed her lips as he cupped her breast again, unable to get enough of her.

“Incredible, baby. You are fucking incredible.” He pulled slowly from her body then rolled to his side, taking her along with him. She clung to his chest, and they closed their eyes while he tried to decipher what came over him and the possessive feeling he had. Eric rolled slightly to the side, wedged his leg between Stacy’s legs, then embraced her tight against his side and chest. He cupped her ass then drew small, imaginary circles against her flesh. When he looked into her eyes, he saw the same intensity that he felt inside himself. He was relieved as he kissed her mouth then relished in the feeling of being wrapped around his woman, connected deeply in mind, body, and soul.