The Promise of Love (7 page)

She cried out his name then, or tried to, but she was too lost to her orgasm. He filled her in ways she never knew a man could. He tensed, and gently turned her head to breathlessly kiss her as he shuddered. Hot pulses warmed her deep inside making her climax grow.

In her hands, Will’s cock grew impossibly hard and with a low grunt he began spilling his cum over her hands.

“Yeah, yeah,” David murmured, still thrusting into her steadily. Will didn’t stop either, but continued to heat her flesh with his kisses and the hot, slick flesh he pressed through their hands.

“Angel,” Will whispered along her jaw, tightening his hand around hers so she could feel how hard he still was.

Another tremble seized her when she realized both men were still ready for much, much more.

She cried out in surprise as another orgasm erupted at the thought.

For the first time in her life, something good, something beyond good, had found her. Or she’d found it.

David tipped her head to the side, and captured her cry with a kiss as the pleasure continued to grow, but he also swallowed her desperate wish that this—this man she’d just met—would promise to hold her close forever.

Chapter Three

David breathed in the scent of Paris, not completely sure why it soothed him. Will had left for the compound, already on the task of nailing Walters and Duke. David was staying right here until something or someone forced him to leave. Hopefully that someone wasn’t the exhausted woman in his arms.

Her pretty blonde hair was a tangled mess but he’d brushed most of it off her face so he could figure out what she was all about and why leaving her side made his heart feel as if he was nearing an anxiety attack.

Her face was the clear, beautiful face of a woman who lived a healthy life. He doubted she’d even had a pimple as a kid. Now none would dare blemish the smoothness of her skin. She hardly wore makeup—he’d snooped in the hotel bathroom and only found a tiny bag with a few things. Her clothes were comfortable, not flashy, but he was certain they would drive him insane.
What wouldn’t?

The body she rocked was stunning. She might even be fitter than he was, he thought with a smile, remembering the awed expression on her face when he’d stripped off his shirt. He could get used to making her speechless. Not that she talked too much.

There wasn’t a thing about her he found wrong—which was worrisome. Usually he could nail something on a woman that would drive him nuts after less than an hour in their company.

He’d spent the afternoon and a big chunk of the evening seducing her into letting them into this room, and not one thing about her had his radar predicting the end.

The way she’d been shy, the blushes, with the heat in her blue-gray eyes, made him hard from just thinking about having her again. He shot that option down firmly. He hadn’t been exaggerating. She had a small pussy, thin inner lips even, that had thrilled him, but worried the hell out of him, too. After the first round, he’d stayed put like the selfish guy he was—and had kept Will on the periphery. Not that Will seemed to have minded. He’d deal with it if his buddy had, but Paris had been too…

God damn.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw at the memory.
Pretty
. A woman’s body amazed him, always had, but his first glimpse of Paris had frozen him in place. Slim, but rounded in all the right places, with cute, natural breasts, she knocked him for a loop. She was all the way bare, too. Not shaved, but soft as a peach, bare. Her knock-down gorgeous butt was just topping on an already incredible package. Her body was naturally creamy, not tan, but not pale white either. He’d never felt such a sharp, deep, thrill over a woman’s body before. He’d worried even then, in the height of passion, on the possessive rush he’d experienced at seeing her intimately for the first time.

The feeling was still there, too. He knew all he’d have to do was lift that sexy thigh she had over one of his and slide down the bed to get more of her soft little cries. His mouth watered just at him remembering the clean, fresh scent of her arousal.

He held off and considered the odd idea that holding her was possibly better than waking her up for more sex.

She would be tender for certain. Maybe that explained it, but he knew even while he thought it that he’d make sure she loved every minute.

She’d given so damn much, much more than he’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just the hot feel of her pussy clenching around his eager cock either. She’d touched him as if she’d never wanted it to end, as if every single moment was going to be memorized. She’d whispered in his ear, asking for more and making him feel like he could lift mountains.

It wasn’t the norm. Not at all. He’d pushed for the threesome, but even that had been a new experience. Usually when he and Will shared a woman, she was already coming on to them both so strongly that they knew exactly what she had in mind. Not the case with Paris. He had a feeling if Will had paid the bill and left, she wouldn’t have noticed. That kind of thing rocked his world, but it also felt damn right.

He swallowed at the memory of that first kiss, and had a sinking sensation in his stomach that he wasn’t growing tired of this little bundle of cuteness anytime soon. Reaching out, he carefully adjusted the blanket so it lay higher on her slim shoulder. A rush of tenderness warmed his chest, adding to the worry already building.

Careful not to disturb her, he pulled away and untangled himself from the bedding. The room was freezing. He’d turned the air on high partly because they’d both worked up a sweat, but mostly because he’d wanted her to cuddle up in his arms for warmth.

She murmured his name sleepily and he froze halfway off the bed. When she didn’t wake completely he eased off the mattress.

Why my name? Why not Will’s?

Because it was me the entire time. I didn’t even let Will fuck her.

Damn right.

He rubbed the whiskers on his jaw and winced at the thought. She settled on the bed again, but a frown pulled at her smooth brow. She reminded him of a poster he’d once seen for some cola with a country girl in a field of wheat or something. Wholesome and sexy. That was Paris to a T.

Can such a woman exist?

Paris shifted her legs under the thin blankets, outlining her sexy butt perfectly.

Yeah, she does, and she’s sleeping while I stand here like an idiot.

Not sure what else to do, he quietly walked to the bathroom before he climbed back on her and urged her to let him work out the morning wood he sported. Rubbing a hand over his hair then his face, David examined his reflection, trying to figure out why he felt so off center. He was jealous. Jealous of Will even kissing her. Last night, he’d been wild for her, and as long as Will stayed in the background, he’d been fine, but as soon as Will had kissed her, David had experienced a need to make sure she knew he was the one, not Will, who would send her into climax. He might have taken too much from her trying to prove that, too.

The thought made his worry grow, until he took a good look at his chest. She’d left little red strawberries on his pectorals, and a few farther down his ribs. She’d been fascinated with his body, something that soothed the jealousy down to a manageable level. He brushed his hand over one red mark near his collarbone. If he remembered correctly, he’d left one along her throat right where everyone who saw them would know exactly who she belonged to.

Jesus.

Belonged to?

He leaned on the bathroom counter and hung his head, shaking it at his insane thoughts.

Enough, just wash up. Deal with this as it happens.

The thought made him laugh quietly, but he went through the motions and washed his hands and face, then brushed his teeth with her toothbrush. He got a bit of a thrill at using her toothbrush because of all the intimate things a couple did together, in his mind, sharing a toothbrush was up at the top of the list.

Once done, he hung his head again and worried his way through what he was doing with a woman like Paris. A sweet innocent he could spend every day with if he were allowed. But instead of romancing her right, he’d coaxed her into bed with not only him, but his buddy.
The first night I met her, too. What will she think of that when she wakes up?

“David?”

“Jesus on a cross!”

He jumped about a foot and turned to find the woman confusing the hell out of him wrapped in a sheet, sleepily rubbing her eyes and peeking at him around the partly open door.

“Damn, you snuck up on me, girl.” Not only that, she’d gotten the door wider without him knowing. He pushed it all the way and she blinked, at the light, he guessed, but smiled at him. There was shyness in her expression, but at his teasing words, she lost a bit of it.

“Sorry, I have to, you know.” She gestured to the bathroom then fixed her gaze on his face firmly.

Suddenly he realized he was naked, sporting an erection—of course—and she was embarrassed. A sense of such happiness flushed him that he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her and kissing her quickly. She made a surprised sound but relaxed in his arms after a few seconds of deep strokes of his tongue. To hell with what she might think, he’d set her straight. The way they started would just be the way this continued—hot, fun and one hell of a thrill until he figured out what he was going on between them.

He snuck his hands up her sheet and stroked her butt but broke the kiss and grinned at her surprised face. Just seeing her blush made his chest feel lighter, and that warm tenderness returned.
Shit’s crazy, but hell, she’s fun to catch by surprise.

“Oh? You have to pee?” he asked.

“David.” Her blush deepened to a rosy pink but her lips twitched in a cute smile.

“Aw, come on, you can say it, but maybe we can work up to that. You know, once you get to know me for a few weeks.”
Or longer,
he thought.

She bit her lip and pushed against his chest, making the sheet slip down over the curves of her breasts. She had beautiful breasts. Smooth, round and the kind that were close together because her tiny chest was so narrow. When she held her small arms up like that, the two mounds pressed into a mouthwatering valley he wanted to coax her into letting him slide his cock between. Later, when he wouldn’t shock the hell out of her, he’d suggest it. He hadn’t spent enough time on them, he remembered, but stopped himself from doing anything about that now. Soon, he assured himself, when she had some time to build up an ache only he could tame.

“All right, stop teasing me with those beauties, okay? How about we go get some breakfast?” he asked, leaving off the ‘if you want’ because he wasn’t taking a brush-off. Not after last night.

“Oh, breakfast sounds wonderful,” she whispered. “I was too nervous to eat last night,” she admitted, tugging the sheet up with a giggle.

“You were?” he demanded, thinking back on it. She hadn’t eaten, not much at all, he remembered. She had to be starving. “Well, come on, let’s shower—”

“First, I have to…pee.”

He laughed and kissed her shoulder. “Good, real good, now get in there and give me the signal when it’s safe.” He smacked her butt when she walked past and laughed when she sucked in a shocked breath.

“David Jansen, you are too full of yourself!”

He was full, but not the way she meant. In fact, he’d never been so full of a sense of happiness, and maybe something damn close to contentment.

“That’s right, now march.”

She blew her hair off her face and with a sexy glower went into the bathroom and shut the door in his face. He heard her giggling behind the door then she said, “Go away and let me wake up, then you can shower with me.”

“Fine,” he called, already knowing that was code for privacy. She was shy still, but that was fine by him. He busied himself making coffee and trying to locate his clothes. He stumbled over a bag and stubbed his toe on something hard in it. “What the hell is in your bag, girl?”

“Oh, my skates,” she said, once again sneaking up on him. “Are you going to walk around naked all morning?”

“Well, I’d considered that, but thought I might tempt you too much and after last night…” He sighed as if he’d been abused and grabbed her again to hug her close. “You might be too tender.”

Her blush was all the answer he needed, and for some damn reason his heart got all crazy. He should want more sex, not be thrilled they had to wait. But the gentleness he’d experienced from earlier once again heated his chest. “I’m thinking a day of fun—maybe outside of the bed, huh? Then maybe later I’ll let you ravish me again.”

“David,” she cried, but drew his face down and kissed him quick-like before he could stop her. Not that he would have. He got the sense she’d done it before she lost her nerve, and that got to him even more. “Do you know how to ice skate?”

He frowned at that. “Sure, I did a bit in high school.”

“Hockey?” she guessed, with a grin when he nodded. “I bet you were mean.”

“Mean?” he asked indignantly, getting another handful of warm, lush ass in both his hands. “I was good.”

“No doubt,” she murmured, her expression thoughtful. He hoped that meant she was reconsidering the sex. Her nipples had turned pearly hard against his chest and the sheet did nothing to hide how the firm points begged for attention. He wasn’t very strong, he realized, when he bent his head and caught one erect point in his mouth.

“Oh God,” she whispered, grabbing his hair and rubbing her fantastic body against him. “David, oh my God.”

He pulled back from the edge, certain of one thing. He was making her come again in the shower.

“Come on. Get your pretty butt in the shower before you make me come all over your sexy body. I’ll do your back and you can do mine.” He tugged her sheet and she reluctantly let it go. “Damn, this is gonna be harder than I thought,” he admitted, soaking up every inch of her dynamite body. Her cute checkerboard nail-polished toes, to her matching fingernails, and every spot in between, was stunning. Her slender legs made his hands twitch along with his cock. He wanted to press her back and go down between those thighs and feel her tremble against his face from her orgasm.