Three Wicked Days (12 page)

Juices poured from her body. She stepped closer, rubbing her stomach against his hard
cock through the rough material of his uniform slacks. His palms gripped her butt,
pulling her tighter along his length as his kiss deepened. Breaking away, he leaned
down and picked her up in his arms. With a soft squeal, she wrapped her arms around
his neck and held tight. He was warm, and she snuggled closer inhaling his musky scent
and spicy after-shave.

“You smell so good,” she mumbled.

“Like that one?”

“Yep,” she replied with a giggle.

He smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling. “Then I’ll have to wear it all the time.”

With a grin, she bit at his chin, making him growl playfully. “Which room is yours?”
he asked as he sidestepped the broken glass and made his way down the hall.

“The one on the right.”

Pushing open the door with his foot, he stepped into the bedroom. His eyes roamed
the room, then narrowed into a slight frown. “Okay, the frilly, foo-foo has got to
go.”

Kayla laughed then took a look around her definitely girl decorated bedroom with the
white comforter splattered with pink and lavender flowers. Beneath it at least two
layers of lace brushed the edge of the lacy bedskirt. The curtains matched the bed,
and the white lacy sheers blew in the cool ocean breeze. About ten pillows of all
shapes sat at the headboard. An image of her and Steve having wild sex in the midst
of all those pillows flashed through her mind, and she shivered.

“What did you expect? I am a girl, after all.”

Steve grinned and moved toward the bed. “Oh, I know you’re a girl, all right. A very
sexy…” He placed a soft kiss on her chin. “Very hot…” His lips brushed the corner
of her mouth, and she sighed, parting her lips in silent invitation. “Very beautiful…woman.”

Her whole body hummed with the need to have him. To feel his skin against hers, his
cock buried deep inside her throbbing pussy. “Steve, if you don’t hurry up and make
love to me, I’m going to scream.”

He chuckled, then set her on the floor alongside the massive queen size bed. “I have
no intention of hurrying.” His finger traced her jawline, making her shiver. “Say
you love me.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

She was held captive by the green of his eyes as they smoldered. His nostrils flared
and a muscle in his cheek twitched. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down to her for a kiss. “I love
you,” she whispered against his lips.

With a growl, he took hungry possession of her mouth, sending her senses skyrocketing.
Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt loose, then slid inside running along
the smooth, hard expanse of chest. God, he was so gorgeous. She couldn’t believe someone
as hot and sexy as him loved her.

Shrugging his shoulders, he helped her to remove his shirt. They both worked at the
zipper of his slacks, tugging them down his hips. The coarse hair of his thighs tickled
her leg as she moved it up along his.

She wanted him so bad right now, she could hardly breathe.

*

Steve growled in pure need as he pressed his straining shaft into the soft flesh of
her stomach. She felt so good in his arms, but he had to get rid of his boxers. He
needed to feel all of his skin touching hers. Moving her hand to the waistband of
his shorts, he encouraged her to push them down. Once his boxers were out of the way,
her palms lingered on his ass and then moved around to grip his cock. Her fingers
were warm and firm as they pumped his length, and his balls tightened in response.

“Ah, I like it when you do that.”

“Do you,” she purred. “Then I bet you’ll really like this.”

Kayla dropped to her knees and held the bottom of his shaft with a firm grip. Watching
him through her lashes, she ran her tongue around the purple head. Steve hissed through
his teeth, ready to burst at the feel of her tongue licking the pre-cum from his engorged
tip.

Her other hand slid behind his balls, gently massaging at the same time she wrapped
her lips around him. Relaxing her throat, she sucked him deep, almost swallowing him
completely. He shivered and buried his fingers in her soft hair. “Damn, Kayla.”

He couldn’t take much more. The feel of her hot mouth around his shaft, her hands
at his balls were quickly draining him of what self-control he had left.

“Enough,” he moaned and pulled his cock free of her mouth.

Tugging her to her feet, he shoved the robe from her shoulders and threw it to the
floor. Her breasts heaved with her sudden intake of breath. He cupped one, testing
its weight, and lifted it to his awaiting lips. She moaned and arched her back, digging
her fingers into his hair. He loved it when she clawed at his scalp like that and
he increased his suckling, his teeth nipping at her sensitive nipple.

Standing straight, he pushed her to the center of the mattress on her back. “These
may come in handy, after all.” He sent her a cheeky grin, then grabbed one of the
bigger pillows, settling it beneath her hips.

Her lips opened into a silent “oh” as he bent her knees, spreading her thighs wide.
She was beautiful all spread before him like a feast. One he planned to take full
advantage of. He loved tasting her and the way she whined and undulated against him
when he fucked her with his tongue. His cock throbbed with impatience, but he wanted
to lick at her first—make her come with his mouth.

Leaning down, he spread her labia with his fingers. Her scent enveloped him—musky
with just a hint of citrus. He grinned. He loved citrus.

“You used a different soap,” he murmured. “I like it.”

“I have several different kinds,” she whispered.

Steve grinned. “I look forward to sampling all of them.”

Gently, he blew across her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips upward. He knew what
she wanted, but he would take his time giving it to her. He wanted her screaming for
him.

With patience he had no idea he possessed, he began to slowly lick up her slit, deliberately
avoiding her clit. Her juices poured onto his tongue, and he drove deeper, seeking
out more of her heavenly taste.

“Steve,” she groaned, her hips circling, seeking that touch he held just out of her
reach.

Two fingers pushed into her dripping pussy just as his tongue applied pressure to
her clit. She burst with a loud scream, her juices running out and coating his palm.
As her throbs subsided, his tongue moved to lap her juices up, removing every drop
he could find. He would never get tired of this.

*

Kayla sighed and whined as his fingers continued to gently fuck her pussy, moving
in slow shallow thrusts, once again building her need. She moaned in utter torture
as his tongue made hot little flicks against her sensitive bud. Even with the intensity
of her orgasm, she still wanted him. Her stomach clenched with the need to feel his
cock thrusting into her over and over.

“Steve, please,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his face.

“Please what?” he teased.

“Damn you. I want you, now. Please.”

He removed his fingers and settled his hips between hers. Lifting her legs, she wrapped
them around his waist in anticipation of the penetration of his long, thick cock.
She mumbled incoherently as he continued to tease her, rubbing the tip of his shaft
in titillating circles around her clit, down to her wet opening, and then down to
the tight rose bud of her anus. He was killing her, and she had no doubt he was doing
it on purpose. Finally, he moved to her pussy and drove deep in one long thrust.

She screamed at the stretching, the feeling of completeness when he lodged balls deep.
Her muscles clenched at him as he pulled out then pushed in again. One thrust leading
to another, each one going deeper. His balls slapped against her ass as the rhythm
increased.

Lifting her hands over her head, she gripped the pillows, trying to hold off her release
as long as she could. He felt so good that she didn’t want it to end. But Steve had
other ideas. As he drove deep, he rotated his hips, rubbing against her clit. Her
whole body tensed in anticipation. The oncoming orgasm snaking through her body making
her muscles quake and tremble. Her stomach clenched and her pussy spasmed with the
force of it, as a scream tore from her throat she was sure they heard all the way
on the beach.

Seconds later, Steve tensed above her with a groan, his hot seed spurting into her
channel. “I love you, Kayla,” he sighed into her neck.

She wrapped her arms around him, tugging him closer. “I love you.”

* * * *

Kayla awoke later cocooned within Steve’s arms. She smiled and glanced toward the
window. It was dark outside, the soft calls of the seagulls floated through the open
door that led to the balcony. Vaguely, she wondered where Jordan had gone for the
night or if he was already here and just being quiet.

Steve stirred and opened his eyes. “Good morning,” he said with a smile.

“I think you mean good evening,” she replied.

“Really? What time is it?” He rolled slightly and glanced at the clock. “Two in the
morning? Damn, no wonder I’m so hungry.”

Kayla laughed. “The way you eat I don’t see how you keep your figure.”

“I work it off.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh again. “You do realize
now that you’ve said I love you, you’re stuck with me. I expect an obedient wife.”

“An obedient wife? Oh, honey, are you barking up the wrong tree.”

He grinned, making his eyes crinkle. “I was hoping you would say that.”

She raised an eyebrow in interest. “So you like women that give you a hard time?”

“I like it when
you
give me a hard time.”

She traced his bronze nipple with the tip of her finger. “Wife” did certainly sound
nice, but surely he was teasing so she decided to tease back. “You know. All this
talk about my being a wife is nice, but I don’t recall hearing you propose.”

His eyes widened. “Did I not?”

She shook her head and stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “No.”

“Well. I guess maybe I should rectify that.” With a grin, he rolled from bed and padded
over to his pants lying on the floor.

She frowned as she watched him pull something from his pocket. “What are you doing?”

They’d just been joking, right? Wasn’t it too soon for this?

He climbed back under the covers and took her hand in his. “I’m proposing. Marry me,
Kayla. I’ll make a good husband, I promise.” With a smile, he slid a beautiful diamond
engagement ring onto her finger.

She gasped as she stared at the teardrop shape, one karat diamond with a gold band.
“Oh, God. You were serious?” Part of her felt overjoyed. Another part felt scared
to death. “When did you get this?”

“On the way here. I took a chance. Do you like it?”

She smiled. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“I know it’s soon, and we don’t have to set a date yet. I just wanted you to know
that I’m serious about this. About us.”

She licked her lips nervously as she lifted her gaze to his. He wasn’t her dad. She
needed to remember that. She believed that he would be good to her and that he loved
her. They could take this engagement as slow as they wanted.

Smiling, she cupped his cheek with her hand. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He kissed her, hard, fast, and deep, making her flesh heat with a burning intensity.
The mattress sank behind her and they broke apart to see Jordan bouncing on the bed
beside them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Steve growled.

Jordan grinned. “Checking up on things. When you didn’t come back to your apartment,
I just assumed the best.”

Kayla bit her lower lip to keep from laughing at her friend, but then she frowned.
“His apartment?”

Jordan gave a shrug with one shoulder. “Steve gave me his key so you and he could
have some privacy. Nice place, Cap. A little sparse, but nice. I waited as long as
my curiosity would allow.”

“And you couldn’t wait just a little longer until morning?” Steve asked, clearly exasperated
at Jordan’s tenacity and feigned inability to see how he might be intruding.

“It is morning.”

“Two in the morning,” Steve countered.

“I couldn’t sleep, the suspense was killing me. Well?” Jordan asked, hands on hips.

Kayla held up her hand, showing off the ring, and Jordan squealed like a girl. Steve
groaned, making Kayla laugh.

Steve looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me he’s negotiable.”

Kayla shook her head while Jordan examined the ring.

“No way, big guy. Best friends are never negotiable. Besides, you owe me,” Jordan
said with a grin. “You know, for a straight guy, you have good taste in jewelry.”

Steve chuckled and rubbed at his forehead. “I suppose he can stay.”

Jordan’s smile widened, and he clapped his hands.

“But not in the bed!”

Jordan held up his hands. “Okay, I get the hint.”

“Finally,” Steve mumbled, but the grin said he was only teasing.

“I’ll talk to you later, Kay.”

Jordan left the room and they listened while the door across the hall shut. Steve
rolled to his side and propped himself on his elbow. “So do you suppose he’s really
in his room or is he just on the other side of the door waiting to pounce again?”

Kayla laughed. “He won’t do that again.”

“Good. Then come here and lets finish what we started, future wife.”

Kayla sat in the lounge chair beneath the beach umbrella, shading herself from the
warm afternoon sun. The ocean was gentle today, the breeze light. She ran her palm
along her growing stomach, talking softly to her and Steve’s third child growing in
her stomach.

They’d been married eleven years now. They had two children, Joshua who was seven,
Katelyn who was four, and then of course the one on the way. Joshua’s laughter caught
her attention, and she glanced toward the water where Steve played with the kids.
He looked up and caught her stare, then waved with a smile.