Trusting Love (35 page)

“I’ll do that, McNeil.”

Robert sighed. “Good, Carson. Don’t call again.”

Carson laughed. “I won’t, not unless it’s to wish you well.”

“Don’t even then—”

Carson laughed again and hung up, most likely saving Robert’s number and his new address for some file. Hell, would he ever be free? He flung the phone down on the sectional couch and turned back to the mirror. His tie still wasn’t looking right.

“Do I look all right?”

Robert turned at the hesitant sound of Kris’ voice and froze. She stood with the hotel windows behind her, the glow of the early evening outlining her in such detail that he dropped his hands to his side, his frustration over the tie completely forgotten.

She’d chosen a dark blue evening gown for the wedding but she’d not let him see it on her until now. Now he knew why. His cock went from semi hard-on to fully erect. It’d been five days since he’d had his vasectomy reversed—as long as the doctor had claimed they had to wait—but tonight they were going to a wedding and after, well, after he knew what they were doing.

By the heat turning her brown eyes a warm cocoa, maybe the schedule had been moved up.

“Hell.”

Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. It wasn’t the form-fitting blue satin or the lack of sex—it was Kristen.

She glowed. Every inch of her body not covered by the gown shimmered with the sparkly body lotion she’d purchased to drive him nuts. Now he knew. The gown came to her upper thighs, leaving her long sexy legs exposed down to her tiny toes in four inch heels. The top pushed her breasts up so the mounds rose over the top of the heart-shaped neckline. Every inch of that skin shimmered like some amazing dessert he’d been denied too long. Even her lips were glossed over in a light pink that had him licking his in anticipation.

“Well, either you’re speechless because I look all right, or you’re stunned I’d even think of walking anywhere—”

He caught her up in his arms before she could finish, and lipstick or not, kissed her. She didn’t protest. Hell, she latched on and hitched her leg around his to mesh them as close as possible and when she felt his hard cock, she moaned into his mouth. She rocked along him, pulling her lips from his to search his face. He tightened his arms around her, probably too tight, but he couldn’t get her close enough.

“You’re all better?” she asked when he let her up for air.

“Hell, I’m golden, darling,” he assured her, cupping one lush ass cheek to pull her closer in case she missed the fact that he was more than ready. Suddenly he remembered her wound.

“Your arm—”

“Is fine,” she whispered, “but if you don’t do more than kiss me, Robert McNeil, I won’t be.”

That was all it took. Five days of not having her had been a lifetime.

“You’re sure?” he managed, but he’d already hiked her up in his arms and backed her to the wall, kissing every inch of her breasts and shoulders he could reach. She tasted amazing. “You taste like strawberries and cream.” He groaned when she got his zipper down while he walked.

“Yes, and maybe we’ll see how your plum tastes with it too, but not now. Now I want you. God, do I want you,” she whispered and pulled his hard-on loose of the trousers with such speed that he nearly stumbled.

“God, I love you.”

She stopped, kissing his face long enough to meet his eyes then blew his mind by arching her hips and fitting him to her wet entrance. Still keeping her eyes pinned on him, she slid down his shaft while meeting his eyes. They both groaned together as he helped her by giving one long thrust. She was tight, but so wet it was like fucking into a silky wet fist.

“So big, Robbie,” she whispered.

“So tight, Kris, darling. Let me in,” he urged, giving her a gentle shove past her resistance.

“Never make me go this long,” she gasped into his ear, kissing him there right after and nearly ending their first time before he’d got his fill of her by arching her back and driving herself down him. She’d tightened her slim legs around his hips and used her grip to tunnel his cock deep.

“Damn, baby,” he laughed, trying hard not to let go and get what he felt already building down his spine. “I didn’t want to hurt you, go slow, slow. We have time.”

“Oh, God, hurt me, please, I can take it,” she whispered giving him one hell of a naughty girl smirk, before she leaned in closer to say, “I don’t want to hurt you either. Go slow if you need to, especially if it hurts.”

Her concern did fucked up things to him, made his chest get all warm and his throat hurt right in the middle of the biggest hard-on he’d ever had. He brushed his lips to her temple and breathed her in. “Not having you is the only thing that can hurt me, Kristen.”

“Oh, Robbie,” she said, sounding like she was struggling with the same crazy emotions he was. “I love you. I’ll always be here.”

“Ah, darling,” he groaned, tensing his hips and giving her one hard thrust. “Yes, you will. No backing out now. You promised I could work my way up to that back door fun, remember? Two months, you said.”

She laughed but cut off when he began pumping his hips to feed her slow, long slides of his hard shaft. Her pussy was so wet he slid inside easier now, but still he kept his strokes gentle, not wanting to jar her.

Kris had other ideas. She rocked down on him harder, meeting each pass perfectly.

“Oh, yes, yes, God, yes!” She cried, meeting his eyes with such passion his cock flooded with cum

Her pleasure was like kerosene on an already blazing fire. It always would be. His shoulder blades tightened and under his shirt sweat dripped down his spine. A rush of prickling sensations shot down his balls and drew them up tight, not hurting in the least.

He bucked into her harder, making his balls swing with the growing intensity and groaned as the slap of flesh on flesh sounds filled their hotel room.

Kristen moaned and her eyelids fluttered, but she tightened her hands on his shoulders and watched his face as if she never wanted to look away. The intensity of the moment grew hotter until he had to shift her higher up the wall, keeping her from getting hurt with his arm along her back, while he used his other to grip her ass so he could take her the way he knew she loved it.

A shudder exploded down his back when he did. A clear warning that his orgasm wasn’t waiting long. He’d be done soon simply from the tight slide along his flesh with each punch of his hips, let alone the way her tight nipples kept brushing his bare chest.

“Hold on.”

She cried out his name for an answer as he began giving her firmer, harder lunges. His cock tunnelled in, so hot for her he was rock hard. Every slip and slide was heaven. Each second added a layer of heat to his already simmering body. He broke eye contact long enough to suck on one perfect nipple, lunging his hips in harder when she cried out and starting bouncing down on his erection. He held on, loving the little point, frantic for the taste of her. Not willing to miss the taste of the other little berry, he released the first and found the other with his mouth, giving it the same treatment. Kris moaned so loudly he knew he’d found something to drive her as nuts as she drove him.

His cock swelled to the point where he had to shorten his strokes or hurt her when she began panting how good his mouth felt. He sucked once more, harder and lifted his head to press hot kisses to her throat, finding her pulse point and barely resisting marking her there.

“Oh, God, yes, please, Robbie, there! Don’t stop!”

He took her lips urgently or else he knew he’d leave a mark a teenager would envy. With a groan, he increased the tempo back up, giving her what she wanted. Immediately her body clenched and she climax around him with hard, long spasms.

He was seconds behind. Too far gone to do more than make sure he didn’t hurt her. Instincts took over as the need for her tight friction grew too much to stop his hips from bucking into her.

She cried out again, this time in a voice so rich with the pleasure they shared that he couldn’t hold in his own urgent cry of her name. He clamped down on his muscles and with a long groan, he came with such force that he fell against her warm body and flooded her for the first time with his potent cum.

“Oh, Robbie, Robbie, don’t stop,” she whispered, tightening her arms around his neck as her legs began to tremble through another powerful orgasm.

“Ah, darling, never,” he promised as he bucked into her, giving her everything he had. She opened her mouth in a silent cry and dropped her head to his shoulder as they shared their orgasms.

When he could catch his breath, Kristen was smiling into his shoulder, placing kisses there with a happy little hum. She’d managed to get his shirt open without him even knowing it until he remembered how good her breasts felt against his chest.

God only knew where the damn tie was.

She was more than he deserved, but he’d do whatever it took to make her happy. To show her she could trust love to keep them together. Maybe more of them together, he thought, as another hot spurt of cum saturated her womb with his little soldiers.

“Oh! Robbie, that feels so good, did you know?”

He laughed, suddenly realising his pants were down around his ankles as well. She was nearly naked from him pushing her dress down past her breasts and up past her hips. His semi-hard cock slipped free from her warm embrace, but he knew it wasn’t going far from where he was right now.

“What’s so funny?”

“Damn, darling, we were supposed to keep this until after the wedding. Look at us now. We’re going to be late.”

She gave him that naughty girl smile from before. “I don’t think they’ll start without us, will they? Besides, I wasn’t waiting one more minute to have you if you were all better.”

He grinned at that. “I told you I was all better four days ago.”

She laughed and kissed him. “Well, I didn’t believe your big guy as much as I believed the doctor. So…” She trailed her hands over his face and smiled when he kissed her fingers. “I guess we’ll have to take a shower then go down, mmmm?”

“Ah, darling if we get into the shower together—”

“I’ll get to see if I like strawberry plums or buttered plums better.”

He tipped his head back and laughed. It felt so good he hugged her tight, hearing her own laughter mingle with his. She tightened her legs around his waist and kissed his throat with a happy sigh.

Life, a future, a family, all with this woman, had waited for him all this time and he’d not known it.

His sister could wait just a little longer.

Kristen caressed his chest, rubbing her fingers over the hair there with a playful look. “After that, we can see about this wedding, and may be go have our own, too, mmm?”

“Darling,” he told her, walking to the bathroom, still carrying her. “Trust me, we’ll see about it all and have one hell of a good time too.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too, Kristen.”

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Billi Jean

Excerpt

Chapter One

“Target in sight, confirm visual, Scott.”

Dare glanced from his magazine in time to catch a glimpse of his target before she was lost in the crowded airport.

“Confirm, target spotted, I’m on it.”

“Careful, she can be spooked easily, stay back until we hear more, Dare. No stunts.”

“Stunts, huh?” Daren Scott, known by Dare to his old team, and the new one, the Sentinels, grinned and headed off in the crowd, spotting his target’s long black hair and purple backpack.

She’d slung a backpack over one shoulder and ducked in and out of the people with much more ease than he did at six foot five and some change. She was small, smaller than the file on her suggested. Not short, but fragile looking. Her Korean side was much stronger, than her Jamaican. Most people would barely notice she was anything other than Asian from a distance. Up close, though, he could tell she wasn’t completely Korean. Her skin glowed with health and reminded him of a creamy latte. The way she was dressed, in a baggy sweatshirt that hung loose around her thighs, leggings and combat boots, made her look more like a hip college student than a world famous scientist’s daughter. A scientist’s daughter trained in espionage.

“Yeah, no playing the playboy with the bunny.”

Dare’s grin grew, but she wasn’t his type. He liked his women tall, busty and a little dirty. The mark in front of him looked wholesome, not at all what the report said on her. Hell, she looked like a strong wind would knock her out, let alone a long night of sex.

She turned partway to the side and he got his first glimpse of her profile. She was beautiful enough. She almost looked like a better looking Rhianna, if there was such a thing.

The Korean side of her family had defiantly given her that exotic Asian princess look, while the slightly cocoa-coloured skin tone and fuller lips combined with the long black hair to create a beautiful woman. She would get second, third and most likely fourth looks no matter where she went.

After a second of scanning the baggage claim area, she turned fully and he ground to a halt.

He knew this woman. Didn’t he? But how and where?

She met his eyes across the sea of people. In that brief glance, he was certain.

She dismissed him with barely more than a glance and continued her inspection of the area. Her lack of surprise at him in itself was a giveaway. He was a black man—well, half since his dad had been white but in Korea he was all black. He towered above everyone near him. Why they’d chosen him as the lead on this mission was beyond him, but no matter what he did, he stood out. There were a lot of other foreigners here in Seoul, but none nearby at the moment and none tall and black. She should have stared. Half the people around him stared, the other half were probably taking pictures to show their kids and friends.

Odder, her lack of response stung in a more than ‘I’m the unique foreigner here’ way—it stung that part of him that liked a woman’s show of interest. Was that it? Was he intrigued by a woman who didn’t seem impressed with him? He didn’t think so. The longer he watched her turn her head from left to right and back again, scanning the baggage claim area, the more he struggled to name her, place her, but couldn’t.