Undefeated - A New Adult Romance Novel (13 page)

KACE.
There are instances in our lives that we will never forget, no matter how hard we try. Other events, although we will attempt to retain those precious memories, somehow fade away. The memory of yet other events will simply remain forever, stuck in the backs of our minds; we often remember the year, day, and sometimes even the hour associated with these occurrences - even the smell that lingered in the air will remain in our mind as a reminder of the event that we have so preciously tucked away.

Ivan Povlov, a Russian physiologist, in studying classical conditioning, had a theory about the human mind. He
rang a bell each time he would feed his dog. Over time, the dog associated the ringing sound with an opportunity to obtain food. The scientist, in proof of this theory, would ring the bell, and watch the dog salivate at the sound of the bell alone. 

“Babe, I’m home,” Shane
said as he walked in the front door.

“I’m in the kitchen,” I
replied as I moved the groceries around on the countertop.

As he walked into the kitchen, he unzipped his hoodie. He wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Ripp and I just got done training. What are you making?” he smelled clean, as if he had just taken a shower.

“I’m not really sure. Some kind of pasta. I bought wheat pasta, fresh b
asil, vegetables, and some lean beef. I was going to broil the meat and make a pasta dish. It just sounded good. You want anything in particular?” I asked as I shuffled the groceries around.

“I want
you
, Kace,” he responded as he kissed the back of my neck.

A chill ran down my spine. Seeing Shane was enough to make me wet. Seeing Shane shirtless made me an uncomfortable mess. Having Shane touch me and talk to me like this made me melt into a puddle on the floor.

His warm breath on my neck moved my thoughts from cooking to other things - things from the books that I read. My books are both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I feel as if I have actually experienced all of the things that I read about, and I feel far more experienced than I actually am. Truth be known, I have minimal experience with sex, period.

He raised his hands to my shoulders and turned me around to face him. Without speaking, he slid his hands from my shoulders to my neck. Softly, his hands moved up my neck to my face, holding my face in his hands as he kissed me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss as much as the first time we kissed. Kissing Shane was not kissing alone, it was
experiencing
- experiencing feeling and emotions that were unfamiliar to me. I felt
alive
when Shane kissed me. As my body tingled from head to toe, I smelled the sweet basil as I inhaled a breath through my nose.

“I could kiss you forever,” he said as his face slowly moved away from mine.

I opened my eyes and focused on his face.

Bad idea.

I takes every ounce of my ability to resist desire to keep from raping this man. I can’t even look at him without thinking of sex. By simply being himself, he gives me both a reason to live and he kills me.

Right now I am dying.

“Babe, what are you thinking?” he asked me, my face still in his hands.

Y
ou gorgeous, muscled, alpha male boxer – more than anything I want you to fuck me unconscious.

He let go of my face and removed his unzipped hoodie, tossing it into over the bar stool.

Oh, perfect. Add salt to the wound, Shane.

As he lowered his arms, his chest flared. The muscles on his stomach were rippled down to the ‘V’ that formed at his waist. His body defined physical perfection. As I admired his body, I knew I must respond in some sane fashion.

“Babe?” he asked again.

“I just…” I paused, thinking of what to say next.

I inhaled and smelled the basil again. It was a calming fragrance. As I began to speak, he took a short breath. He seemed slightly nervous.

“Babe, it’s time,”
he said as he reached down and began to remove his ragged boots.

I froze.

“Time time?” I muttered. I felt flush.

He nodded, “
I want you to know something. This is not my opinion. It’s not something I just say to say it. This is what I
feel
. Kace, I love you. It might seem strange to hear, it might not. But I know it just as sure as I know anything. I love you,” he paused and looked down at the floor.

Officially melted.

“And,” he looked up from the floor.

“
The time has come,” he tossed his boots into the living room and removed his socks.

Eeeeeeeeeek!

I closed my eyes and inhaled again, feeling as if this was a dream. I had no idea what to do, what to say, or where to move. I was stunned. I stood in the kitchen – clearly in shock. It’s been four years. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I couldn’t speak – at least not intelligently. I wanted this to be perfect for him. I wanted it to be romantic. I wanted candles, rose pedals, and dimmed lights. I wanted slow passionate love making. I wanted to feel his body softly become one with mine. I heard his belt unbuckle. I opened my eyes.

Shane Dekkar naked.

His cock was thick, long, and twitched as it began to rise.

No love making.

No.

I wanted fucked.

Hard.

I yanked my top off and threw it somewhere. I began to fumble with my bra, but couldn’t remember how to remove it. Slowly, he began to step toward me, reaching for my back.

“No!” I screamed.

I have no idea where tha
t came from.

He stopped and looked at me, confused. I dropped my bra to the floor and unbuttoned my shorts. As I wrestled my shorts to the floor, he took a step toward me.

“No!” I screamed.

He stopped again, “Babe?”

I tried to think of every scene in every book I had read in the last four years on my Kindle. C.D. Reiss. E. L. James. Kylie Scott. Kendall Grey. My mind raced as I removed my panties. I began to get excited and feel like my thoughts were becoming jumbled.

Oh God. Not now. Let me speak.

“Like Ripp says,” I blurted. I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs.

He looked at me as if I had spoken Chinese. I pointed at my mouth, rolled my eyes, and took a breath.

“I…”

“I got this,” I muttered as I l
owered myself to a squatting position.

“Babe, stand up,” he said quietly as he held his hand out toward me.

I shook my head and held my hands out toward his muscled ass. I curled my index fingers toward my palms. I was done talking.

I got this.

He took a step toward me. I grabbed the backs of his thigh and pulled him closer. As his hips got close to my face, his cock stood straight up. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and took Shane Dekkar’s perfect cock into my wet mouth.

He began to moan.
He bent his knees and cupped my breasts in his hands.

He had
probably waited as long for this moment as I have, but there’s no way he wanted it more than I did. I wanted him to remember this, and remember it good. Squeezing his rock hard ass in my hands, I slowly slid my mouth up and down his stiff cock. I moved my right hand from his ass to his balls. As I sucked and slurped along the shaft of his cock, I cupped his balls in my hand gently. He squeezed my breasts and closed his eyes. I pulled my mouth slowly from his cock and looked up into his eyes. A thin thread of saliva connected his cock to my lips.

I smiled and raised his cock from my lips
with my hand. Softly, I began to suck his balls. He moaned and relaxed his leg muscles. I took his balls into my mouth, gently sucking and licking them like I had read about in the books. As I sucked his balls, he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples.

I licked along the bottom of the shaft of his cock, and slowly slid my mouth down as far as I could. His cock was massive and thick, and I could only get about half of it into my mouth before my throat convulsed. I stroked his cock as I sucked it, moaning as I did.

As I attempted to take more of his cock into my mouth, I opened my eyes and looked up his muscular torso and at his eyes. His head was tilted back, and his eyes were closed. I slurped and sucked as I slid my hands back and forth. His eyes opened for a moment, and he smiled as he looked down and squeezed my breasts.

I reached down between my legs and touched my pussy. It was soaked and my clit was swollen. In a squatting position, my knees bent, and my ass against my heels, I slowly spread my knees apart as I forced his cock into my throat. His focus changed from my face to my
pussy as I slid a finger inside my wet pussy.

As soon as
my hand brushed against my clit, I came. As I did, I closed my eyes and held his cock still in my mouth. I felt his hands shift from my boobs to under my armpits. As he picked me up from the floor, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. As I laid my head against his neck, I felt his warm breath on my ear.

“K
ace, I know you’re nervous. Just remember, tap me
once
for
yes
, and
twice
for
no
. That’s all you need to be able to do, okay?” he whispered.

Excited,
I tapped his back once with my hand.

He carried me to the kitchen counter and lifted me to counter, placing my ass on the countertop.
His hands slid down my torso to my inner thighs and gently spread my legs apart. As he lowered his head between my legs, he pushed my chest softly, forcing me to go from sitting to lying down.

His mouth softly pressed against my pussy and his finger slid inside. As he began to lick my pussy, his finger gently worked in and out in a rhythmically predictable motion. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling. Within a few seconds, I felt as if I was going to explode.

I tapped him once.

He continued the same rhythm, and motions. I
arched my back and began to moan.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

“Ohhh…”

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

I held my ass off of the countertop and came hard. I had never felt anything like this in my life, not did I have any idea feelings like this even existed. I opened my eyes and looked around the kitchen, making sure this was really happening. For a moment, my mind was elsewhere, lost in a sea of emotional bliss.

His tongue slid to my clit, and began to press it between his lip and the tip of his tongue. Sparks shot through my lower body and up my spine. Scared, I raised my head from the countertop, looked him in the eyes, and tapped his shoulder twice.

“Crazy,” I blurted.

He raised his hand to his mouth.

“Electricity,” I muttered.

I’m just going to keep my mouth shut. This is ridiculous.

He held his index finger to his lips, “Shhhhh.”

He returned to the same fingering and licking motions that brought me to climax before. I kept my eyes open and watched as he licked and fingered me. The sight of his muscular back and shoulders was more than I was prepared for. As his tongue worked me into a frenzy, his finger began to bring me to climax. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

My breathing became labored. I bit my lip harder.

I felt my emotions begin to peak. It was as if I was going to explode from every pore in my body. I started to shake. His motions predictable and pleasurable, I anticipated the climax. As it came, I bit my lip harder.

This is going to hurt.

“Ahhhhhh…”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck…”

I sounded like a retarded sailor. I bucked my hips against his face and exploded.

“Holy!” I screamed as I climaxed.

And I came. Hard.

My body shuddered.

And I came again.

His finger worked in and out of my pussy. I raised my hips.

And I came again.

I trembled. I was done. This was it. I wanted to die, right here in the kitchen, beside my precious basil.

Ahhh, the smell of the sweet basil.

My mind went blank. As I opened my eyes, the room was dark. I could still feel his mouth on my pussy and his tongue inside of me, but I could not see. I blinked my eyes.

Blurry.

I blinked again.

A silhouette.

Again.