by Em Petrova
She jerked her eyes upward. Short hair still wet from the shower, eyes dark with desire and a dark bruise looming up on his cheekbone.
She stopped there.
Stepping inside, she lifted her hand to skim her fingertips beneath the bruise. “God, I’m glad to see you.”
He offered that casual smile, the slight tipping of the corner of his lips, but it was different too, softer. She’d seen his mouth in countless states—from tense, thinned lips to a sensuous parting as he lowered it to suck her nipple. Everything in between ran the gamut of hard and serious with the occasional quirk of a smile that quickly faded.
This one lingered as he stared down at her. Without a word, he encircled her in his arms and lifted her off her feet. She inhaled his fresh soapy scent and relaxed in his hold as he carried her to the bathroom. When he set her on her feet, he sank to his knees in front of her.
Her heart pounded as he stared up at her.
“I wanted to do this the day of your wedding. I fucking should have. Now I’m on both knees because you deserve more than just one.”
Her throat closed off with emotion.
“I love you more than life, Atalee. It won’t be easy for you if you choose to be my wife. I won’t always be home, you’ll sleep alone sometimes. I’ll get hurt.” He gestured to his bruised cheek and then caught her hands in his.
When he brought them to his warm mouth, pressing a tender kiss to each, her insides knotted with want.
He looked into her eyes again. “But I promise to move mountains and rearrange oceans to make you happy, baby doll.”
“Oh God, Shaw…” Her knees buckled and she landed before him with her arms looped around his neck. He tugged her up against his rock-hard body. Bringing her lips to his, she murmured, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
From that moment on, her only goal was to return every kiss, touch and stroke of his mouth and hands. The shower forgotten, they ended up on the bathroom floor and his towel in a wad. As Atalee cupped his balls in one hand and guided his heavy erection to her lips, Shaw closed his eyes.
The first taste of his salty skin enticed her. A groan escaped her lips, and she sucked him fully in, savoring the grunt he made.
“Wait.” His hand on her jaw had her looking up. His eyelids drooped over his blazing blue eyes. “Straddle my face.”
Hot need ripped through her, and she never knew she could undress so quickly. When he planted his hands on her ass, spreading her apart and sinking his tongue deep into her pussy, she cried out in ecstasy. For a long minute as he sucked, licked and delved into her pussy, her mind blanked. Then she remembered where she’d left off.
Leaning over his muscled abs, she took his shaft into her mouth once more. The hard and soft feel of him between her lips drew her closer until his mushroomed head bumped the back of her throat.
Salty precum leaked onto her tongue. She swallowed around him, and he doubled his efforts on her pussy, tracing her outer lips up and down, drawing closer circles until he landed on her nubbin.
Her insides tightened and released rhythmically, each pulsation growing tighter, harder, more intense.
Breathing hard, she pulled on his cock with her lips and tongue. His hips bucked off the throw carpet they haphazardly had fallen over. Each groan she pulled from him with her mouth sent her higher and higher.
He dragged his finger through her wet folds, dipped into her entrance for a brief second and then moved upward… over her pucker.
Going still, she tried to wrap her mind around the brand new sensation.
He brushed over it with his fingertip again.
Drawing back on his cock, she ran her tongue around the edge. He tensed. “I’m close,” he grated out.
“Good.” She panted. “Because I’m about to explode. Do that again.”
* * * * *
One more second of her sweet, hot mouth on him and Shaw wasn’t going to last. He clamped his jaw for a harrowing second as he battled for control. Her flavors coated his tongue—all he wanted was more.
Grasping her hips, he hauled her down to his mouth again. Each flip of his tongue had her gasping around his shaft and his balls growing fuller. He had to tip her over the edge and fast so he could finish in her tight body.
He skimmed his finger over her ass, feeling a ripple run through her. Fuck, she was so untouched, so responsive to everything he did to her. Dipping his index finger into her wetness, he took a risk.
And sank it deep into her ass.
She came with a scream that resounded off the walls. With each contraction, he pumped his finger in and out of her ass while sucking her hard clit. Juices flooded over his mouth, and she shook against him, grinding her pussy down to get more.
When she increased the suction around his cock and took him into the back of her throat, his balls hitting her lips, white heat stole his sanity. The first jet of cum was huge, but she took it all, swallowing fast as he unloaded all the pent-up need he’d been harboring for days.
Slowly, he gave her one last lick and withdrew his finger from her ass. She collapsed atop him shamelessly, her head resting on his abs. It took him a long minute to regain his senses and find a way to breathe normally again.
“We didn’t even make it to bed,” she said.
“Yet.” His dark tone offered only promises.
She shook with a small giggle. Love took over, and he found the strength to turn her into his arms, lift her and walk into the bedroom. They tumbled into the mattress, and he gathered her closer. With a coo, she tucked her head under his chin.
“I have a confession,” she whispered.
He smoothed his hand over her spine to the dip of her waist. “What is it?”
“I’ve been wanting to suck your cock for days.”
A growl left him, and he used a knuckle under her chin to bring her mouth to his. Tasting himself on her lips only made him harden all over again.
He barely got down to the business of kissing her when his phone gave a familiar chime.
Fuck, not right now. Not another mission.
He tore his mouth free. “I have to take this call.”
She rolled away enough to free his arm and allow him to reach for the cell he’d left on his nightstand when he’d stripped and gone to the shower earlier. He brought it to his ear.
“Woodward.”
“Hey, man.” It was Sully—fuck.
“Tell me we aren’t out again. We just fucking got back.”
Sully chuckled. “Not yet. That I know of, anyway. I was calling to tell you to meet at Pins ’n Sins at seven.”
“Shhiiiit, you asshole. You called to tell me to meet you for beer and bowling?”
Beside him, Atalee’s face regained color and she flashed a smile. Looking at the glow of release still covering her beautiful curves, he wasn’t sure he wanted to get out of bed today let alone face the public with the boner he was sure wouldn’t go down anytime soon.
Their eyes met, and she nodded.
“We’ll be there but we’ll probably be late.” He ended the call without waiting for his captain’s reply, but knowing Sully, he’d be laughing right now.
Shaw drew her close again. “Where were we?”
“Here.” She pressed her mouth into his, and he returned the soft pressure as the kiss tumbled from tenderness to passion and back again. She let out a sigh and snuggled close.
After a heartbeat of silence, she said, “I have something else to tell you.”
“You’re full of surprises today, aren’t you?” He wasn’t worried—anything she told him, they’d handle together.
“Have you talked to your father lately?” she asked.
His heart gave a short jerk as if someone had it by a rope and given it a tug. “No. Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I’m sorry if I just worried you. But yes, he’s fine. At least my mother says so…”
“Wait. Your mother?” Everything came together in his mind. “Are they spending time together?”
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Shaw arched a brow.
She smacked at his shoulder. “Don’t even suggest it, Shaw! I can’t think of my mother doing that!”
Chuckling, he rolled her onto her back and buried his face between her breasts, nuzzling from one to the other until her nipples were sharp peaks of desire again. “I hope you can think of me doing this to you for the rest of our lives.”
She ran her thumb over his bearded jaw. “This and so much more.” Her eyes twinkled. “That thing you did to me in the bathroom?”
God, was she really going to say she wanted him to take her in the ass?
He nodded.
She leaned in and whispered in his ear. His cock lengthened to hard steel, and with a groan of need, he flipped her onto her stomach with her perky ass hiked up in the air.
Epilogue
The big ranch house was decked inside and out with flowers and gold wedding décor. The low notes of a classical guitar drifted through the open window, coming from the garden behind the house.
Atalee beamed at her friend Nevaeh. “You’re stunning. Nash is going to fall over dead when you walk down that aisle.”
Nevaeh directed a dark curl over her shoulder. “Okay, I’m ready to see myself. Turn me around.” Her ballgown with a mini train was full-on Texas bride, but she’d been far from a Bridezilla during all the preparations and been nothing but sweet to all who helped her.
Together with Nevaeh’s mother, Atalee helped to guide the train around into position as her mother spun her to face the full-length standing mirror.
As soon as Nevaeh saw her reflection, she teared up.
“Oh Lawdy, somebody fan her!” Atalee ran to the dresser and grabbed a binder that held the menus the bride and groom had chosen from and began waving it in front of her friend’s face.
“You’re right, Atalee—Nash is going to fall over! I can’t believe this is me.” She stared at the mirror again. “Actually, I can’t believe this is my life at all.” She looked around at the master bedroom that was newly remodeled to accommodate the owners. She and Nash had inherited the home from Nash’s dear old friend who’d recently died serving as a Texas Ranger.
“Good things come to good people.” Atalee grinned at her friend.
“Okay, you can stop fanning. I’m all right for now—until I see Nash. Oh Atalee, wait till you walk down that aisle to Shaw.”
The four of them had become pretty close over the past few months, and Nevaeh knew everything about her first marriage and her worries about tying the knot again. But deep down, she knew this time it was right. Nothing could stop her when they finally decided to set the date.
She handed Nevaeh her bouquet of spray roses and tiny gold pearls. “Now you’re ready. I hear the song ending.”
Nevaeh made it out of the room in a flurry of bling and skirts with Atalee behind her positioning her train. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up to see the most handsome man in a gorgeous tuxedo she’d ever seen.
Slowly, she straightened on her high heels and leaned in to sniff Shaw’s cologne. “God, you smell delicious.”
His crooked smile had her stomach doing somersaults. “You’re beautiful.” He took her hand and brought her ring finger to his lips. The heat of his mouth sank deep into her, and she pressed her thighs together.
“Don’t get me too worked up, Shaw. I have to walk out in a minute. Actually, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be up there with N—!”
Her sentence was cut off as he yanked her in and crushed his mouth over hers. The music, his scent and the moment swelled inside her.
When she pulled away, they stared into each other’s eyes. “Let’s set that date later, okay?”
“’Bout time. I’ve been waitin’ on you, baby doll.” He squeezed her hand and disappeared. A minute later, he was standing up beside the groom. The music changed again, and Atalee prepared to walk the white silk aisle of fabric that cut through the lavish garden.
She looked up and found her lover’s intense gaze on her. She smiled and started up the aisle. Soon it would be to the right—the perfect—man.
THE END
Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.
She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff.
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