by Cathryn Fox
He slams into me, and I lift my hips to meet his every punishing thrust. Hot, wild and ravenous, he pistons high inside, and I ride along, panting for each and every breath as I follow his rhythm, my need matching his.
Pleasure takes hold, races through my entire body, steals the air from my lungs as I orgasm around his bruising cock. A sound I’ve never made before, something between a keening cry and a garbled moan, rips from my lungs, as I shudder. Hot cum drips over my flesh, and Tyler clenches down on his back teeth. I put my hand on his shoulder, dig my nails in and hold on as my world narrows to nothing but pleasure.
“Haven. Fuck,” he says his raging eyes still on mine, as he stills inside me, and pulses with his own climax. My mouth falls open, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as he presses his forehead to mine. “So fucking beautiful,” he says and I’m not sure if he’s talking about me, or his release. Maybe he’s talking about my climax, the way my muscles squeezed around him. I swear I’ve never come so hard or so long in my life.
He stops coming, buries his face in my neck and grazes his teeth over my shoulder, like he’s branding me as his. I put my hands on his back, lightly run my fingers over his damp skin and smile when he quivers.
“That tickles,” he mutters.
I change tactics, and scratch his back and he nips at me. I bask in the weight of his body pressing me down, and instantly miss his warmth when he shifts and pulls out of me.
“Fuck,” he says, obviously still sensitive as he frees his cock. Sitting up, he disposes of the condom and tugs on his pants. The bedroom door creaks as he leaves without a word and for a second I’m not sure he’s coming back, but a heartbeat later he’s back in the room, a wet cloth in his hand.
He sits on the edge of the mattress and puts his hand between my legs to wash me. His touch is gentle, soft on my sex, a complete contrast to the way he fucks, and I get a little pang, right around the vicinity of my heart. I blink, wondering if I’m dreaming, because I swear to God this guy is too good to be true.
“Do you have a problem, Haven?”
I shake my head, and he tosses the cloth into his laundry basket. “Good,” he says and pulls the blankets up to tuck me in. He stands again, and I watch him wide-eyed as he makes his way to the door. Lord, I really shouldn’t be feeling such a deep sense of loss.
“Good night,” I say.
He flicks the light off, and in the dark I listen to the rustle of his pants as he removes them. “You’re staying?” I ask, wishing I was better at hiding the joy in my voice.
“Yeah.” The bed dips beside me, and I lay there staring at the ceiling in the dark. Even though I’m tired, my mind races, wants to relive every minute of tonight. I just had sex—the best sex of my life—with a man I barely know. A man who is going to pretend to be my boyfriend to protect me from whoever is sending threatening letters.
He shifts and his voice falls over me. “Go to sleep, Haven.”
“You’re awfully bossy.”
He effortlessly moves me around with powerful arms, until I’m the little spoon and he’s the big one. “You don’t know me,” he says as I melt into his warmth. “But know this. We’ll be doing this again.”
“This?” I ask, as we snuggle, and try not to get my hopes up. “Do you mean snuggling or sleeping together?” Yeah, I need to clarify.
“I’m talking about fucking. We’ll be doing that again,” he says, a statement not a question. “I’m not nearly done with you, Haven.”
I bite down on my lip and resist the urge to scream, YAY!!
5
Tyler
The early morning sun shining in through the crack in my curtains slants on the wall and pulls me awake. I’m about to stretch when I realize there’s a hot body next to me. I peel one eye open and my heart beats a little faster as memories of last night come racing back, pushing the early morning fog from my brain, allowing lust to take its place.
I want her again.
“Jesus,” I murmur silently. You’d think I’d be sated this morning, but nope, my cock is up cock-a-doodling, ready to go another round. Footsteps sound in the hall, and by now, my brothers and cousins will have figured out where I slept last night. Good. At least now they all know Haven is hands off. The first one to say a word about me sleeping in here—or rather my bed—for the night, I’ll take out back for a goddamn beat-down. Yeah, it’s true I don’t spend the night, but the circumstances are different here. Haven is in some kind of trouble.
Yeah sure, Tyler. Go ahead, just try to convince yourself that’s why you stayed all night.
I shift to take in the way her blonde hair is falling over her face, one wispy strand moving back and forth as she breathes. A ridiculous, village-idiot grin spreads across my face. With the slightest touch, I pull her hair away so she doesn’t snort it into her brain.
She stirs under my touch, and I lightly graze my fingers over her delicate shoulder, take pleasure in her soft skin. That’s when I notice the teeth marks on her flesh. I chuckle slightly, but I hope the damn bites don’t interfere with her filming today. She’s probably supposed to be blemish-free for this sweet romantic comedy she’s starring in.
She rolls toward me and I take a breath as her eyes open and meet mine. A part of me expects to see regret lingering in those baby blues, but instead I’m met with pure satisfaction. She gives a lazy, cat-like stretch.
“Morning,” she says softly, and my chest squeezes, a strange little tug around my heart as I take in her pretty eyes.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I don’t mind you waking me.” She shifts to see the clock on my side of the bed. “What time is it?” she asks.
I brush her hair back and she leans into my hand, her cheek warm and flushed from sleep—maybe still from sex. “Still early. Why don’t you try to get a little more sleep.”
She nods and stretches. “Why are you up?”
“I’m headed to the gym.” In the summers I start my weekend classes early, before the heat of the day, and before I’m required to check in for work. Yeah, in the summer, the Blue Bay Crew Construction company works around the clock, seven days a week, and I’m okay with that, considering I put all my money into the company to get it back in the black. We all did. It’s healthy and thriving now, and we’re all going home with a damn fine paycheck, which I only touch for basic necessities.
The truth of the matter is, I’m good with my hands and I don’t mind helping out in the family business. Big brother Sean has really done a great job filling Dad’s shoes. But as I think of my Dad, and how we all up and left as soon as we were old enough, my throat tightens.
He was such a hard-ass man. None of us could ever do right in his eyes, but he was still our father, and not one of us was here when he died. All he ever wanted was for us to be together, working in the family business. He got what he wanted. Unfortunately, it came after his death. As the oldest, Sean was the first to leave and first to come back. I think he took Dad’s death the hardest. He blames himself for setting an example for the rest of us.
“Of course you’re going to the gym,” she says sleepily. “You don’t get a body like yours from sleeping all day. I should probably go too.” She reaches out and a hard quiver cuts through me as she races her fingers down my chest, to my abdominals.
“Want to join me?” I grin as I think about putting her through one of my workouts.
“Yes,” she says, and a smile touches her face as she puts the pillow over her head and gives a muffled, “No.” She laughs, and I laugh with her.
I tug the pillow away and drop a soft kiss onto her lips. “You don’t have to come.”
“Maybe another time.” She goes quiet for a second, her gaze dropping to take in my bare chest. “So this,” she says, her questioning eyes lifting to me. “We’re doing it again?”
I chuckle at that, and I don’t even have to ask if she’s game. Nope, the second my lips touched hers, I tasted the hunger, the need lingering below the surfac
e. I’m not being an asshole here. I’m not even being a narcissist—I’m the furthest thing from it. In fact, I’m a realist and I understand women want me for my body. Back in the day, everyone wanted to sleep with the Hammer. The Hammer is a great guy to have fun with and nothing more. I used to be okay with that.
Wait, what?
I’m still okay with it, I guess. I don’t know, like I said already, I’m getting a little played out. Haven though, she needed me last night, and I jumped on it. I’m not going to lie and say it was only to give her what she wanted. I damn well wanted it too, and I’m not going to forget for one second that she wants me for my body, and for protection. It’s ridiculous for me to think she might want more. Hell, I don’t even want more. I just met the woman. Yeah, sure it’s like I know her after listening to her brother, but still, she’s basically a stranger.
“That’s the plan.” I touch her face, run the pad of my thumb down her soft cheek until I get to that hollow spot on her neck she liked me kissing. She frowns and my fingers still as I study her tightening face. “Do you have a problem with that, Haven?”
“A big one, actually.”
Shit, no way did I read her wrong. I’m an expert at body language. A guy doesn’t win a title fight if he can’t read his opponent—although she’s anything but the enemy. I go up on my elbow, wanting to know what’s going on inside that head of hers. Everything in her body says she wants this with me. Why the hesitation all of a sudden? “Talk.”
She bites her lips to hide a chuckle and I follow her gaze down…to my cock. I shake my head and laugh. “Okay. Never mind. I get it.”
My cock thickens impossibly more beneath her inspection, and a groan of pleasure rises in my throat when she takes my length into her small palm.
“The problem is, I can’t let you out of the room like this. What kind of a girlfriend would do such a thing?”
“A really shitty one,” I say, playing along.
She frowns. “Too bad you have to hurry to the gym.”
“Fuck,” I murmur at the reminder. I have ten kids waiting for me but… “If we hurry…”
Before I can even finish the sentence, she’s between my legs, pushing me until I’m flat on the bed. Her long hair tickles my thighs as she poises her mouth over my crown. “I never got to finish what I started last night,” she murmurs, staring at my dick with obvious appreciation. She parts her lips, and I grip the sheets as my cock sinks to the back of her warm, wet mouth.
“Jesus, Haven, that is good.”
She takes me deep, her tongue doing the most insane things to me, and I grip her hair, pull it from her face to watch her take me in. Women have given me oral sex before, but Jesus, I don’t think any of them have ever really enjoyed it. Haven, with her half-lidded eyes, her soft sexy moans, is between my legs worshipping my damn cock like it’s a prized possession. I shouldn’t like that so much.
Ravenous, she sucks and licks and makes carnal noises like she’s eating an ice cream cone during Blue Bay’s worst heat wave. Speaking of heat… My body burns, blistering flames racing through my veins and coaxing my climax. I try to hold on, I’m usually pretty good at that, but this woman, with those gorgeous plump lips, natural breasts the right size for my mouth, and a body made for sin…well, how the fuck is a guy supposed to hang on when he’s battling this kind of perfection?
I touch her hair and my balls tighten as she takes me so deep she nearly chokes. A hard quiver goes through me and my hips jerk forward as I tremble.
“I’m there, babe. I’m fucking there.” I try to tug her away, wanting to pleasure her first. Christ, I’m not a guy to take without giving and never a guy to take first. That’s not how I roll. She refuses to budge, in fact, she wraps her hand around my shaft and moves it up and down, following the motions of that sweet mouth of hers. I’m a goner. I give it one more attempt, but she sucks harder. Okay, she has other plans, she wants me to come in her mouth, and I’m too damn weak to put up a fight.
I grip her hair and clench down, totally giving myself over to the things she’s doing to me. Mumbling curses under my breath as she cups my balls and massages lightly, I let go. I grunt, and my body jolts under her sweet ministrations, my release so powerful and pleasurable it’s all I can do to find my next breath. I pant and gasp as she stays between my legs and licks me clean, and I sit there, a little dizzy, a little out of touch with reality as her sexy moans dance like musical notes before my eyes.
“Wow,” I finally manage to say as I exhale a fast breath, only to drag in another. She glances up at me, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. “What a way to wake up,” I say, and she crinkles her nose, those blue eyes once again going glossy as she thinks about something. “What?” I ask and reach for her.
“You’ve never woken up like that before?”
“No, have you?” I ask, my voice a bit thick and accusatory. Jesus, am I jealous? Jealous that this woman might have woken up with a man between her legs?
“Actually, no,” she says, either ignoring or misinterpreting the hardening of my tone. “I just thought you—”
“Past relationships stay in the past, but if you’re asking if I do sleepovers, the answer is no.”
Her head rears back a little. “Oh. That surprises me.” She looks at the mussed bed. “Then why…”
“This is kind of my bed, and you don’t snore quite as loudly as Carter,” I say, and she nods, the tiniest of frowns plucking at the corner of her mouth.
Fuck, that didn’t come out right. I need to explain this better, and be careful not to tell her I wanted to stay in her bed, mainly because I wanted to wake up with her, and that’s never happened to me before. This is just a damn fling. I’m her bodyguard, so to speak. But I don’t want her to think she was just a body, a goddamn sperm bank. I know what it’s like to feel like a slab of meat and nothing else, and it’s just shitty.
“Haven,” I say and touch her chin. “I also stayed because you were scared, and I’m your boyfriend, remember?”
She gives a small nod, and even though she doesn’t look convinced—I have no reason to lie about that—she says, “Now you can go to the gym and not worry about having a big boner.”
I eye her for a minute, and get she wants to move on to a new topic, so I chuckle with her. “Every time I think of this, I’m going to get hard. Now get over here, so I can get my mouth on you.”
She glances at the clock. “Can’t actually. I have to be on the set bright and early.”
I shake my head and try to wrap my brain around what just happen. “Seriously, you just woke up, decided to give me a blow job, and expect nothing in return?”
She plucks at the linen, and puckers those lush lips. “Maybe I wouldn’t say that.”
“Good, because I want my mouth on you. Now get over here and don’t make me ask again.”
“You are so bossy.” She chuckles and shimmies off the bed. “I honestly have to go, but I’m going to take a raincheck.”
“You can’t be serious, Haven. Fuck.”
“What?”
“I can’t just let you give me a blowjob and leave. I’m not that guy.”
She glances down, her brows knitted together. Jesus Christ, I hate every guy whose come before me, every guy who was okay with taking and not giving. That stops now.
“Get your ass over here.”
“I really can’t, Ty. If I’m late…” She tugs on a robe and gathers up some clothes. “I showered before bed, but I…I definitely have to shower again. Do you think it’s okay? Will a shower be interfering with anyone’s schedule?”
“Yeah, mine, because I want my mouth between your legs.”
Her body quakes. Yeah, she wants it too, and she needs to learn that sex with me is give and take. “I really have to go.”
“No, you really have to come.” I climb from the bed and tug on my jeans. I open the bedroom door and wave my hand.
“What are you doing?”
“The lock on the bathroom door is a bit tricky. At
this time of the morning, they’ll barge in without thinking.”
“I noticed last night it was wobbly.” She chuckles and shakes her head. “A house full of guys, construction workers at that, and not one of you can fix the lock.”
“Not much need to. Like you said, a house full of guys, but I’ll fix it for you tonight. Right now, I’ll give you a lesson on how to make sure the lock stays in place.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
She steps from the room, the sweet scent of her hair tickling my nose, and arousing all my senses. I follow her down the hall and step inside the bathroom with her. I shut the door, and put my hand on the lock.
“Tug the door like this, and then slide the bolt across. It will keep it from unhinging. Try it,” I say and back up. As she plays with the lock, I reach into the shower and turn it on.
She turns back to me. “I think I got…” She blinks as I tear my jeans off and check the water temperature. She points a finger at my body. “Uh, what are you doing?”
“You asked for a rain check, but it’s not supposed to rain for a few days,” I say. I put my hand under the warm spray. “This is a good substitute, don’t you think?”
She shakes her head. “We can’t—”
“Yes, we can, and we’re going to.”
She jerks her thumb over her shoulder. “What about your family?”
“I’m a grown man. You’re a grown woman. But yeah, I really need to get my own place.” Honestly, I never had a reason to before. If she’s going to be here for a while, and obviously she’s a bit uncomfortable showering in the family homestead with me, then I better make that move sooner rather than later. I crook my finger, gesture for her to come close as an idea forms. “No girl of mine is going to give me a blow job and go without because she’s short on time. You shower, I’ll take you where you need to go. Two birds and all.”