Hormotional - eBook

by Adkins, K. S.

  “He’s gone,” I said, this leaving no room for discussion.

  “You need a man in your life, Lizzy.”

  “Haven’t needed one in twenty-two years, Luke.” And up went the defenses...

  “Good thing I showed up when I did then. And to answer your question, I was asking if you were fucking anyone. But you don’t need to say anything because I already know the answer.”

  Before I could lay down the ground rules, I was up in the air because Luke was carrying me to my bedroom.

  In total shock, I asked, “So what’s the answer?”

  Gently lowering us onto the bed, he crawled up my body, pinned my arms above my head, and announced, “From now on, you’re only fucking me.”

  And then he did the most amazing thing.

  He hugged me.

  Elizabeth Hudson was not only gorgeous, sexy, and stubborn, she also had a firm grip. Clearly, the benefits of being a gearhead; and my cock reaped the rewards. While I was busy biting the hell out of her neck, she was fisting my cock like a piston. In my life, a hand job had never felt so fucking good. The woman was wild and raw. She took, she gave, she took again. This was not a woman a man said no to.

  But I couldn’t believe this was a woman no man has been able to nail down in twenty-two years either.

  Everything in me demanded I seal the deal.

  Yes, I had an objective. The fucking second I saw her in person, all the intel, all the accusations meant nothing. I knew in my fucking gut Lizzy was innocent. I also knew what I was doing wasn’t part of the job, but I made it part of the job because in the end, I wanted her next to me.

  Make no mistake, I wanted to be the one who owned her. Luke Temple didn’t lose.

  And right now, I was the furthest thing from losing. Especially when I watched her eyes glaze over after telling her I was the last man ever getting between these thighs. Proof she was into it was her arching up to give me access to her stellar tits. Another thing about her, she was hands down the least shy woman I’d ever met.

  She did not hide her body, she displayed it, tempted me to the brink of insanity with it.

  And fuck, was it refreshing.

  “Remember what I said to you outside the bar?”

  She was grinning at me while she slowly stripped herself like a gift being unwrapped. For me. Tossing her bra, she drops her legs open, and I felt my mouth go dry. “What did I say, Lizzy?”

  “That I was gorgeous,” she said while she slid a finger into her pussy, which was a beautiful act to witness.

  “Straight up, never seen any-fucking-thing more gorgeous than this, than you.”

  “Hey, Luke?”

  “Yeah, Lizzy?”

  “You can save the compliments. I’m a sure thing, so shut up and fuck me.”

  Taking her mouth first, I assaulted her with my tongue and absorbed every moan she put into it. I let her tear my clothes off, uncaring where they landed. When our skin touched, my mind blanked.

  She was so warm and pliable I had to force myself not to drill into her.

  Nails down my back, heels dug into my ass, tits smashed into my chest…Lizzy was promising to be the ride of my life. Greedy for my cock, she demanded to be filled. We both howled out when I thrust into her.

  I fucked a lot in college, as only a horny frat kid could, before I met Willow. I was married to her missionary-style ass for twenty long fucking years. Never cheated, never fucking considered cheating either.

  But when my cock filled Lizzy’s pussy, I remember that for those years Lizzy had no man. I could have had this instead of misery.

  For the next thirty minutes, nothing but chaos surrounded us. We took turns fucking each other, biting, scratching, and grunting. Lizzy though, she was a dirty talker, something I found beyond hot.

  “Feel that?” she asked after taking me to my back to ride me. “My pussy has a lock on you, and we aren’t letting go until we get what we want.”

  “You talk about your pussy in the third person?”

  Her bearing down caused my eyes to roll back into my head. “I was aiming at dirty talk to enhance the experience, but If you’d prefer we fuck quietly, say so. I’ve got two pillows or a dirty sock I could shove in your mouth.”

  “I like your filthy mouth.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, licking her bottom lip. “Then how about you fill my filthy mouth with your big cock?”

  This would be the third time she demanded I shove my cock in her mouth. I had a strong feeling most women gave head only on occasion, but I also felt strongly Lizzy, for the right man, made those occasions regular. The woman could suck a cock. I had to lock this shit down so the only cock in her mouth was mine. A mouth like hers could not be loose in the world. Not while I drew air.

  I tossed her to the side, snagged her ankles, and pulled her toward me, and without another word she takes me deep. Watching her was erotic, listening to her suck was even better. The suction, the gulping, and the gagging.

  Shit, she was better than any porno I’d ever seen.

  When I reached down to play with her pussy, I found it dry and abruptly stopped.

  “You into this, Lizzy?” I asked hesitantly because, swear to fuck, if she wasn’t I’d never recover.

  “Yep,” she answered before she reached under her pillow and tossed me a bottle of lube. “Here you go.” Then went right back to blowing me.

  Fuck.

  Menopause.

  Right.

  The reading I did on the subject told me this could happen, even if she was into it. Clearly, she was. And she was prepared, so this was not a big deal. Squirting much more than I needed, I spread it around and then slid two fingers inside.

  She was snug, very, very snug.

  When I added the third, things got interesting.

  Because Lizzy went nuts.

  While she went nuts, I went faster and harder giving her what she needed. When she stopped sucking my cock to come, I watched it wash over her and hated that other men had this with her. Why was I thinking this? No fucking clue, except I never met anyone like her and knew I lost time by marrying the wrong woman. Jesus Christ, was menopause contagious? Because I was a hormotional fucking mess right now.

  I couldn’t get close enough, kiss her hard enough, and worried she wouldn’t enjoy what I was doing. Being married to a woman who didn’t like screwing you didn’t exactly earn a man experience. With Lizzy, I was letting my instinct guide me.

  So, what would I do if she asked me to stop?

  Shit, I’d probably fucking cry.

  “You’re really good with your fingers, Luke,” she panted and my chest puffed up.

  “You need a break?”

  Chuckling at me, I saw her eyes light up. When she whispered, “No, I’m just getting started,” I prayed if I died, it was inside her snug pussy.

  Clamping my hands on her hips, I decided to keep her on her back in order to control things.

  “Now,” she begged beautifully. “I need you now.”

  With Lizzy on her back, thighs spread open, and arms above her head, I crawled between her legs and paused. I just needed a moment to soak her in. The flush was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. I leaned down to kiss her and readied her with my free hand, we froze once I’m finally wedged inside.

  “Luke?” she asked tensing. I could hear the confusion, fear, and awe in her voice.

  “I feel it, too, Lizzy.” The all-consuming feeling of rightness was overwhelming and fucking perfect.

  “No,” she said while clutching my shoulders. “I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. That’s not how this works!”

  “Do you want me to stop?” God, please don’t ask me to stop.

  Closing her eyes, she shook her head and whispered, “No. I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Good answer.”

  “You’re okay with feeling this? It’s too fast, it’s–”

  “Lizzy,” I whispered. “I�
�ve waited my whole life to feel this.”

  Sinking her hands into my hair, she arched up and whispered back, “Oh God, I think I did, too.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned, trying not to come. “Then hold on.”

  She held on. She did this while we fucked in my lap, sideways, legs over both shoulders, and even half off the bed.

  Lizzy came twice more before I took mine, and when I did I pulled her up to make sure I was kissing her while I came.

  I fell to my back and took her with me. I lay there, dazed after what was, hands down, the best sex of my life. It was so goddamn good I was convinced I was dreaming. Sex like this had to be fictional. Smiling, she asked, “How old are you?”

  No, this wasn't make believe. Because she was here, in my arms.

  Real.

  “Forty-nine.”

  “Really?” she smiled broader. “You screw like you’re twenty-nine.”

  “Vitamins,” I grinned at the compliment. “I take a lot of vitamins.”

  “Any of those vitamins blue?”

  “Smart-ass,” I said, rolling on top of her. “No blue pills yet, thank fuck.”

  “I had fun, Luke.”

  “Me too, Lizzy.”

  “I’ll call you Monday with the estimate for your car.”

  “You’re kicking me out of your bed?”

  “Kicking is a strong word,” she hedged, looking away. “More like subtly reminding you it’s time to go.”

  “I’m not done with you.”

  “Is that so?” she challenged me.

  “Once I am I might go, but I have a feeling you’ll beg me to stay.”

  “When it comes to me don’t trust your feelings,” she tried. “What I said was in the moment. It was–”

  “Lizzy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Shut up so I can fuck you again.”

  And for the record, I fucked her well into the morning, and I only stopped because she tapped out. I also didn’t leave. I had a job to do and a woman to snare, so I was right where I needed to be. When she shifted and starfished her body across mine, I held her tight, glad I stayed.

  I had finally found out what peace felt like. And I wasn’t losing it.

  Not when she broke out in a sweat, causing her to thrash and bitch in her sleep. Or when she left the bed several times to pee. Not even when she ripped serious ass, startling herself semi-awake and muttered, “Hummus.”

  Lizzy would learn quickly I was here to stay.

  Forever.

  Stretching out, I couldn’t help but notice the tenderness between my legs. My God, Luke Temple could screw.

  I’ve been with enough men to know the talent Luke had shown was a gift.

  The man gave the term fuck me sideways a whole new meaning...

  His ex-wife let him and the sex go? Had I been her, I would have made sure I got his manhood in the settlement.

  Your honor, he can keep the 401k, but I request the cock and orgasms.

  Hell, I might have treated it like a custody battle and worked out visitation.

  Good sex wasn’t hard to find. Cataclysmic sex was.

  Sex so intense it left you catatonic with drool drying on your pillow and stubble burn on your neck...

  Checking the time, I groaned when I saw I slept until seven. I always get up at five, on the nose, every morning.

  However, I don’t think I actually passed out until around four…

  I didn’t remember Luke leaving because I was face down snoring and didn’t even bother to say goodbye. Rude of me, but not intentional. Sliding out of bed to make coffee, I huffed into the kitchen to find Luke casually sitting at my table.

  He was still here…

  Fuck.

  Awkward.

  “Morning,” he said, staring at my naked body; and I was speechless. Breaking his stare, he hurried to pour me a cup of coffee then reached into the fridge for the creamer. No one had ever made me coffee before, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him doing it now.

  Wearing only his briefs, I stared at his furry chest and hard stomach, wondering how I was getting out of this. Luke was fucking up my morning routine. I couldn’t excuse myself for my morning poop with him here...

  While I was panicking internally, Luke was the picture of relaxation.

  So, when he handed over the mug before he tipped my chin up to kiss me, I did not kiss him back. I was too tense to even move.

  “Sleep good?” he asked with a satisfied grin. Good God, he was thinking about me riding his face, I just knew it.

  Shit. Now I was remembering it, too. And how I latched on so hard the man couldn’t breathe...

  “You’re in my kitchen.”

  “That’s where the coffee is, baby. Had I known you walked around naked, I’d have woken you sooner. Though, I was just getting ready to bring it to you in bed.”

  “Did you just call me baby?” I hated the word. Didn’t I? I wasn’t sure right now because he just said he was going to bring me coffee in bed. This was it, I was finally going to explode.

  “Yeah,” he said, staring at my tits—again. “It’s a term of endearment. Plus, you curled into me and slept like a baby.”

  “I’m sorry?” I blinked in obvious confusion. Because Elizabeth Hudson did not curl into people.

  “That’s why I called you baby,” he said easily, like I had any clue what he’s talking about. “You let me take care of you.”

  “Take care of me?” Why couldn’t I form a thought around him? Oh right, his cock was like a compass dial pointed straight at me. Duh.

  “Yeah, Lizzy. While you slept.”

  “Uh huh.” Which was really nu-uh, but I was too fuck-struck to elaborate. “Because I know you’re a professional and wouldn’t allow what happened last night to hinder Ram’s employment, I’m going to tell you to get the fuck out of my place as nicely as possible.”

  “And because I’m a professional and wouldn’t allow what happened last night to hinder Ram’s employment, I’m going to tell you to come over here and ride my cock again as nicely as possible. Compromise, Lizzy.”

  Never has any man challenged me like Luke just did. Because once I was done with them, I was done with them. No call backs, cutesy text messages, or emails. Moving on was never difficult because I never brought it home, and I didn’t get invested. As for Jon, he hadn't challenged me either. How was I just figuring this out?

  I was in unchartered waters, having no clue what happens next. So, what did I do? I just stood there, butt-ass naked, in shock. “Clearly, nice doesn’t work with you. Slam that caffeine and come ride me before I have to go.”

  Instantly my entire body heated and I groaned to the ceiling. “Not now.”

  “That flush looks good on you,” he said, watching me. “Get over here and put it on me.”

  “I’m on fire. How can you want me at all when I’m like this?”

  Done with waiting, he ate up the space, lifted me, and tossed me onto my couch. Pinning me down, he got nose to nose with me and growled, “I told you, you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I don’t care about heat stroke or whatever the fuck it’s called because you’re still gorgeous no matter what your internal temperature is.”

  “It’s embarrassing,” I mumbled as sweat beads along my hairline.

  “It’s natural,” he said, biting my lip. “Like my cock in your pussy is natural. The way you’re flushing right now is how you flushed for me over and over again last night, and it was beautiful. I read up on it, Lizzy, and it is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  He was serious, and I still didn’t know what to do. He read up on it? Who does that? And why did I think it was sweet? So, like a high school virgin, I started to babble. “Sometimes, even if I’m in the mood, I still need lube. It’s weird, I don’t get it, but…”

  “I like lube.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I like your pussy; I’m not complaining, Lizzy.”

  “I get
moody,” I offered, hoping he’ll see me for the wreck I am and run for it. “Not just bitchy, but full on Kill Bill.”

  “Like curb stomping the prick out back at the bar,” he said easily. “What else?”

  “My back constantly hurts. I have digestion issues, night sweats, some nights I can’t sleep at all. My concentration has gone to shit. I forget basic things like shoes and smiling, the bloating is a pain in my ass, and I’ve suddenly acquired allergies. Luckily, I don’t get anxious or depressed, yet, but I do get ridiculously emotional, and I have zero control over it. I’ve considered mom jeans, Luke. This is serious shit.” Double checking the room, you know, just in case someone else had snuck in, I confessed, “I’ve peed my pants.”

  “Still not moving, baby,” he smirked, uncaring of my issues. “But nice try.”

  “Fine then,” I said, not hiding my frustration. “I don’t do sleepovers.”

  “Last night you did.”

  “I don’t do coffee in the morning either.”

  “You’re doing it right now.”

  “I’m a busy person.”

  “I respect that. So am I. Got time for a quickie?”

  I tried holding the laughter in but failed miserably. Naked, confused, aroused but amused, Luke sat us up and me onto his lap.

  “Give me one date, no fucking, just a date. Talk to me, get to know me before locking the door behind me when I leave.” He must have fucked something loose last night because I leaned in, kissed his lips, and said, “I’ll think about it.” He wasn’t gone a full minute when I realized he never taught me how to use the alarm system.

  She wasn’t kidding when she said she’d think about it.

  Lizzy was taking her sweet ass time doing it. Time I didn’t have.

  But I was persistent and refused to take no for an answer.

  I called her at the shop with bullshit questions about the Starship, and every time I was about to hang up I asked her out again.

  Tired of me blowing up her work line, she gave me her cell.

  Now that I had permission to reach out to her, I used it to my advantage.

  I knew she caved when she texted back, I’m thinking your ex-wife got off easy in the divorce.