Heart of Hope: Books 1-4

by Williams, Ajme

  “Why can’t I stop wanting you?” I said, as I kneaded her tits and my mouth made its way down to suck them.

  “Do you want to?” Hands gripped my head, and she cried out when I sucked hard on her nipple.

  “No.” I sucked the other nipple in my mouth, tweaking the last one with my fingers. “But this … it’s going to go all wrong.”

  “Don’t think about it. Don’t think about anything but right now.”

  I dragged my tongue over her nipple and along her collar bone until I was face to face with her again. “Is that what you’re doing?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, as her hands gripped my face. “Don’t think about work or the risk or Eli or any of it. Just here and now, Nick.”

  Strangely, that was hard. I needed here and now like I needed my next breath. But fucking hell, I needed beyond that too. The realization brought me back to my first question—why couldn’t I stop wanting her? I hadn’t ever stopped wanting her. A part of me demanded that I ask for more than this moment. Another part of me told me that I walk away now while I still had my heart and dignity intact. Fuck it all, I couldn’t do either. If here and now was all I’d get, then I’d take it.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here,” my voice came out in a growl as my fingers found her pussy lips and slid inside her. She was wet and hot, and my cock ached to be inside all that creamy goodness.

  “Yes, Nick. Now.”

  “I want to watch you come first,” I said as I finger fucked her. I watched her face as I thrust my fingers inside her, twisted and wiggled them, and then pulled out, only to do it again.

  Her expression was mixed with desire and torture. She was reaching for release, and it was so fucking beautiful. She moaned and her head dropped back exposing her lovely neck. I leaned over, sucked on the soft skin, not giving a shit if it left a mark.

  “Nick … make me come … oh God …”

  I lifted my head so I could watch as her orgasm washed through her. I thrust my fingers in, tilting them to it her G-spot, while my thumb pressed against her hard clit. “Come on my fingers, baby.”

  She screamed out my name, and her body clamped down on my fingers. I shoved them in and out as fast as I could, watching her in amazement as I drew her orgasm out.

  “Yes, oh yes …” she chanted as her hips fucked my fingers.

  The water was cool, but not enough to keep my cock down. It was so fucking hard, chances were I’d come before I got inside her.

  I pulled out my fingers, and gripped her hips with both hands, and pulled her pussy to my dick. “Make me come, Mia.” In one hard thrust, I shoved my dick as far as it could go inside her.

  She cried out again, her fingers gripping my shoulders so hard I’d probably have bruises. I didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was this moment. Her and now, her legs wrapped around my hips while I was seeped inside this woman.

  “Ah fuck you feel so good,” I groaned as I held her to me, loving the feel of her pussy walls massaging my cock.

  “Nick.” She was breathing hard. “Fuck me …” Her hips rocked back and forth, and I was forced to comply with her request. My dick demanded it. I withdrew and plunged in again, loving how her voice carried over the water each time I rammed into her.

  Soon, I was like a fucking freight train, barreling down the track towards oblivion.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come …”

  “Yes … I’m coming.” Her pussy grabbed my dick so hard, stars blasted behind my eyes.

  I yelled out as my dick exploded, and pleasure shot out to every neuron in my body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck …” I was so fucking good, I never wanted it to end.

  Unfortunately, as the saying went, all good things must come to an end, including fantastic orgasms.

  I held her to me, my forehead on her shoulder as I worked to catch my breath. Her hands held me, and for a moment, I let myself imagine this was more than just sex.

  Once the heat of passion was over, the coolness of the lake seeped in. She shivered, and I could feel the goosebumps on her skin. She was right. This was just here and now as we needed to get out of the water. There was no real beach or lake side area to lay entwined in this spot. So, once we got out, that was it.

  “I want to ask you to come home with me,” I heard myself say before I could rethink the wisdom of it.

  She lifted her head and I could see a tug of war in her eyes. “Why don’t you?”

  Her words belied her expression, but I put my stock in her words. “Come home with me.”

  She smiled, and it made my heart warm. “Yes.”

  22

  Mia

  Following Nick back to his house, I had a moment to rethink the wisdom of giving in to him, to my desire for him, again. The risks to me were high, and I didn’t mean just my job. Seeing Nick again, all those old feelings I’d had for him before muddled my senses. That’s what I’d told myself all the times I let him touch me before. I was reliving the glorious feelings of the past.

  But watching him earlier tonight with my father, the swell of emotion towards Nick that filled my chest until I could barely breath was new. I knew my father loved me and Eli, but he cared for Nick, as well. It appeared that he respected Nick more than me and Eli. I suspected Eli was jealous of that. To be honest, I was too. Nick had a connection with my father that I didn’t.

  More than jealousy, though, was admiration. Watching how gentle yet firm Nick was with my father made my heart sing. The way my father listened to him and engaged with him was lovely. I’d loved Nick before, but not enough to give up my dreams. In our reunion, I’d grown to care for him as I got to know him again. He was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve.

  But seeing how he was with my father; I fell in love with him again. Not a rekindling of the old, but something new and different. The realization brought more difficulty in my life though. Once again, I was in a position to choose him or my career. I knew he cared about me and desired me, but that didn’t mean he loved me. It would be foolish to risk my job when I could just be a fleeting fancy for him.

  Still, after he walked out, I had to see him. To ask him about his relationship with my father. To know it was real and genuine. He’d said he was on a hot date, but my father grumbled that he probably left because of me and Eli. Taking a chance on that, I went to his house, hoping I didn’t catch him naked with his lawyer. When he wasn’t there, I remembered a spot he told me about when we were dating last time that he liked to go for peace and tranquility. Part of me felt bad that I might be interrupting that and bringing more angst, but I had to see him.

  I’d arrived just as he’d finished stripping and was walking to the water. I took a moment to admire the beauty of his body. Long lean lines. Strong defined muscles.

  Next thing I knew, I was in the water with him, and he was touching me, making my body hum with delicious sensations.

  I should have gone home after that, but instead, I’d agreed to go with him again. As the turn to his house loomed closer, my rational brain told me to continue past and go home. My heart refused to listen, and I made the left hand turn, and then took the next right on the long dirt driveway to his house.

  He opened my car door for me and took my hand, kissing it as we walked to his front door. I’d slept with him before, but this felt different.

  When the door closed behind me, he pressed me against it and kissed me. His lips were soft and warm as his tongue made slow sweeps through my mouth. His chest was hard as it pressed against my aching breasts. His dick was long and hard against my belly. I reached my hand down, stroking him over his jeans, loving how he moaned and ground himself against me.

  “I want to taste you,” I said against his lips, as my hands undid the belt and button of his slacks.

  He lifted his head, his green eyes glassy with desire. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”

  I nodded. “I want to make you come with my mouth.”

  His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned. I pushed his pants and boxer briefs
down. Switching our positions, I pushed him against the door and then dropped to my knees, my hands sliding down his thighs as I took a close look at his dick.

  “Are you sure, baby?” His fingers thread through my hair.

  His dick was long and hard and beautiful. A pearl of precum sat on the tip. I stuck out my tongue and lapped it up.

  “Aw fuck …” His eyes closed and his head thunked back against the door.

  A wave of power flowed through me. He was surrendering to me. I was in charge of his pleasure. God, I hoped I did it right.

  I leaned forward, swirling my tongue around the tip and then sucking it into my mouth.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he said on a sigh.

  Feeling emboldened, I took his dick deeper into my mouth, pressing my lips tight around it. I moved back and forth.

  “You’re a fucking dream come true,” he said, as his fingers tightened on my scalp.

  I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him as I focused on my mouth on the tip of his cock. With my other hand, I massaged his balls, loving the soft feel of the velveting skin.

  “That’s it, Mia. So good. So, fucking good.” His hips moved with me, and I was able to find a rhythm that he seemed to like. I removed my hand, and used only my mouth, taking him deep and deeper.

  “Yes … yes … I love your mouth.”

  Soon I was sucking and stroking faster, harder to his moans and naughty words.

  “Fuck baby, I’m going to come … if you don’t want it …” He seemed to pull away, but I gripped his ass and pulled him until his cock tip hit the back of my throat. He yelled out, “Here it comes … fuck …”

  Warm liquid splashed the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow it down. It was thick and slightly sweet. I continued to fuck him with my mouth, taking all of his cum that I could until his cock went soft. Even then I kept it in my mouth, loving the soft skin and taste of him.

  I looked up at him. His head tilted forward and he looked down at me, with my mouth still on his dick.

  “I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He pulled his dick out, reaching down and gripping my arms he pulled me up. “That was fucking amazing.” He kissed me, this time hard, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth like he wanted to taste himself. “My turn,” he said as he guided me to the dining table just outside his kitchen.

  He had me naked and sitting on the table in no time. He pushed my thighs apart as he dropped to his knees. He groaned and ran his tongue over my clit, sending a shockwave through me.

  “Nick!” It was amazing to me how one little touch could set me off.

  “Right here, baby.” His tongue thrust inside my pussy, flicking along the sensitive walls. He had me teetering on the edge, and I gripped the table needing to hold on as I prepared to fly. But he pulled back.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop …”

  “I want you to fuck my face, Mia.”

  Huh?

  He took my hand. “We need a bed for that.”

  I wasn’t sure how I made it the short distance to his room. My legs felt like wet noodles the entire way.

  He lay back on his bed. “Straddle me.”

  I did as he said, rubbing my pussy over his thickening cock.

  “Now move up over my face. I want to eat you.”

  I scooted until I straddled his face. “Won’t you suffocate?”

  “Maybe. But it will be worth it.” He tugged on my hips, pulling me down until his mouth was on me again and holy crap, I thought I might die of pleasure. I gripped his headboard, feeling like I was about to shatter into a billion pieces and fly off into oblivion.

  His tongue thrust in and out of my throbbing pussy. Other times he sucked on my clit, making me see stars.

  “Nick … Oh, God …” My thighs shook, my hips pumped over him.

  “You taste so sweet. Give me your pussy juice, Mia.”

  A long feral moan escaped my mouth as pleasure came at me from every side. His hands slid up my sides. He pinched and gently twisted my nipples as his tongue thrust inside me, sending me shooting like a rocket into the stratosphere.

  “Yes, yes … don’t stop Nick … Oh God.” I rode his face, wringing out every last bit of pleasure from the orgasm pulsing through my body. When it was done, I was completely spent.

  Nick pushed me over and maneuvered on top of me. “You taste divine.” He kissed me with my cum all over his mouth and chin, as he slid his hard cock inside me. I held on to him as he fucked me hard and fast.

  I moaned and arched as he took me up to the edge again.

  “Come on my cock, Mia … make me come …” He thrust hard, and once again, my pussy was convulsing as sweet ecstasy flooded my body.

  “Yes, yes … ah, fuck yes …” He growled out as he pumped his seed inside me until he collapsed. “Mia,” he said softly as he rolled to his side and gathered me close.

  I held on to him, wishing we could be like this always. The fact that we couldn’t brought tears to my eyes.

  “Fuck, did I hurt you?” His fingers brushed a tear away.

  “No.” I gripped him closer to me so he wouldn’t try to move away. “That was just so … powerful.”

  His smile was sweet. “Amazing.” He kissed me again and then held me close.

  I didn’t know how long we lay together in the quiet darkness of his room when I finally said, “I hate that I can’t help you more.”

  “You did help me. I’ve had two … or is it three spectacular orgasms.”

  I laughed. “I don’t mean that. I mean with the lawsuit.”

  He tensed slightly. “There’s nothing between me and Victoria.”

  I lifted my head from where it rested on his shoulder so I could look at him. “I don’t mean that. I mean I wish I could be the one to help you.”

  His fingers pushed my hair over my shoulder. “I wish you could, too. But I get it.”

  “I don’t like that this situation means you don’t trust me.”

  He sighed. “It’s not a matter of trust. You have a responsibility to the hospital. If you don’t use what you know to help them, then you’re not doing your job. I don’t want to put you in a tougher situation than you’re already in.”

  I nodded. “I hate that.”

  “I do too. Maybe we could, just for right now, not talk about it. Let’s not have it between us now.”

  I lay my head on his chest. “Deal.” I ran my fingers over the hard lines of his pec muscles. “You’re amazing with my father. I think he wishes you were his child instead of me and Eli.”

  “No, he doesn’t.” Nick’s hand caressed my back.

  “I didn’t realize you and him were so close. You never said. Neither did he.”

  Nick sighed. “We both knew Eli wouldn’t like it.”

  I lifted my head again. “So what? Eli isn’t the center of the universe.”

  “No, but your father needed him. He didn’t want or need additional stress.”

  “That’s just so wrong.”

  “It is what it is.”

  I studied Nick, taking in each gorgeous feature of his face. “So, what do you and my dad do?”

  Nick laughed. “Mostly he kicks my ass in chess.”

  “He must love that.”

  “I enjoy it too.”

  “You said earlier my mother asked you to look after him. Was that when she was in her accident?”

  His expression suggested that he wasn’t sure he wanted to go into the day my mother died. “Yes.”

  “I want to know, Nick. I want to know how you were there for her like you’re there for my father now.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he seemed resigned. “We knew fairly quickly that her internal injuries were severe. Even so, we got her ready for surgery because miracles happen sometimes, you know.”

  I nodded.

  “But she knew too. She actually asked to not do the surgery and instead for us to keep her comfortable until Eli and your dad could arrive. She asked me to call you.
She wanted to say goodbye. It’s my fault that that didn’t happen, Mia. I’m sorry.”

  My brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what he meant.

  He let out a breath. “I convinced her to have the surgery. She’d die for sure without it, and with it, there was a chance, even if it was tiny, that it could work. But we couldn’t wait for your dad and Eli.”

  He closed his eyes again and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes, he said, “I’m not responsible for her death, as Eli says, but I am responsible for his not being able to tell her goodbye. Or Jim or you. I’m so sorry, Mia. So, fucking sorry.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “No, don’t be sorry.” I took his face in my hands and gave him a shake. “You tried to give her a chance to live.”

  He shook his head. “It would have been a miracle—”

  “And sometimes miracles happen. It didn’t this time, but that’s not your fault.”

  Nick used his thumb to wipe tears I didn’t know I was crying. “Sometimes I feel so fucking inept.”

  “I’m sorry. But I bet she knew you did everything you could.”

  “She gave me a list of instructions,” he said on a sad laugh.

  “Oh?”

  “One was to look out for Jim, but Mia, you have to know, I care about your dad. My visits with him aren’t because I made a promise.”

  “I know. What else did she tell you to do.”

  He hesitated. “I haven’t managed any of them.”

  “Oh? Why?”

  “One was to make up with Eli. I tried, but, well …”

  “What were the others?”

  Again, he hesitated. “She wanted me to make up with you as well. She didn’t like your current boyfriend.”

  “What?” I jerked back.

  He shrugged. “She said he wasn’t good enough. Douche. That’s what she called him. He didn’t appreciate how smart you were, thinking that because you were from a small country town you couldn’t be as intelligent as him.”

  I laughed. “She was always perceptive. The thing is, many men think that.”

  “I know you’re smart, Mia.”