Night Break

by Carey Decevito

That hip shimmy thing that she was doing was attracting attention from all angles, and by the looks she’d been giving me, Little Miss Innocent knew exactly how the local male population was affected.

  I’d had enough of her games.

  Halfway through their third song, I’d made my thoughts known.

  Sneaking up behind her, I grabbed her by the tops of her arms, turned her to face me, bent forward, and hoisted her over my shoulder. It was a good thing I kept my arms locked around the back of her knees, because her kicking surely would have ended with a shot to the nuts, due to my high-handed behavior.

  “Hey! Lemme go!” Devolin growled, her fists pounding my lower back.

  Meeting both Tamara and Skylar’s gazes, my words were clipped. “You can choose to stay, but we’re leaving.”

  “Let. Me. Go, Dalton!” Devolin ordered, still pounding on my back. “Right.” Pound. “The fuck.” Hit. Hit. “Now!” she growled the last.

  My hand found her ass, smacking it five times in quick succession, causing my little spitfire to thrash in my grip, but I held firm. “Woman, don’t push me.”

  “Hmph!” She sighed and then went limp as I turned and made my way toward the door, hearing Skylar and Tamara cackle.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow,” my half-sister called out as Tamara added, “Give ‘im hell, sister!”

  “So, you’re a shark at pool, huh?” I asked within seconds of having Devolin in my truck’s passenger seat.

  The woman ignored my inquiry, looking out her window.

  I sighed, then tried again a few minutes later.

  “I missed you,” came out just a hair above a whisper.

  Nothing.

  So I turned to gauge her reaction to my latest proclamation, and found her hunched toward the passenger door, her head leaning on the window, sound asleep.

  I was thankful to find an empty spot in front of Devolin’s apartment building.

  “Sweetheart?” I shook her thigh.

  “Hmm?” was all I got from her.

  It was impossible to stay mad at this woman. Shaking my head, unable to conceal the small quirk of my lips at her cuteness, I made my decision.

  Jumping out of the truck after locating her keys in her purse, I made quick work of releasing Devolin’s seatbelt, and lifting her into my arms.

  “Let’s me goes, Dalt,” she whispered drowsily against my collarbone, the effects of the alcohol she’d consumed more evident. “I can walk.”

  I chuckled. “You can’t even lift your head off my shoulder to tell me that, woman. I’m not going to let you walk.”

  “Stubborn, jackass…heartbreaker.”

  The last had my breath freezing in my lungs.

  What the fuck is she talking about?

  As soon as I had her apartment door opened, I closed it behind us, locking the deadbolt, and headed past the living room, kitchen, and then into the hallway to locate her bedroom.

  On my left, right off the kitchen, I found a linen closet, the bathroom being next to it. To my right, a soft glow beckoned me. I smiled at the sight I took in. Computers, laptops, a mounted TV, beautiful stylish furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows. The rest of the décor was pure Devolin. This was her office. Her sanctuary. Not for the first time, it reinforced my desire to get to know the woman in my arms on a deeper level. I wanted to know the ins and outs. What made her tick. Why she was the way that she was. And I swore that I’d make that happen. Even if it meant having to reveal those deepest and darkest parts of myself to get her to stay.

  Turning from her office, there was one last door at the end of the hall. Opening it, I was bombarded by the scent that was Devolin. Unlike the rest of her place, you could tell that her room was her domain. Where everything else had its place and was tidy to the point of compulsiveness, her bedroom looked as if a hurricane had broken through.

  This had a laugh rumbling in my chest as I tried to remain quiet.

  Devolin’s arms came around my neck as she tried to burrow in deeper into my chest, her nose nuzzling my jaw on a sigh.

  With her action, the worry and anger that had been building since Brycen had called me let me know that she’d been out to meet with Hewitt, eased a bit. The fact that it hadn’t been once, but twice during my absence was temporarily forgotten. In this moment, a bit of clarity came. There may be a lot of things I had yet to discover about Devolin, but if there was one thing I knew about the innocent woman, with sassy tendencies, in my arms, it was that she had a kind soul.

  Dodging the piles of clothes and shoes on the floor, I made our way to her unmade bed, glad that the sheets were already pushed toward the foot of it.

  Setting her down, I proceeded to remove her shoes, then I took in her sleeping form as it curled in on itself until she lay on her right side in the fetal position.

  Removing my own shoes and socks, I pulled my shirt over my head, stripping down to my boxers before folding the lot and setting it on the edge of her dresser.

  Easing myself down behind her, I pulled the sheets and her duvet over us, and I settled onto my back, my left hand tucked behind my head while I stared at the ceiling. Within seconds, Devolin turned, then shimmied her body into my right side. My arm rounded the back of her torso to hold her close, as her head came to lay over my shoulder, her face nestled into my neck.

  Next thing I knew, I was sound asleep. I just didn’t know how much of that sleep I would need until the sun rose the next day.

  Chapter 24

  Devolin

  I knew it was morning but I couldn’t make myself move what with how nice and warm I felt.

  “Why can’t I sleep like this every night?” I mumbled to myself.

  “When I get back from Mexico, we can do that as often as you’d like,” came rumbled from below my head.

  Gasping, I proceeded to take in my surroundings without moving an inch.

  Heat surrounded my cheek. A cheek pressed to a hard, smooth chest.

  My soft belly leaned into the side of an eight-pack of abdominal muscles I was now currently running my hand over. The hand that was attached to the arm that only seconds before, had been wrapped around said abs.

  My leg was bent at the knee and draped over what felt like a large, muscular tree trunk of a leg. That leg was now bending upward, bringing my knee dangerously close to…

  Escape now!

  Bolting to a sitting upright position, it didn’t take me long to realize that I was wearing nothing but white cotton underwear.

  Grabbing one of the sheets, I covered my chest by tucking it under my arms. Brushing my unruly hair away from my face, I turned and stared daggers downward to a still sprawled out, laughing Dalton at my side.

  “You did this!” I accused.

  “You did, actually,” he supplied. “I was a complete gentleman and put you to bed with your clothes on. The only thing I removed were your shoes.”

  A vague memory from the night before hit me. I’d woken sometime during the night, sweating. Stumbling in the dark, I had shucked my clothes, then collapsed back into bed, reaching for my pillows.

  Except, Dalton ended up being said pillow.

  My cheeks flushed with a blush I knew was impossible to conceal. “What are you doing here?”

  “What, no good morning?” The man had the gall to cajole.

  “Morning,” I griped. After all, my mother had taught me to mind my manners no matter the situation.

  Within seconds, Dalton did an ab-curl, wrapped his beefy arms around me, and I found myself once again tucked against his body.

  This had a dual effect on me.

  First, I felt as if I could fall asleep on the man for another ten hours, thanks to the headache pounding inside my skull.

  Second, my mouth watered at the recollection of how the man had tasted when we’d played before his trip to Canada.

  The latter made me shiver.

  “What was that about?” he asked against the hair at the top of
my head.

  “Nothing.” I couldn’t let him know my thoughts. I was still pissed at him and his high-handed behavior, thinking that he could control me, demanding that I bend to his will.

  “Sweetheart.” His arm skimmed the skin of my back along my spine, eliciting another shiver. “We need to—”

  “Not right now,” I told him.

  “Yes, now.” His soft tone had altogether disappeared.

  “This is my house!” I pushed myself up and out of his grip. Dalton let me go. “You don’t tell me what to do!”

  Or not.

  One second, I thought I’d be able to convince the man to postpone our discussion to later—like maybe once I’d gotten dressed, grabbed a cup of coffee, and taken a couple of aspirin for my hangover—and the next, I was firmly held down, on the flat of my back, with a stern looking Dalton, torso wedged between my thighs, our hands up above my head, and his face in mine. I couldn’t miss his rather large erection pressing into my crotch, since it also caused me to see stars as he rubbed himself against my heat.

  “Did you hear me?” he asked.

  “Huh?”

  “Fuck.” He let his head drop so his forehead met my shoulder, sighing. Then he surprised me with another one of his delicious hip shifts, which pressed him impossibly closer than we already were. “We’re not talking.”

  “No shit, Sherlock,” came out of my mouth.

  His chest started to shake over mine, making my nipples stand at attention as his taut flesh rubbed against them, causing my ire to take a back seat as my thoughts once again got scrambled.

  Dalton moved our joined hands to wrap my fingers around the slats in the headboard. “Hang on.”

  Mirth glowed in his eyes as he pulled back to take in my reaction to his command.

  Then he claimed my mouth for his own. With the way he set forth to ravage me, if he asked, I’d give him my body, too. What scared me the most, was that I had the distinct feeling that I’d give him anything at all if he requested it.

  The problem with that, was that I wasn’t quite sure that he’d return that favor. Not after last night.

  Chapter 25

  Dalton

  Please.

  I fucking loved hearing that plea coming from her mouth.

  Pulling my face away from worshipping her tits, I peered up to see Devolin watching me. I moved a hand down toward the edge of her underwear, pausing between her navel and the white cotton’s elastic.

  Biting down on her bottom lip, a vehement nod urged me to continue as our eyes remained fused to the other’s.

  My mouth ran dry. “Are you sure?” I rasped.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Her body shook, her breath catching as I snuck my fingers past the band of her underwear. Her unrestrained reaction to my ministrations had my cock so hard I could hammer nails with it.

  I broke eye contact and leaned in, pressing my nose to the junction of her parted thighs, nuzzling her heat, and catching the scent of her essence. I delighted in the fact that she’d soaked through her garment before I’d had the chance to get her completely bare for my taking.

  Lifting her hips as permission, I got up to my knees, using both hands, and gingerly pulled her panties down her legs. I kissed my way down from her sternum, to her pelvic bone, before settling back down onto my stomach, my face mere inches from her treasure.

  Taking a good look at the feast that awaited me, I looked up to find Devolin’s face averted to the side, sporting a blush, her eyes clenched closed as she gripped the headboard still.

  The woman took direction very well.

  “Baby, look at me,” I said.

  Her eyes popped open and she wearily turned her head to look down. Her pupils dilated at what she saw, and her body seemed to relax.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.” Her licking her lips had me doing the same to mine. “Tell me to taste you, Dev, or this stops right here, right now.” There was no fucking way in hell I was pushing for something if she wasn’t ready for it.

  “Uh…I thought…”

  I ran the top of my index finger through her glistening lips, admiring the slickness as my eyes bore into hers.

  “Sweetheart—”

  “I want you to kiss me…down there,” she finally got out.

  I dipped my head, parting the lips of her sex, and took a slow leisurely tongue swipe from the rosette of her ass to her clit.

  Devolin’s back bowed up off the bed, shoving her pussy into my face. “Oh my God! Do that again!”

  I did.

  “So good,” she moaned.

  This caused me to chuckle into her folds, making her gasp. That, for me, was my cue to find out what else she liked.

  Fuck, the woman was a greedy little hellcat!

  Forgetting about keeping her hands above her head, she’d laced her fingers through my hair, pulling my face further into her pussy. Her knees had come up to lock behind my back, her ass had arched up, thrusting her juicy cunt in my face.

  Flicking at her clit with my tongue, I thrust two fingers into her heat, curving them upward, locating that sweet spot I knew would set her off.

  “Oh shit!” she panted. “Don’t, Kip! I—”

  I tried to pull my head back so I could look at her, and her grip relented a little.

  “You can handle this,” I told her.

  “I want you inside of me when it happens.” She licked her lips, then elaborated. “I’ve only been able to come once.”

  This made me smile much like the Cheshire Cat. “Is that a challenge?”

  She shook her head. “No. It’s just a fact. Every time I’ve…well, you know…I’ve only been able to go—”

  I chose to ignore her words and dove into her heat again.

  Challenge accepted!

  “Oh my God! Dalton, no!”

  I further ignored her plea and began to prove to her that if done right, multiple orgasms would be all she would see in her future.

  With me in charge of them.

  Chapter 26

  Devolin

  “Oh my God. Is this what heaven feels like?”

  “It can be,” Dalton said, as he kissed his way back up my body. My very much sated and limp body. All because of his mouth and hands. Again.

  As satisfied as I felt, the feel of his skin rubbing against mine, as his body covered it, had my blood heating and my nether regions aching once more.

  So I did the only thing I could think of. I let the man lead and went along for the ride. If he could set me off like fireworks on the Fourth by simply eating me out, I wanted—no, needed—to know what his dick filling me would be capable of. After all, everyone knows that the actual deed is supposed to be better than anything else. At least that’s what I’d heard and read in my vast collection of erotic romances on my Kindle Fire.

  I must have taken too long to respond because before I knew it, Dalton started moving off me.

  “No!” I grabbed on to either side of his neck and pulled his face down, pressing my lips firmly against his. Licking the nip I bestowed his lower lip, a new burst of flavor hit my tongue. The unbridled taste of Dalton was still there, but there was an additional one accompanying it.

  Is that me?

  “It is,” Dalton broke me from my musings. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts out loud. “And.” He pecked my lips. “I.” He smooched me a bit harder this time. “Like it.” He nipped my upper lip before kissing the sting away. “A lot.” Then he reared his head to look down at me, his gaze full of lust. “And I hope you like it too, because I can’t love on you without being able to kiss you.”

  My next action conveyed that I was more than fine with his intentions. Pulling his head down to mine once more, I crushed my mouth to his, pressing my tongue against the seam of his lips until he allowed me entrance. Massaging his tongue with mine, I moaned into his mouth, my blood now up from a simmer to a boil.

  Moving my lips t
o his jaw, I kissed up to his earlobe, then whispered, “Get inside me, Kip. I want to feel you.”

  In the next second, Dalton pushed himself off me and the bed, then walked toward my dresser, grabbing his pants.

  Getting up onto my elbows, I stumbled over my words. “W-where are you going?”

  The man fished around in his pockets, throwing the jeans onto the floor, and flashed me that devilish grin of his, which made his dimples pop out. I’d make a point to lick them the next time he was smiling like that and within closer range.

  He produced a foil square packet for me to see. “Condom.”

  Coming to a stop beside me and the bed, the man proceeded to shove his boxer briefs down his hips and legs.

  My jaw dropped.

  The man was physically huge, so I wasn’t quite sure why I was surprised that he’d be the same below the belt.

  “I love the way you look at me,” he growled.

  My eyes flickered to his before going back down to his groin, then back up again, all the while licking my lips. “You’re huge!” I stated the obvious.

  He proceeded to tear the packet and slide the condom down his length, stroking himself a few times.

  I groaned at the god standing before me in all his naked, delectable glory. My perverted mind had me wondering if he’d ever be amenable to perhaps stroke himself to completion in front of me, if I were to request it.

  Just as that thought occurred, the mattress dipped at my feet.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow,” he said against the skin of my belly, making my stomach muscles flutter.

  “Can I watch you…jerk yourself off some time?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I smacked myself in the forehead for allowing my mouth to run away on me. This had Dalton bursting out in laughter, which was cut short when he took in my mortified state.

  He gently grabbed my arm and pulled it down between us by the wrist. I still managed to avoid his gaze.

  “Sweetheart?” My attention snapped to his as soon as I realized he was leading my hand to his lower stomach, downward until we’d reached his dick. Wrapping my hand around his girth, he covered it with his. I gave an experimental stroke, eliciting a hiss from him, his eyes never straying from mine. “Baby, if that’s what you want, then yeah.” His hand slid back to my wrist, then grabbed to remove my hand from his length before leaning in closer and kissing my knuckles. “I have no problems fisting my cock for you. I just expect a little entertainment while doing it.”