Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade #5)

by Crystal Kaswell

Fucking cheesy shit, but still, I don't care.

  We stay pressed like that, bodies working together, tongues dancing together. It doesn't take long for pleasure to well up inside me. Usually, I can hold off, but right now, fuck.

  Right now, I need her to come with me.

  Need to feel her pulsing around me.

  I slide my hand around her hip and rub her with my fingers. She breaks our kiss to groan.

  Her eyes meet mine. "Tom." She slides her hands into my hair then pulls me into a deep kiss.

  Then she's groaning again.

  "Fuck, Tom." She presses her forehead to mine. "Come for me."

  Fuck yes. I rub her harder. "You too."

  She nods then she's moving faster, taking me deeper, rocking her hips to use my hand like it's her plaything.

  I bring my other hand to the back of her head and pull her into a deep kiss.

  A year ago, I wouldn't have believed I could have been this guy with a house and wife and all this fucking love in my life.

  Would never have believed I could feel like this.

  I always thought women wanted me to show them the world, but it's the other way around. Willow showed me the whole fucking world.

  Fuck, Willow.

  I kiss her deeper. I can't hold off any longer. I rub her harder. I groan into her mouth as an orgasm takes over.

  Then she's breaking the kiss to groan. She's coming with me, holding my hand against her just where she needs it.

  I can feel her pulsing as I come inside her.

  Her groans vibrate across my chest and neck.

  When she's spent, she collapses on top of me. Her eyes meet mine, this look of affection that says, I love you.

  I don't even need words with her.

  I use them anyway.

  "I love you, kid."

  She runs her hands through my hair. "I love you too."

  Play Forever

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Jess

  The Tesla is quiet as a mouse. It's a well-needed oasis of calm after the last few days.

  Dinner with Tom and Willow was enough to put me in a need silence now state of mind. I enjoy my almost brother-in-law and his wife, but the man takes up a lot of energy.

  My fiancé is nothing like his brother in terms of conversation. He's a man of few words. Except when the topic shifts to sex.

  Then he can fucking talk.

  Pete turns to me. His lips curl into a smile that lights up his dark eyes. He knows I'm thinking dirty thoughts about what his mouth can do.

  I clear my throat. I'll tell him exactly where I want his mouth... once we're someplace private. Well, private and stationary.

  "I still can't believe you stopped for a charge in Barstow. We could have tested Peeta's stamina." I run my fingertips over the dash. "Why did I let you drive my car again?"

  "You're sick of driving downtown in traffic."

  "Sounds like a ratchet."

  He chuckles. "Suggesting I used illicit means to convince you?"

  I nod.

  "You want to take over, do it. I'm sure Peeta likes having your hands around him."

  I shake my head. I'd rather have my hands on him.

  Right now. Then for the rest of the night.

  Ahem. "Peeta loves threesomes. He missed you."

  His chuckle is deeper this time. "He missed me?"

  "I missed you too. But who do you think consoled me on my drives home from school, when I was lamenting that you wouldn't be at home?" I pat the dash.

  Pete chuckles. "I'll destroy him if he's moving in on my woman."

  "He'd never."

  "Doesn't sound like it."

  I take him in again. The black hair, the dark eyes, the soft lips, those strong shoulders, and the tattoo peeking out of his v-neck—the one he got for me.

  God damn, it's good to see him. He's been on tour the last four weeks. He flew in for one weekend—it was closer to a day—but we spent the rest of the time apart.

  He's only been back a few days. We've spent most of that time tending to our friends' sudden plans. First, Meg and Miles decided they wanted to get married in Las Vegas. Then Kara and Drew announced a pregnancy. Now, Tom and Willow are up to something.

  I love our friends—they're sweet and supportive in a way my family never has been—but I need some quality time alone with Pete.

  I need a few days in our hotel room without interruptions.

  And without clothes.

  So I'm not sure why we're driving away from our Las Vegas hotel room. "Where are we going?"

  "Any reason you ask?"

  No sense in playing coy, not with Pete. "I would like to have sex with you."

  He smiles. "I like when you're direct."

  "I'll stoop to unzipping your jeans."

  "Stoop?"

  "It's tacky."

  "Not complaining."

  "Well, what if I went down on you?"

  "Baby, is that supposed to be a threat?"

  "Maybe." Now that I'm thinking semi-straight, it's not a very convincing threat. It's more an invitation.

  It's a very, very appealing invitation. But I'm not nearly reckless enough to attempt it while the vehicle is moving.

  "You really think I'll stop you?" he asks.

  Of course he won't.

  He smiles. "You're gonna make me crash poor Peeta."

  He's right. It's a terrible bluff. But maybe I can convince him to park the car in some empty lot right away.

  I need our bodies joining. I need my lips pressed against his and his cock buried deep inside me.

  I need him. Period.

  I recline my seat and look out the sunroof. It's well past sunset. The stars are starting to shine bright against the dark sky. The moon is big and silver.

  My first semester of law school is done. Grades are in—somehow, I managed straight As. There isn't much to worry about until Spring semester starts in January.

  There's another week and a half until the band starts touring again, but Christmas and New Year's Day are in the middle of that.

  I need more time for us.

  A sign announces that we're leaving Las Vegas. "Where are we going?"

  "It's a surprise."

  "A good surprise?"

  "You'll like it." He smiles. "I can pull off on a side street if you can't wait to get your hands around me."

  God, he's not even trying and he makes it sound hot as hell.

  I can wait. I don't want to wait, but I can. If I change the subject immediately. "Tom was acting cagey."

  "Tom's always like that."

  "Yeah, but more than normal."

  "I think Willow is up to something."

  "How can you tell?" She's such a sweet woman. I can't imagine her up to anything.

  "Guilt's all over her face." He glances at me. "Neither of them knows how to hide their feelings."

  "You say that like it's a bad thing."

  He shakes his head. "They're cute."

  "You miss living with him?"

  "Sometimes." He plants his hand on my knee then drags his fingertips up my thigh. "Prefer my new roommate."

  "Who you calling a roommate?" I grip the edge of the seat as his hand slides under my skirt. It's incredibly difficult to get anything but a moan off my lips. "Should I move into my office?"

  I'm wearing tights, but I can still feel all the heat of his skin.

  "That's gonna make it hard for me to live up to my promise to make you come every day." He presses his palm between my legs. "But I'll try."

  "You wouldn't object?"

  "Doesn't matter. You aren't going to do it." He rubs me over my tights.

  "Pete," I groan. "You're going seventy miles an hour."

  "You want me to stop?"

  No, but— "I want to get wherever we're going alive."

  He nods. Slowly, he drags his hand down my thigh and brings it back to the steering wheel.

  "I won't be upset if you turn around and go straight to our hotel room." I press my
knees together to calm the heat racing through my body. It not at all helpful. I'm burning with desire.

  It's still hard to believe it's possible to want another person this much. To trust another person this much.

  His voice is steady, deep. "You should make me feel special if you want in my pants."

  "Should I?"

  "Yeah."

  "How about if I say, fuck me?"

  "Saying it like that won't do shit for you."

  I laugh. His directness is still refreshing. Pete isn't like anyone else I've known. He's more authentic, more honest, more caring... fuck, he's better in every conceivable way.

  He's certainly more of a tease. I like teasing back, but I haven't got a clue where we're going or for how long. What if it's hours until we're alone in our hotel room?

  I'm already close to pushing my tights to my knees and bringing his hand to my thigh.

  The man is skilled, but I'm not sure he's skilled enough to drive and get me off at the same time.

  His dark eyes are on the road. There's a smile on his lips. His loose grip on the steering wheel is effortless.

  He's having fun.

  I make my voice low and seductive. "Fuck me."

  He chuckles. "That a command or a demonstration?"

  I'm not sure. The backseat is a perfectly good location. Or the passenger seat. But not while we're speeding down the highway. "You're not going to tell me where we're going, are you?"

  He shakes his head.

  "How long will it take to get there?"

  His eyes go to the clock. Then to the sign on the side of the road. "Another twenty minutes."

  Between that, whatever it is we're doing, and the return trip, that's a long time until we'll be naked in our hotel room.

  He looks so fucking hot in his tight v-neck. And the eyeliner.

  God damn, I created a monster. He wears it every day now. I can barely look at him without taking off my panties.

  Pete chuckles. "Jess, how many times do I have to remind you? If you're gonna have dirty thoughts about me, you should do me the decency of describing them to me."

  "You're driving."

  "And?"

  "And I still want to get there alive."

  He smiles. "I like you confident."

  "You like me flushed and wanting."

  "You don't?"

  "I plead the fifth."

  ***

  Somehow, I'm even more flushed and wanting when we pull off the freeway. We're in Henderson, a city known mostly for its proximity to Las Vegas.

  What the hell are we doing here?

  Pete keeps his hands on the steering wheel. He offers no clues except a mysterious smile.

  We've lived together for months, but the man is still quite the enigma. I like the way he's always surprising me, but I crave a better read on his head and his heart.

  After a few minutes of driving around the city streets, we pull into the parking lot of a warehouse type building. According to the sign, it's the factory for a popular chocolate brand.

  What the hell?

  I like chocolate as much as the next girl, but I haven't got a clue why we're at a factory well after business hours. The building doesn't even look open.

  And why would I want to see inside a chocolate factory?

  Pete turns the car off and unbuckles his seat belt. His eyes meet mine. He cocks a brow.

  "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

  He shrugs as if he has no idea what we're doing here.

  "You're up to something."

  "Not yet. But it won't take long if you make due on those threats to suck me off in the car."

  How does he say it with such an even voice, like he's talking about the weather?

  It still shocks me, what a filthy mind my fiancé has.

  It still shocks me, the way I consider taking him up on all his offers. My eyes pass over him—from his messy black hair to his narrow waist, all the way to his all-black Converse, then back up again.

  I want to take him up on his offer.

  Badly.

  But, for some reason, there are other people here.

  I undo my seatbelt, grab my coat, and open the door. "Later."

  He chuckles as he gets out of the car, locks up, and makes his way to me.

  It's cold tonight. I pull my coat tighter. But that doesn't warm me up nearly as much as his arm around my waist.

  His body feels so good next to mine.

  I don't think I'll ever get tired of him holding me.

  He leans down to press his forehead to mine. Then it's his lips.

  We've kissed plenty since we've reunited—we've spent most of our free time kissing, touching, or fucking—but my lips still miss his.

  Dammit, he tastes good.

  When he breaks the kiss, I'm panting.

  I look into his dark eyes and run my fingers over his cheeks and chin. "Can we do this all night?"

  "Always."

  Why did we get out of the car? We could be naked already.

  A car in the parking lot turns on with a roar. Oh yeah, there's the little matter of us having an audience and me not wanting to get arrested for public indecency. That would end my career as a lawyer before it began.

  I force myself to take a step backward so I won't be tempted to mount Pete. "Okay, let's do this." Whatever it is we're doing here.

  "Let's." He takes my hand and leads the way around the building and through the entrance of a gated courtyard.

  There are lights everywhere in every color of the rainbow. Most are white and red. They're adorning all the plants in the courtyard.

  All the cacti.

  It's a cacti garden. A cacti garden decorated with Christmas lights. There must be a thousand adorned plants here.

  It's the best thing I've ever seen.

  I squeeze Pete's hand. "I love you."

  His hand isn't enough. I nearly throw myself into his arms. I press my lips to his, a peck at first then something longer, deeper.

  He groans as he kisses me back.

  I'm acutely aware there are other people here, but I need the affection that's pouring between us.

  It's just a kiss. If people object to a couple in love kissing, that's their issue.

  A Christmas cactus garden is perfect. No one else would have found this for me. No one else even notices my love of the prickly plants.

  I slide my arms around his, soaking up the affection in his dark eyes. "I love you so fucking much."

  "You love me or the cacti more?" He smiles, teasing.

  "There are a lot of cacti and only one of you."

  "That put me at an advantage or a disadvantage?"

  I shrug in my best attempt at playing coy.

  He runs his fingertips over my cheek. "Baby, you're going to hurt my feelings."

  "No, I'm not."

  His lips curl into a smile. "No, you're not."

  "You know I love you more than anything else."

  "Even law school?"

  I nod. My voice is honest, open. It feels good not holding anything back. "Of course, I love you because I know you support me and you'd never try to come between me and school."

  "Diplomatic answer."

  "Am I wrong?"

  He shakes his head. "Just appreciating what a shark you are already."

  "I've been practicing."

  "How about you practice in your pencil skirt and blouse next time?" His lips press together, his eyes filling with desire.

  The look in his eyes makes me feel hot as hell.

  "You like me in a suit?" I've only worn my suit around him once or twice. It's hard to believe it made much of an impression.

  He nods, his eyelids heavy. "You all prim and proper? Fuck yeah."

  "You want to debase the prim and proper law student?"

  "You want something different?"

  I shake my head.

  "Fuck, the ideas I had about tearing off that blouse and pushing that skirt to your waist." His voice is low, nearly a growl
.

  He presses his lips to mine. Then his tongue is in my mouth and his hand is between my legs.

  He presses his palm against me. Just like in the car, my tights and underwear are in the way.

  My body aches for his hands. My body needs more of him, needs to make up for all this lost time.

  I break our kiss. "Pete, this is a nice place."

  I groan though my flimsy objection. The truth is, I like when he touches me in public. I like the way it makes me feel dirty and naughty.

  He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. "You want me to stop?"

  No, I want him to go. I want him to press me against the wooden fence and fuck me until I'm screaming.

  But this is a nice place, and there are people here.

  I break the kiss and look into his dark eyes. "You think about anything besides sex?"

  He takes my hand and leads me down the courtyard path. "Besides you?"

  "And besides the bass guitar?"

  He chuckles. "Don't do this to me, Jess. Don't use that tone of voice talking about the bass."

  I laugh. "I did not use a tone."

  "Understand if you're jealous, but I'd rather have my hands on you."

  "Really?" I have no doubts about how much he enjoys touching me, but the man fucking worships that instrument.

  He nods.

  "I apologize to the bass guitar for any offense. I must have been jealous. It's had your hands for most of the month. I've been missing out."

  He smiles. "And I'm the one who can't think of anything but sex?"

  "Absolutely."

  He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

  The garden is amazing. I let the lights wash over me. A tall tree is decked in white. The tiny cacti that surround it are dressed in purple. A succulent is lit up in green.

  The cold air can't do anything to chase the warmth from my body. It's not just the heat of desire—though God knows I can feel that. It's the warm embrace of affection and love.

  It's still hard to believe it's possible to love someone like this, to trust someone like this.

  He has my heart, and I trust him to take care of it.

  We do three circles around the garden, walking hand in hand the entire time.

  I'm shivering when we stop. I don't feel cold, but I can't deny the goosebumps on my arms and neck. I can't deny the way my shoulders are shaking like they're desperate for warmth.

  Pete pulls me into a tight embrace. That helps. I'm still shaking, but now half of it is from desire.