Love Came Back (a Pyro-Princess Design and Style novel Book 1)

by Garza, Stephanie Nicole

  Now that I was able to relax a moment, I got my second wind, and sprayed gentle kisses down her arm and over the angry scars that covered her stomach, and thighs. Seeing them made me livid. Then a surge of guilt came over me. If I had come back and found her, this wouldn’t have happened. The most precious thing I’ve ever known had been living in her own private hell. That was something I’d never forgive myself for.

  She should have been cherished. In some ways I couldn’t help but blame myself for not finding her as soon as I was stateside. Even after a year over seas, I should have searched harder for her.

  Her family upped and moved into another city, and I didn’t want to invade in her family’s privacy by going through government channels. I would have, and thinking back now I know I should have. This should never have happened to her. Her gorgeous body should have been admired and worshipped with love and kindness.

  She would get that from now on. I knew I couldn’t always be gentle and soft, but it would always be love that drove me to make it just perfect for her. Slowly opening her lax legs so as not to disturb her, I couldn’t help but look at that gloriously bare vagina and all the cream that coated it. I knew I could drown myself in her nectar, eat between these thighs for the rest of my life and never get my fill.

  Easing her legs over my shoulders I bent down to massage and lick my way up her inner plush thighs. The sweet and husky scent of her essence and mine made me intoxicated.

  Leisurely lapping up the cream that coated her thighs and her mound, I began gently sliding my tongue down her clitoris and over her slick entrance.

  Her pussy lips were small, perfect and pink in color. The sweet salty taste of our release filled my mouth, as I sucked gently on her lips. I tugged and teased them with my lips before letting go and kissing them. I rubbed my upper lip on her clit, and darted my tongue in and out of her entrance. I heard her whimper and moan. She pushed her pelvis firmer against my eager mouth. My tongue found the hood around her clit and swirled in little flicks inside it. Her hand found my hair and tugged gently. Taking her swollen nub into my mouth, I sucked. Gently at first then harder and she pushed herself harder against me. I circled my head around her pussy and then went back and forth lapping at the juices surrounding it.

  Dear God in Heaven above, she tasted so damn good. Deliciously sweet and my cock hardened and flexed, telling me he was ready whenever I was. As much as I wanted to take her now, and feel the tight grip of her pussy, I wanted her to know how good I could make her feel. Make it something she would never regret.

  Sucking on her clitoris, putting just a bit more pressure to it, I got her to come to. When she stirred, she ran her hand massaging over my head lazily, I knew she was almost fully awake. When my sweet girl whimpered in pleasure, I was ready for her to know she wasn’t dreaming.

  "Wake up, mo féin. You’re not dreaming. Your juice tastes so sweet and delicious. Pure ambrosia, leannán. Now, Iómhara, wake up for your man.”

  ♥

  ..::Siddaleigh::..

  I thought I was dreaming Konner going down on me, but when I felt his mouth suck at my center with a hint of a bite I knew that wasn’t the case. Seeing him feasting between my legs was so salacious and sexy. I brought my hands to his head and tugged at his short dark blonde locks gently at first.

  “Konner, that’s so good. So friggin’ good. I have never felt, oh god. Don’t stop.” He was like a hungry beast devouring me.

  When he started to lean back, I pulled him by his hair back to the sweet spot of my clitoris that desperately needed attention. His chuckle between my legs tickled me and I surrendered to my orgasm and screamed out his name over and over.

  My legs and arms went slack to my sides and I was totally spent. He licked, nipped and sucked his way up my body to kiss me hard and deep. I tasted my release when his mouth made love to mine. It was strange and erotic.

  He hooked my knees over his arms and thrust his rock hard erection past my wet passage and pushed in to the hilt. He took me in helpless abandon, and I loved it. Felt so good and so right.

  He spoke to me in Gaelic, and although I didn’t understand a word he was saying, his accent was so deep and thick it turned me on even more.

  “Yes, right there Konner, that’s so hot. I am not gonna make it. I have never had so many orgasms in my life.”

  And that was the truth.

  ♥

  ..::Konner::..

  I loved hearing every moan, every whimper that came from her lips. I sucked the delicate part of her throat where it met her shoulder and bit her just a little bit. Knowing I marked her gave me a primal satisfaction like almost nothing could.

  “You like taking me so high, Siddaleigh, doncha? Milking my cock so good. Take your pleasure, leannán. Come for me, leannán milis. A chur air, mo féin. Chomh te, mo cailín milis. Mar sin foirfe. Mo chroí. Is tú mo ghrá. Go deo mianach. Ionas milis. Mar sin daingean. Mo chailín Iómhara.”

  Take it, my own. So hot, my sweet girl. So perfect. My heart. I love you. Forever mine. So sweet. So tight. My precious girl.

  I felt the sweat dripping from my brow as I pushed even deeper. I wanted to hit her sweet spot every fucking time. I loved making her scream out my name and she kept telling me not to stop. I pumped into her a few more times and when I felt her come around my cock, her fingers scratched at my back, marking me as well.

  Those scratches aided in my release and I thrust deeper inside her wet heat. Filling her womb with my seed. Her vagina syphoned all my release and I fell with a sated lethargy beside her.

  I tucked her nice and tight into my body as she fell sound asleep in the crook of my arm. Everything was right in my world as I fell asleep next to my soul mate.

  19

  Dreams, Shmeams!

  ..::Siddaleigh::..

  Waking up early was always a normal pattern for me. I felt the smile stretch across my lips and I couldn’t feel any more content. I didn’t even want to open my eyes. I felt so warm, cuddly, and languid. That’s when I felt a hand on my breast. I whipped my eyes open to see where I was. No effing way!

  This was so not a dream. I closed my eyes tight, hoping I didn’t do what I think I did. I cracked my eyes back open to my surroundings and yep. I definitely did. Hoping he wasn’t awake just yet, I slowly circled my head to peak at him and thank God, he was sound asleep.

  Crapola. Now what am I gonna to do? What did I do? You know what you did, Siddaleigh Mare, you silly idiot! You said too much, drank a little too much wine (at least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) and let your feelings get the best of you. I definitely do not need this. Why did I do this? I see him for all of like five minutes and I’m in his bed already. Gosh, I feel like a floozy. A well-tended to, never-in-my-life-felt-so-satisfied floozy.

  Hormones. I was horny and hadn’t had an orgasm that practically knocked my lights out, like ever. Except from my rabbit, but there’s no emotional connection there. Laying here with this man, there was more than enough emotional connection. So nice, but complicated was the perfect word for this situation. I knew I was freaking out irrationally, but I totally just lost my mind, right? I mean, one evening with him and I’m already dropping my panties? I hated chicks like that! I hated reading about chicks that did that. I was a cliché. Ugh.

  Konner was spooned against me, so I did my best to angle my body smoothly out of his embrace. When he shifted, I froze, waited, and hoped he wouldn’t wake up.

  Konner turned on his back and I was able to flee the warm bed to plant my bare feet on the carpeted floor. I made my way to the door, when I felt how naked I was. I made a snatch and grab of my clothes in the nearby chair and turned to glance at him one last time.

  He looked so peaceful, and beautiful. The covers lay at his waist and one hand was propped against his ripped abs. That’s when I got a good look at the ink on his lean body. I never thought much about tattoos but on Konner? Rough, tough, and hot as hell. Thank goodness for me the floor was all carpet, so I walked to the hall
way to hastily but quietly and put my clothes on. I carried my shoes with me until I reached his front door.

  I looked at a mirror hanging by the foyer and saw my reflection. I looked rumpled and had a serious case of bed head. Oh well, I am too tired to worry about how I look now. I looked back on what a wonderful night filled with passion, desire and maybe even love.

  Love? Oh no. Lust, I meant lust. It was past time to get out. I opened the door and escaped.

  ♥

  ..::Konner::..

  Waking up, I found myself clutching a cold pillow. What the fuck? I shoved the pillow away from me and looked around the empty room. No way did that woman leave without a so-long, thanks for the most amazing night of nights in the history of nights, multiple O’s and not give me a good-bye. Looking at the alarm clock, I noticed it was half past nine.

  Thinking to myself, two can play this game. I would just have to show her that running out on me was a bad thing to do. My fiery witch was going to get spanked. Hmmm…I’ll have to show her how one can like that.

  Knowing Siddaleigh would already be at work right now, I figured I would find her there in a bit and get some answers after I got a good shower. Crazy girl. I wasn’t about to let that silly woman think I was going to let what she did go just that easily. I was in this for the long haul.

  The things that happened to Siddaleigh made me feel cold and blood-thirsty inside. Rage filled my heart, body and mind thinking about what that son of a bitch did to what was mine. Granted, she technically wasn’t mine at that time, but she was mine before, and is my woman now.

  This Mikhail guy would pay. I would make sure of that. Just like on any mission. Prepare, plan and protect, and in this case, his woman; at all costs.

  Siddaleigh needed to know I was here to protect her, and take care of her. I knew if I had ever seen her after a year or years later, that if I felt the same thing I did then, I would take it with both hands and never let go. She’ll figure it out sooner or later.

  She was mine. Meant for me and me alone. When she finally realized that, I would seal that with vows and promises. Promises she would have to be shown, physically, mentally, and definitely emotionally. That was just to get through to her and her stubborn ass ways.

  Making love to her was the sweetest and most powerful thing I’ve ever felt in my entire being. Feeling her come around me was like feeling the earth shift. Siddaleigh filled a hole I hadn’t known needed filling. A feeling of wholeness. So complete with that sweet innocence she still had.

  Just thinking back on what we shared, I wondered if she noticed I didn’t wear protection. I suited up every time. Without fail. The whole night was so intense I couldn’t believe it didn’t occur to me. I took regular screening tests after every time I’ve been sexually active with women, even with condoms. All that fluff was done through the military anyway.

  Thinking about impregnating Siddaleigh though was making me hard. Damn. Seriously? Making babies wasn’t on any to-do list I had but imagining her luscious belly swell with my baby tortured the hell out of my mind and turned my cock spike hard.

  Somewhere deep down, I prayed to God.

  If it’s in your heart, please let there be a baby.

  It would tie her to me. Not that I had any plans of letting her go but the thought of making a baby with her? Jesus. Shaking my mind of these thoughts that might be preconceived, I needed to get my ass in gear. I knew it was still early in our relationship to think about babies. Maybe. Past eight years though? We could have had a few by now.

  Finally getting up and out of bed, I ended up taking a cold shower. Donning a pair of navy blue cargo shorts and a brown muscle shirt, I was ready to find my heart and get some answers from my beautiful wench. Walking out of the bedroom I heard a knock on the door.

  My long time best friend Nathan Camden was waiting outside as I looked through the peep hole. I opened the door wide to let him in, but Nathan must have seen the impatience on my face because he didn’t make a move to walk in.

  “Everything okay, bro?” Nathan went hard and tense in anticipation for some action. “Is Brianne okay?”

  Okay, that was new. Nathan had never reacted like that before, and never about my wee sister. Hmm. Interesting.

  “Brianne? Yes, she’s okay. She really stays at my parents when Kent isn’t around. I’ve tried telling her she should stay but every time I come home, she makes herself scarce. I must have the plague or something.”

  Seeing the severe scowl on Nathan’s face at the mere mention of my sisters’ boyfriend, made me want to give him grief on it. “Why? You need something from ‘er, bro?”

  “No, no. I have just never seen you like that unless we’re out on a mission. I’m glad she’s well.”

  I definitely noticed how Nate didn’t mention anything about Kent. My best friend was harboring a serious jones for Brianne, and I honestly didn’t know how to take that. Since Brianne is serious with Kent, as far as I knew, I really didn’t want to press the issue. Yet.

  “I’m just in a hurry. I have an appointment with a witch.”

  I wanted to get the heck out of dodge. I was glad I got to see Nate between missions. I had been temporarily replaced till I was a hundred percent again.

  “A witch, huh? Okay, man, we can catch up later. We just got back, and have leave until further notice. Which you knows means whenever they need us, they’ll beep us. So, a vacation. Thank God. Just what I need. It’s Tuesday; want to have our usual at LaRou’s?”

  Ever since we could drink, we’ve been going to LaRou’s Lounge on Tuesdays in downtown Houston for a drink and unwind.

  I didn’t want to stump on tradition but some things needed to be taken care of first. Number one was Siddaleigh. From now on it would always be Siddaleigh. I was already making future plans in my head to make sure Siddaleigh knew how to protect herself and any children we have. When I had to leave for a mission, I’d know she was protected. Siddaleigh was such a strong woman, she just didn’t really let herself know it.

  “Sorry Nate, but I might have plans tonight. If it doesn’t turn out, I’ll give you a call.” Seeing a twinkle in Nathan’s eyes, I crunched up my eyebrows and with a scowl said, “What?”

  “Plans? For the great KO?”

  My best friend got a kick out of calling me Knock Out. It was also my initials but one time I knocked this guy out and that stuck with me.

  “Nathan, it’s her. The one that I lost eight years ago. Remember me telling you all about her since I met her? She stumbled into me yesterday. She’s my priority now, my friend. You know how I felt about her before. Being with her and talking with her, those feelings didn’t change apparently. And they intensified.”

  “Shit. Damn, Konner. That’s amazing. I am glad you finally found her. Anything I can do to help you?”

  I knew I could count on my best friend to do anything that needed to be done.

  “Nah, I’m good, man. Thanks. She snuck out of here probably at the crack of dawn while I was passed out. Can’t believe she slipped out of here like that, without me hearing a damn thing. But I’m not one to give up that easy. She'll learn that pretty quickly.”

  With that I locked up and chatted with Nathan as I made my way to my Camaro.

  20

  Empty Beds and Romance

  ..::Siddaleigh::..

  Walking into work, I felt relieved and pleased to be back in a place I could welcome the stress that’s not so personal. I always came an hour early to take inventory, but instead I just stared at the walls and racks of clothing in a haze.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. We didn’t even use protection. I am not on the pill either. I don’t trust taking birth control as most people did. It messed with my periods making them heavier instead of balancing them. Stupid woman bodily functions.

  I thought about my days for a minute and calculated that now was the wrong time. I would trust for now, that there is nothing growing inside of me. Wrong time of the month, hopefully. I would just h
ave to wait and see and pray to God there is no baby! I don’t know if I could handle that just yet. Babies are a big responsibility.

  Laying my hand over my stomach, I thought about having another baby grow inside me. I wasn’t ready. It might have been a few years ago, but losing my little boy had an effect on me that still lasted to this day. I had actually been far enough along, they were able to determine the sex.

  It made what happened before flash made me remember like it was yesterday.

  ♥

  Four years ago…

  When I finally opened my eyes, Magdalene was sitting in the chair next to me, asleep.

  “Mags, wake up.”

  “Huh? What?” Shaking herself awake, she looked up into my eyes. “Oh, girlfriend. It’s so nice to see your beautiful face.”

  Yeah, feeling my hair, I know I probably looked like a real peach.

  That’s when I looked down and became aware of how much thinner I’ve gotten.

  “Oh, my God, my baby. Magda what happened to my baby?”

  I knew I couldn’t control the sobs that overcame me.

  “What happened? Magda, tell me what happened!”

  “Ok, calm down, baby-cakes, I’ll page Doctor Larsen. She can explain it better. She was in here checking up on you and told me to give her a call if you woke up.”