He was torturing me. I felt a small wet spot where the tip of the head lay and I felt bold enough to suck through the fabric before letting go.
“Konner, please? Can I take them off now?”
His lust filled gaze settled on me and there was no smile, just deep lascivious want.
“Take them off me, Sidda. Wrap those pretty pink lips around me and suck me in deep.”
I swear I had the offensive barrier stripped from him and licked my lips at the sight waiting for me.
Oh. My. Jesus.
Being up close and personal to his hard-on, he was stacked. Not in an angry veiny stacked kind of way, but thick and big enough I knew I would forever be satisfied.
28
Love Me More
..::Konner::..
Jesus. Mother of God.
Seeing Siddaleigh licking her lips in anticipation to suck my dick was almost too much. I haven’t come in my pants since I was still wet behind the ears. That’s at least a good twenty years. But seeing this woman look at my dick like I was her favorite fucking treat made me harder.
Her silky smooth lips slowly took the crest of my dick where she looped her tongue around the head in circles making my teeth grind against each other. Then she surprised me by taking the entire length until I felt her throat.
Fuck. Me.
No gag reflex. Only my woman could do this. I said a silent thank you and looked down to see her slowly backing off with a sucking motion that almost had me to my knees.
“Trouble, Siddaleigh. That hot, little mouth is pure trouble. I fucking love it babe. That’s it, leannán. Suck my dick deep in your throat. So good. That sweet mouth is begging for my release. Take it deep, love. Sweet heaven, you’re perfect.”
I watched as her cheeks hollowed in. Every blood cell has drifted to my dick and my sac was so tight with cum I was just hoping to make it last.
I might not have been celibate the last decade, but this girl, this woman, was deeply ingrained in my skin. A part of me that I wanted to savor and cherish. Jesus, I love her like there’s no tomorrow. I knew no one could love my body like she could. She was my gift from God.
Thank you.
“Siddaleigh,” I was almost at my reaching point. I don’t know how much longer I was going to last before blowing my release inside her wet warmth. “If you don’t want this, you better let up right now, woman.”
I gave her the warning. It even came out as a growl. Now it’s up to her to make that final decision. She shook her head, and since her mouth was still surrounding my cock, the motion was sudden and I couldn’t do nothing but fist my hands. She still didn’t stop. That’s when I felt the vibration of her mouth as she took me deeper and deep throated.
Nope, couldn’t take it anymore. My eyes closed tight and I couldn’t help my head falling back in ecstasy. I grasped her hair and fucked her mouth steadily until my semen was filling her mouth. I had to look down and the sight before me blew my mind. She was swallowing everything I had and licking me clean.
“All of it, love. Your sweet trouble of a mouth loves my cock, don’t it babe? Mar sin foirfe. You’re so damn perfect, Siddaleigh. Get up here and let me love you good and proper woman.”
I felt the last of my semen come out as she sucked her way off my semi-hard dick with a flamboyant pop. She looked up at me and licked her lips.
Holy mother of God.
No sight was hotter than the one before me. Seeing her lusty smile and rosy cheeks made me feel complete. So sweet, sexy and strong was my woman. Sweeping her up into my arms, I carried her into the bedroom where I spent the rest of the night and early morning hours showing her exactly how much I wanted her.
♥
..::Siddaleigh::..
The man was proving to be my downfall. The sexy wonderful man knew it too. Stretching my deliciously used muscles, I peeked my eyes open to see Konner resting his head on his bent arm. He looked at me with a serious and sensual gaze all at once. Replaying the best parts of my night only led me back to reality. My sleepy smile turned into one of pure depression.
My store. I knew this struck me hard because I turned my eyes away and felt tears boiling and bubbling.
“My store, Konner. It has to be him. That son of a bitch burned up my store. And who knows how many other stores were damaged.”
Next thing I knew, he tugged my body into his warm embrace, leaving me feeling comforted and loved. I felt my heart constrict into pieces of sorrow and the most livid anger I’ve never known or felt, made a home inside. He didn’t let me cry for very long though. He leaned me back so my reddened eyes looked into his clear green ones.
“I’ll take care of him, Siddaleigh. While you were sleeping, I put some calls out to my boys. Nathan, you know him, has already picked up a few leads. Yes, he’s not in prison anymore. He was released, because this was his first offense. That and the jail is over populated so they usually release the first timers with parole. Nate was able to locate him here somewhere in Houston.”
Didn’t really surprise me that Konner just took over. For the most part, I appreciated it. He knew far more than I did and he could probably get further than the police could.
My store was in ruins. The girls would be getting paid for at least a month or two from the severance packages I set aside for them when they hired on. I wanted to figure something out by then. I didn’t want to lose them. They were mine. No one ran my store like they did.
Konner got up from the bed and walked into the hallway…naked. Naked as the day he was born but it sure didn’t make me think of a baby’s bottom. Nope, hard sinewy muscle of his backside and up his spine. Jesus. I had a thing for muscular backs. It was the three b’s I couldn’t resist. The biceps, back and butt. The Navy SEAL was branded on one shoulder. Along with a symbol I couldn’t tell. It was beautiful and intricate. Some kind of Celtic design with ‘O’Brian’ in some kind of elaborate script above it. I never thought tattoos were sexy but looking at it as it rippled and curved against his skin made me quiver.
He was out of sight for a few minutes and came back in with the clothes he shed last night in his hand. Laying his clothes on my vanity chair, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box. I sat up in shock and wrapped the blanket around my naked form.
Mother of Pearl. Am I breathing? Maybe that’s not what I think it is.
“Siddaleigh Mare Carrington, eight years ago you came into my life. It was so unexpected. I never imagined myself at that age I would be thinking about marriage and settling down. Just a few months with you and getting to know you was enough though. I knew then what I still know now. This is right. You are the only woman I could ever give my everything to. You’re my best hope for the future. I am gonna be better than any fairy tale and better than any dream you’ll ever have had. You make me a better man. And want to be a better man. I’ll make your every dream come true. Mo chroí, mo ghrá, m’anam. My heart. My love. My soul. I’ll never stop loving you and taking care of you. Until my last breath on this earth until we meet again in Heaven. I’m yours. Grab a hold of me and don’t let me go. With my life, Siddaleigh Mare, marry me.”
Wow. Now that was a proposal. Eight years late, and I can laugh at that now because this was so much more. Although I let him kneel there for a few hot minutes with the most serious face I could muster. Seeing that knowing smile of his mar his face as if he knew I was faking about thinking about it, made me smile in return.
He took the ring from the box and brought my hand up to his lips. He kissed my ring finger before slipping the ring, in its perfect size, on my finger.
“Konner, being with you is every dream come true. You’ve been mine since the day I met you babe. So since you’re insisting. Yes, Konner Patrick O’Brian. I’ll marry you and finally make an honest man out of you.” I laughed out loud in bliss and happiness. “Was there ever a doubt in your mind?”
He slid the two carat miracle setting diamond ring over my finger and slipped his hands to my hips and kneaded them.
Before I knew it, he rushed his hands to the bedding, gripped and I was being dragged, quilt and all, down until my hips straddled his on the floor. His lean hips and muscular thighs clenched and rubbed my naked body in just the right way. I felt myself soften as he got harder.
“You’re so damn stubborn, Siddaleigh. Our lives have been entwined over pretty much the last decade. Time don’t change that, love. God must have wanted us to be together because look at us now, my love. It was just a long time waiting. It was worth it, babe.”
He massaged my body and since I was naked I grabbed a pillow to cover myself up. I might be getting turned on right now, but I knew we needed to discuss the fucked-up-ness that’s become my life as of late. And I suppose he figured that out, too.
“Now that we established ownership of each other. Let’s talk about these threats.”
Tapping me lightly on my rear, he took me off him and set me aside as he got up, still naked. Still hard. Seeing his member jut and bob made me flustered.
Dear Lord in Heaven that man was built like a brick wall and he is all mine.
I felt like dancing and hopping up and down in sheer happiness.
“Dang it, Konner! Who knew a naked male body would turn me on like wild fire? Put some dang clothes on already. I’m burning up over here.”
Konner stopped, turned and raised an eyebrow in speculation.
“You won’t get none of this fire right now, mo ghrá, until I get fed. We need to go over the letters, too. Also, if I remember correctly, I technically haven’t taken you on a proper first date. So me,” he pointed to himself, then to me, “you, are going to dinner. Dancing too, because I wanna sway with you on a nice wooden dance floor, babe. So keep that in mind. Get all dolled up or whatever you wanna do, and I’m taking you out tonight. Since it’s still early, after talking this out with the girls, which won’t take long, I’m gonna go check on some clients for my uncle and run a few errands. I should be done by five. That gives you ‘till six to be ready for me.”
With that, he walked into the closet and pulled out his military duffel and one of my purple silk robes. I got up, hurried to grab a pair of pale purple panties, the matching lace bra and put them on. From my dresser, I took out and donned a dark purple camisole and short set that went with the robe. Konner came up behind me and slid the robe on.
He, however, was still nude. He grinded his still very hard erection on my lower back and rear. A strong hand squeezed my shoulder gently, a ‘we’ll finish this later’ type squeeze, and he made his way to his duffel.
He pulled out and put on a pair of dark denim jeans that cupped his nice rounded bottom just right and dipped low on his hips. Commando? Jeez-o-pete. I don’t think I can deal with that. The bulge of his hardness was not hidden. And left nothing to a lady’s imagination. How was I to think straight when the only thing covering his package was well worn-in jeans? Of course, they were nothing but buttons. No zipper in sight. Bound to drive me insane. When he looked up at me staring openly at him, his eyes darkened and his body just rippled with hard muscle and lean control.
He was taking me out for our first official date? His surprises only get better. I haven’t been dancing in so long. I don’t have much rhythm, but I loved listening to country music, especially Chris Young. Oh, Lord Almighty, that man’s voice was sexy as sin and he wasn’t too bad looking either. I had just the perfect outfit, too.
Since purple was my signature color, I knew just what to wear. It might be premature, but I was getting myself psyched up for this date. That meant I was getting a mani-pedi, facial, a wax, and that other spa stuff I never bother with. I was going to go to the nines. He won’t know what’ll hit him.
We walked out towards the living area of the loft as Konner left me to make us cups of sweet tea. The girls were coming over to discuss what my plans were. Although I didn’t really know what they were, I was gonna wing it, as I figured Konner and I would try to think up a plausible plan. I think Konner pretty much had one in place because I saw his mind calculating all through dinner last night and since I had awaken in his arms this morning. I knew deep in my soul, he would never let me down. And I was soon to find out that I was right.
29
The Tabled Discussion
..::Siddaleigh::..
When he walked back into the living area with our teas, he was shirtless. Bare foot and bare chested? Didn’t he have any modesty? I kept my head down so I wouldn’t have to look. I knew if I kept looking, he was so getting ravished. He had no idea what all that naked flesh in front of my eyes did to me.
“Geez, Kon, you are completely shirtless! How’s a girl supposed to think with all,” I gestured to all his muscles, “that, as a view? The girls are on their way here. I don’t want them seeing all that!”
He sat next to me on the sofa, and clasped a hand on my bare knee.
“And what about all this? You’re barely covered. Those little shorts only top your thighs.” Konner started caressing my knee with a thumb and I flung it off in aggravation.
“Listen, stud. Please go put on a shirt. I can’t concentrate. And it’s gonna be nothing but chicks here this morning, so it doesn’t matter what they see. They have all the essentials that I have!”
I leaned back and he slipped an arm around me and nuzzled his nose in my neck. I loved feeling him snuggle into me. He nipped my ear and chuckled.
“I need food, woman.”
He’s just going to ignore putting on a shirt? He tucked my knees over his arm and easily lifted me off the couch. I squealed in delight. I never felt as light in my life as I felt in his arms. Bending down he told me to grab our teas. We made our way over to the nook between the kitch and sitting area. He pushed a bar stool out with his foot and deposited me into it and proceeded to get out ingredients for pancakes, eggs and sausage.
“Are you planning to make me breakie every day? Because this is pretty nice and I might get used to it.”
He just shook his head and smiled at me. “Probably.”
Watching him cook was a sight to behold. He was so self-sufficient. It was so sexy seeing a man take charge. Sometimes.
“How long have you been receiving these threats?”
Konner was quick to cook our food while I thought about his question. If it was Mikhail, which I had no doubt, he would be real subtle like. So he had to have been watching me for a while before he sent me the first note. Konner placed a steaming plate of pancakes, eggs over easy and sausage in front of me as he sat next to me with his own.
He took a few bites, and then looked at me, waiting. Sighing, I put my fork down.
“About three months. It’s seven letters. The first few were just weird. No threats until the last two. I didn’t think or want to think they would be connected. I mean I never go out unless it’s to work, see my family or go to church. I mean, I thought this was all behind me. I didn’t want anything from my past meeting anything here in my present. This should be behind me, Konner. I-
I could feel myself getting worked up and my eyes started stinging with unshed tears.
“Siddaleigh, don’t kid yourself, babe. These are all threats. No matter how subtle in their warning. Do you have any other doubts that this might not be Mikhail? Any other person who might not like that you succeeded in your store or school? Anything?”
Konner was eating his breakfast like a machine. My appetite was fading. I hadn’t felt like eating much, but I didn’t want him to feel like I couldn’t finish and waste it. I looked at Konner and then faced my plate in resignation. I did eat a full pancake and a half out of three. Two sausage links from the four on my plate and the eggs.
I was ready to answer him before sticking the fork full back in my mouth when he cupped a hand over mine.
“Don’t.”
That one word triggered something in me that I couldn’t keep the tears from spilling.
“Konner…I should finish. It is tasty.”
“No, you don’t want to finish, don’t. I am never going to
tell you to finish your plate if you absolutely don’t want to. I know this is upsetting. I understand. This burden you’ve been carrying can be weighty, and it shouldn’t be left on your shoulders, love. It’s of no consequence if you don’t finish. I piled food of your plate just as I did mine. Now answer my question, babe.”
Konner finished his food and took our plates to the wash as I answered.
“I am pretty sure it’s Mikhail. I told you he never wanted me to have anything of my own. It’s been almost three years since I’ve seen or heard from him. Detective Hindrons personally gave me the paper I needed for the no-contact orders. Even being placed in prison, he wasn’t supposed to contact me or my family.”
I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I looked up at Konner, who stood in front of me on the other side of the bar top in the kitch. My heart constricted and I felt the hatred I had for myself from my past creep up and take hold. I didn’t want to face this. I wanted to stick my head in the sand. Mikhail should have nothing to do with my future. When I learned he killed my unborn son, and almost killed me, I didn’t want to be reminded of it ever again. It was always there, in the back of my mind. But sitting here with Konner, thinking about it, was compressing my lungs of air.
“Siddaleigh, put your head between your knees, love,” He was up and by my side instantly, forcing my head down.
“Take deep breathes, now, muirnín. Breathe for me.”
When I finally caught my breath, I stumbled from my chair into his fierce embrace. He cupped my face so I could gaze into the depth of his green ones.
“I will get him. Make no mistake of that. I know you’re all independent, and I respect that, but when it comes to your safety, I am always in front. You let me carry this for you. Let it off your shoulders and give it to me. Anything that threatens you, threatens me. And no one threatens what’s mine. And speaking of this subject, how well do you know this detective? Is he someone who can be trusted?”
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