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The heavy aroma of coffee dragged her from the depths of the sleeping dead. Mia stretched her deliciously sore body and worked the kinks out of her neck. Dire’s magic touch brought her back to life in more ways than one.
She eased into the shirt he’d left crumpled at the end of the bed and inhaled his spicy scent. Sandalwood, musk and a hint of something she couldn’t reach. She briefly thought of putting on panties and quickly dislodged that notion as his shirt covered most of her. She walked over to her bathroom and began to brush her teeth. Her mind flew over the past few days that led her to this moment. A sudden burst of self-consciousness overwhelmed her. Would walking down to him be considered a morning walk of shame? She’d never had casual sex and for her what happened between them was the polar opposite of casual. Her heartbeat quickened. She set the toothbrush down with a shaky hand and swished her mouth out with a handful of cool water.
What if I walk down there and he’s gone? Or what if he’s not? What am I going to say? Mia tamed her tousled hair and left her bathroom. A caffeinated rush called to her. She would play it by ear, not give too much away. How he enticed her body into pliancy with his hands and eased his way into her deepest thoughts surprised her.
Finding Dire wasn’t difficult. He sat at her barstool counter with a cup of coffee in one hand and the sports section in the other. He brought out the sexy in basketball shorts she didn’t know existed, and sleep tousled hair. His eyes lightened to a pretty shade of slate grey when they landed on her.
“Morning.”
“Hi.” Mia moved toward him to get to the coffee pot. Dire circled his hand around her waist and tugged her to him.
“You look sexy in my shirts. Am I going to need to buy new ones?” He pressed his lips to hers and coaxed her mouth open. Mia sighed into his kiss, pressing her hands on his bare chest.
“No. Just bring extras. It’s your scent. Fresh washed shirts are no good.” She pulled back and escaped his attempt to reel her back in with a laugh. He went back to reading while she pulled herself out a cup and created her seventy five percent coffee, twenty percent cream and five percent sugar with a dash of cinnamon on top.
“Any coffee in there?”
“Haha.”Could life with another man really be this easy? “I suppose you drink yours black no cream or sugar?”
“Black with two sugars and I figured you’d sleep in more today. It’s only nine.” Dire set the paper on the marble counter.
“How long have you been up?” Mia slipped onto the stool next to his. When their legs briefly touched, she forgot to sip her coffee first and sputtered as she burnt her tongue.
“I went for a run while you slept.” He swiped her cup from her hand and blew on it. At her scowl, he returned said cup with a wink.
“How many miles do you run a day?” She preened when she sipped her sufficiently cooled caffeinated beverage.
“Five miles generally, ten if I need to work through something going on in my head.” Muscles flexed as he moved. Mia watched him saunter to the pot and pour himself another cup. She pushed the sugar his way caught up in his swagger. Holy fuck. That sexy specimen belonged solely to her. She needed to workout to catch up with that hotness.
“I’m guessing you ran ten today then. All things considered.” Their wrists rubbed when they set their cups down.
“You are not only beautiful but intelligent and totally wrong. I ran five today. Didn’t want to be gone too long and make you think I snuck out in the dead of night.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Dire rolled his massive shoulders back and stretched. She ached to touch his bare skin.
“I would’ve sworn you had a few tattoos. I saw a few on the guys.”
“Not my thing. Sorry to disappoint,” he teased.
“I think not having them is very sexy.” She hopped down, grabbed a plastic bowl, filled it with cereal, topped with a dash of milk and snatched up a spoon. “Come on. Let me give you the short tour.”
“All right.” Dire stepped behind her and wound his arms around her shoulders.
“Cut it out, can’t eat this way. You already know the kitchen, living room and upstairs. Let’s head downstairs.” She led him to the finished basement where Ashland sometimes entertained her girlfriends when they slept over. “If it’s not clean blame the teen.” She never came down there.
“This is…” Mia missed her mouth. As milk dribbled down her chin, he swept it with his finger and licked off the extra. She sucked in a breath and came close to dropping her breakfast all over the hardwood floors.
“The cave,” he finished for her and stepped further into the room. “I’m impressed and jealous that mine isn’t half as big or good.”
“That’s funny. Don’t be jealous, no one even uses it. Ash does once in a while but since I can’t hear her scream for me to fetch things, she tends to have her company stay in her bedroom.”
“Sound proof?” A wicked gleam lit his eyes. Mia set her cup on the table and gave him her full attention. Dire ran his hands down her back. “Leather reclining theater chairs, a projector screen and flat screen. Tell me there’s a pool table.”
“Oh yeah. I’ll show you for a price.” Mia slid her hand down his shorts, wrapped her hand around his cock and worked him from tip to base.
“Mia,” Dire growled. Shucking his shorts in record time, he picked her up and slid her over his erection. Molten heat surged through her when he pumped her on and off of him, her weight balanced on his arms.
“Don’t you dare drop me.” He impaled her on her moan.
“I got you.” Gravel laced his voice. The veins in his arms popped out as he speared into her, driving her into dizzying pleasure. “I’m coming. Oh God.” She clenched around him.
“Fuck Mia. Shit condom.”
“Just pull out but don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop fucking me, Dire Sylis,” she screamed in deep seated need for more. He rocked into her. Aftershocks subsided only to erupt in full spasms.
Dire cursed as he pulled out of her. Mia slid down the front of him to her knees and encased him in her mouth. His light grip on her nape kept her in place. She moaned at the taste of her release on him. Dire flooded in her mouth. Mia continued sucking him clean. She swallowed and stood up.
“Just think, we have time to have sex in every room in this house.”
He grunted and pulled her into his arms. Lips crushed hers in an aggressive turn of events. Dire licked, sucked and devoured her mouth. Mia couldn’t get enough of him. Out of breath, she pulled away to get ahold of her emotions and body.
“You didn’t have to do that Mia. I should’ve brought a condom in case.” He ran a hand through his hair.
She slid her arms up his chest. “I wanted to, waste not want not. Now about that pool table. It’s in the other room with a shuffleboard and a fully stocked bar, locked up tight. Keys are in a secret panel in the wall.” Mia sashayed past him to the secret spot and lifted it. She handed him the key, her gaze straying to his naked body. His posture changed when he opened the door and groaned. “Damn woman. You slay me.”
Epilogue
“Really, Mom. I go away for two weeks and come home to find out you got married. And you…” She pointed at her new step-dad. “How could you let her talk you into a Vegas wedding? You’re not crazy teens. I know she didn’t go on a binger and get drunk, she can’t drink yet, and…for God’s sake my mom makes lists in her sleep. So not fair.” Her daughter pouted. “I missed the first one because I wasn’t born yet. I’m speechless and disappointed in your selfish behavior. Both of you.”
“Ashland we’re going to be late to your competition. You can berate us later. You have a trophy to win.” Her daughter stood there in all of her teenage angst glory wearing her new cheering uniform. She grabbed her duffle bag and poms and glared daggers at them. “We are not done with this conversation.”
Mia swatted her butt. “Don’t be fresh.”
Ashland sighed and stormed out of her
suite to the hotel elevator.
“Love, you didn’t think she’d give us a lovely welcome home did you?” Dire chuckled and slid his hand into hers. “That’s the last time I have a single glass of champagne with you on New Year’s Eve and fly to Vegas on a whim,” Mia grumbled as they followed the shining star otherwise known as her daughter.
“I was indulging your impulse to be married exactly at midnight on New Year’s Eve.” When they approached the elevator Ashland moved to allow them to enter and ignored them to finish chatting with her teammates. Mia cleared her throat.
“Fine. Kelly and Tara you know my mom.”
“Hi Ms. Justice,” the girls answered in unison. Their attention remained riveted on Dire and giggles erupted from their mouths.
“Cut it out that’s my step-dad, geesh. And my mom is Mrs. Sylis now.” The bell dinged and Ashland pulled her two friends out of the car with her. “I’m fine, so long as I don’t have to move and I can finally have a later curfew.”
“Good try kiddo. No later curfew and no you don’t have to move. Although you haven’t seen my house, yet, I am partial to the man cave in your mom’s house.”
“That’s just stupid. If you yell for Mom she’ll never hear you. You could die down there alone. Get my drift.” She flipped her hair and adjusted her cheerleading hair ribbons. “I have to go stretch. See you later.” She kissed her mom on the cheek. “How about we plan a reception and let me be the maid of honor there and you’re forgiven for being wacky crazy.”
“Deal. Now break a leg.”
“Seriously Mom, no one ever says that anymore it’s almost as much of a curse as dropping the spirit stick.”
Dire chuckled. “Let’s go find our seats.” He smiled as they ran into Ryker and Sinclaire, the rest of his team members trailed behind. “I am in teenage hell,” Chandler muttered.
“We’re here to support our new niece. You got the sign? Teens need to know they’re supported,” Officer Mahone spoke. Quinlan and Rees rolled out the sign for their leader. “See it’s done. You Got This spread across the long paper sign with the team’s colors and signed by all members of Station 17.
Mia laughed. “She is going to kill them for this.”
“What too much?” the guys asked in grumbling voices as they entered the auditorium. Mia waved to the other Cheer Moms. She didn’t miss the drool dripping down women’s faces when the group of men entered. She winked at Sinclaire and led them to their seats. The men refused to sit until they saw Ashland’s squad and unrolled her sign. “Go Ashland. You Got This.” True to her words, her daughter covered her face with her poms. Two seconds later, she pasted the smile Mia loved so much and waved in thanks. The team performed a few floor tricks to their spot. Mia looped her arm in her husband’s and kissed his lips. “You are so gonna pay for that sign and I’m going to love watching the men eat gravel for embarrassing her.” Together they watched Ashland’s team win first place again. Life couldn’t have been any sweeter than being brought back to live by one hero, sent from another hero on Heaven’s boardwalk.
*THE END*
About the Author
Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she’d be one of them. Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action, it took many years for her to get
back to that place she held dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.
All Bets Are Off
Briar’s Champion
Cherry Flavored Sex
Only Skin Deep
Rhapsody (Hot Flash)
Shut Up and Kiss Me
Soulbound
Secret Cravings Publishing
www.secretcravingspublishing.com
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