by Piper Stone
“There you are. I thought you’d gotten lost.” Jessica gave him a sideways glance as she grabbed one of the satchels from his hand.
He studied her mannerisms, the way her hands moved as she unpacked and sorted, the way her mouth twitched as she performed her duties, and the way her eyes reflected so many emotions.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Fine.”
Jessica inched around the table. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Stoker brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, the slight touch enthralling. “Will you play me a song?”
“What?” She darted her eyes back and forth. “Now?”
Nodding, he looked in the direction of the guitar and cupped her face. “If you don’t mind.”
She leaned into his hand, placing hers on top. “Yes, of course, but I didn’t think you wanted me to touch the guitar.”
He wrinkled his brow, finding the words difficult. “I do now. Okay? Hearing you sing was special. That’s all I can tell you.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”
Half smiling, Stoker walked into the kitchen, unpacking as she eased the guitar strap around her neck. The request had been unexpected, but he wanted more than anything to hear her voice.
“This is something new I’m working on. The song is rough so no judging,” she laughed as she eased back toward the kitchen, grabbing a stool from under the island.
“Just play whatever you want.”
“Uh-huh. Why do I have a feeling you’re up to something?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.
“Guitar or else.” When she began to play, he turned away, placing each item from the bags on the counter. Within seconds he was unable to finish. Shaking, he gripped the counter and studied her fingers as they worked the strings, every move fluent, passionate.
She smiled seeing his face then closed her eyes, lost in the music, words that seemed to come from a deep part of her very soul. Her voice lilted toward the ceiling, flowing down and around them.
Mesmerized, he was unable to move, to breathe, as she continued, and when the song had ended, he realized there were tears streaming down his face.
Jessica slowly opened her eyes. She rose from the stool and inched closer, her face pensive. “Stoker. What did you think?”
“Amazing,” he managed as he wiped his face. Adrenaline flowed, his mind reeling as the past crushed through his walls to the present, invading every cell in his mind. “You are amazing.”
She slid her hand across the counter until their fingers touched. “Stoker. I wrote the song for you.”
“I know.” He gave her a half smile.
“The words flowed easily and that hasn’t happened in a very long time. They remind me of you, of your heart.” This time her words were whispered.
He inhaled and shook his head. “But you don’t know me, not the ugly man inside, the one who could just as easily push you away as give a shit.”
“No. That’s where you’re wrong. I do know you. I can see the man inside, Stoker. I want to know more, that is if you’ll let me.”
“Jessica.” He heard the angst in his voice and struggled with a rush of emotions.
“Stoker, I’m falling in love with you,” Jessica whispered.
Jessica hadn’t anticipated saying the words. Then again, she also hadn’t expected that Stoker would ask her to sing a song. Her lower lip quivering, she brushed her fingers across his cheek, her eyes darting back and forth across his. To see him in such pain tore her apart. She longed for him to say something. Anything. When he remained quiet, she tensed.
Stoker cupped both sides of her face, his look feral, desire brimming his once saddened eyes. Lowering his head, he captured her mouth as he drew her close.
The feel of him, the scent of him was incredible, a powerful aphrodisiac and she melted in his arms. She held her breath as the moment of intimacy continued. Every cell was on fire, screaming with a yearning like she’d never felt before.
He slid his tongue past her lips, tasting as if for the first time, and wrapped one arm around her waist. As he cradled her into the heat of his body, he swayed back and forth, as if the most romantic music was floating around them.
She moaned into the kiss as their tongues entwined and she ran her fingers through his hair before gripping the back of his neck. The intense kiss continued, both filled with savage need.
Easing around the island, he twirled them around then broke the kiss, panting as he licked around the edge of her mouth. Giving her a single smile, he took a step back.
“Wait. Don’t go. Don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping.” Winking, he bent over, swooping her into his arms.
Gasping, she wiggled as he carried her through the house, taking long strides, his boots clicking against the hard wood floor. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he headed for the bedroom, kicking open the door and stomping inside.
In her entire life, no man had ever carried her to bed. As he eased her onto her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Stoker.”
“I want to make love to you, with you. Do you understand?” His eyes were imploring, his words subtle but powerful. “This isn’t about a one-night stand.”
Jessica shook her head and rose onto her tiptoes. “No. This isn’t.” She kissed the underside of his chin, darting licks and kissed until he tilted his head back, exposing his neck.
Exhaling, his breath sounds were ragged and he rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “God, I want you.”
As she began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his carved chest and perfect skin, she realized she was shaking. She peppered kisses down the length of his neck to his chest, following her hands as she slipped one button free then another.
Moaning, he tugged his shirt free of his jeans, wrangling to rid himself of the unwanted material. “Your kisses are incredible,” he whispered and pulled away her shirt until he could reach underneath.
The moment he brushed his fingers across her heated skin, she gasped and dropped her head. Every part of her was tingling as the adrenaline flowed. Her pussy clenching, she was wet all over as excitement surged through her. “Oh… Mmm…”
Using both hands, he crawled the cotton shirt up along her sides to her shoulders then helped free her arms and head. His eyes narrowing, he dropped the shirt to the floor and breathed in before lowering his head, licking her earlobe.
Her breath skipping, she arched her back as he licked her neck, sucking on her skin until he reached the area between her breasts. With each drag of his tongue, every brush of his fingers, she was electrified.
He kneaded her breasts, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her lace covered nipples. Emitting a single growl, he leaned over and sucked on her hardened bud through her bra.
“Oh God!” She gripped his arms to keep from falling and blinked as lights flashed in front of her eyes. She fumbled to find his buckle, tugging until she managed to loosen his belt.
“Careful, love.”
“Who me?” she breathed and unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock. When he groaned the second she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, she slid her hand between his legs, squeezing his balls. She bit her lower lip as she rolled his swollen testicles between her fingers.
“God, the way you touch me,” he whispered and eased his hands around to her back, unfastening her bra with ease. As he gazed down, his eyes filling with lust, he slowly removed the piece of lingerie. “Beautiful.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek before leaning over, taking her nipple into his mouth.
“Oh!” Squealing, she struggled to remain standing as he sucked on her hardened bud, swirling his tongue in long and lazy circles. She gulped for air as he moved to her other breast, this time biting down on her nipple. A wash of current jetted through every cell as she pumped his cock, twisting her hand until he grunted from the friction.
Stoker closed his eyes and eased back, pinching he
r nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes. Please.” Sliding his jeans past his hips, she pushed them down to the floor. She kept her eyes on his face as she dropped to her knees, tugging off his boots.
He gazed down at her, his chest heaving, and remained silent as she lifted first one leg then the other until he was standing fully naked. With gentle touches, he rubbed her forehead and shook his head. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She felt beautiful, sexy and adored. As she rubbed her hands up along the inside of his legs, her fingers caressing and kneading, he shivered at her touch. His cock was throbbing, his balls swollen to the point they had to be aching. She darted her tongue across his cockhead and was instantly rewarded with several drops of pre-cum.
“God. Oh, God!”
Unable to resist, she held his shaft with both hands and sucked on the tip. The taste of him was sweet, salty and almost perfect.
He allowed her to play for a few seconds, then grunted as he reached down, pulling her to her feet. “Not like this. Not this time.”
Jessica watched his every move, studying his intense eyes, the carve of his cheekbones, the softness of his lips as he finished undressing her. When they were both naked, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against the heat of his chest. As they kissed, the utter joy was passionate, sensuous, and she was floating on air.
Easing her down onto the bed, he laid on top as he brushed stray strands of hair from her face then rubbed his thumb across her mouth.
Wiggling, she ran her hand down his back, massaging his muscles until she reached his buttocks. He was firm and muscular in all the right places. When she pushed down, forcing his cock to slide between her legs, he smiled.
“I’m in no rush.”
“Are you certain?”
He chuckled and palmed the comforter, pushing up and lowering his head. “No. We have all night.” Teasing her, he licked around her mouth then her nose, dragging his tongue across the bottom of her chin.
She squeezed his ass and shifted, grinding her hips into his. The scent of their combined desire wafted between them and she purred as she closed her eyes. She was cognizant that he moved, easing up until he was crouched over her.
Stoker remained silent as he kissed her neck, each shoulder then between her breasts. He licked down the length of one arm then slid the tip of his tongue across her belly to the other side.
Moaning, she wanted nothing more than to beg him to slide inside, but waited, knowing he was in control. He was the man who would command her body.
After wrapping his hand around her wrist, he pulled her arm over her head then repeated the move with the other. “I want to explore every inch of you.” He breathed across her chest as he crawled down, blowing hot air across her groin.
The moment his tongue swept across her clit, she reared up. “God!”
“Stay still, my sweet. I’m going to devour you.” He swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit once, twice then again before easing back. “Feel good?”
“No teasing.” Yet she wanted to be teased. She needed him to show her exactly what he wanted, what he craved. She opened her legs wide and drew them back, giving him complete access. Never had she been so exposed.
Continuing his path, he sucked on her clit as he slid a finger just inside her pussy, wiggling until she whimpered. He gathered her legs into his arms and pressed his face against her cunt, sliding his tongue in beside his finger.
“Shit!” The exclamation was followed by a series of pants as he licked her pussy, adding a second then third finger, flexing them open.
After lowering one arm, he thrust in and out, his actions slow and methodical. His lust filled moves became a sweet orchestration as he licked her feverishly, his fingers dancing deep inside.
She undulated back and forth as she fought to keep her arms over her head. When he opened her legs wider, she brushed the back of her hand across her mouth. He was eating her with total abandon, savoring every drop of her sweet pussy juice. She didn’t want to come, not just yet, but as her toes curled and her legs shook, she knew she would be unable to hold back the orgasm for long.
Stoker continued licking as he thrust his fingers in harder and faster, beads of sweat dripping down and across her belly.
Tossing her head back and forth, she bit back another moan as her legs became electrified, her arms a weighted mass. Jerking up from the bed, she opened her mouth to scream, but only breath sounds were emitted.
Sensing her approaching climax, he held her tightly, digging his fingers into her thigh as he licked up and down her pussy.
She tossed and turned until she could hold back no longer. Gripping the bedding, her eyes flew open. “Ah!” The orgasm turned into an almost violent wave, rushing into her cunt until she was left breathless, unable to focus.
When she stopped shaking, he pressed kisses on both thighs and her stomach as he crawled up and hovered over her shivering body. His eyes twinkling, he licked her mouth then slid the tip of his cock past her swollen folds.
Her mouth dry, she wrapped her hands around his waist, pushing down and guiding him, as if he needed her help. She nipped his chin as he gave her a heated look. The second he thrust the entire length of his cock deep inside, she squealed.
“God,” he breathed, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead to hers.
His dick throbbing, she clenched her pussy muscles until he groaned.
Shuddering, Stoker dropped his head, whispering in her ear. “You’re not in control.” He pushed up from the bed until only the tip was inside. Toying with her, he gave her several Eskimo kisses before plunging his shaft inside.
As he began to drive in and out, using his upper body strength and muscular legs, she clung to him and wrapped her legs around his upper thighs.
Stoker continued the pace, pumping in even strokes as he French kissed her. Then without warning, he rolled them both over, yanking her on top.
Panting, she slapped at the bed and shook her head. “Bad boy.”
“A man who wants all of you. I already told you. Ride me.”
The words were dark, almost dangerous, and she did as she was told, moving up and down on his throbbing shaft until she had the perfect rhythm. The change in the angle created heated friction between them. She tossed her head back and whimpered as he cupped her breast with one hand, her neck with the other.
“Yes,” he whispered and pushed up, meeting her hard thrusts, with one of his own.
Within seconds she could no longer see anything, could only hear the sound of their hearts beating in unison. When she knew he was ready to explode, she clenched her muscles again. This time his entire body began to shake as he gripped her hips.
Stoker jerked up from the bed and pulled her up and down, the force slapping her ass against his legs. “I. Can’t. Hold. Back.”
“Don’t.”
As he closed his eyes and roared, she heard the sweet words for the first time.
“I love you and will forever.”
Chapter 12
“I love you and will forever.”
The words reverberated in Jessica’s mind as she snuggled into the pillows. She struggled to open her eyes then winced seeing the rush of sunlight. After sinking back into the pillows and covering her face, she reached over, expecting to find a heated and very sexy body. The empty bed made her groan. At least she knew who’d opened the blinds. She lifted her head and inhaled. The incredible scent of sex, wild and wanton sex, wafted across her nose.
The night had been incredible and they’d made love on three separate and wonderful occasions. She was sore but euphoric. While the nightmare had surfaced, stealing a few precious moments, she’d managed to shove them away and this time, she believed in a box she could lock and throw away the key. The thought was riveting. Moaning, she inhaled his scent, longing for another heated round.
Why had Stoker left the bed? Yawning, she stretched and rol
led over just as a bounding ball of fur hopped onto the bed, smothering her wish kisses and licks. “Mr. Wiggles.” Laughing, this wasn’t quite the warm and wet kisses she’d hoped for that morning.
“Now, now, big boy. Get off the bed. You know better.” Stoker grinned as he walked into the room. In his hands, he held a tray.
“Morning. What do you have there? Please tell me coffee,” she purred and yanked the sheet up her chest as MacGyver shifted but remained on the bed. She shook her head and wrapped her arm around his neck, nuzzling into his warm fur. “He can stay.”
“No, he can’t. My rules. My house.” He kept his grin as he pushed Mac’s backside.
Mac whined then issued a single, playful growl before jumping off.
“Well. I see who rates first here. I have coffee, juice and my failed attempt at eggs.” As he sat down on the bed, he leaned over, kissing her lips and brushing hair away from her eyes. “How do you feel?”
“Like I rolled around in bed with a hot cowboy.” She cupped his face and leaned in for another kiss until the lure of the coffee grabbed her attention. “Last night was wonderful.”
“Last night was magical. Today will be more so.”
“Uh-oh. I know you too well. What plans do you have?”
“I have to go to work later today, but this morning we’re going riding.”
The words drew her into a full sitting position. “You do realize I’ve only been on a horse I think once, when I was maybe four. As in years old. As in I have no idea what I’m doing?”
“This coming from a woman who’s reading up on bull riding?” In his eyes, he held a twinkle.
Confused, she followed his gaze to the nightstand. “Ugh. The book simply looked interesting. Don’t get any big ideas.”