Steal Me (Longshadows Book 1)

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by Natalia Banks


  I rise up on my elbows, wondering what he’s doing. And he pulls me into his lap. Straddling his hips, I find myself close to him. Chest to chest, heart to heart as he places his hands on my hips and kisses me.

  His hands leave and I hear something and feel him moving behind me. But I’m focused on his lips, his kiss, as his tongue meets mine and demands more of me. Then, his hands are on my ass, lifting me up on my knees.

  I feel the tip of him as he takes one hand from me and positions his cock with it. And I settle into place, ready to take him. “Mmmm,” I moan, loving how warm he feels.

  His lips touch mine again and I decide to take some of the control he’s offering me. I lower onto him, loving how his chest feels as my tits press against him. He’s all heat and sin, promise and danger.

  I feel my pussy stretching to take every inch of him like a greedy bitch. It’s wicked and sensual. “This is perfect,” I murmur to him and he growls and kisses my neck.

  “You’re perfect,” He says and I kiss his lips, amused at how wrong he is. As I slide down the length of him, I feel full whole and wonderful. Our bodies are a perfect fit, he’s pushing me to my limits and I’m bending to his will and demands.

  It’s sexy as hell.

  And then he grabs my hips and kisses me again. With my knees down on either side of his hips, I can rise up and lower on him, or rock my hips forward and back.

  Feeling experimental, I lift and lower, surprised by the explosion of sensations rocking my body and by his growl of approval. His teeth scrape on my neck, sending excitement roaring through my body.

  Rocking my hips forward, I find the pressure on my clit to almost be too much. It’s incredible. I need more. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I hold onto him as I rock into him. My body feels incredible, like every inch of me is covered in a layer of frost; somehow I’m blazing hot and freezing cold all at once.

  It’s delicious.

  “Are you going to come?” he asks gently.

  I shiver as his breath tickles my ear. “Maybe,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck. He smells warm and clean, like home and haven, heaven and hell. It’s intoxicating, perfect, and so very sinful.

  With very rock of my hips, I feel my body moving closer to orgasm. It’s incredible to think that I’ll not only get one but two from him, from this one session. I’d thought that was impossible, not that I’ve got a lot of experience to go on.

  “Come on, babe,” he whispers, his words a command, a challenge I’m not going to ignore. Even as he says it, my body reacts. It’s as if I want to please him even on a level I can’t control. His hands pressure me to move faster and I feel him getting harder in me.

  It’s breathtaking. I love it. I don’t want to stop.

  And it’s like a wave breaking over me. Pleasure crashes over me, stealing my ability to move, to breathe, to function.

  A whimper breaks free from my throat and I begin to shudder as my body refuses to move. Intense fireworks of pleasure explode and shower sparks of warmth through every inch of me. The heat radiates all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes, and I struggle to breathe.

  “Kyle.” I bite my lip on a whimper and he kisses me.

  With both hands on my hips, he keeps me moving against my body’s will and beyond my ability. And I feel him tense up and know he’s there. My tongue seeks his out and I feel him groan even though I don’t hear it over the thundering of my pulse in my ears.

  Warmth fills my belly and I feel him relax a little bit. His lips soften against mine and his tongue does a playful dance around mine before he pulls back. His hands find my back as I struggle to keep upright.

  I just can’t do it and he lowers me gently onto the bed on my back. He takes the spot beside me and pulls me close as my body begins to cool off.

  “I love you,” he whispers and my heart threatens to beat right out of my chest.

  Chapter 28

  Kyle

  “It’s about damn time,” I tease, and Victoria makes a face at me. I finish packing up the box and carry it to the door. “Seriously, help me,” I say and she rolls her eyes at me.

  “Oh, I see. Now you want my help.” There’s a smile on her lips and a fire in her eyes that threatens to undo me.

  “Open the door, woman,” I say and her eyes darken. But she walks over and opens the door to the mother in law. “Good girl,” I follow up with as I step outside. We’re working to slowly pack up her few belongings and move them over to the main house.

  Which is where I want her; right next to me in my bed. Beside me in the kitchen. In the shower with me. And just like that, my cock is ready for her again as I think about the shower we’d taken this morning.

  She’d been as sweet and nuzzling as a kitten. And I’d rubbed every inch of her down with soap until she purred with pleasure. Having her in every inch of my life is a welcome intrusion; she seems to just fit perfectly, as if I’ve always had a spot for her but never knew it.

  And as she smiles at me and quickly opens the door to the house, I know that this spot for her is permeant. But we haven’t worked out any details yet. There’s still that lingering fear she’ll decide to move on with her life, that she’ll finally be ready to move up north into some apartment while she searches for a new job.

  But while she’s here, I’m going to do my best to stop her from wanting to leave. I will make sure she has opportunity after opportunity to do what she loves and hopefully that, along with my love of her, will be enough to keep her here.

  And if it’s not, I’ll follow her anywhere.

  “So Kieran told you,” She says as if testing whether or not I know.

  I unload the box of food stuff and begin to arrange it all in the spots I’d cleared in the fridge. “That Em is pregnant? Yeah. She told you?” I ask, not at all surprised.

  Victoria nods, her face excited. “I thought it was weird how deeply invested I am in the lives of these strangers. I love Em, I really do.”

  I nod. “Yeah, that’s easy to do.”

  To my surprise, Victoria leans into me, placing her face on my arm. I see the look and know what she’s going for. “I don’t love her like that anymore.” I’m not just saying it to make her happy. I realized that with her and Kieran so happy that I’m just no longer hanging onto fear he’ll hurt her and she’ll come to me.

  And if she does, I’ll help her. But it’s nothing beyond family love. She’s my sister now, and having my brother back reminds me of that.

  “You know, you’ve never even met Connor,” I tell her.

  She blinks. “Who’s Connor?”

  “My other brother.”

  Her brow crinkles and I sense humor incoming. “Sheesh, how many of you are there?”

  I put the half gallon of milk in the fridge and glare at her. She giggles and shakes her head. “Don’t tell me you two hate each other too.”

  The thought of Connor’s never ending support of Kieran and how he always tries to keep us close to mom fills my mind. I haven’t heard from him in a while, and it hits me now that he’s never gone so long without calling.

  But I’m sure he’s busy. He’s got a life too, a job, things.

  And it occurs to me how little I know of my own brother. He’s as closed lipped as they come and he’s never one to talk about himself. Now, wondering where he is and what he’s doing, I make a mental note to call him.

  “Do it,” Victoria says, shouldering me out of the way so she can put things away.

  “How do you do that?” I ask her, ever amazed at how she seems to know what I’m thinking.

  She winks at me. “It’s a gift. Go call this mystery brother.”

  I sit down at the kitchen table, watching a nicely-healing Sentinel get up and stretch before walking into the kitchen to see what Victoria is up to. I smile that he’s doing so well and that she sneakily offers him a bit of turkey.

  “I saw that,” I tease her.

  “You saw nothing,” She says, tossing me a playful glance over her sho
ulder as I dial Connor’s number. It goes straight to voice mail and that sense of dread in my gut grows a little bit. So I call mom.

  She answers, her voice light and happy. “Kyle!”

  “Hi mom,” I say, realizing I owe her a bit of an explanation. And I see Victoria peeking at me like she’s curious how this is going to play out.

  “How are you?” Mom asks, and I stare Victoria in the eyes as I answer.

  “Mom, I’ve met someone. Someone amazing.”

  I hear mom laugh on the other end. “She’s not tied up in your basement, is she?”

  “What the hell, mom, no.” What is wrong with all the women in my life right now? And then I get it. “Em already called you didn’t she?” Of course Emma would put mom up to saying something silly like that. I bet they planned it as retaliation for me not telling mom sooner.

  “She did!” Mom sounds so excited I know what other news Emma leaked. “And she’s going to make me a grandma again. When are you going to give me grandkids?” she asks, her voice playfully petulant.

  “Never. I’m going to die alone, a lonely old man.” They’re her words, of course, but I’m going to tease her with them. But now, Victoria is watching me, her brown eyes wide, as if this phone call is what makes it real for her. “Mom, I love you, I have to go, I say, recognizing the panic in Victoria’s eyes.

  I hang up the phone and am at her side in a flash. Pulling her into a supportive hug, I feel her cling to me. “You’re okay,” I whisper, feeling her breaths coming quick.

  “You told your mom,” she says, her voice breathless. I feel her heart hammering against my ribs and I want to apologize, to fix what I’ve broken. But I let her speak. “What if we don’t work out?” she says, her brown eyes locking on mine.

  “Then she’ll accept that.” It seems so simple in my head, but I understand that things I don’t understand are valid points of panic for her. Part of loving her is being patient. Being understanding. Accepting her imperfections as features, not bugs. And, as I press a kiss to her forehead, I know the next words are going to hurt. “You’re here as long as you want to be.”

  “What if you get tired of me first?” she asks, her eyes worried.

  I can’t help but smile. “I can’t imagine ever getting tired of you.” And it’s true. She’s an amazing woman.

  “But I have so much baggage, so many issues,” she says, her voice little more than a humiliated whisper.

  I shrug. “Who doesn’t? You accepted mine and my crazy ass, broken family. I think I can handle whatever you throw at me and it’ll never be as bad as what I’ve put you through.”

  She nods and I feign insult. “Well fuck, you could have told me they aren’t that bad.”

  She looks up at me with an incredulous expression. You’d know that was bullshit,” She says, a smile tickling the corners of her lips. I nod in agreement, glad the humor helped ease her panic and worry. Even now, her breaths seem to be coming back to normal and her heart is slowing, matching the steady, strong pace of mine.

  “Remember,” I tell her, waiting until she looks up at me with all of her attention before continuing, “I’m not interested in where you came from, but where you’re going.”

  Epilogue

  Victoria

  Olivia, my soon-to-be niece, sits next to me chattering about her horse, Warrior. I smile at her and catch Emma’s sympathetic look. I shrug, not minding the little girl’s attention. She’s so damn cute.

  Emma is getting huge and she looks uncomfortable, but cuter than hell.

  Olivia winds down a bit and Emma asks her to go outside for a while. When we’re finally alone, Emma turns to me with a sigh. “Summer is difficult,” she says, her eyes full of humor. “I’m grateful for my mother in law.”

  I laugh.

  “Wait until you have two,” I say, and she rolls her eyes.

  “I’ll wine about it,” She says, rubbing her round belly. “So,” she says, her eyes sly. “You have news for me?”

  I nod, thinking about the route I’d chosen. Kyle had supported me every step of the way, and now things feel right.

  “I need you to be my maid of honor.”

  I see Em’s eyes light up, knowing it’s the first she’s heard. “You’re getting married?” she asks, her eyes dancing with joy. “Oh, yay!” She pulls me into a hug and I realize her belly is an obstacle between us.

  “Oh, my gosh, how to you live with that?” I ask, “It’s like a basketball between us.”

  She laughs. “It’s weird. But I have a feeling by the time I’m used to it, it’ll be gone and I’ll be listening to a screaming baby wishing I still had this,” she says, rubbing it again.

  But I shake my head, not buying it for a second. “You’re going to be a great mom,” I say, knowing the words are true.

  “I hope so,” She says, and I amend my statement.

  “You already are.” Olivia is such a sweet girl, so full of life and love there’s no doubt in me that she’s thriving in an amazing home life. The love and warmth here is everything I would have wanted as a girl.

  My eyes tear up a little and I remind myself that it’s a happy day. That the past is behind me, that I can choose to look back or I can face my future.

  So I start spilling details to Emma. “I wanted to do something small. Just closest friends and family,” I say, meaning them. But I know she understands. I’ve confided some of my past to her, knowing that she’s a good friend. I’ve also told her she’s the best friend I’ve ever had, because my past meant never getting close to anyone for fear they’d find out what was happening to me at home.

  And she’d come back to tell me she never really had friends either, but because she’d been so busy. Once her father passed away of cancer, her life became work, work, work until Kieran came in and changed everything.

  But now it feels like I’ve known her forever. And, with Kyle’s words in my ears, I begin to plan my wedding to the man who’s changed everything for me. The man who’s not interested in where I’ve been. The man who’s interested in where I’m going.

  No, the man who’s interested in where we’re going.

  THE END

  Bonus Content: Knight Brothers Series Part 3

  PART 3

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2017 by Natalia Banks

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  NOTE: This is a work of fiction, names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real life is coincidental. All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older. Intended reading audience 18+

  Chapter 1

  Jane

  I’d thought going on this vacation would mean fun, maybe hot guys, maybe a chance at some adventure.

  Ugh. This place is boring and I wish I’d never come. I should have stayed home. At home, I could have felt sorry for myself while making comfort food for myself in my kitchen. Instead, I’m feeling sorry for myself alone in a hotel room with obnoxiously loud neighbors.

  Pulling the pillow around my ears like I’m some kind of face taco, I realize I can still hear them and glare at the ceiling like it’s responsible for my woes.

  For fuck’s sake.

  Are the walls paper thin here?

  Should I bang on the wall and tell them to keep it down?

  I stand up, feeling my white short shorts ride up a bit more. But it’s so hot here, there’s no way I’m going to put on something longer. I should have gone somewhere cooler. But no, I’d thought getting away from the coast and rain would be a good idea. Because I’m an idiot and I forgot how much I hate the heat.

  The grass is greener, I guess.

  Tugging an errant shoulder strap up, I place my ear against the wall of my quieter neighbor. He’s
talking in a low voice and I imagine what he looks like. There’s something gritty about his voice, a gravely growl that’s enough to make my heart beat faster even as I imagine him as the monster of his own life’s story.

  I bet he’s tall; he sounds tall. That sounds so stupid, I chide myself. How does someone sound tall?

  But he does. I stand by it.

  Turning, I lean on the wall and slide down. Running my hands through my black hair, I tug it back from my face. The front of my tank top gaps open and I roll my eyes. Sheesh. Dad would blow a gasket if he saw his sweet little darling dressed like this.

  I guess that’s a curse no one thinks about when it comes to having a ‘good’ family. Yeah. ‘good’ family. Dad makes money and we’re upper crust. But it came with certain freedoms and many more restrictions. Daddy wanted me to be perfect all the time.

  And now that I’m that good girl gone rogue, I’m sure he’ll have people hunting me down as soon as he catches wind that I’m gone. But I was smart; I covered my tail. I’ve got at least a week until he realizes something is wrong.

  With my knees to my chest, I run my hands down my shins, feeling the many thin silver and gold rings on my fingers roll with the motion.

  “Cami,” The guy on the other side of the wall says, and I turn to place my ear and hands on the it, feeling like some starved drama queen listening to her lover on the other side of a wall with his side ho’s. “I need you to tell my why you were following Olivia.”

  And I hear the woman – Cami, I guess – answer. “She’s my daughter, Connor. I just wanted to see her.” The sound of her crying is so quiet, I’m not sure if I’m imagining it. Tucking an errant lock of hair behind my ear, I try not to think about how normal people act on vacation.

 

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