Three Wicked Days

by Trista Ann Michaels

  “I’ll be okay. Where are you calling me from?”

  He chuckled. “From the plane. It’s costing me a fortune too, so I’m making it quick. Don’t leave. I’ll be home soon.”

  “All right.”

  “I mean it, Kay. Don’t go anywhere. Not even the store. Whatever we need we’ll pick it up later.”

  She grinned for the first time in several hours. “I could use a bottle of vodka and a quart of orange juice.”

  “Way ahead of you. Check the fridge. But don’t get so drunk you can’t walk. It makes you too sick.”

  “Got it. Just slightly, wobbly drunk. No problem.”

  “Don’t drink too much, Kay. I don’t want you drinking in your depressed state alone. Okay?”

  “Okay. I’ll behave. I’m going to take a bath. I’ll see you when you get here.”

  “All right. Bye, babe.”

  “Bye.”

  * * * *

  Jordan flipped Steve’s phone closed and handed it back to him. Steve glanced at him over his shoulder, adjusting the cockpit headset before his lips.

  “She’s home?” Steve asked.

  “Yeah. And you owe me for this one. She’s going to be one pissed off chica.”

  The corner of Steve’s lips quirked in amusement. “Yeah, but she’s so damn hot when she’s pissed.”

  With a smirk, Jordan slapped Steve on the shoulder. “You’ll think hot when she’s giving you what for.”

  “At least she’ll be talking to me.”

  Jordan nodded his head with a grin then left the cockpit, leaving Steve to work out a plan of attack.

  * * * *

  Parking his truck in the parking lot of Biscayne Bay’s most exclusive condo complex, Steve took a look around with a whistle. Wow. Jordan had warned him ahead of time where she lived. Her dad hated Miami and had bought the upscale condo for Kayla so she would feel safe, and he would feel more relieved. He’d even been thrilled when she’d taken Jordan as a roommate after he’d broken up with his last boyfriend; the whole man-in-the-house thing and all, as Jordan had explained. Kayla’s father may have been a lousy husband, but he was definitely a doting dad.

  He and Jordan had exchanged keys so Steve could go to the condo and surprise Kayla. He was determined to make her see there was more to them than just a three day fling.

  With a nod to the doorman, he stepped into the lobby. Bright crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, their light reflecting on the gray Italian tile floor. Numerous conversation areas lay scattered around the oversized room. Large windows to the back gave an unobstructed view of the beach and ocean of Biscayne Bay.

  Glancing around, he quickly found the elevator. With a swipe of the card Jordan had given him, he hit the number twelve then waited impatiently for the elevator to open on Kayla’s floor.

  For the first time in his life, he was a nervous wreck. What if she really didn’t feel the same way he did? What if he was about to make a huge fool of himself? Steeling his spine, he determined that it was worth the risk. He would do whatever it took to have Kayla.

  With a soft ding, the elevator door slid open and Steve stepped off onto floor twelve. Turning to his right, he headed down the hall. If his sense of direction was right, Kayla’s condo faced the beach. From the twelfth floor, she would have one hell of a view.

  Steve stopped outside her condo door and listened for any movement on the other side. There was no sound at all, so he reached out to turn the handle. Unlocked. As quietly as possible, he opened the door, then stepped inside.

  Wow.

  The condo was bright, with lots of sunshine pouring in the open sliding glass doors. They led to a balcony that overlooked the ocean. About thirty plants of varying size decorated the outdoor room. The living room was oversized, with a hallway to the left, which Steve assumed led to the two bedrooms, and the kitchen and dining area to his right. It was nice, but small, which was probably just right for Kayla.

  Taking a deep breath, he shut the door, the loud bang echoing through the quiet home.

  “Jordan?” Kayla’s voice carried from down the hall. “Is that you?”

  She rounded the corner, and Steve sucked in a breath. She had just come from a bath, her hair was damp and hung enticingly around her ears. Her skin was flushed pink beneath the blue, satin robe and his heart clenched in his chest. In her hand was a glass of juice, which she dropped on the floor the second she saw him. Glass shattered across the tile.

  “Steve?” she murmured.

  “You ran out on me this morning.”

  Her mouth opened and closed, her face flushing an even deeper shade of pink. “How did you get in here?”

  He held up his hand and showed her the security card. “Jordan.”

  “Damn.”

  She started to walk away, but Steve held up a hand, stopping her. “Don’t move. There’s glass everywhere.”

  Her eyes widened as she stared at the mess around her feet. Steve walked over and picked her up in his arms. “Hey. What are you doing?”

  He frowned. “You’re barefoot. What did you want me to do, leave you there?”

  “No, but…” She squirmed, causing him to almost lose his hold on her.

  “Be still, Kay. I’d hate to drop you on that adorable ass.”

  She froze and stared at him, her eyes wary and uncertain. He stopped by the sliding glass door, the breeze from outside causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh and the soft waves of hair by her ears to blow gently.

  “Why did you leave, Kayla?”

  “I um…” She swallowed. “You know why. We agreed to keep it only there. Please let me down.”

  Reluctantly, Steve set her on her feet. She immediately stepped back, putting some distance between them. In pure male stubbornness, Steve stepped toward her, closing that distance once again. Her eyes widened and the thin material of her robe stretched tight across her nipples at her deep intake of breath.

  “There’s more to us than just three days in Jamaica, Kayla.”

  She shook her head and backed against the glass door. “The sex was great but—”

  “No buts.” He shifted, pinning her, his hands resting on the door above her head. “Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel anything for me?”

  She glanced up at him pleadingly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “No. But I can’t do this.” She shoved at his chest, pushing him away.

  He watched helplessly as she turned and walked away from him.

  *

  Kayla’s heart was breaking. She wanted to say yes, but just couldn’t. With a determined stride, Kayla headed toward the hall, but stopped when she remembered the glass. “Damn,” she sighed.

  “I love you, Kayla.”

  His voice had been so quiet, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. Turning to face him, she gripped her hands in front of her, the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears. “What?”

  “I love you.”

  She was sure she stared at him like a complete idiot. She wanted to jump for joy, shout from the rooftops, but her fears kept her grounded and determined. “You love me?”

  His lips quirked adorably. “Yes.”

  Slowly he began to move toward her. She wanted to run but her feet remained rooted to the spot. Oh, God. She loved him so much, but she didn’t want to end up lonely and dumped on like her mother.

  “I’m not your dad, Kayla, and you’re not your mother. We can make this work.” When she remained silent, he continued. “We can work our schedules so that we fly together. Think of all the overnights that we’ll have to talk and hold each other.” His gaze held hers captive as he moved closer, invading her space. “Make love.”

  The thought of making love to him again sent her hormones into overdrive. The man knew exactly what to do to make her body come alive.

  “I’m scared,” she whispered.

  “I know.” He cupped her cheeks and the warmth of his palms seeped into her flesh. “I’m scared, too. I’ve
never been in love before. Not like this.”

  “But you’re a pilot. I always swore I’d never get involved with a pilot.”

  “I am what I am, Kayla. I’ve wanted to be a pilot my whole life. I love my job—”

  “And I would never ask you to leave it.”

  “I would for you.”

  That shocked her. He would leave the career he worked so hard for, spent thousands of dollars on, for her? No. She would never let him do that. “I would never want you to stop flying. But…” She swallowed down a lump. “I want a husband who will be there, and kids. I want kids.”

  “Oh, God. Kayla. So do I. Lots of little girls that look just like you.”

  He leaned closer, his lips just inches from hers. His warm breath fanned her face, and she inhaled his minty scent. “I know we can make this work, Kay. I love you. Give me the chance to prove I’m not what the rumors claim me to be. That I can be the husband you need.”

  She smiled. Pleasure at those softly spoken, three little words skimmed through her and tightened her chest. He loved her. “I love you, too. I’m willing to try. I want this to work so bad.”

  “So do I, baby.”

  His mouth slanted across hers, softly sipping at her lips, gentle little nips that sent her heart racing wildly.

  Chapter 12

  Kayla placed her hands against the warmth of Steve’s hard chest and gripped at the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. Parting her lips, she moaned as he slipped his tongue inside, invading her mouth with a gentleness that almost brought her to her knees.

  His hands tugged at her belt, loosening it so that the robe fell open, exposing her heated flesh to his touch. And he touched her everywhere—her stomach, her breasts, then behind her to the small of her back and ass. His fingers skimmed lightly over her, making her desperate for a more intimate touch.

  Juices poured from her body. She stepped closer, rubbing her stomach against his hard cock through the rough material of his uniform slacks. His palms gripped her butt, pulling her tighter along his length as his kiss deepened. Breaking away, he leaned down and picked her up in his arms. With a soft squeal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight. He was warm, and she snuggled closer inhaling his musky scent and spicy after-shave.

  “You smell so good,” she mumbled.

  “Like that one?”

  “Yep,” she replied with a giggle.

  He smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling. “Then I’ll have to wear it all the time.”

  With a grin, she bit at his chin, making him growl playfully. “Which room is yours?” he asked as he sidestepped the broken glass and made his way down the hall.

  “The one on the right.”

  Pushing open the door with his foot, he stepped into the bedroom. His eyes roamed the room, then narrowed into a slight frown. “Okay, the frilly, foo-foo has got to go.”

  Kayla laughed then took a look around her definitely girl decorated bedroom with the white comforter splattered with pink and lavender flowers. Beneath it at least two layers of lace brushed the edge of the lacy bedskirt. The curtains matched the bed, and the white lacy sheers blew in the cool ocean breeze. About ten pillows of all shapes sat at the headboard. An image of her and Steve having wild sex in the midst of all those pillows flashed through her mind, and she shivered.

  “What did you expect? I am a girl, after all.”

  Steve grinned and moved toward the bed. “Oh, I know you’re a girl, all right. A very sexy…” He placed a soft kiss on her chin. “Very hot…” His lips brushed the corner of her mouth, and she sighed, parting her lips in silent invitation. “Very beautiful…woman.”

  Her whole body hummed with the need to have him. To feel his skin against hers, his cock buried deep inside her throbbing pussy. “Steve, if you don’t hurry up and make love to me, I’m going to scream.”

  He chuckled, then set her on the floor alongside the massive queen size bed. “I have no intention of hurrying.” His finger traced her jawline, making her shiver. “Say you love me.”

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  She was held captive by the green of his eyes as they smoldered. His nostrils flared and a muscle in his cheek twitched. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down to her for a kiss. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

  With a growl, he took hungry possession of her mouth, sending her senses skyrocketing. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt loose, then slid inside running along the smooth, hard expanse of chest. God, he was so gorgeous. She couldn’t believe someone as hot and sexy as him loved her.

  Shrugging his shoulders, he helped her to remove his shirt. They both worked at the zipper of his slacks, tugging them down his hips. The coarse hair of his thighs tickled her leg as she moved it up along his.

  She wanted him so bad right now, she could hardly breathe.

  *

  Steve growled in pure need as he pressed his straining shaft into the soft flesh of her stomach. She felt so good in his arms, but he had to get rid of his boxers. He needed to feel all of his skin touching hers. Moving her hand to the waistband of his shorts, he encouraged her to push them down. Once his boxers were out of the way, her palms lingered on his ass and then moved around to grip his cock. Her fingers were warm and firm as they pumped his length, and his balls tightened in response.

  “Ah, I like it when you do that.”

  “Do you,” she purred. “Then I bet you’ll really like this.”

  Kayla dropped to her knees and held the bottom of his shaft with a firm grip. Watching him through her lashes, she ran her tongue around the purple head. Steve hissed through his teeth, ready to burst at the feel of her tongue licking the pre-cum from his engorged tip.

  Her other hand slid behind his balls, gently massaging at the same time she wrapped her lips around him. Relaxing her throat, she sucked him deep, almost swallowing him completely. He shivered and buried his fingers in her soft hair. “Damn, Kayla.”

  He couldn’t take much more. The feel of her hot mouth around his shaft, her hands at his balls were quickly draining him of what self-control he had left.

  “Enough,” he moaned and pulled his cock free of her mouth.

  Tugging her to her feet, he shoved the robe from her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Her breasts heaved with her sudden intake of breath. He cupped one, testing its weight, and lifted it to his awaiting lips. She moaned and arched her back, digging her fingers into his hair. He loved it when she clawed at his scalp like that and he increased his suckling, his teeth nipping at her sensitive nipple.

  Standing straight, he pushed her to the center of the mattress on her back. “These may come in handy, after all.” He sent her a cheeky grin, then grabbed one of the bigger pillows, settling it beneath her hips.

  Her lips opened into a silent “oh” as he bent her knees, spreading her thighs wide. She was beautiful all spread before him like a feast. One he planned to take full advantage of. He loved tasting her and the way she whined and undulated against him when he fucked her with his tongue. His cock throbbed with impatience, but he wanted to lick at her first—make her come with his mouth.

  Leaning down, he spread her labia with his fingers. Her scent enveloped him—musky with just a hint of citrus. He grinned. He loved citrus.

  “You used a different soap,” he murmured. “I like it.”

  “I have several different kinds,” she whispered.

  Steve grinned. “I look forward to sampling all of them.”

  Gently, he blew across her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips upward. He knew what she wanted, but he would take his time giving it to her. He wanted her screaming for him.

  With patience he had no idea he possessed, he began to slowly lick up her slit, deliberately avoiding her clit. Her juices poured onto his tongue, and he drove deeper, seeking out more of her heavenly taste.

  “Steve,” she groaned, her hips circling,
seeking that touch he held just out of her reach.

  Two fingers pushed into her dripping pussy just as his tongue applied pressure to her clit. She burst with a loud scream, her juices running out and coating his palm. As her throbs subsided, his tongue moved to lap her juices up, removing every drop he could find. He would never get tired of this.

  *

  Kayla sighed and whined as his fingers continued to gently fuck her pussy, moving in slow shallow thrusts, once again building her need. She moaned in utter torture as his tongue made hot little flicks against her sensitive bud. Even with the intensity of her orgasm, she still wanted him. Her stomach clenched with the need to feel his cock thrusting into her over and over.

  “Steve, please,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his face.

  “Please what?” he teased.

  “Damn you. I want you, now. Please.”

  He removed his fingers and settled his hips between hers. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist in anticipation of the penetration of his long, thick cock. She mumbled incoherently as he continued to tease her, rubbing the tip of his shaft in titillating circles around her clit, down to her wet opening, and then down to the tight rose bud of her anus. He was killing her, and she had no doubt he was doing it on purpose. Finally, he moved to her pussy and drove deep in one long thrust.

  She screamed at the stretching, the feeling of completeness when he lodged balls deep. Her muscles clenched at him as he pulled out then pushed in again. One thrust leading to another, each one going deeper. His balls slapped against her ass as the rhythm increased.

  Lifting her hands over her head, she gripped the pillows, trying to hold off her release as long as she could. He felt so good that she didn’t want it to end. But Steve had other ideas. As he drove deep, he rotated his hips, rubbing against her clit. Her whole body tensed in anticipation. The oncoming orgasm snaking through her body making her muscles quake and tremble. Her stomach clenched and her pussy spasmed with the force of it, as a scream tore from her throat she was sure they heard all the way on the beach.

  Seconds later, Steve tensed above her with a groan, his hot seed spurting into her channel. “I love you, Kayla,” he sighed into her neck.