by Brandi Evans
“Guess I will.” He grabbed her the second she moved close enough to the bed. She landed on top of him with an oomph and some giggles.
“Impatient much?” she teased.
“You have no idea.”
“Then, I guess I’d better make quick work of this.”
She ripped open the foil package and positioned the latex at his tip. She was not, however, moving quickly as she smoothed the rubbery ring down his erection.
“Hurry damn it!” He barely managed the three words through clenched teeth.
After drizzling lube over his tip, she straddled him. The muscles in her thighs quivered under his touch as she lowered herself onto his waiting erection. The tip of his cock dipped into her opening, and the quivering increased. It wasn’t just in her legs now, her sex seemed to spasm at that first touch, as if remembering how much it had enjoyed being stretched last night.
And holy shit, the sensation of her tightening around his glans sent a lightning strike of pure lust rocketing straight to his balls, and he just reacted, tired of playing around.
He grabbed one of her hands and tugged her down to him with such force that her palms smacked against the mattress on either side of his head as she caught herself. Cinching his hands around her waist, he pushed her down as he thrust up, jamming most of his cock inside her channel in one glorious motion.
“Seth,” she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.
Focusing on the pleasure in the sound, he slid free and then pushed back inside her warmth until he was fully, gloriously sheathed in all her sweet feminine heat.
“Lyn,” he breathed in reverence and, then, started thrusting.
He used his hands to force her hips down so that her pussy met his cock head-on with each pounding stroke. Despite the frenzy in his mind and body, he managed to grind out a single two-word question.
“Hurting you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her tits slapping against his chest as he fucked her, breath jumping in and out of her mouth. “Feels…shit!” Her arms wobbled and she dropped to her elbows. “Don’t stop, Seth. Don’t—oh God!—stop!”
Don’t stop? That he could manage.
Her mouth hovered just above his. He loved the way her breath slapped him as he forced her higher. Loved the way she gave herself to him, body and soul. Loved how perfectly their bodies fit while they fucked.
No, not fucked. Loved. Yes, loved.
Pleasure burned in his balls. He was about to blow, and if those sexy little sounds leaking from Lyn’s mouth were any indication, she was too. He had to hold on just a little longer, all the while, slamming his cock home.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Seth, I…I—oh God!”
She screamed, throwing her head back like a wild animal howling at the moon. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, her face frozen in pleasure’s relentless grip. He wanted to watch her like this for all eternity, to memorize every nuance of her beautiful face—dropped jaw, eyes squinted, pulse thundering in her delicate neck—but his own climax raged in his balls.
His pleasure grew hotter and hotter with each pounding thrust, her pussy seizing and spasming around his cock as he pumped faster and harder into her, faster and harder, until he was a supplicant to the moment, to her. Giving up all control, he let himself go.
Back arched, body rigid, reality became a narrow tunnel where nothing existed but the intense pleasure he and Lyndi had created. Bright, blinding lights flashed behind his eyes. No, not from behind his eyes. He was glowing. Just like he’d done last night. Holding his physical body together took immense control and effort, and he wasn’t in control right now. As a result, his spirit was seeping through the cracks and bathing her in its brilliance.
His Lyndi.
He prayed to the Divine to leave them here forever, suspended in this perfect moment in time.
“Seth…” Spent, Lyndi collapsed on top of him, her body warm, limp, and supple against his. “I swear I see stars every time we make love. Bright, bright stars. I like it though. I like you. A lot.” She nuzzled his neck. “Does that scare you?”
He spoke the complete truth. “It terrifies me.”
“Terrifies?” She kept her face hidden. “Is it because of what I said last night, about possibly getting pregnant because we forgot to use a condom?”
Did she start speaking a different language? “What are you talking about, Lyn?”
She pushed onto her elbows and looked at him. “I was afraid my mention of the p-word freaked you out, that the thought of commitment—”
“No, no, no.” He cradled her face in his hands. “I’m not scared of commitment.” And he wasn’t. He was pissed he’d never be able to commit to her.
“So last night, when you bolted within thirty seconds of me mentioning the p-word, that was what? Coincidence?”
His mind drifted back to last night. Fuck him. She was right. Not four seconds after she’d had her potential pregnancy scare, he’d remembered about Michaels. Seth could imagine how his sudden departure must have looked to her. He’d probably come across as a complete asshole.
He spoke quickly, hoping to reassure her. “At one point today, I found myself wondering about what it would be like to have a child with you. And you know what? The idea didn’t really frighten me that much. Now, how’s that for scary?”
She didn’t say anything, but the expression in her eyes told him everything. She didn’t think his words were frightening at all. In fact, she might want that some time in the future.
The future.
Fucking fate! If he didn’t find a way to save her life, she didn’t have any future to look forward to at all.
Fingertips against her jaw, he pulled her mouth down to his and kissed her slowly. Scrupulously. This thing between them might have been doomed from the beginning, but he wanted her to know, right here and now, how much he cared about her. How much he wanted her.
How much he loved her.
When she pulled back, they were both breathing hard. Shit, he already wanted to make love to her again, and if given the chance, he would have. And he’d probably never stop.
“Speaking of babies,” he said, his voice deep as he tilted his pelvis against hers, where their bodies were still joined. “I’d better get cleaned up or we’re going to double our chances at the whole parenthood thing.”
She laughed and, careful to grip the base of his still-pretty-hard cock, moved oh-so-slowly off him and plopped onto her back. The grimace on her face as she’d moved struck him with a pang of remorse. Damn it, his aggression had hurt her, much more than she’d let on.
“I hurt you,” he murmured, easing her knees apart and cupping his palm over her slick core, as if his touch could somehow take away the pain.
“No,” she started then immediately stopped. “Okay, fine, the sex was a little…rough, but it was also please-God-let-him-fuck-me-until-the-end-of-time good. So, all in all, no complaints.”
“Lyn—”
She pressed one finger against his mouth and the other over his hand, where he held her intimately. “You’re big and you’re physical. I’m just going to have to get used to your, ah, prowess if we’re going to be together. My body will adjust to yours. Don’t worry, and don’t feel guilty. You did ask me if you were hurting me, but I told you not to stop. If it’s anyone’s fault I’m sore now, it’s mine because I wanted that orgasm so damn badly. But…”
That slow, sexy smile he adored curved her lips, and his dick took immediate notice.
She drew the tip of her index finger over his lips. “If you, ya know, still feel guilty later and want to kiss it and make it better, I won’t stop you.”
A smile spreading on his own face, he leaned in and kissed her, her lips, her neck, her breasts, and then back up again. He didn’t want to stop—especially with Lyndi moving his hand so that he petted her hooded clit—but he had to. Much more of this and he’d be trying to slide deep and tight into her again, but Lyndi needed
a bit more recovery time before he invited his cock in for an erotic playdate.
“Don’t move, Lyn.” After peeling off the spent condom and tossing it into the wastebasket beside the bed, he inverted his position so that his head rested by her lower thigh, his own legs stretched out by her head.
“Seth, what are you—”
“Giving you the TLC you wanted.”
She pushed up onto her elbows and looked down at him. “I didn’t mean right now.”
“But I want to right now.”
He draped her left leg around his waist and was rewarded with a spectacular spread-eagle view of her red, swollen pussy. And another tattoo, a lily on her inner thigh, plain but dick-hardeningly sexy.
He traced one of the leaves with his fingertips. “Do your parents know about this one?”
“Yeah. Kinda hard to hide this one in a bathing suit, and seeing as how we live on the beach…”
Smiling, he tapped the leg that wasn’t resting across his body. “Bend this knee, foot flat on the mattress. More. About a ninety-degree angle. Perfect. Now rest your knees as wide as you can.”
“Seth—”
“Do it, Lyn. You won’t be disappointed. Trust me.”
She relaxed back against the mattress, letting her knees fall wide as instructed. Her cunt was practically pressing into his face now.
Mmm.
Damn!
He sent a silent prayer to the heavens. Please let her stay like this for the rest of time.
He kissed the tat on the inside of her thigh, ran his tongue along the crevice where her torso met her leg. She smelled of sex, latex, and him, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking a taste.
With barely-there swipes, he drew the tip of his tongue along the outer edges of her slit, working his way to the swollen mound at the apex of her pussy.
She stiffened slightly. “Easy. Everything’s still supersensitive down there.”
He could imagine. “Tell me if anything I do hurts or is uncomfortable—like you just did. Don’t lie this time.”
“Will do.” Laughter floated down her body and teased his senses. “Maybe.”
Shaking his head, he used his thumb and index finger to spread her wide. “Now lie back and relax, okay?”
“With your face all up in my pussy? Yeah, relaxing will be the last thing I’ll be doing.”
Don’t count on it, sweetheart.
“Just breathe deeply.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her core. “And tell me what you normally do to relax.”
“Not this.”
“Lyn…”
“Okay. Okay.” She took a deep breath. Let it out. “To relax, I like to take a canvas to the deck at my parents’ house or to the landing near the Redemption Bay Lighthouse. I paint representations of anything I see along the water. Anything that catches my attention.”
“Good.” He kissed her left labia, her right. “Tell me more about this process.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.”
He snaked his tongue between her lips and circled her clit. Her thighs tightened, back arched, and she cursed under her breath before continuing.
“Well, I never, uh, paint anything the same way twice. Too many v-variables affecting me. Sometimes, the sun’s rising. Sometimes, it’s s-setting. Sometimes, there’s a storm brewing on the horizon. And sometimes, it’s just the, the angle from which I’m viewing the subject. It’s all so…freeing. I don’t concentrate on making it pretty. Every once and a while, I simply close my eyes and paint whatever I see in my head.”
By the time her words fell away, her breath had turned even, her words catching less often. Definitely relaxing—just not enough. “Close your eyes now, sweetheart, and paint me a verbal picture of what you’re seeing right now.”
“The picture’s mostly images and colors, nothing concrete. Kind of like the lovechild of a Monet and a Picasso. Blurry brushstrokes of abstract images, dissected and reassembled. There are lots and lots of lights too, bright, vivid colors that keep getting brighter and brighter as I get more and more aroused.”
Bright lights and sex? Hmm. Had she always related brightness with sex? Or were these images a recent occurrence because he kept glowing every time he orgasmed?
Her lazy hand found his cock and wrapped around his erection. She stroked him in time with the languid laps of his tongue. He should tell her to stop, that this little exercise was for her alone.
He didn’t.
They pleasured each other, time turning in on itself until her breathing turned ragged again, and her hips moved in rhythm to his mouth.
“The light’s getting bright now, Seth. Very, very bright.”
Tell me about it.
She stroked him faster, bringing him to the verge of climax too. Keep your eyes closed, he willed her, afraid she’d finally see the truth.
He licked her clit then sucked the bud into his mouth. Her orgasm was instantaneous, her body tightening and bowing as the pleasure took her, took them both. Cum spurting from his cock, the seed turning into a natural lubricant as she kept massaging him, as he kept suckling her, devouring her until they both crumpled onto the mattress, sated and spent.
“Damn, these are good.”
Soul-shattering sex with Lyndi followed by decadent blueberry muffins—muffins they ate in bed, both still naked. Seth could get used to this.
“Told ya,” Lyndi said, leaning over and shoving the last bite of her muffin into his mouth. “Betty’s Bakery makes the best blueberry muffins. Their banana nut is good too. Maybe we could pick up some of those for breakfast tomorrow. Or cinnamon buns. Very good and very messy. I promise I’ll help lick you clean.”
His chest hitched, and he leaned in and kissed her. It was either that or start crying. She spoke of a future they couldn’t have—unless he called Kaia and made whatever deal she wanted.
Just a little quid pro quo.
He didn’t know what kind of offer Kaia would make, but it didn’t matter. He’d broken Code in a gallant, yet unnecessary, effort to save Lyndi when she was little more than a pretty face. Now that he loved her, what wouldn’t he do to save her?
Please, Lord. Take me instead.
A sharp pain seized the muscles between his shoulder blades, as excruciating as hellfire. “Fuck!” He jumped back from Lyndi’s arms, flinging his legs over the side of the bed. It felt as if an animal’s claws had sunk into his flesh. From the inside.
“Seth?” Lyndi’s panicked voice cut into the haze of pain, her palms on his back. “What happened?”
“My back,” he answered through clenched teeth, rivulets of pain shooting down his arms. “Cramp between my shoulder blades.”
Her hands were on the spot in an instant, and she worked the muscles, kneaded the knots. He’d known pleasure in this body was intense; apparently, pain was too. But what had caused it?
“Better?” she asked, concern still coloring her voice.
“Yeah. Thanks.” He rolled his shoulders. The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Strange.
“No problem.” She scooted closer, her naked breasts flattening against his back as she wrapped her arms around him. “Does this happen often?”
“No,” he answered. “First time.”
“Maybe I’ve been working you too hard. No more sex standing up in sheds for, oh, the next day or so. Got it?”
“Got it.” Leave it to Lyndi to turn everything back to sex somehow, and speaking of sex in a shed… “Mind if I ask you something?”
“Sure.” She nuzzled the side of his neck, not a single ounce of hesitation in her response; it was quick, fluid, and filled with complete trust.
“Last night,” he said, “when you thought I’d run because commitment freaked me out—”
“Yes,” she said, responding to his question before he’d asked it. “That’s happened to me before.”
“Will you tell me about it?”
“It was a dark time in my life, Seth. A really dark time. Even now, it
’s hard to think about without feeling the bleak despair that had me in its web.”
Seth turned his head and pressed his cheek against hers. “If you don’t want to talk about it—”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. It’s…just hard. Even now.”
Seth stayed quiet, giving her the time she needed, whether to find the right words to go on or to regain her composure and choose a new subject. The last thing he wanted was to push her to open a door to something so obviously painful, especially considering all the secrets he had.
“Several years ago,” she began, “I was dating this guy named Daryl. He was a fellow artist. We met at one of the art fairs downtown. Ours wasn’t love at first sight or anything, but we did have a lot in common. At least where art was concerned.” She sighed, as if remembering the good times. “We’d been together for almost two years when I found out I was pregnant. I was kind of excited, ya know? I thought he and I were in that place, that we were ready to take the next step forward in our relationship. But I was wrong.”
She laughed to mask her pain, but the hurt and heartache drenching the sound betrayed her.
Seth’s breath caught around his heart. He wanted to turn to her, hold her in his arms, but she held him with fierce resolve, as if she didn’t want a visual audience for her pain. So he settled for lacing their fingers together, letting her know, without words that he was here for her.
“He didn’t want the baby?” Seth asked. How could any man not want a family with Lyndi?
“Worse,” she said. “He wanted me to get an abortion, to which I vehemently said there was no way in hell I would hurt my baby. Then he followed up my angry statement with one of his own—it was him or the…the fetus. And I chose my baby. I chose Eva.” She pressed closer, as if drawing strength from him. “Her name was Eva Nicole. She was born a little over two years ago, on April twenty-second. She was such a beautiful baby.”
A tear—maybe two—fell hot on his shoulder, and he brought their joined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand.
“What happened to Eva?” he forced himself to ask, already dreading the answer.