Adam

by Kris Michaels

  Adam moved. He launched Keelee over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time. Her hands grabbed his belt and her laughter peeled through the house. Joseph and Ember had obviously not finished their honeymoon and the man had Ember pushed up against the hall wall in a sexually suggestive position when Adam turned the corner. Joseph took one glance in Adam’s direction and smiled wickedly. “Damn good idea, brother.”

  Adam winked but didn’t slow down as he said, “Thank you, seems great minds think alike.” He heard Ember and Keelee exchange a few words, but he’d be damned if he cared what they said. The only thing on his mind was getting his woman alone. Like now.

  He opened her bedroom door, stepped in and kicked the door shut. Adam dropped Keelee to her feet. Within seconds, he’d pulled her tucked shirt up from her jeans.

  Her laughter against his mouth and her hands gripping his stopped his focused assault on her clothing but barely broke through his mounting desire.

  “Adam, wait.” She pushed away from him and held up a hand, quickly stepping back. Adam stalked her like a panther.

  “No, no more waiting, Keelee.” He lunged after her, grabbing her shirt as she twirled and avoided him. She shrugged out of the shirt and ran to the bathroom door.

  “No!” She turned around and braced against the door jam. “I have a Christmas present for you. Get in bed and I’ll bring it out to you.”

  She shut the bathroom door as he lunged forward. He heard the lock engage. His head fell against the heavy wooden door. Repeatedly. The minor pain the motion caused didn’t faze his urgent need. “You’re killing me here, babe.”

  He grabbed the iron bar that was once his cock and groaned at the pressure. If he wasn’t careful the damn thing would break off in his hand—he was that hard.

  “Take your clothes off and get in bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”

  Adam rolled so his back was to the door. “I can’t wait a minute. Open the door, woman!”

  “I will but you have to be in bed. I want to make an entrance.”

  Adam gave the door a double-take and lurched off the wood panel, stripping his shirt as he launched toward the bed. His boots, socks, and jeans flew in whatever direction the force of his movements propelled them. In his single intelligent act, he dug the condoms out of his jeans and slapped them on the bedside table. He whipped the down-filled comforter to the foot of the bed and flopped onto the mattress lying on his side facing the bathroom.

  “I’m in bed, naked and just for your information… I’m still dying out here, babe. You’re not very nice to your fiancé. Just saying.” His proclamation was met with silence. So not what he thought he’d be doing right now. Lying alone in bed. His cock throbbed. He cupped the shaft and slowly pulled along the sensitive skin and twisted his hand at the head. He groaned at the intense sensation. This is torture. Ask a woman to marry you and then die of blue balls. Ho, Ho, Ho. Merry Christmas.

  The sound of the lock releasing drew his attention back to the door. His hand stilled on his weeping prick as the bathroom door opened slowly. Adam swallowed hard and his cock jumped, nearly exploding from the sight before him. Holy Fuck! Oh hell yes, Merry Christmas to me!

  Keelee stood illuminated by the soft bathroom lights. She wore a red lace teddy trimmed in white fur that barely contained her smoking hot body. A white fur collar circled her throat. She shifted her stance, drawing his attention to the four-inch red stilettos that showcased her long, lean legs. Her hand lifted and fondled the white bow at her waist.

  “Merry Christmas, Adam. I hope you like your gift.” Her velvet-soft words somehow made it through the pulse-pounding caveman fantasies that churned in his sex-addled mind.

  He wasn’t sure how his body moved as fast as it did, but Adam was next to her in a second. A light, spicy perfume hit his senses, and he noticed a small amount of make-up on her eyes and cheeks. The heels lifted her so they were almost equal in height. He carefully cupped her face. A vivid blush rushed from her neck to her cheeks.

  “You are so extraordinarily beautiful, Keelee. I’m so blessed to have found you. Twice.”

  A tear threatened to push past her eyelashes. He smiled and stepped away, lifting her hand up above her head. He spun her around slowly. The heels made that fantastic ass even better. He’d have called anyone a liar if they’d told him it was possible.

  “Beautiful. But I think it’s time to unwrap my gift.” Adam stood behind her and pulled her back into his chest. His cock nested against her tight backside. He couldn’t help the slight thrust of his hips into her.

  Carefully, he slipped one shoulder strap off and methodically kissed and licked from the edge of her shoulder to the lobe of her ear. His hand came off her waist and cupped her breast, slowly circling the nipple. Her hushed gasp when he flicked the hardening bud through the lace added kerosene to his already burning need. Adam pushed the other strap off and gave the same attention to her other breast. Now cupping both small, perfectly formed breasts, he worried her tightening nipples with his fingertips until her body rocked back against his.

  Adam slid one arm across her to belt her body against his chest and lowered his hand down to her sex. He nipped at her shoulder, moving towards the soft skin at the base of her neck. The need to mark her overcame his desire to be gentle. He molded his lips to her skin and pulled deeply, bringing up a bruise. He wanted to mark her. Let the world see she was his woman. When the copper taste of her blood hit his tongue, he released her skin. The dark red imprint marking her broke his resolve to savor the wrapping of his Christmas present.

  His fingertips found the snaps of the teddy at her sex and pulled, wrenching the lace apart. The small scrap of lace and fur ended up bunched around her waist. His fingers wet with her juices, Adam spread her sex open with one hand and stroked a firm, assured caress against the outside of her labia. His mouth descended again on that tender red mark at the junction of her neck and shoulder. He bit, licked and sucked the bruise until she cried out. Whether it was the pain of the mark or the quickening strokes of his fingers that caused the noise, he didn’t know. And he didn’t care.

  He pushed her forward toward the bed, walking with her, not allowing his body to separate from hers. He held her waist and pushed her shoulders down towards the bed. He nudged her legs apart and leaned over her.

  “Don’t move. I’m going to sample my present to see if it tastes as delicious as it looks.”

  Slowly, he backed away and grabbed his cock, squeezing it tight at the base, trying to remember everything he’d ever heard of to stave off the orgasm that thrummed deep in his balls. The sight of her spread open for him was beyond erotic. Adam dropped to his knees and pulled his eye patch off, flinging it across the room. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs. Her flesh shivered at his touch.

  “Adam, please.” Her soft plea reached him. He leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh and trailed soft kisses and licks up to her core. When he finally reached her center, he teased the blood-engorged nub with his tongue. He listened to his fiancée’s needy sounds. Adam lifted and centered on her. He ran the tip of his cock through her juices and teased himself with the heat of her body. Just before he entered her, he pulled back and cased himself with a condom.

  Her tight body gloved his cock in searing heat. Adam hilted inside Keelee and literally panted in an effort to combat the pending orgasmic blastoff he knew was inevitable. Keelee’s body writhed under him as she fought for the friction she needed—the same friction he denied himself.

  Adam pulled her up and held her slender neck in one hand and held her body to him with his other.

  “You are so beautiful, Keelee. I’m going to make you come and when you do, I want to hear you say my name.” His hand around her waist lowered to her clitoris and he trapped the bud between two fingers. His hips retracted and then drove into her in deep, long, forceful strokes. It wasn’t going to take him long. He needed her to climax first. He had to feel her body explode.

  He pinched his fi
ngers together and then stroked her in time with his now rapid and desperate thrusts. Her body clenched, her muscles tightened deliciously before he felt her reach her climax.

  “Adam!” Her sobbed cry released his own orgasm and he slammed deep into her heat.

  “You’re mine. Mine!”

  “Yes. Yours.”

  The release consumed him and obliterated any semblance of control. Adam struggled to stay standing. Her body had gone boneless and he held her, his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into him. Breathe. Just focus on breathing. Once he got the air going in and out, he struggled to find a coherent thought other than ‘so fucking good’.

  Adam felt her shiver and forced himself to move. He picked her up and carried her the short distance up the bed. Her hair fell in a cascade of blonde around the pillow when he laid her down. The red lace teddy took a moment’s work to remove. The quick release of a snap that held the little fur collar on her neck left her perfectly naked, except for his love bite that marked the base of her neck. Her beautiful blue eyes opened and the love he saw stalled his breathing.

  Slowly he lowered for a kiss. He put every ounce of emotion he had into it. She was the most amazing woman he’d ever met. He was blessed and he would never take her for granted. “I love you.”

  *

  Keelee watched him walk into the bathroom. Her fiancé had the body of a god. She shook her head slowly on the pillow. He did things to her that couldn’t be defined. When he delved into her soul and his eye went dark, her insides melted and pooled low and deep within her. The bathroom light clicked off. She heard his soft footfalls and found him in the darkness as he walked across the moonlit room. The bed dipped when he slipped under the down-filled comforter and pulled her into his arms.

  “Did you like your present?” Keelee laughed when he pulled her on top of him and grabbed her ass with gusto.

  “Mmmm… do you want to know what the best part of my present is?” Adam skimmed one hand from her butt up her back and cupped her neck. She shivered under the caress of his thumb against the mark he’d put on her. His possessiveness did something carnal and base to her. She loved it and would gladly surrender everything she was to him.

  “No. What is the best part of your present?” Keelee lowered and kissed him on the tip of his nose.

  “It has the potential to be opened every day for the rest of my life.” He smiled and those fantastic dimples appeared. Keelee lifted up and straddled his muscled stomach. Her hands planted on his chest and her fingers furrowed through the springy blond hair she loved to touch. Even in the moonlit darkness of the room, her eyes locked and held with the man who had asked her to marry him. Their destinies astounded her. He’d done more in a year of his life than she had the courage to do in all of hers. How he’d picked her to fall in love with was beyond her comprehension. She shivered from the emotion running through her.

  “You sure you won’t get tired of the same old gift, day after day? I hear this model isn’t very exciting and not as intelligent as the rest of the versions out there in gift-land.”

  Adam grabbed the comforter and pulled it up to her shoulders, mistaking the reason for her shiver. He stared at the ceiling appearing to contemplate her question.

  Finally, he shrugged. “You know I’ve checked out the other versions. They are flashy and can catch your eye, but none of them are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. My present is unique, lovely and so damn sexy I want to spend my life inside her. Also, those other types don’t include the special feature that I got.”

  Keelee batted her eyes and cocked her head waiting for him to speak. When he didn’t, she pushed him with her hands. “Well? Are you going to keep me in suspense? What feature did you get?”

  In the blink of an eye, Adam had her down on the pillow, facing him. His strength and speed always surprised her. He pushed her hair out of her face. The gravity and solemnness etched in the lines of his face hypnotized her until he was all she saw.

  “I got the version that loves me unconditionally. She loved me even though I screwed up and hurt her. She loved me when I was injured and didn’t know how much I missed and needed her. And then she found it in that miraculous heart of hers to love me enough to forgive me. She’s given me a chance to shower her with the same unconditional love. Keelee, I don’t need exciting. I don’t want a Nobel laureate. I want the woman of my dreams. I want the woman who sets my blood to boil with a smile or a laugh. I want a loving mother for my children, a companion to listen to me when I need to vent. I want someone who has no problem telling me if I’m screwing up and I want someone to hold my hand as we grow old together. I’ve traveled the world. I’ve seen horrible things… wonderful things. But in all the world there is only one person I’ve given my heart to, and that’s you.”

  He moved forward, pushing her onto her back. The kiss they shared was more than a sexual prelude for her. It was a promise.

  He once again ignited her body and stoked the heat that dripped from her. Her need slicked her inner thighs in an embarrassing show of lust. When she closed her legs, he shook his head and opened her up again.

  “No, baby. You’re wet for me and I love it. This is natural. Your body is begging for mine. It knows we belong together.”

  Her eyes absorbed every nuance of his marvelous body as he lifted above her—the bulging and bunching muscles of his chest and arms that danced under her curious hands. Overwhelmed and lost in sensation, she stilled under him.

  His breathless voice in her ear encouraged her on. “No, don’t stop, baby. I fucking love it when you touch me. It excites me. Makes me feel so damn good. Touch me.”

  She gasped when he growled and drove deeper into her as her hands began to wander again. One slipped down to his muscled ass. She felt the contraction of his body with each push forward as he strained. His mouth delivered small kisses, little nips and encouraging words as he wound her desire tighter and tighter.

  The scent and sounds of his arousal fascinated her. She cupped his face in her hands and waited until he focused on her. “You feel so good in me. Tell me what this feels like for you?”

  His smile broke as he pushed inside her just a little harder than he had before—as if her words pushed him to be more aggressive.

  “Your body is intoxicating. When I’m in you, your soft, hot walls suck my cock. The soft pull, when I slide in and out, ignites every nerve ending in me and it is everything I can do not to come too quickly.”

  His body poised and stroked harder within her. A waterfall of sensation poured through her. It turned her simmering desire into a mass of molten need. She gasped and bit down on his bicep to muffle the cries she couldn’t prevent.

  “Yeah, that? That feeling… when you feel like you are going to rip in half… and it feels so damn good…” He thrust harder. His thrust pitched her farther into that wonderfully painful sensation at once too much and yet not nearly enough.

  “That’s how I feel every time I take you. But when we come…”

  His hips punched forward again and again. His thrusts, deep and hard against her body, set off a trillion electric shocks that froze her muscles. The forced clenching sensation deep within her pushed her farther towards that moment. The shattering punch of sensation stole her breath and ruptured her body from the inside.

  Keelee panted to catch her breath as Adam tensed above her. His body clenched and pushed deep. His neck and chest muscles strained as he orgasmed. His arms held her tight against him and kept her still as his animalistic growl resounded in the dark bedroom. The man exuded strength, passion, and masculine beauty in all its grandeur, and all of it was hers. Adam’s breath tore from his chest. He dropped his weight to his elbows. Her hands traveled across his back. Her fingertips danced lightly on the planes and valleys created by his bulging muscles.

  He moved his head, his hair tickling her sensitive skin before a brush of his lips fell across hers. In a reverent whisper, he declared, “That, baby, that isn’t just fantasti
c sex. It’s so much more. We are incomplete without each other.” He lifted her left hand and brushed his lips lightly against her ring before he kissed her palm. “We belong to each other. Forever.”

  The enormity of her love for him couldn’t be explained with words, but they were all she had. “I love you, Adam.”

  Just before they both drifted to sleep, he pulled himself into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He fell back into bed and pulled her close to him. He kissed her softly and fell asleep within minutes. Keelee stroked his massive arm that anchored her to his side. Exhaustion claimed her and that was okay, because life really couldn’t get any better.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Keelee grabbed the kitchen phone. The damn thing almost scared her to death. Nobody ever called on the ranch line. Well, at least not anymore. Guardian had installed a new phone system that used satellites rather than Ma Bell’s old unreliable wire.

  She pulled her shirt sleeve down and wiped a drop of coffee off the counter top as she answered, “Hello.”

  “Hello, Keelee. This is Scott Richards. I was wondering if you could drive in to see me. There are several things I need to go through with you about the wedding.”

  “Oh, hey, Pastor Richards! I wasn’t expecting a call from you. How are you today?”

  “I’m fine, but I have a limited window of time to resolve this issue. Can you drive in?”

  Throwing a glance at the clock, Keelee did the math on the time it would take to get to town and then drive back. Adam wouldn’t be done at the clinic until at least six tonight. He had two new nurses and a second full-time doctor along with three PT techs on staff now. Due to the increased hostilities overseas, Guardian had a full roster of personnel recovering and rehabbing at the compound. In addition to his professional workload, Adam was elbow-deep in the ongoing construction of their new home.

  Gabriel had Chief already starting construction on several small cabins to house some of the longer-term patients. With the current pace of build-out, the training complex was slated to double in size within two years. The complex would soon fill the acreage Guardian had purchased from the Marshalls. Not that they couldn’t afford to sell more land. Actually, the ranch was turning into a bustling little village.