Only Love (The Atonement Duet Book 2)

by Selene Chardou

  He drank me in, slowly and deliberately, his fingers caressing my nipples and they turned rock hard under his expert touch. I moaned when he bent down and pulled my left nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak and he bit it lightly, sending an ache through me.

  He switched nipples and applied the same direct and intense pleasure to the right one. When I reached for the tie of his robe, he grabbed both my wrists with one hand and held my arms over my head.

  “In due time,” he whispered.

  I laughed and looked into his pale aquamarine eyes that were now heavy with longing and desire. “You are such a bad boy. I want you so much and yet you deny me.”

  “Only for the time being…now, no more talk.”

  Drake kissed his way down my body and my breath came in short bursts. Every part of my body sang when he touched me. His touch was perfect, and he excelled with his direction and timing.

  He spread my legs and observed my glistening sex, his fingers teasing me. An index finger circled slowly around my clit before he took that finger away and sucked my juices off with his eager mouth. I spread my legs wider, wanting him to touch me anywhere below the waist just to ease the fury that had spread like fire through my body. I suddenly had a one track mind and there was nothing more important than him giving me the orgasm of my life.

  He plunged two fingers inside me and worked them in and out, caressing my G-spot, and my hips gyrated to meet his thrusts. As quickly as I could feel myself nearing a monster orgasm, he withdrew and this time he slipped his fingers out, slick and glistening wet from my juices and slid them into my mouth.

  I sucked on his fingers eagerly and his breathing increased and got louder.

  “Fuck. That is so hot to see you do that,” he groaned, bending down to kiss me again. Drake crawled between my legs and his tongue teased my clit softly, running it up and down the hard nub before he spread me open and tongued the opening of my sex. My head jerked from side to side as my arms gripped the pillow beneath my head.

  “Please,” I whispered, “make me come.”

  His expression was pure torture as he wore a crooked smile and responded, “Not until I say so.”

  Again, his tongue and mouth worked on my aching sex and between his expert fingers and that delicious mouth, I was close to tumbling over into nothingness. An abyss of an orgasm which would leave me listless, yet sated for hours. His tongue worked quicker and quicker as my hips gyrated to the motion and once he ran a finger up and down my perineum, it was all over.

  The orgasm washed over me in waves, beginning at the tip of my nipples and spreading throughout my body like an out-of-control virus. I writhed and moaned beneath his touch and my clit became so sensitive I wanted to close my legs but he held them open and continued his delicious assault on my body.

  The intense feelings passed, but the orgasm stayed with me, filling me with a genuine feeling of warmth I thought no man would ever arouse in me again outside of Colin. The memory of him made my heart ache and I quickly pushed him from my thoughts and out of my mind.

  Drake worked his way up my body and it was only then he allowed me to untie his robe. I discovered his cock was hard, painfully so, and swollen against his stomach, slightly curved.

  He sat astride me and I finally sat up with him, shedding my robe and throwing it on the floor. I maneuvered myself from under him and got on my knees, pushing off his robe and throwing it on the floor as well. My strength seemed inhuman as I pushed him on his back and worked my way down his beautiful body with butterfly kisses and short, teasing stabs with my tongue. His stomach muscles were taut against his body as I licked his belly button.

  “Mmm, someone has been working out,” I murmured sensually.

  “Well, I needed some toning. I want to be lean and hard everywhere for you. You have such a beautiful body and I want you to be just as proud of mine. It hasn’t escaped me Colin’s body is perfect for a guy.”

  I rolled my eyes. “He’s not that perfect, and besides, he has good genes. Yes, his body was immaculate but I didn’t fall in love with his body nor do I miss it particularly. I miss the Colin I knew before all the secrets and lies. I miss that man who I didn’t know murdered my father. He can’t be that person again so talking about him is a moot point.”

  I ran my hands up and down his chest and stomach. He inhaled sharply when I licked the underside of his cock like it was a popsicle on a scorching hot day. I wrapped my fingers around the base and began to tickle the mushroom head of his manhood, slipping it between my open lips and suckling.

  His fingers drifted into my hair and caressed my scalp as I teased him, sliding my mouth down further and further before withdrawing. This went on for a while before I finally took his whole thick length into my mouth and deep throated him. I had to relax my throat muscles and that was no easy feat for someone like me with a sensitive gag reflex.

  It was all about concentration; not on the task at hand, but keeping my throat pliable and opened to his manhood. By this time, his breath had become raspy and ragged.

  “Please,” he begged, “I need to be inside you.”

  I worked my way up his body, kissing his stomach and his chest until we were finally face-to-face. He reached for me by the neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss, sliding his cock inside me to the hilt. It occurred to me he had not bothered to put on a condom, but we both knew we were safe.

  After my miscarriage, I had my OB-GYN insert an IUD and it was working out just fine. He’d only used a condom the first time because he didn’t want to scare me into thinking he was a promiscuous jerk. Then again, I had yet to meet a man who used one because he truly enjoyed having one on. Still, we’d agreed condoms were no longer a necessity.

  “Christ, you are so tight and warm and wet. Maybe I should have used a rubber just so I could last a bit longer,” he murmured.

  “Thanks. I’ll remember not to squeeze my muscles around you when in the throes of passion so you can hold out,” I whispered sarcastically.

  “You little minx,” he said. Drake turned us over and he was on top of me, balancing his weight with his hands.

  He worked his way in and out of my body with steady precision. We had already worked ourselves into a frenzy, perspiration coating both our bodies, and I met his thrusts with eager, gyrating hips.

  Our bodies were so in tune, we knew what inherently pleased one another, and as our kisses became more and more urgent, I knew it was a matter of time before our passion consumed us.

  He thrust into me again and again, and my body felt as if he was controlling me. I absolutely loved the feeling of him being inside me. However, something was missing. I needed him to really own me and use me in a way that took me over the edge of the precipice.

  “You want to get a little creative?” I asked, my voice strained.

  Drake stopped moving inside of me and stared into my eyes. “What do you mean exactly?”

  “I mean I want to get on all fours and have you take me from behind.”

  “You mean back-door style?”

  “No, Mr. Pervert,” I. “I’ve never had anal sex with anyone and I don’t intend to at the moment. I only meant it would be fun to do it doggy style. It would give you that much more control.” He withdrew from my aching sex and I got on all fours.

  “Wow…” he breathed deeply. “Looking at you like that is…so sexy. I don’t know if I will be able to control myself.”

  I looked over my shoulder with a smirk on my face. “Then stop trying to and just go with the flow.”

  Drake got into position and entered me from behind with a force I wasn’t quite expecting. There was something so deliciously naughty about the position, I moaned. He thrust into me, skin smacking skin with a slickness our sweat provided. It really was a lewd position to be in until he bent over me, his body covering mine, and he kissed my neck, several fingers finding my clit and rubbing it quite hard.

  I knew I was close and so was he. We found a rhythm where I was able to
participate while his thrusts became harder and faster, yet just as sensual. I adored what he was doing to my body and when the orgasm hit me, I sighed deeply and gyrated my hips against his manhood while his fingers continued to milk the orgasm from my body. My vaginal muscles tightened against his cock and then he groaned loudly, joining me in my satisfaction. We both rode our orgasms out until there was nothing left.

  I barely had the energy to crawl under the covers before I collapsed and he did the same, spooning me lovingly. We stayed like that, our fingers entwined for a very long time.

  We must have fallen asleep for a while because when we awoke, it was only after one in the morning and both of us remembered the sushi still in the sitting room. Neither of us bothered to dress. We got out of bed and walked into the sitting room. I sat on my knees on the floor with my feet cushioning my naked bottom, and Drake did the same.

  We ate sushi in silence while drinking shots of sake in between and the food was heavenly. I hadn’t ever been so ravishingly hungry in my whole life. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t feel the need to converse about mindless bullshit to be comfortable in one another’s presence. We could enjoy our meal in the comforting silence of the night and were equally content with just being around each other.

  Afterwards, I positioned myself in his lap and we held each other.

  “Be honest with me. Do you miss it?” he asked.

  I leaned my head against his chest. “Miss what exactly?”

  “Living here in Seattle? Being around your friends and family?”

  I shook my head. “Not really. What is there to miss? The fabulous Northwestern weather where you can never wash your car because it drizzles here almost all the time? The coffee culture? Nature? It’s just a place and I loved it here because my birthplace, my home…and my family was here. Now that my dad is dead, it’s not the same. When I left, I pretty much said goodbye to this place too.”

  “There are some really great restaurants here. I can live anywhere, you know. I don’t have to stay in La Jolla and I think I am ready for a change. I wouldn’t want to raise a family there. Here…it’s perfect. At least I have some family here because Drew lives here, and I also have you,” he explained, stroking my hair softly.

  “What are you trying to say exactly? You want to move here to Seattle? It would be easy for us to find someplace, especially if we sold both our condos. If you want to leave California then just say so, but you don’t have to talk me into coming back home. I would live anywhere with you. I think you already know that.”

  Drake kissed the top of my head. “So it’s settled then? We’ll think about moving back here?”

  “Yes, I will agree to consider the option, and before the end of the engagement party, I will give you an answer.”

  We kissed each other good night, stood, and walked back to the bedroom. I didn’t think it would be easy for me to fall asleep but once I was in the safety of his arms, all was right with the world. I closed my eyes and before I knew it, sleep had taken me to another realm.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Colin

  Despite all the preparation he had done for the day, Colin still wasn’t ready to face Deirdre. He’d woken in another woman’s arms. Not Cassie’s. That affair had ended before he left La Jolla when he told a little white lie that he would be going home for a while. He wasn’t a believer in long distance relationships and thought they were better as friends.

  Cassie took the news a lot better than he thought. Then again, he had also given her ten thousand dollars in guilt money since Deirdre refused to hire her back as an employee.

  Colin had met Mikayla the same day he’d given Cassie the kiss off, and much to his surprise, they’d immediately hit it off. She was a wild one with her long, bleached blonde hair, most of it extensions, wild talon-length nails, and blue eyes. He’d fallen in lust with her almost immediately.

  She was about as opposite to Deirdre as one could get. They spoke for a while before he told her about his plan to get his former fiancée back. Mikayla had then told him about how much she missed Drake and perhaps if the relationship between the two ended, she could be a shoulder to cry on and maybe he would think about giving their former relationship another chance.

  “I’m not promising anything,” she’d said, lighting a Marlboro Red and blowing the smoke in the opposite direction. “I don’t know what went down between you and Deirdre, but whatever she and Drake have isn’t a plaything. I would know. I have seen the man go through women like tissue paper. This one is different.”

  Mikayla’s revelation didn’t exactly please Colin. Still, he smiled and replied, “There is an engagement party in Seattle and I would like you to accompany me. I don’t have a date and my brother has told me Deirdre is bringing Drake. It gives us a chance to at least test our plan out.”

  She had instantly agreed.

  Less than thirty-six hours later, they were in his condo and Mikayla fit comfortably indeed within his arms. Not only was she more than met the eye, she was the first woman he’d slept with that he didn’t have to picture Deirdre in order to have an orgasm.

  The force of nature known as Mikayla was a complete and utter sexual minx between the sheets and she knew all the tricks of the trade. He loved the way she could just milk orgasms from him like it was nothing. More than that, she wasn’t clingy, and that was a definite plus.

  Mikayla was a thoroughly modern woman who did whatever she pleased and never had any apologies about the life she lived.

  They lay side-by-side in post-coital bliss while she lazily smoked a cigarette in bed. Although Colin didn’t usually allow smoking in his home, he made an exception for her. Kayla’s father was a powerful criminal after all and he had no wish to wake up in the middle of the night with a bloody horse head in his bed.

  “So, you loved Drake and he meant everything to you…why did you cheat?” Colin asked.

  Mikayla turned his way and smiled. Her teeth were capped and whiter-than-white. “Because the opportunity presented itself to me and I wanted to get off. Drake wasn’t there…he had a run to do in Mexico for my father and I was horny. I went out dancing with some friends, had a few drinks, a few snorts of coke, and I wanted to fuck. His best friend from Le Cordon Bleu was there and he came over to say hello. We kinda studied each other and decided what the hell, why not? I mean, what Drake doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right? I go for it and he turns out to be as great in bed as he looked on the dance floor.”

  She dragged from her cigarette. “I wasn’t expecting Drake until the following evening. He said he would be too tired from the trip and would spend the night at home and we would see each other the next day. He decided to surprise me and when he crawled in bed nude and caressed his best friend’s nut sack instead of my snatch. Neither he nor his best friend were exactly amused by the situation. He basically told me it was over that night and we could continue to be business partners but he could no longer trust me, and without trust, there couldn’t be a relationship between us.”

  “That sucks but it is pretty much true,” Colin remarked.

  Mikayla dragged from her cigarette again then put it out in the ashtray on the bedside table next to her. “That’s bullshit. It was a mistake and it happened. So what? I wasn’t naïve enough to think he kept it in his pants on every trip to Mexico when Papa was sending him there with some of the most beautiful and expensive call girls in the world. I would have expected him to cheat on me from time to time. What man wouldn’t?

  “Besides, I truly believe it is the way he was brought up, in that ultra-WASPish world where there is a certain sense of decorum and women are supposed to follow rules and regulations. He knew I could never be that kind of person because of the family I come from. I literally grew up with death for breakfast. Papa murdered our mother for being unfaithful. He didn’t raise my brothers and I like that though, unlike Mama, who should have known better because she was from the old country. He always told us as children that we could do whatever we wanted
and be anyone we wanted to be. I really wanted to be Mrs. Drake O’Connell and I still think it’s possible as long as I am in his life.”

  Colin turned to lay flat on his back and tucked his arms beneath his head. “I don’t know whether I would have a chance with Deirdre or not and Drake has little if anything to do with it. Even if she was alone, she didn’t set out to find someone new. She just wanted to get away from me, and that speaks volumes. I will do everything in my power to convince her we belong together, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to buy what I am selling, know what I mean?”

  Mikayla sat up and stretched, the sheet falling away from her perfect, tanned breasts with subtle saline implants. “Don’t expect any sympathy from me. It’s your own fault. You and your damned conscience. Why would you tell her a secret so explosive anyway? You should have just kept it to yourself and you two could still be happy.”

  “Not when she was pregnant with my brother’s baby. I wouldn’t have wanted to raise that bastard’s kid.”

  “You could have slipped something in her beverage to make her miscarry once you found out. Google is your friend, you know. That is something so small and insignificant to you telling her that you and your brother murdered her father. You’re lucky you weren’t dealing with me because I would have dealt you the very same fate as you’d dealt my father. And that brother of yours wouldn’t be upright and breathing either.”

  Colin scooted closer to her in bed and touched the side of her breast nearest to him gently. “I have no doubt about that. However…I’m not Liam and I don’t have a heart made of stone. I couldn’t live with Deirdre and not tell her the truth. That’s not the kind of person I am. Honesty is always the best policy with me and unfortunately, it has cost me the love of my life.”

  Mikayla leaned toward him, her lips finding his, and they kissed passionately. The faint taste of cigarette smoke on her tongue made her appear more dangerous and much more seductive.