Waiting For You (The Guardians: Book 3)

by D. M. Mortier

  She rolled her hips, sensually rubbing against his growing erection.

  Lifting his head slightly, his lips inches from hers, he murmured, “Just how rigorous can this exercise be?”

  She shivered in response to his teasing question. “As soon as you get rid of our uninvited guests, we can talk about my return to full flexibility and reawakened hungers.”

  “Sean, come help your mother!” Amanda demanded. It was obvious that she was more interested in getting Sean away from Malika than being concerned over the older woman.

  “That’s the thing with uninvited guests. You can just ignore their asses.” Sean lifted her high in his arms and held her tenderly against his chest. “I’ve been meaning to show you the rest of the flat,” Sean told her, his voice dripping with wicked promise.

  “Is that right?” Malika teased, deliberately using the phrase he’d just thrown at her.

  He moved swiftly from the living room with his burden held securely, climbed the spiral stairway, walked down a long hallway to a set of double oak doors at the end, and took her over the threshold before closing the door firmly behind them. The room was lit by overhead recess lights on a slight dimmer. Sean threw up the switch and illuminated the room with blazing lights. “Never again will we make love in darkness,” he told her as if anticipating an objection.

  She laughed softly in commensurate understanding. “You’ll get no argument from me.”

  Letting her slide down his body so that her legs were anchored around his waist, he gripped the generous cheeks of her ass and then swooped down to fuse their lips in a ravenous kiss. He growled in appreciation, loving that she was just as hungry for him as he was for her. He shivered with need as every nerve ending in his body ignited with lust. He drove his tongue deeper into her mouth in a mindless attempt to assuage some of the need consuming him.

  Her fingers gripped his hair and held him to her as she sucked on his tongue. She whimpered and ground her hips on his throbbing shaft as desire ripped through her. With an impatience he understood well, she desperately tried to loosen the buttons on his dress shirt.

  He crossed over to his bed with her still holding on to him. Resting her back gently onto the cool sheets, he stood away from her, grabbed both sides of his shirt, and ripped it in half, forcing the buttons to fly from the fastenings and fall to the thick carpet.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Malika whispered breathlessly. His muscles were smooth and sleek, his broad chest and shoulders testaments to his obvious power, his stomach chiseled and his ass packed with lean muscle. His flagrant virility stimulated every feminine nerve ending in her body.

  “Never mind about me. You have on too many damn clothes,” Sean murmured with a husky timbre.

  Malika rolled off the bed and struck a provocative pose beside the bed. After leaving the doctor’s office earlier and after Sean had left her at her flat, she had known that her and baby’s home was with Sean. She had been optimistic that they would work out their differences. With his defense of her and undeniable display of forsaking all others just now, he had proven his love spectacularly. Showing him her love was as easy as breathing.

  “I can fix the clothes thing.” Malika held his gaze as she, with slow, deliberate movements, toed her high heels off her feet, unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy pink bra and her slightly curved stomach, and unzipped her jeans. “Are you sure you can handle this?”

  “I may not have seen it, but I sure as hell felt every delectable inch of that body.” Sean stood in front of her with his shirt discarded, but he still had on his jeans, which were unzipped and rode low on his hips.

  Malika unhooked her bra and her D-cup globes bounced free. Her pregnancy was already having a dramatic effect on her physique, increasing her usual C-cup to a D. “Are you still with me?” she teased, wanting to laugh at Sean’s unblinking gaze on her chest. With her less than impressive height of five feet five and tiny waist, her curves look even more provocative. Not to mention the incredible glow coating her mocha skin over the past few days.

  “So fuckin’ beautiful,” Sean said in a gravelly voice. He started stalking toward her slowly.

  “Oh no you don’t.” Malika stepped out of his reach. “You’re going to let me show you what you gonna be working with.”

  “I know what I’m working with. You’re just taking too damn long to get to it.” He pulled her against him. “I’ve been weeks without you. Tease me some other time.” Any protest she may have mounted was cut off by his forceful kiss. In seconds he stripped her jeans off of her and tossed them across the room.

  Falling to his knees, Sean hooked a finger in the waistband of her G-string and dragged it down her legs. He held her by her hips and lifted her until one of her legs settled on his shoulder and her folds were aligned to his lips.

  His brute strength and the naked lust in his gaze sent desire reeling through her. She pulsed hard and low in her pelvis in anticipation of his possession.

  Malika shrieked at the first swipe of his tongue over her clit.

  “Hold on, baby,” he warned her.

  Gripping the silky strands of his hair to maintain her perch on his shoulder, she cried out over and over again as he nipped, licked, and sucked the sensitive flesh. Searing intensity flowed through her body like hot lava. Her world was narrowed to the sensual assault of his mouth on her.

  With his fingers digging into the naked globes of her ass, he mercilessly thrust a tongue into her throbbing center. Malika helplessly rolled her hips and rode the hard tip of his tongue with raw need. Already mindless with ecstasy, she splintered violently as Sean strummed her engorged clit with the rough pad of his thumb.

  Sean lifted her off his tongue only after he had lapped up every bit of her juices. He stood and held her against his chest as she stumbled. She found it impossible to stand under her own steam; her limbs were unsteady. She felt boneless and was forced to lean on him.

  Malika wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed his lips with hers. The taste of herself on his tongue was like an aphrodisiac to her senses. She climbed him as though she was a champion pole dancer.

  He growled, deepened the kiss, and lowered her to the king-sized bed. He trailed his lips down her cheek, her neck, and her chest, leaving feather light kisses in his wake.

  She writhed impatiently beneath him and thrust her breasts at him, wanting his lips around the stiff nipples in the worst way.

  Sean laughed huskily when she gripped his hair and tried to guide his mouth to her breasts. He easily evaded her attempts and, instead, kissed her everywhere else, his lips and hands roaming possessively over her silken stomach, kissing the slight roundness, lingering with a reverence that brought moisture to her eyes. He kissed her hips, her thighs, and her damp folds, tormenting her. Her turned her and began his sensual assault all over again, kissing her back, the sensitive valley of her spine, and the swell of her ass. He squeezed the smooth cheeks as he kissed them gently over and over again, sinking his teeth into the taut flesh. He sandwiched his cock between the generous globes to stroke his steely length into the warm cavity.

  The feel of his thickness made her buck wildly under him, keening and craving for his shaft in another molten cavity of her body.

  Sean refused to be rushed. He turned her again, and this time he pulled the hard tip of her breast into his mouth, nipping and sucking and rooting from one nipple to the other.

  She immediately splintered into another orgasm.

  A short time later, she wrapped her legs high around his waist and rubbed her soaked folds on the broad head of his cock and along the veiny length. She kissed him anywhere she could reach, tormenting him as he had done to her. Pushing him to his back, she climbed on top of him and straddled his chest as she took his cock into her hands and sucked him into her mouth.

  His groan of appreciation was all the encouragement she needed. With her tongue pressed against the bundle of nerves at the tip of his cock, she licked and sucked him to the back of her thro
at. Ignoring the gag reflex she got the deeper she pulled him, she was determined to get at least half of his monstrous length into her mouth.

  Sean gripped her thighs and pulled her toward him until he had her clit back in his mouth.

  It was as though he had flipped a switch and she helplessly exploded into his mouth again. In her attempt to scream her release, she succeeded in swallowing a few more inches of his cock down her throat.

  He growled as he started shooting his seed.

  “Hell no,” he muttered before pulling her off of him and throwing her to her back. “I want my seed in you.” He mounted her and stroked into her slow and deep.

  She moaned loudly at the exquisite feel of him stretching her inner walls.

  He captured her lips and kissed her with aching tenderness as he slid slowly out of her and drove slowly back in again.

  She was drunk on his kisses and mindless with desire at the intensity of the feeling that rocked her.

  Kissing her deeply, he powered into her over and over again, and his cock butted against her G-spot with passionate precision.

  Her cries filled the room as she met each stroke with an equally sensual roll of her hips.

  He pulled her legs higher around his back, gripped her ass, and drove into her with sizzling urgency.

  Startling pleasure ripped through her. Every muscle in her body tightened, and her walls closed like a vise around his granite length.

  She screamed his name over and over again, until she was hoarse as she exploded in ecstasy.

  The veins of his neck stood out as he threw his head back and roared his release.

  They must have momentarily lost consciousness because, when next she opened her eyes, Malika noticed that Sean remained slumped on the pillow beside her with his eyes closed. He was heavy on top of her, but she loved it.

  “You okay?” Sean asked groggily after a while. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he rolled to his side to remove his weight from her but pulled her against him.

  “You dragged me up to your lair, had your wicked way with me, and now you ask how I’m doing?”

  He laughed huskily. “Yeah, well, you wanted to know whether I could handle my business. I had to make sure you lost your voice a few times tonight.”

  “Well, that wasn’t me who was singing soprano a few minutes ago,” she teased.

  “Don’t talk like that. My son may hear you talking bad about his dad.” Sean laughed as she rolled her eyes at him.

  “It’ll serve you right if we have a girl.”

  “Now why would you want to do me like that?” Sean pushed her to her back and delivered kisses to her cheeks, her neck, and finally back to her lips. It was as if he couldn’t help himself. Now that their relationship was out in the open, he constantly wanted to touch her, kiss her. “God won’t punish me by allowing that to happen. He knows my ass would end up in prison.”

  “And that would be a shame because you have a very fine ass.”

  “I knew you were lusting after my body,” Sean teased.

  She laughed as he had intended her to, incredibly humbled by this moment, a moment she thought would never happen for them. “Thank you, Sean,” she whispered.

  “For what?”

  “Thank you for loving me. Thank for never giving up on us.”

  “I will always love you, baby,” Sean told her gently. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to finally realize that we belong together. Whether you knew it or not, you’ve been my world for the past five years.”

  “I didn’t know, and I’ve been waiting for you too. It kills me how much time we’ve wasted.” Her voice shook with emotion. “Let’s not waste another moment.”

  “In that you have my full agreement,” Sean murmured huskily. He lowered his head and kissed her with infinite tenderness.

  Epilogue

  “That little prick thinks I don’t see what he’s doing,” Sean muttered. He scowled at the scene before him. Standing by his home office window, which overlooked the massive green lawn that stretched for miles, Sean kept watch of the miniature occupants. The women sat at the outdoor dining table completely oblivious to the activities of the children playing nearby and the men observing them. “If he wasn’t my godson, I would’ve put a bullet in his ass by now.”

  “Since you’re talking about my son, I think I’ll have an issue with your bullet in his ass.” Rico calmly lifted the Heineken bottle of beer to his lips and took a generous swig of the cold amber liquid.

  “You know you have issues, right?” Neo laughed as Sean continued to glare at Reece. “Your daughter is barely a year old, still in diapers, and already you’re trying to keep boys away from her.”

  “Fuck that!” They had all come up to his estate in Scotland to spend two weeks of summer holidays together. His grandfather had died a few months before, leaving Sean the estate, the dukedom, and the accompanying properties in both Scotland and England that came with it. Sean had always loved visiting his grandfather in Edinburgh. The castle sat on over fifty acres of lawn, gardens, and wooded landscape. Ever since the birth of his daughter, Daria, more than a year ago he felt as though he was going to lose his mind. How the fuck am I supposed to protect such a helpless little being? Next to her mother, she’s the love of my life. “I trust no one, least of all a boy with a damn ponytail.” Sean continued pacing and looking out of the castle window.

  Neo and Dominic roared with laughter. Rico smiled, not at all bothered by his friend threatening his firstborn. His second son, Reid, trailed behind Dominic’s sons, Matt and Nicolas, completely in awe of the older boys.

  “I feel you, man. I have two daughters and dreading the day they hit puberty.” Dominic joined Sean at the window and patted him on the back.

  Just then Daria stood and ran on chubby, unsteady limbs toward Reece while screaming at the top of her lungs, “Reee!”

  Reece smiled and opened his arms to receive the baby.

  Sean growled and sprinted out of the room with the sound of his teammates laughing in the background. He had just arrived at the French doors leading to the lawn when Malika appeared in front of him and blocked his path.

  “Where’s the fire?” she asked him silkily.

  “Didn’t you see that shit?”

  “Yes, and I knew you would be losing your shit,” she smirked at him.

  “Come on, honey, that’s my little princess out there. And those fucks in there are no help. Why the hell did we make them her godfathers anyway? They’re not worth shit.” Sean pushed his fingers threw the strands of his hair in agitation.

  “Your little princess is fine. She knows who will take care of her.” Malika’s lips twitched as if she was struggling to not laugh.

  “But he has his own baby brother to take care of,” Sean grumbled. “Why doesn’t the little prick go take care of him?”

  “I could do with some taking care of as well.” Malika stepped into his space, crowding him and pushing him back into the castle. She reached up, stood on the tips of her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He gazed down at her, his lids at half-mast. “Is that right?” He gripped her low on her tiny waist and lifted her high in his arms.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, causing the skirt of her dress to ride high up her thighs. “Will we be bad hosts for abandoning our guests?” Malika asked breathlessly.

  “Fuck ’em,” he muttered as he captured her lips in a ravenous kiss. Walking with her into the nearby small drawing room, he closed the door behind them, pressed her back against the oak wood, and ground his hips against her sensitive flesh. He feverishly trailed his lips down her cheek, her neck, and to the generous swell of her breasts. Reaching under the hem of her dress, he gripped the thin straps of her panty and ripped it from her.

  She moaned loudly as he pulled her beaded nipple into his mouth.

  He released the tight bud and smiled at her. “You’d better tone it down unless you want our neglected guests to know what we’re doing.”r />
  “Oh, I forgot how this house echoes sound.” She giggled, not at all embarrassed about being heard.

  “No worries, baby, I got you.” Sean fused their lips together. He unzipped his trousers and palmed his throbbing length. Gripping the taut cheeks of her ass, he surged up into her and swallowed her scream.

  Moments later, she sat on his lap and snuggled next to his chest as though she was a contented kitten.

  “We’re going to have to up our plans on having my sons,” Sean said thoughtfully.

  Malika laughed huskily. “Why is that?”

  “I’m going to need some help keeping these little shits away from Daria,” he growled. “Apparently, my teammates are useless fucks.”

  Smiling, she reached up and kissed his lips softly. “Then you should be very happy to know that I’m pregnant again.”

  Instead of being happy, Sean was terrified. What if I get another daughter? Bloody hell!

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you so much for taking time to read Sean and Malika’s story. I trust you have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to Devin for all your work on editing and proofreader in such a timely manner. Devin, thank you also for your insight and critique. Thanks to Alicia and her staff at Damonza for always giving me such kick ass cover designs, very much appreciated. And thanks to Bob for your great work in formatting and interior design, your cheerfulness and willingness to always assist.

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