The Malone Brothers Boxed Set

by S. L. Sterling

  Suddenly, he pulled back, looking over my shoulder. Off in the distance we heard his name being called. “Fuck, those two drunk asses are on their way. What do you say we head back to our rooms?” I didn’t want the moment to end, but I also didn’t want it interrupted. Placing my shoes back on, I stood, and we walked arm in arm back to our rooms.

  13

  Autumn

  The stars twinkled above us. We stood at the end of the walkway to our rooms, Hunter looking deep into my eyes. His hand caressed my cheek, and he leaned in and kissed me like I had never been kissed before, his tongue exploring every part of my mouth. Wrapping me in his arms, he kissed me deeper, the kiss becoming stronger and more forceful. I placed my hand on his chest, stopping him.

  “What is it?” he asked breathlessly as he studied my face.

  “Hunter, please. Go slow.” I didn’t know exactly why I had stopped him, but I could feel the throbbing heat between my legs and was afraid I might erupt right there on the walkway. My panties were completely soaked. It had been so long since I had felt this way, and the intensity was overwhelming me.

  He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine, gently kissing me again.

  “Please go slow. It’s been a while for me.” I wanted to take that comment back, but the words had already fallen from my mouth.

  Hunter looked into my eyes and smiled. “Would you like to come in for a nightcap? I promise we’ll go slow.” He held both his hands up in surrender while studying my face.

  Chewing on my bottom lip, I tried to decide, but my head was already nodding in a yes motion. A large part of me was curious to see where the night would go. I wanted to see what it was like to be with another man. Jason had been the only one. The sensible part of my brain was screaming no, you barely know him, and I’d never even considered having a one-night stand in my life until this moment.

  Placing his hand on the small of my back, he guided me to his door and opened it.

  He placed the do-not-disturb sign on the handle and shut the door behind him, turning toward me and taking me in. I stood looking around the room, clutching my little purse in my sweaty hands, afraid to let it go. It felt as if it was my only lifeline, and if I let it go, all hell would break loose. Walking toward me, he took hold of my hands in his. “Relax, sweetheart.” I slowly let go of my clutch, dropping it into his hands. He set it down on top of the bedside table.

  As he looked up at me, I could see the heat in his eyes. It was the same heat he had been looking at me with this afternoon and just a few minutes ago out front. I took a step back and leaned against the cool wall. I was so hot, I needed some sort of relief.

  “As I said before, it’s been a while since…I’m just a little nervous.”

  He stepped toward me, running his hands up and down my arms.

  “There’s no reason to be nervous. I’m not going to hurt you.” His eyes washed over my face, his stare getting more intense.

  “I can’t stop thinking about what it felt like to hold you in my arms and run my tongue over your body,” he whispered. “How you tensed at my touch. How you shuddered when my lips met yours to take that lime.”

  I closed my eyes, vividly remembering the way it had felt.

  “How your skin pebbled.” A shiver left my body, despite the heat that was radiating from him as his lips grazed the side of my neck.

  “And when you let out that sexy little moan, I wished it had been more than my tongue causing that,” he whispered in my ear, sucking my earlobe in his mouth.

  He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, studying me, before his lips gently grazed over mine, softly sucking my bottom lip gently into his mouth.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. My center was painfully throbbing, and I was soaked. My nipples were hard, and if he had run his hands over them, I was sure I would come on the spot. Wrapping both arms around his neck, I attacked his mouth, kissing him hard. Fuck taking it slow; it had been three long years of feeling dead. It was refreshing to feel totally alive, and my body was crying with need.

  Pulling me away from the wall, he wrapped his arms around me and ran his hands down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me into him for an even deeper kiss. I could feel his hardness pressing into me as he pushed me up against the wall. Suddenly, he hoisted me up and wrapped both my legs around his waist, carrying me over to the bed. He sat down and lay back. As I straddled his lap, I could feel him fully straining against his pants. I ground down on him, a hard moan escaping his lips. His hands grabbed hold of my breasts. As he sat up, he bit my nipples through my dress. Dropping my head back, I let out a loud groan at the feel of his mouth on me. He reached behind me, un-tying my dress. I stilled as he pulled the dress off my body. He unhooked my bra, slowly sliding it off me, so my breasts were exposed to him. He looked at my face and then down to them. Holding them in his hands, he alternated between them, first gently licking and then sucking each nipple into his mouth. All the while he looked me directly in the eyes. I let out another loud groan as he continued. With one swift, fluid movement, he flipped me down onto the bed and stood between my legs as he looked down at me longingly. He pulled his shirt over his head as I took in his strong chest and shoulders.

  He placed his hand under my ass, lifting and pulling me down to the edge of the bed. I lay before him in my panties as he stood and studied me. He unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and then pulled his boxers down, springing himself free. He was much bigger than Jason—in both length and width. So big in fact I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle him. I tried not to show the fear in my eyes when I saw him, but he had already taken notice at my gaping jaw, lifting the corner of his mouth in a half smile. “What is it, Autumn?”

  I averted my eyes, “It’s…” I could feel the blush rise to my face. “It’s just I’m afraid you’re not going to fit.”

  He chuckled lightly as more heat crept into my cheeks. “No worries, beautiful, I’ll go slow.” He placed one hand on each of my knees and slowly spread my legs open. He didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and kissed the inside of each of my thighs, then placed his mouth on the crotch of my panties. A low groan escaped his mouth again as he pressed his tongue against me. “My God, you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.” He moaned into me.

  “Hunter, stop. What are you doing?” I squeezed my thighs together almost trapping his head.

  “Relax, beautiful, I’m just going to have a little snack.”

  “No.”

  “Don’t tell me you’ve never…”

  I blushed, shaking my head. No, I had never done that. Jason had always been all about his satisfaction.

  “Someone has been doing you a great disservice. Just relax. I’ve been told I am very good with my tongue.” He ran his hands over my breasts, my legs falling apart. He leaned down and kissed me just above my panty line.

  He squeezed my thighs with his hands and then, in a quick, swift pull, ripped my favorite pair of lace panties off me. Burying his face into me, he licked and sucked at my clit. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth as my back lifted off the mattress. If he kept that up, I would come on the spot. Inserting a finger into me, he continued. I could feel myself start to tighten as he inserted another finger, pumping them in and out slowly while he continued sucking my clit into his mouth.

  “Hunter, please stop. I’m going to come,” I cried out as my fingers gripped his hair.

  “Then come for me, beautiful.” There was no stopping him. He continued pumping his fingers, finally curling them up to hit that special spot inside of me, as he continued sucking on my clit. It was like I forgot to breathe; my back arched off the mattress and I cried out.

  He kissed the insides of my thighs again as he crawled up between my legs. I watched as he pulled a condom from the bedside drawer and slipped it on himself. He rubbed the head of his cock against my wetness and then I felt the pressure as he pushed himself at my opening. He took his time sliding into me, inch by inch, letting
me adjust to him as he went. “Fuck, beautiful, you’re so tight. You feel amazing,” he whispered. My nails dug into his back as he pushed the rest of himself slowly into me all the way to the hilt. Once he was fully seated in me, he held himself there, letting me adjust to him. Raising my legs up onto his shoulders and leaning forward, he began drilling into me. Reaching down, he rubbed my clit as he thrust into me harder and faster. I could feel him start to swell as I tightened around him. His breathing became more erratic and he let out a deep groan. I felt his muscles start to tighten as he unloaded into me. He collapsed on top of me and stayed there holding me until we both caught our breath.

  Reaching down between us, he held onto the top of the condom as he pulled himself out of me. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He got up off the bed as he walked into the bathroom, grabbed a warm cloth, and came back, cleaning me up. Throwing the cloth down on the floor, he laid down beside me, pulling me into him, placing my head on his chest. We were quiet as we laid there, him tracing light circles on my back as I listened intently to his heart beating wildly in his chest.

  The room was dark. I had no idea where I was. The soreness between my legs quickly reminded me what had happened, and then I felt Hunter’s arm tighten around my waist. I looked at the clock—three in the morning. I laid there for a moment, trying to calm the panic that was rising in me, but it was no use. I couldn’t breathe. I needed to get out of there. I waited until he rolled over, his deep snore filling the room. I felt around the room, trying to find my clothing. I found everything on the floor in a pile, finally finding what was left of my shredded panties just under the edge of the bed. I dressed the best I could in the darkness, grabbed my shoes and clutch, and slipped out the front door.

  As soon as I was in the safety of my own room, I dropped everything and let out an uncontrollable sob. What had I done? Sex with a complete stranger, not once, but three times? What had I been thinking? Taking a deep breath, I tried to stop the tears from falling, but it was no use. Every part of me shook as I removed my clothing, leaving my dress along with everything else in a heap on the floor. Heading out into my private outdoor shower, I turned the water on, letting the hot water hit my body. I sank to the ground, sitting and crying. I let the water wash the tears down the drain. I wasn’t crying over what had just happened hours ago—it was amazing—but rather what had happened years ago, as the realization hit that Jason had never really been the one. When the water finally turned cold, I picked myself up off the ground, shut off the lights, and went into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel. I dried off, slipped into my T-shirt, and crawled into the cold bed.

  It was almost eight in the morning when I woke up from a restless, broken sleep. The sun was streaming through the windows. I rolled over, the familiar ache I felt between my legs quickly reminding me that last night did in fact happen. I had never succumbed to a man’s touch like that before, not that quickly anyway. Jason had never turned me on like that, with a deep need to be satisfied at an exact moment. The whole night had been like nothing I had ever felt or experienced. We couldn’t seem to get enough of one another.

  I pulled myself out of bed and ran a brush through my hair. I packed up my beach bag and got dressed in my bathing suit and wrap. Grabbing my bag, I opened the door. As I went to close it behind me, I found an envelope with my name scrawled across it taped to the door. I had no doubt in my mind who it was from, so I placed it inside my bag and headed up for breakfast. Once I had sat down with my food, I reached into my bag. Grabbing the note, I took a deep breath, my chest aching. I leaned back against the chair, and with shaky hands, opened the note, already dreading what was written inside.

  Autumn, I’d hoped to wake up to your beautiful face this morning. I hope your leaving wasn’t due to regret. I want you to know I thoroughly enjoyed last night, and it would probably break me to know you feel differently. I will be away from the resort today with my brothers on a scuba-diving/deep-sea fishing adventure. I’ve arranged for you to have a very relaxing day at the spa—on me. After all, I’m sure you are rather sore from last night. You’re scheduled to be there at nine. I have arranged a special surprise for dinner tonight and hope that you will accompany me. Please meet me outside of Tranquility at seven. Until then, beautiful, I hope you enjoy your day. — Hunter

  A tear ran down my cheek as I folded the note and placed it back in the envelope and into my bag. I checked my watch, eight-thirty. After finishing my breakfast, I made my way to the spa.

  14

  Hunter

  The night air was cool coming off the ocean, as I stood outside of the restaurant waiting for her to arrive. I had reserved a private table on the beach for us for dinner. Everything was set. Now all I needed was her. I could feel my pulse start to race at the sound of heels approaching, but my hopes crashed quickly when the person came around the corner and I saw it wasn’t her. I glanced at my watch. It was already twenty after seven. She probably wasn’t coming, and the staff had already told me that they couldn’t hold my reservation for much longer. I swallowed, fighting down my disappointment, and went to let the waitress know that the table needed to be canceled, when I heard a soft voice say my name.

  I turned and saw her standing at the end of the walkway. She was stunning, her hair pulled up into a loose bun, which showed off her neck. Soft tendrils were falling around her face. The white dress she wore hugged her in all the right places. A soft smile came over her face as she approached me. Pulling her into me, I kissed her just below the ear. “Hello, beautiful. Ready for dinner?”

  The waitress smiled at the pair of us and grabbed two menus. “This way, please.” She turned and led us away from the door.

  “Hunter, where are we going? The restaurant is right there.”

  My hand tightened around hers. “Trust me. You’re going to love it.” I winked at her and placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the narrow path in front of me.

  We stepped from the tight pathway out onto the beach. There, a table for two was set up on a small platform for us in the moonlight. I watched her expression as she saw what was in front of us. “Hunter, this is amazing.” A smile lit up her face.

  “A quiet dinner for two.” I led her to the table, pulling out the chair for her, and then took my seat across from her. The waitress then poured us each a glass of white wine, leaving us to look at the menu.

  I watched her as she studied the menu. I could barely take my eyes off her, and to be honest, I didn’t want to. There was still something hidden in those eyes of hers; I just wish I knew what it was. The waitress returned a couple minutes later to take our order. Autumn ordered the roast chicken and I the lobster. As the waitress walked away, I made eye contact with her, her beautiful grey-blue eyes sparkling against the light of the moon. “What do you think?” I asked her.

  “It’s beautiful. I didn’t know they offered dinners out here. Of course, a romantic dinner on the beach for one doesn’t sound all that appealing, does it?” She let out an adorable little giggle as she looked at me.

  “They don’t normally do this. I had to put in a very special request. How did you enjoy your day at the spa?”

  Her eyes turned down. “It was the most relaxing day I have had in a long time. Thank you. But I don’t feel right about it, so if you could please tell me what all of that cost, I would like to repay you.”

  “No need, beautiful. It’s on me.”

  I watched as she took a sip of wine, her eyes darting back to mine. “That’s very kind of you, but I can’t let you do that.”

  “It’s already done. Now no more talk about it.”

  There were tears in her eyes as she sipped her wine, and now she was avoiding my gaze. I wasn’t sure how to read her, but I could tell there was something weighing on her mind, and I knew it wasn’t me. She wasn’t the type of woman who had been spoiled previously, if at all, and I had a feeling that it made her extremely uncomfortable.

  Autumn

  I left the topic alone
after that, trying to accept the fact that he had wanted to treat me, not that he was doing it because he wanted something in return. I finally relaxed, letting those thoughts leave my brain, and tried to enjoy dinner. Our conversation ranged from our favorite movies, drinks, and hobbies to Hunter’s adventures for the day. We talked about his brothers and my sister. The conversation was fun, light, and filled with laughter, making the time pass quickly.

  It had been the most romantic dinner I had ever shared with someone. Jason could never have touched this. He hadn’t been the type to pull romance or to surprise me with a day at the spa. He always told me things like that were a waste of money, which I now equated to I just hadn’t been worth it. But the thought or idea of a complete stranger spending that kind of money on me because he wanted to didn’t sit well with me either.

  The sound of the waves crashing into the shore and the soft music playing in the background had created a beautiful atmosphere. The staff had just finished clearing away our dessert dishes when Hunter stood and held his hand out to me. “Care to dance with me?”

  Removing the napkin from my lap and setting my coffee cup down, I placed my hand into his. Taking me into his arms, he pulled me into his chest, our bodies swaying to “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. We danced in the moonlight under the stars until the staff turned the music off and we were left on the beach in total quietness.

  Slowly, we walked down the beach to one of the palapas. “Did you want to sit down with me for a bit?” he asked as he started pulling me toward the seat. We both sat on the edge of the mattress, looking out toward the ocean. The moonlight was shimmering off the peaks of the waves. “How did you enjoy dinner?”