by Shayla Black
He’d spent the rest of his week opening the West Coast operations for Cooper Investigations. He’d need someone here to help him work cases, man the office when he couldn’t be around. River was still looking for work. He and Seth had hit it off during Hammer, Raine, and Liam’s recent trials. The dedication the man had shown to clearing Hammer’s name and ensuring his sister’s happiness had impressed him. So they’d met for lunch and a beer, laughed about bagging Hammer’s nemesis—literally—then talked business. River had never done PI work and he’d need to get licensed. His military covert operations background sounded impressive, but Seth needed some proof River had the sleuthing skills and finesse to do the job. After all, there’d be no storming bunkers here. Raine’s brother had sworn he’d prove he had what it took. No idea how he’d do that, but the ball was in River’s court.
Impatiently, Seth glanced at the clock again, more than ready for this date. If he played his cards right, he might be fixing Heavenly breakfast, too.
Right on time, the doorbell rang. He checked the door cam and saw her standing on his little porch. She looked adorable, wearing a white tank with a black heart, a casual beige coat, and a wine-colored skirt that hung well above her knees. With a broad smile, he strode across the hardwoods to let her in.
She glanced up at him shyly as he framed the doorway. “Hi, Seth.”
“Oh, fuck. I’ve missed you, angel.” Two weeks apart had been two weeks too long.
Seth meant to invite her in, let her get comfortable, talk to her until she opened up. Then he’d intended to seduce her. Instead, he lost his head, plucked her off her feet, and claimed her mouth. Instantly, her flavor exploded on his taste buds, the same one he’d branded to memory the night of Hammer’s party. Her familiar scent clouded his head as she clung to his neck and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Yeah, she didn’t kiss him like a woman invested in another man. The meeting of their lips felt too much like their mouths making love for that.
Long moments later, she broke away, panting. They stared. Maybe for a moment; maybe for an hour. Time had no meaning as he lost himself in the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.
Then she exhaled on a shaky sigh and her stare fell to his lips. Just like that, she pulled him under her spell again.
Seth couldn’t resist capturing her mouth once more and parting her lips with his insistent tongue. Groaning, he absently kicked the door shut, then slid his palms down her waist to cradle her perfectly pert ass in his hands. He took giant steps across the room and made it as far as the kitchen island before he eased her down and spread her out. Still standing between her thighs, he traced his fingers up her sensitive sides.
She giggled. “I’m ticklish.”
“Yeah?” he taunted.
“Don’t…”
He fingered the sides of her breasts instead.
Her laughter stopped. The palpable hunger that always surged between them roared as he seized her mouth again in an incinerating kiss. Every good intention Seth had about feeding Heavenly before he made his move gave way to unyielding urgency. He became aware of only her. Of her restless fingers digging into his shoulders. Of her hips grinding against his stiff cock. Of her sweet wetness dampening the front of her panties. Seth groaned and drank in every morsel of her answering whimper.
Oh, fuck. If he didn’t find some self-control, he’d be baring and impaling her in less than thirty seconds.
Gently but insistently, he eased back. He intended to lead her to the table and offer her a drink as he removed the food warming in the oven. Instead, his stare went straight to her smooth, silky thighs and exposed panties, now visible since her skirt had bunched around her hips. The scrap barely covering her pussy was blue-and-white striped with an itty-bitty bow at the top of the little triangle. It looked well-worn, too small, and already soaked.
Seth stared, unblinking, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. Oh, shit. He’d probably burn in hell for the twisted, lascivious thoughts storming through his head later, but right now? He was going to enjoy being in heaven. Or rather in Heavenly.
She breathed hard and touched his shoulder. “Seth?”
“Yeah, angel. I’m here. God, you’re gorgeous.” He finally managed to look away. “Stay where you are, okay?”
“But…where are you going?” She grabbed the hem of her skirt self-consciously and lowered it.
“No, angel,” he crooned, easing his fingers under the garment and slowly lifting it up her thighs again until he was staring at those panties straight out of his teenage fantasies. Christ, he had to form coherent words to reassure her. “I’m just going to step right over there.” He pointed to his breakfast nook. “I’ll be back. Then I’ll make you feel so much better.”
In two steps, he dragged one of the metal chairs from the table over to the island and seated himself between her legs, then pulled her pretty little ass to the edge of the counter.
She propped herself onto her elbows, her hair pooling around her as she watched him, eyes soft with desire. “What are you doing?”
“I know I promised you lunch, but I’m dying to make a meal of you first.”
He didn’t give her time to ask the questions he saw on her face before he lifted each of her thighs and laid them over his shoulders.
“Seth…” She sounded slightly shocked.
But she wasn’t protesting. Beautiful.
Seth skated his palms up her graceful legs and cupped her thighs as he kissed all her bare skin, hungrily nipping, lapping, and eating his way straight toward her weeping center.
Her breathless pants got faster, more audible, as he outlined the edges of those snug panties with his thumbs, where her thighs met her barely covered cunt and begged him to feast.
“Remember all the dirty things I told you I’d do to you before Christmas? This is definitely one I’ve thought about. I want you to feel my tongue lap at your juices while I coax more from your little pussy.”
She tensed and reached between her thighs with a slim hand, fingers covering the straining fabric of her panties, stained dark with her excitement. “I’m really wet.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled, nipping at the digits until she lifted her hand away.
Seth didn’t hesitate. He simply buried his nose in the nearly sheer cotton and inhaled her potent aroma, letting it fill his nostrils. His cock turned to granite. He tongued his way straight up her center, lingering over her straining clit as it poked her panties.
With a glance up her body, he snared her gaze as the pleasure began to roll over her. Heavenly’s eyes were half-closed, her jaw slack, and her cheeks flaming rosy.
Triumph roared within him. “By the time I lap up every drop of your cream, you’ll be ready to explode.”
“Oh…my goodness.”
She was still gasping as he began eating at her through the cotton, prodding her clit and teasing her entrance with his stiff tongue before slipping beneath the elastic to coax more of her juices while he swiped at her heated flesh.
As she began to dissolve around him, he drove her higher. Heavenly writhed, spearing her fingers into his hair and lifting her hips to him in demand. He dove deeper, scraped her cotton-clad clit with his teeth, grinding his tongue against her and dragging her into his lungs. But those fucking panties were teasing him. He could smell her, almost taste her…but not enough. He needed more. He needed the goddamn barrier that kept him from savoring her out of his way.
He gripped the thin strings holding the two threadbare triangles of fabric together with his big hands and yanked. The undergarment gave way without a fight. He tossed it behind him, across the kitchen, and focused all his attention on her perfect peach of a pussy. Oh, Christ… It was pretty—swollen, pouting, succulent, and pungent. His mouth watered again. He adjusted his straining cock with a grimace.
“You’re staring…there. Is something wrong with me?”
“Oh, Heavenly. No. Hell no. You’re beautiful. And I already know you’re going to taste like nothing I’ve ever had
on my tongue.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I’m so attuned to you, angel. I swear, when I’m with you it’s like I can feel you, hear your heartbeat… I can’t explain it. It just is.” He sighed. “I didn’t even know I was waiting for you, and now that you’re here, I can’t imagine me with anyone else.”
“Seth…” She wore her heart in her eyes. “I’ve thought about you so much since I saw you last, since you kissed me.”
“I’ve thought about you, too. I can’t seem to stop, just like I can’t stop wanting more of you. Open wider for me. I need to lick up all your honey. I need to hear every one of your cries. I need you to tell me what you’re feeling. Then, angel, I need you to come for me.”
Surprise brightened her face, mingling with the shiver of anticipation that rolled through her beautiful body. “When you say things like that, it turns me inside out.”
If you think my words undo you, angel, just wait…
Slowly, Seth lowered his heated mouth to her. She watched him, unblinking and spellbound, as she gripped the edge of the counter for dear life. His stare traveled up her body and he gave her a slow, sly smile. Her whole body tensed.
With their gazes fused, he began to consume her, orally stroking his way up her soft, ripe flesh, tasting, memorizing…melding his tongue to her flesh. God, yes, he’d fantasized about this. And just like his dreams, she yielded sweetly, thighs splaying wider, allowing him to feed his ravenous hunger for her. Her catches of breath goaded him on even more. He nipped at her taut clit, straining for his attention. A teasing lick followed. That didn’t satisfy him. He gave in to his Dominant need to conquer, sucking her bud into his mouth savagely, urging her—hell, demanding—she give him all her pleasure.
Heavenly went wild, shaking and shuddering as she moaned and squealed. Every noise was an unintelligible plea or praise that only drove him higher. He had to taste every bit of her, everywhere. Needed more of her dizzying response.
He dipped to her untried entrance, curling his tongue to penetrate her, and stroked deep into her soft, swollen tissue.
“Oh!” She almost jackknifed off the island. “Seth. Please… I need…something.”
“I know, angel,” he crooned. “I’m going to give it to you.”
“But—”
Seth cut her off by ruthlessly tongue-fucking her. She surged against him, her cries bouncing off the walls. Her fingers tangled in his hair, as she pulled and tugged, making his scalp sting. He kept going, shaking his head as he licked up her slit, then filled her clenching core again—lingering, flicking, and unraveling her.
God, he hadn’t known how she would react to him devouring her virginal flesh. He’d worried she would be too shy or too shocked or just too…not ready. But Heavenly’s uninhibited reaction told him his gut instinct that they’d be sexually compatible had been dead right. Even better, she seemed to be as in tune with this craving to merge and become one as he was.
She almost peaked, but he eased back, danced away. Her mewl of protest had him grinning. He tormented her from a different angle, nibbling at the puffy lips of her sex and flicking a barely there swipe across her clit. Another wail of thwarted need rose from her lips. Fucking music to his ears.
He focused his control, found a dozen ways to spike her pleasure…but he never quite gave her the sustained sensation to climax. Instead, he took his sweet time learning her, figuring out how to take her apart methodically, adapting to whatever made her tense or gasp or cry out in need. Then slowly, he built her up again until her honey flowed over his lips and the involuntary thrust of her hips turned rhythmic against his mouth.
She was close again. Sweet.
Once more, he backed off and he soaked in her frustrated whimpers with a smile.
“No…” She shuddered, pleading. “I can’t take it.”
He looked up the curves and valleys of her body, waiting until she met his stare. “You can because I want you to. When I let you come, I want to be sure it’s so hard, so devastating you won’t forget it.”
Then he slid his fingers through her wetness, coated them, and dipped his middle finger into her opening, sinking deep. Damn, she gripped him, beyond tight. Thank god. There was no way Beck had seduced her out of her virginity.
Seth eased up, gave her a moment to adjust, to wriggle and roll on his digit, before he slid his little finger into the soft opening of her ass. Shock and sensual torment filled her face at once, driving him harder to send her splintering into a thousand pieces under his touch. She was so fucking gorgeous, so seemingly made for him. He couldn’t wait to slide every inch of his stiff, impatient cock deep inside her. To feel her clutch him as she disintegrated around his thrusts and spilled all over his dick.
As he bent his head to her swollen clit and flicked it softly, she squealed. The little bead began to flush and throb. Fuck, how heady, knowing that a mere touch or two had her in this thrall again, on the verge of begging him to pleasure her in any way he wanted simply so he’d give her the satisfaction he’d made her crave.
“Ready to explode for me, angel?” he taunted.
She clutched his hair and gyrated against his mouth. “Oh, yes. Please. Please, Seth…”
Her sweet cries, the heat and tightness of her body clutching his fingers, her scent so strong it made him drunk—all took him to the brink of his control.
With his free hand, Seth dug a condom from his jeans, then attacked his fly before he slid the denim down enough to kick his pants somewhere near her discarded underwear. Despite how frantic he’d been to free his cock, he never stopped fingering her slick openings or teasing her taut nub. Not too hard. Not too fast. No, he made her ride his touch, forcing her to stretch for the orgasm he dangled just out of her reach.
She was incoherent now, her gasps mingling with her rising wails as he lured her closer to the cataclysmic end. Climax was right there; everything about her body told him so. Another lick, another nudge, and she’d tumble over. And fuck if it wasn’t going to be the sweetest thing ever. His heart chugged. His cock jerked. He was so ready…
The doorbell pealed, shattering the moment.
Heavenly stilled, stare zipping toward his door. “Someone’s here?”
“It’s no one. Ignore it.” He wasn’t stopping, damn it.
But the doorbell only rang again, strident and insistent, jarring his fucking concentration. With a curse, he swiveled his stare to his phone, sitting on the charging stand on a nearby counter, flashing a clear view of the front door.
Seth blinked, frowned, backed away from Heavenly to peer closer at the device. He couldn’t possibly be seeing that right.
“What is it?” She sounded drunk and dazed.
“I’m not sure. Stay right there. I’ll only be a minute.”
He rose and wiped his face with a paper towel, then grabbed his gun from the holster where it hung on the nearby wall and slipped to the front door, turning the lock. He cracked it open just enough to peek around the portal.
What the hell? His camera hadn’t lied. Standing on his porch was a woman in her forties dressed like a colorful gypsy and a goddamn donkey. “What the fuck is this?”
She gave him her version of a seductive smile. “Why, I am Zelda, and this is my amazing performing donkey, Clovis.”
“Performing?” Did it sing or dance or bray? Seth shook his head. He probably shouldn’t ask, but… “What does he perform?”
“Everything your heart desires.” The crone leaned in to whisper. “Clovis is well endowed—and well trained. Though today, he is feeling frisky.”
When the woman winked his way, it clicked. His mouth fell open. “He’s…he’s a—”
“My love slave, yes. For your viewing pleasure, he will love me long time. We do show for you now?” She peeked around the corner and caught a flash of his naked ass. “I see you are ready for him to be your love slave, as well. For two hundred more, he will also love you long time, Seth Cooper.”
The gasp be
hind him told him that Heavenly had heard Zelda’s nonsense. What the hell must she be thinking?
“Look, I don’t know who you are or how you know my name, but I didn’t ask you to come here. So you can take your…ass and leave. Right now.”
“No.” She shook her head excitedly. “We are gift. For you. Where can I lay the rubber sheet so we may begin?” She leaned in to whisper. “Clovis, he is virile…but he is messy.”
“What? Oh… No. Fuck no!” Still Zelda didn’t move, just blinked. He raised his gun. “Go. Get lost.”
The donkey brayed loudly. The woman gasped and backed away. “Wait. Don’t shoot! Clovis and I leave.”
“You’re damn right, you will.” He slammed the door and locked it, grabbing his phone from the counter long enough to ensure the gypsy and her four-legged sex act were walking away. Thank god.
When he looked up again, he found Heavenly standing beside his kitchen island, smoothing her skirt, and looking somewhere between self-conscious and shocked. “What was that?”
He grimaced. “Don’t ask.”
But Heavenly wouldn’t let it go. She wrapped her arms about herself and frowned. “Did that woman really mean to…”
“Yeah. Don’t think about her, angel.” When Seth took a step toward her, she held up a hand and backed away warily. Holy crap, did she actually think he had something to do with this? “I didn’t hire her. I’m as shocked as you are. I have no idea who sent that…woman to my door.”
He’d think it was a party prank gone wrong, except Zelda had known his name. It made no sense, unless…
Suddenly, the phone in his hand buzzed. He glanced down to find a text from Beck.
Enjoy, fucker. That’s the only ass you’ll get today.
That fucking son of a bitch. Seth gripped his phone, breathing through his fury and his urge to do violence. So the fucker wanted to play rough? Seth had no problem turning over every goddamn stone to arrange the absolute perfect revenge.