Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  I would like to say he gently laid me onto the bed, but it was more like he flopped me down before careening forward onto my body. “Oompf,” I let out as his heavy body fell onto mine, forcing the breath from my lungs. He lifted immediately from me; his face showing deep concern that he may have hurt me. Just seeing the worry on his face made me chuckle. I placed both hands on the side of his face and pulled his lips to mine, needing to reassure him that I was more than all right.

  Our passionate kiss was so different than just moments ago. It was as if we both wanted to make sure the other knew we felt something a little more than just another quick fling like last night at the bar. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as our hands caressed and slid along each other’s bodies.

  His hands slipped in between us and fumbled to untie my sash. As soon as his hands touched my bare skin, we both moaned as the excitement seemed to surge through us. His hand ran over my breast, his palm lifted, hovering over my tight bud. He pulled from our kiss as if he needed a glimpse of what he was touching. He let out a breath as he mumbled, “So gorgeous.” His eyes closed briefly as if committing it to memory for another painting.

  He moved his body slowly down mine. His mouth captured my nipple, tugging at it with his lips, as his tongue tasted me. I bowed my head back enjoying the sensual experience he was giving me. I thrust my hands through his short hair, attempting to bring him closer to me. Giving me small kisses between both breasts, he pushed aside the silk of my robe from my other breast, while his hand squeezed and kneaded my flesh, continuing to give me amazing pleasure.

  I felt his body slide down further and was just about to glimpse at what he was doing when a wonderful thrill shot through my body. Warm and wet, his tongue slid over the inside of my thigh and I closed my eyes losing myself in a sea of euphoria. Both his hands squeezed my ass tightly as I parted my legs to give him access to what he really wanted.

  His lips pressed right against my mound as his tongue swept over my clit. Moaning, I clutched his head as I lifted my hips needing more. His tongue flicked inside of me then right back to that wondrous spot. Just hearing the sounds of his mouth kissing my most intimate place heightened my enjoyment. I was completely swept away by each small movement of his mouth as his tongue glided over every sensitive area he could find.

  “Ohh,” I moaned as I felt the strong build as the pressure of his muscle swirled over my clit harder and no longer teasing me. His hands to flew to my hips pulling my body tighter to his mouth just as I felt pure exhilaration shoot through my body.

  I inhaled deeply as I felt small sweet kisses around my tender area. That was twice now he gave me pure bliss. I pushed him onto his back as I tugged at his shirt. He helped me lift it up over his head as I gazed at his incredibly lean torso. His hands slowly ran up and down my arms as I continued to explore each ridge my fingers swept over. I bent down and pressed my lips to his soft skin caressing each ridge my lips touched.

  Finally reaching my destination, I breathed in his deep woodsy scent as I bent my head down. My fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans before finally undoing it and tugging at his zipper. Attempting to pull his jeans off, Conner lifted his hips to assist me. My eyes flicked to his and I noticed a devious grin on his mouth. I lunged forward so I could taste his soft lips again. His hand cupped my cheek as his eyes gazed into mine, deepening our kiss.

  I pecked his lips one more time before lowering myself back down his body. I fondled his balls lightly, eliciting a soft groan from him. My hand wrapped around his hard cock as I dipped down to taste him, enjoying his essence. My lips ran up and down the underside of his erection as his hands gripped my shoulders while he moaned.

  Disappointment hit me as Conner’s hands hitched under my arms, pulling me to him. I pouted, wanting to reciprocate what he gave me just moments ago.

  Rolling me onto my back, he hovered over me. His eyes drinking me in as his hand caressed my cheek. I turned my head capturing his thumb and sucked on it lightly, swirling my tongue around it as if letting him know how much more he could have received.

  Bending down, his mouth met mine as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. There was longing and deep desire in his kiss. Everything about him was so different from any lover I’ve had. He was passionate in every movement he made as if every fiber of his being longed to bring me heavenly bliss.

  Pure need surged through me as he glided his cock back and forth in between my center of desire. I watched him swallow as he stopped his movement. Pressing his lips together he lifted his hips slightly, aligning himself right at my entrance. The intensity showed on his face as if he wanted to make sure I would remember this moment forever.

  Staring deep into my eyes he ever so slowly pushed his tip into me. I gasped as he gave a small groan, sliding further into me. Shifting my legs around his waist, I lifted my hips propelling him further inside me. The feeling was exquisite, sending waves of euphoria through me. Touching his forehead to mine, he stared deep into my eyes as his every thrust met mine. Slow and strong, each thrust intensified more than the previous. Kissing me harder, with more passion, his expression captured exactly how I felt. The energy flowing between us was more than I could take. Tears brimmed my eyes and I didn’t bother to wipe them as I noticed his satisfactory smile.

  Our tongues lashed harder as our body rhythm increased. Building higher and higher until we both cried out as pleasure ripped through my body and I tried to gasp for breath. His hips continued to thrust into me as we both began our descent. My tears continued to flow as he captured several with his lips, attempting to calm me with every kiss.

  As he withdrew, he pulled me close to his side, kissing my temple and holding me, as I’ve always wanted to be held. I snuggled into his chest, wrapping my arms around him, wanting to be just as adjoined as we were before. Sighing deeply, he stroked my hair as I pressed my lips to his neck one last time. Enjoying the silence between us, knowing that we didn’t need to say anything to each other, I closed my eyes feeling as if this was exactly where I belonged.

  Chapter Nine

  Angelina

  It was just Lauren, Mitchell and me in the kitchen. I couldn’t stop daydreaming about my amazing night with Conner. Waking up in his arms was more than I could have dreamed of. I tried to think that maybe it was because I was actually waking up with my lover, like I had always wanted to do with Gordon. However, I don’t think that’s what it was. Conner was warm and caring, caressing me with kisses throughout the night and then waking me with more. I still couldn’t believe he was the same man in the bar the other night. The fact that he was both a forceful take-charge, as well as, a romantic caring lover made my heart stir with something more than just lust for him.

  I stared into space as I remembered him mummer that he loves me in his sleep. After just knowing him for two days, I knew it wasn’t possible, but the way he took me throughout the night made me wish it could be true.

  Lauren was working on her laptop, when she suddenly popped her head up and an endearing smile appeared on her face. Following her eyes, my heart stirred with excitement just from laying eyes on him again.

  “Well, it looks like someone stayed out late last night,” Lauren teased Conner as he walked in. I was thankful she obviously hadn’t heard our lovemaking throughout the night. He was wearing sweatpants and I was happy to see he put a shirt on, remembering how I dug my nails into his back last night. That same delicious excitement swept through me as I reminisced the way his hips pressed against mine that caused me to add red marks along his back. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my legs around his waist again.

  Conner ran his fingers through his already mussed hair. Half of his blonde locks were sticking straight up. Between that irresistible look and the scruff on his face, I pressed my legs together trying to contain the thrill that ran through me.

  I glanced away quickly and turned my attention back to Mitchell, who was flinging cheerios out of his bowl with his spoon. I moved
the bowl he was missing a little closer, making him squeal with delight when one finally landed in it. Smiling, I hugged him close and whispered, “Nice job.”

  Trying to ignore the feel of Conner’s eyes on me, I turned and grabbed my glass of juice. The sweet taste of oranges teased my taste buds bringing me back to a romantic kiss between Gordon and me. It was in the kitchen, right after he drank orange juice. The thought of his mouth to mine and his wife and stepson now standing only a few feet away from me made me swallow wrong. Coughing, I slammed the glass down and grabbed Mitchell’s napkin. Conner’s hand started to pummel against my back, attempting to help me.

  Embarrassed, I glanced up to him. His brows pulled together as he asked, “Babe, are you all right?”

  With the napkin covering my mouth as I continued to cough, I nodded rapidly while holding my hand up. He rubbed my back tenderly as he kissed the top of my head.

  “You gotta be more careful. Can’t have you choking, right?” Chuckling, he walked toward the cabinets, passing Lauren on the way.

  Again, I felt like someone was staring at me and I glanced up to see Lauren shooting daggers at me with her eyes. My heart raced as I felt my face redden and I realized it wasn’t just from Lauren’s eyes on me, but also because Gordon had walked into the doorway. Both Lauren and I looked toward her husband as he walked in grimacing, running his hands up and down the cream colored, cable knit sweater he wore.

  I hoped no one heard my breath catch, but seeing him in the sweater he wore the first time he kissed me, caused a rush of memories…the way he tasted, the way he held me, the things he said to me. Then the guilt took over as I replayed being with Conner the past two nights. Had I really broken everything off with Gordon? The last time we spoke he was giving me some sort of warning about his stepson.

  “Does this look all right for the interview today?” he asked as he started toward Lauren, bringing me out of my thoughts. She chuckled and I watched Conner scrunch up his nose as he walked toward the table, setting his bowl right next to my glass.

  “You look like a fisherman, Gordon. You couldn’t find anything else?” Conner teased as he sat down, throwing a sweet grin my way. Then he looked back to his mom and joked, “You married the Gorton’s Fisherman, ma.”

  Lauren chuckled as she shook her head. “I think Conner’s right. It might be a bit much.”

  Gordon gave a half smile at the teasing he was receiving and then pinned his gaze to me. “What do you think Angelina?” Gordon surprised me by asking. Startled, I looked briefly at him and then toward Lauren, feeling my cheeks increase in crimson.

  I shrugged not wanting to really answer. “It seems fine to me,” I said quietly as I glanced back down to pay attention to Mitchell. Conner placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed. Between the look Lauren had just given me, my lover and his step-dad watching me, panic flooded me. I quickly brushed Conner’s hand off me and stood up quickly.

  “I should get Mitchell to school.” I tugged at him as he reached up, silently asking me to carry him.

  “Please make sure that he’s back here by one for the interview,” Lauren called out to me as I hurried out of the kitchen. I felt like all eyes were on me and I wasn’t sure how I felt about either man at that point. I didn’t want to love Gordon anymore, but seeing him again and feeling guilty for having sex with Conner had me completely confused. Do I even love Gordon anymore? Yes. Especially seeing him in that sweater that brought back a flood of memories and sensations. I wanted his warm arms wrapped around me and a sensuous kiss from his lips.

  And then there was Conner. Young, hot, sexy and full of charming wit. The conversations we had in just the past two days were probably more than I ever had with Jacques or Gordon. The sweet, caring way he spoke to me as if he were truly interested in what I had to say left me wanting a deeper relationship with him. I carried Mitchell to the door and helped him slip his sneakers on as I continued to wonder what my true feelings really were for his older brother.

  It seemed to be more than just lust. He makes me laugh and I truly enjoy being around him. I huffed out loud as I realized it’s only been a total of two days, if that.

  “What are you thinking about ‘Lina?” Mitchell questioned me as he tilted his head. His sweet little face made me smile and dismiss my silly thoughts of his brother.

  “I was thinking that we need to get you to school. Ms. Dillon said you’re making a special project for your parents today,” I reminded him and also diverting my attention from my odd love life. I pulled him up to standing as I stood too. Grabbing his little hand, I inhaled deeply as I reached out for the doorknob.

  “Hey wait!” I heard Conner’s anxious voice. Just hearing his tone made me smile and I bit my lip, attempting to contain my excitement. I turned quickly to see laughing deep green eyes. Just seeing the warmth in his eyes caused my heart to flutter as I watched Conner jog toward me. I tried my best not to glance down to the crotch of his sweat pants, but my eyes immediately wandered there, knowing he preferred going without underwear. I shook my head quickly as I flicked my eyes back to his.

  As if he knew my thoughts, he chuckled. His brows perked up seemingly amused by my timid glance. Adorable dimples appeared with his grin and I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

  “I was thinking that after you drop off Mitchell, we could go for some coffee or something?”

  I chuckled as I questioned his intentions, “Or something?”

  The alarm in his eyes was endearing as he stuttered quickly, “I just meant to hang out. Nothing,” he stopped and glanced down at Mitchell before his eyes snapped back to mine and continued, “like that. You know…just, well, just to talk. Maybe.” I tried my best to contain my elation knowing he wanted to spend more time with me and not just to have sex.

  I beamed and nodded my head. “I’d like that.”

  He smiled back at me and then wrapped his hand around my neck, gently pulling me toward him. My breath hitched as his soft lips met mine.

  “Eww! Did you just kiss her?” Mitchell spat out with disgust breaking us from that sweet moment. I rolled my eyes as I shrugged at Conner.

  “Yes. I did. And when you grow up, you’ll realize how awesome girls are.” He glanced at me as he added, “Especially if you find one like Angelina.”

  Blushing, I averted my eyes quickly as I grabbed Mitchell’s hand and turned to leave. “We’ll head out when you get back from dropping him off,” Conner called out to me.

  Butterflies danced in my stomach as I placed Mitchell in his car seat and buckled him up.

  “I like it when you’re smiling, ‘Lina,” Mitchell told me. “Maybe Conner should kiss you more often,” he exclaimed and then giggled. I laughed and ruffled his hair. Maybe he was right. I definitely would not be opposed to that.

  Chapter Ten

  Angelina

  Spending time with Conner, just talking and laughing, was more than I could ever hope for from someone. Just the easygoing nature, his boyish mannerisms were all too endearing and I couldn’t help but have a permanent smile on my face.

  It was time for the interview and I stood in the doorway peering in, just in case Mitchell needed me. I barely heard two words the pretty blonde reporter asked the Winchester family, but my eyes remained focused on Conner. Sitting more upright than when we had coffee earlier, he was still obviously more relaxed than the rest of the family. As if he’d been doing this his whole life.

  Mitchell fidgeting finally tore my gaze from Conner. Lauren clasped his hands tenderly, yet firmly, silently asking him to stop. He looked up sweetly at his mom and nervously smiled. The reporter told Lauren that if Mitchell wishes to go play, he could. She mentioned having a young child of her own and knowing how difficult it is for them to remain still, especially boys. Lauren thanked her and looked over to me. I began to take Mitchell’s hand so I could lead him out as I heard the reporter softly ask, “Is this your nanny for Mitchell?”

  Lauren smiled proudly and nodded her head as I felt my heart beat f
aster wondering why she would ask about me.

  “Would it be possible for her to stay for a moment? Is there someone else who could watch Mitchell for a moment, perhaps?” Lauren had a perplexed look on her face as she told me to ask Mrs. Crowley, the housekeeper, to watch him for a moment. I quickly scooped Mitchell up, my heart beating furiously as I wondered why on earth the reporter would want me in there.

  After speaking with Mrs. Crowley, I hurried back to the living room, where they held the interview. I stopped right at the door unsure if I should just walk back in. I tried not to fidget, like Mitchell, but unsure of why I was asked to return made my palms sweat and my nerves were on high alert.

  Gordon sat next to Lauren, the two of them looking like the epitome of a perfect married couple until I looked a bit closer. Gordon seemed like he was furious as I watched him trying to contain himself. Lauren’s expression turned colder as her eyes darted to mine, as if she were angry with me for some reason. Panic flooded me that she found out about my affair with Gordon. Then I looked to Conner who was sitting slightly off to the side, his eyes flicked over to mine. Some sort of apology was written all over his face and I couldn’t figure out the whole scene as I slowly approached.

  “Ah, Angelina, right?” The beautiful blonde reporter asked me and I forced a smile, knowing how important this interview was to Lauren and her campaign. The reporter sat upright in the flowery paisley print chair, her legs crossed and angled like a professional with notes in her hand to complete the picture. I nodded to her as I slowly entered the room, unsure of what I was walking in to. The urge to turn and run was very strong and I fought it with every step I took.

  She gestured with her hand to the seat next to Conner and smiled. I sat down, careful not to make any further movements or look at anyone.

  “How long have you and Conner been seeing each other?” She asked me with a smile so huge I could see a sparkle dazzle her tooth from the extra lighting for the cameras.