Lucky 7 Brazen Bachelors Contemporary Romance Boxed Set

by Caridad Piñeiro

  His guttural cries spurred her on as did the touch of his hands on her breasts, kneading and teasing the tips.

  She took him in deeper, filling her mouth with him and he pushed up with his hips and cradled her head in his hands, his back arching. The first taste of him coming against her tongue was salty. She shifted and licked it away from the head of his cock before opening her throat and taking him in even deeper.

  His body shook beneath her and he let out a long, rough growl of pleasure.

  “Fuck, Nickie. I can’t hold on, babe. I need you,” he said, slipped his hands beneath her arms and urged her up.

  “Ride me, Nickie. Make me come,” he said, a low needy rumble threaded through his words, much like her fantasy Jase, but this was no dream.

  He was here and he was hers.

  She straddled him and reached down to guide him to her center. The dampness there wet his dick as she positioned him at her core and then drove down urgently, needing him inside as much as he wanted to be there.

  With a rough inhalation, she savored the fullness of him and ground down onto him, rocking from side to side as if to work him even deeper.

  He gripped her hips hard. So hard she knew there would be bruises there later, but she’d welcome those marks. Use them to remember this night until they faded from sight, but the memories of this time together would never fade.

  She rocked her hips, taking him in and out, her pace slow and steady at first, but growing ever wilder and more frantic as they both reached for their release. He met each of her thrusts with his own, rising up to deepen his penetration. Guiding her with those hard hands, his gaze locked on her face. All traces of boyishness gone from his features as he strove for his pleasure and hers.

  The night was soon filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Their rough sighs and murmured cries of desire. The slap of her body against his as she rode him and his gaze dipped from her face to her breasts.

  She remembered his words about how he wanted to watch her tits move as she rode him and her pussy clenched around him with that thought.

  “Christ, that feels amazing, Nickie. You look amazing, riding me,” he said, the tones of his voice low and husky.

  He rose up then and sucked her nipples. He teased the tips with his mouth and teeth until it was no longer possible to hold back her release.

  It came like fireworks on a Fourth of July night, bright, loud, and surprising. Exploding across them with an intense burst of pleasure followed by tinier flares all across their bodies. By the time the last little embers died away, they were both still breathing heavily, as if they’d run for miles.

  Nickie stretched out across him, careful not to break the union with him. Wanting to stay joined as long as she could as she nestled against his chest. He was damp with sweat and so was she, but she knew just how to remedy that situation. But not until a little later.

  She wanted to savor this moment for as long as she could.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and said, “I don’t ever want to move from here.”

  From you, she knew he meant, but he had to go and sooner than either of them might want. Ignoring that troubling reality, she leaned her elbow on his chest and smiled. “If we stay here, you won’t get to find out what else I had in mind for tonight,” she teased.

  *

  Jase offered her a crooked grin, liking this new assertive Nickie, and tapped the tip of her nose playfully. “I’ll be up for whatever you want. Just not for a little while.”

  He was still half-hard inside her and enjoying the feel of her around him and above him. Memorizing every nuance of her to keep with him for when this night was over. That realization stole the last remnants of pleasure, but he forced that worry aside, wanting to focus on the now with all its goodness and of course, with Nickie.

  She must have sensed his thoughts since she said, “I’m glad we finally did this, Jase.”

  He smiled reassuringly and nodded. “I am, too, Nickie. It can only get better from here.”

  She smoothed her hand across his chest which was still sweaty from their lovemaking and the heat of their bodies pressed together. “It would be nice to cool off, don’t you think?” she said and looked toward the ocean.

  Early June and the Atlantic would be more than cool. The water would be downright freezing, but as he met her gaze, and noted the brief hot look she gave him, he realized that she had more in mind than just a quick dip.

  “Is this something else you’ve wanted to do – ”

  “For a very long time. You don’t know how many summers I sat there reading – ”

  “Pretending to read obviously,” he kidded and playfully chucked her under her chin.

  She chuckled and shook her head. “Yeah, I confess. I can’t deny it any more. I was paying more attention to you than to the book.”

  “I’m honored. I know how much you love to read.” He skimmed a finger across the blush of color that came to her cheeks and then trailed it down across her lips. He traced the edge of them with that one finger, over and over.

  “Don’t get all full of yourself, Jase. I did finally read all those novels,” she teased back and kissed the tip of his finger.

  “And I’m glad you did,” he said. Because he knew their time alone was running short and he was totally game for fulfilling her fantasy, he asked, “So are you ready for that swim?”

  She grinned and hopped to her feet. “Last one in has to do what the other one says.”

  She bolted for the water and he scrambled to his feet and raced after her, not that he’d mind losing. So far he’d liked everything she’d asked of him.

  Yeah, I’ve definitely liked it, he thought as his gaze zeroed in on her perfectly-formed ass as she ran in front of him.

  The ocean was smooth as glass tonight and reflected back the bright moon which glittered like diamonds along the surface of the water. Only a few small waves lapped at the shore.

  Nickie rushed headlong into the first few feet of water. She turned and faced him, wrapped her arms around herself, and jumped up and down as she shouted, “Shit, Jase. This water is freezing.”

  Didn’t he know it after years of being a lifeguard?

  But he also knew there was only one way to get past the cold.

  He hurtled toward her and tackled her into the surf, breaking her fall with his body and scooping her up against him as he brought them to the surface.

  “Shit, Jase. Shit, that was cruel,” she said as she pulled her hair back and shivered in his arms from the cold.

  “I warned you it would be cold, babe,” he joked and added, “But there is one way to chase away the chill.”

  She grinned and arched a dark brow. “Just one?”

  He laughed out loud, the sound alive in the early morning. He brought his body flush against hers and cupped the ass he’d been admiring just moments before. The tips of her breasts were tight hard points against his chest and he bent and sucked them into his mouth. They were salty from the sea, but that taste left quickly thanks to the sweetness of Nickie’s skin.

  She wrapped her arms around his head and held him close and the shivers of cold were soon replaced by ripples of desire. Heat built between their bodies at every point of contact.

  He urged her to wrap her legs around him and found her center with his one hand, caressing her and building her passion. Playfully nipping at her breast as he said, “I was the last one in. Tell me what you want, Nickie.”

  “You. All of you, inside me. Now, Jase. Now,” she said and he grasped her ass and positioned her for his entry. He drove in with one sharp thrust.

  Just One Night: Chapter Seven

  Nickie cried out at his rough entry and the almost pleasure-pain it brought.

  She hadn’t realized just how tender she was from their lovemaking, but there was no avoiding that every inch of her body was agonizingly sensitized.

  Thankfully he didn’t move, but let the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean around them slowly carry them upw
ard until the sensations crested and sent waves and waves of pleasure through their bodies.

  He continued to hold her long after and she didn’t let go, keeping him tight to her with her arms and legs and kiss after kiss until it was no longer possible to ignore the frigid water and the first blush of an early summer dawn on the horizon.

  They hurried back to the blanket where she slipped on her cover-up and he tucked the blanket around them to dry and warm their bodies.

  Their hips bumped against each other as they climbed the steps to the boardwalk cutting through the dunes and onto the lawn. At the edge of the flagstone terrace, she stopped and he faced her, a questioning look on his face.

  She cupped his cheeks, rose up on tiptoes and kissed him, her heart swelling and almost bursting at the thought the night was over. That he’d be leaving soon.

  “It’ll be okay, Nickie,” he said and swiped his thumbs across her cheeks and the tears there.

  She hadn’t even realized she was crying.

  With a sniffle and a hesitant smile, she nodded and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “It’ll be okay,” she repeated and laced her fingers with his.

  As they sauntered across the terrace and into the house, the muted sounds of activity came from the kitchen.

  It was probably Rosie, their housekeeper. She raised a finger to her lips, warning Jase to keep silent as they avoided the kitchen, scurried up the steps, and back to her room.

  He tossed away the blanket and she shivered again, this time from the cold of the air conditioning on her damp skin.

  “I need a hot shower,” she said and quickly added, “Will you join me?”

  At his doubtful look, she said, “Just a shower, Jase. A quick one to warm up and wash away the salt.”

  With a quick sexy grin, he said, “Now that’s a promise I wish you wouldn’t keep.”

  “Come on.” She grabbed hold of his hand and hauled him into her bathroom. She shucked off her cover-up and stood by the immense shower stall to get the hot water running through the multiple shower heads.

  “Is this a car wash or a shower?” he teased and nestled behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he waited with her.

  “Very funny, Jase. You’ll thank me when your squeaky clean and deliciously warm.”

  He chuckled and nipped the crook of her shoulder. “I think I’m already getting warm, Nickie.”

  “Yeah, I can tell. I guess Marines can always rise to the occasion,” she teased since despite his earlier comments, he was gradually hardening against the small of her back.

  “Oohrah,” he huffed playfully and rubbed his hips against her.

  Waving her hand through the water spewing from the shower heads, she was satisfied it was hot enough and opened the stall door. Together they stepped beneath the cascade of water and she turned to face Jase.

  “Mmm, that water does feel good. Hot. Wet.” His voice was low as he skimmed his erection back and forth across the slick wetness of her belly.

  “Amazing thing about water. It’s wet,” she kidded.

  He grinned and her insides twisted at that little boy smile, but even as they did, she had to admit to one little problem. “Jase, I’m a little – ”

  “Sore? I’m sorry about that, babe. I know this is all probably too much in just one night.”

  Her heart stuttered painfully and her stomach clenched at his words. She smoothed her hands across his damp shoulders and down his arms to his hands. She twined her fingers with his and said, “Is that all this is or ever will be? Just one night?”

  *

  Jase knew the answer he wanted to give, but didn’t yet trust that she was ready for a full out admission of love. Maybe he wasn’t ready for it either. Or if he was being totally honest with himself, maybe he wasn’t ready in case she decided to reject him.

  “That’s up to you, Nickie,” he said hesitantly.

  She met his gaze, hers suddenly clouded and filled with doubt. She worried her lower lip with her teeth and he leaned forward and kissed that spot. Whispered against her lips, “No regrets, remember?”

  “No regrets,” she whispered back and answered his kiss, opening her mouth to him and accepting his every lick, bite, and taste. Exploring his mouth with hers until he was nearly ready to come just from the pleasure of her kiss.

  He held back his release, wanting just a little more of her to remember for when he was gone.

  Bending, he caressed her breasts and helped himself to the taste and feel of her delicious tits, smiling against them at her urgent cries of need.

  He moved lower, kneeling before her and as his gaze skipped up to hers, there was no doubt about what she wanted.

  He parted her gently, mindful of her tenderness. Softly he brushed a kiss across her clit as the warm water streamed down her body and between her legs.

  She moaned and shifted against him. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and her nails bit into his skin as she held him tight.

  The sharp sting of them made his balls hard and he groaned against her clit from his need.

  She gasped his name and urged him up, parting her thighs as she did so. Guiding him to her and he eased in slowly. Carefully. Stood there joined with her as the water rained down on them and against them. Warmed every inch of their bodies that wasn’t already heated from their caresses.

  He locked his gaze with hers as he braced his hands on the shower stall behind her head. Her long hair was seal black from the wet and plastered against her head and shoulders, exposing her heart-shaped face and long elegant neck. Her expressive hazel eyes were almost cocoa with desire and so alive with everything she was feeling at that moment.

  God, but she’s beautiful and she’s mine, he thought.

  She cradled his cheek and skimmed her thumb against his rough morning beard. “Jase,” she began hesitantly, but then something came over her. He could see it in her features as she plowed on, all doubt gone.

  “I love you, Jase. God, I so love you and if you don’t love me back, please don’t say another word, ‘cause I don’t think I could handle it right now.”

  He dug his fingers through the wet strands of his hair and grinned broadly. “God, Nickie. I love you, too,” he said and emotion overwhelmed control.

  He came inside her, spilling himself deep within and a moment later, her release exploded around him, milking him. Drawing him ever deeper.

  For long moments they stood there, holding onto satisfaction for as long as they could. Forgetting the world around them for as long as they could.

  But as his watch alarm beeped in warning, it was impossible for them to face the inevitable.

  Their one night together was over.

  Just One Night: Chapter Eight

  Nickie leaned against her door, her arms trapped behind her body to keep her from doing something stupid, like begging him not to leave.

  She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying – again – as Jase approached, dressed all in black once more. Leaving her exactly as he’d come to her for their one night together.

  Maybe not exactly. She didn’t think that either of them could ever be the same again after tonight.

  He paused in front of her and started to speak, but then his normally mobile and smiling lips snapped closed and into a harsh thin line.

  She understood.

  What other words could they possibly say to each other? What words could possibly make any difference in what they both knew had to happen that morning?

  She inched higher on her tiptoes and kissed him, a hard and urgent kiss that she hoped communicated all that she was feeling.

  When they broke apart, she sniffled back her tears, scrubbed her face with shaky hands, and offered him a watery smile. She didn’t outright cry, but she couldn’t speak past the tightness in her throat and was thankful that he remained silent as well.

  With a quick, almost curt nod, and another hard urgent kiss, he rushed out the door, leaving her behind to deal with the emotions swirling around in her brain.
Emotions she didn’t have time to fully explore because she knew that she had to be downstairs soon for the big bye-bye breakfast that her parents had planned for the Hart family.

  Only she wasn’t sure she was ready to say goodbye. Not when she’d confessed her love to the man of her dreams. The man of her fantasies who had turned out to be so much more than she ever could have imagined.

  She hurried to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face to keep away another bout of tears. She had no energy or desire to do much with her hair, so with a hurried brushing and a few quick twists she put it up in a messy top knot.

  Ignoring the quick glance of the pale strained face of the woman in the mirror, she rushed back into her bedroom.

  She grabbed the suitcase where she’d carted home her clothes for the weekend, snatched a pair of faded low-rise jeans and panties from it, and put them on. Without much care, she grabbed a bra and a pale blue and white baby doll t-shirt that Tommy had gotten her at the university store just before graduation.

  Fortifying herself with a deep inhalation, she hurried from her room and down to the kitchen. She breezed over to where Rosie was working at the large island peninsula in the middle of the room. Hugging the plump woman who was almost like a second mom, she asked, “Is everyone down for breakfast already?”

  “Everyone’s down and you’re dad is giving Jason a very determined glare. He seems to think Jason is the reason you’re not at the table yet,” Rosie said and glanced back over her shoulder and toward the dining room.

  She plucked a ripe strawberry from the plate Rosie was preparing and earned a lighthearted slap on the hand. “Can’t you wait until you’re sitting down at the table like everyone else?”

  Nickie craned her neck and peered through the doorway to the dining table where her family and Jase’s was gathered and where her chair next to her dad sat conspicuously absent.

  “Why would my dad think that Jase is the reason I’m not there yet?” she asked, dragging a sharp chuckle from Rosie. Her laugh was followed by her hushed whisper as Rosie leaned close and said, “Your dad was up early and came down to make himself some coffee just as I arrived.”