Forbidden Love (Needle's Kiss Book 3)

by Lola Stark

  “With pleasure.” He never took his mouth from mine, so his words were mumbled, the vibration sending a sweet sensation straight down to my core.

  He lifted off the couch with me clung to him like a monkey. He started toward my bedroom, but the knock on the door stopped him dead in his tracks. “Pizza delivery!” We heard from outside my apartment.

  “Damn. Saved by the pizza guy with the plain cheese pizza.” I giggled into Dylan’s neck as I once again slid down his now rigid body.

  I looked down at his crotch and pointedly stated, “Hold that thought!”

  Damn, cockblocked by the pizza guy.

  With that, I ran to the door and swiftly paid the guy for Dylan’s boring pizza and headed back to drop it in the kitchen. We wouldn’t be eating any time soon. I had better things planned for dinnertime.

  “I hope you like cold pizza,” I said in a low, sultry voice. “We’re gonna be a while.” I walked back to where I had left Dylan standing and dropped to my knees, his low-slung jeans tented in front of my face. I pulled at the buttons while Dylan looked down at me, his eyes hooded with want.

  “Mhmm,” I murmured, sliding my hand up and down his rock hard cock. His hips bucked at the feeling of my hands on him, which only spurred me on ever more.

  “Jesus Christ, sugar,” he cried out when I took his full length in my mouth, letting the head of his erection hit the back of my throat. I looked up at his face through my thick lashes, pulling my head back and ever so slowly pushing forward again. His knees locked up and his hand fell gently to my hair, pulling it back out of my face.

  I set my speed and moved my head back and forth until Dylan was writhing under me. Bringing my hands up off my thighs, I gripped his hips and pulled them in time with my head, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. I was becoming more and more turned on by the second. Hearing his groans prompted by me, there was something exceptionally sexy about being able to bring a man to his knees.

  “Fuu—Haven. I’m gonna come,” Dylan cried out, gripping my hair tighter and sending a jolt of electricity though my body. I reached under him and pressed down on the spot between his balls and bum, with just enough pressure that his eyes went wide and he exploded in my mouth instantly.

  “Holy hell!” He groaned loudly, his voice deep while his eyes closed as he pumped his hips, letting me have all of him.

  Once he started to come back to earth, I pulled back, making a popping sound with my mouth as his cock came free from the suction my mouth had created.

  I moved back on my haunches and stood up in front of him. His cock still half hard poking out toward me, his jeans in a pile around his feet and his head tipped lazily to his chest.

  “What was that?” Dylan asked, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against his body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing still labored from being worked up.

  “That was tasty.” I smiled up at him teasingly. Dylan’s cum wasn’t salty and gross. It was actually sweet and fairly tasteless, which I was most happy about.

  “You’re tasty, sugar. That was something else. Damn!” He held me tighter to him and kissed me deep and hard, leaving me breathless. When he pulled back, he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip and told me in a sultry voice, “My cum on your lips is damn sexy, darlin’.” Pizza completely forgotten, Dylan lifted me up and shuffled to the bed lying me down and returning the favor plus some. “Your turn.”

  We eventually fell asleep completely exhausted and sans dinner or a movie.

  Jude

  “Shut that fucking hole in your face!” I growled at the guy belittling his girlfriend at the table over from mine. After Haven had ripped my heart out and dumped it in a garbage disposal, I’d taken to the only place I knew would ease my soul. Jimmy’s Bar. Two hours and a half a bottle of Jack Daniels later, I was snapping and snarling at everything in sight.

  “What the fuck is it to you, cocksucker?” the prick threw over his shoulder.

  “That your lady?” I asked, already knowing the answer. He looked down at the younger girl with a nastiness I’d only seen in men who liked to hit women.

  “She’s a fuckin slut. You want her? She’ll lay on the table and spread her legs for a few bucks,” he joked distastefully. “Matter fact, she’d probably suck ya cock for less, the dirty whore.” The vile words that came out of his mouth made me feel sick to my stomach. How could anyone treat another person like that? Let alone somebody they had a chance at being with. The slight girl looked down at her feet sucking back the tears that threatened to spill over from her eyes.

  I stood up quickly, knocking my chair over. With one swift movement, I had the assholes shirt in my fist and my face millimeters from his. “You like treating women like trash? Bet you hit her too. Does it make you feel like a big strong man putting your hands on her? Talking down to her and making her feel worthless?” I wasn’t about to hit him first, but I was wild enough that I might just push him until he took a swing. Out the corner of my eye, I saw the young girl grab her bag and make a run for the door. Satisfied she was out of harm’s way, I gave the guy in front of me a glare that would have made most cringe away.

  “Bitch ain’t worth talking sweet to. She’s nothing. Now take your goddamn filthy hands of me, fuckface,” he spat, shoving me and taking a swing. His podgy hand connected with my mouth, drawing a tiny bit of blood. I licked my lip and growled low and menacing.

  “You talk to your momma with that mouth?” I asked, my alcohol-affected senses a little slower than normal.

  “My momma was a slut. Just like yours was when she screamed for my cock.” His voice was hateful, his face a screwed-up mess of scars, sores and dirt.

  I pulled my balled-up hand back and let it go full force on his nose.

  “You…” I swung again, a satisfying crunch of breaking bones sounded under my fist. “Don’t…” Again this time, connecting with his teeth, driving them directly into my knuckles. “Talk about…” Laying into him, I pronounced every word with another hit to the face. “My momma, asshole!” The last blow knocked him out cold. Blood dripping from my hand, I dropped him on his ass. The scumbag flopped to the floor like a rag doll and Jimmy arrived at my side. I could barely hear his voice over the commotion, but I managed to catch him telling me to get my ass to the backroom and wait there.

  Figuring I couldn’t drive and there was more chance of running into a cop than a cab at that time of night, I swiped my jacket from the back of my chair and scooped up the bottle of whisky on my way past.

  Once in the back room, which also doubled as Jimmy’s office, I slumped down on the leather sofa and took a long swig of the magic amber liquid in my hand.

  “What the hell you doing, Jude?” Trip slammed the door behind him and strolled over to me. “You trying to screw Jimmy over by fighting in his bar now?”

  “Fuck off.” Was all I had for Trip for the moment. I knew just as well as the next person that I’d royally screwed up and lost Haven, but still, I was human and he looked like a good person to blame.

  “Get your head outta your ass, brother, and start with explaining why I’m here instead of at home loving on my wife?” Trip probably couldn’t have said anything more to annoy me. He had a wife. He had a family, had somebody who loved him. I dropped the bottle from my hand and stood up, charging at him with all I had left. My limbs sluggish and uncooperative.

  “Hey!” he cried out when I collided with him. Knocking us both to the ground, the wrestling match ensued. I could take Trip out on my worst day, but today wasn’t just my worst day. It was beyond that. A few minutes of rolling around on the ground, me trying to get at him and him trying to push me away, I was unceremoniously grabbed by the back of the shirt and thrown at the wall.

  “No!” Mace roared. I had been so hell bent on hurting somebody, I hadn’t even heard him come in. I dropped my head back to the wall behind me, breathing heavily. I could feel my nostrils flaring and figured I looked something akin to a busted-up bull, by swinging my
dick around hoping to slap somebody in the face with it. Short of screaming, ‘I am man hear me roar,’ I was playing the perfect part of a dumbass caveman. And I didn’t particularly give a flying rat’s ass either.

  “Fuck this shit. I’m outta here,” I sneered with distaste. Mace and Trip were the last two people I wanted to see. I pushed off the wall and made for the door. Whisky bottle and jacket forgotten about.

  “You ain’t going anywhere. Sit your drunk ass down.” Mace left no room for discussion and moved to block the doorway with his larger-than-mine frame. I realized I had no energy left and I started to deflate.

  “I don’t got shit to say to either of you two bastards,” I shot out, walking over to the small single sink that butted up against the back wall. As quickly as I could, I rinsed off my bloody knuckles and grabbed a handful of paper towels to dry them.

  “Jude.” Mace’s voice had lost its fierce unmovable anger and held a gentler tone. “This isn’t you. What the hell, brother?”

  “What the fuck do you care? You’ve been acting like I’m dead for the last three fucking months,” I jeered at him. “You don’t give a fuck. You’re busy being fucking happy. Both of you. Telling everyone they can’t have what you have. Telling me I’m not worth shit. Well guess what, asshole, I’m not. That what you wanted to hear?” I took a deep breath and flicked my busted hand, trying aimlessly to stop the throb. “Now get out of my way and let me stay out of yours.”

  Hostile wasn’t the word for how I was feeling. Small, defeated, worthless and more than sorry for myself was more accurate. Simply put, I felt alone.

  “Hear me out. You don’t like what I have to say, then you can go.” Jude crossed his arms over his chest and looked directly at me. His eyes bore into mine, waiting for me to argue.

  “May as well. Won’t be anything I haven’t already heard,” I hissed.

  “I’m sorry.” He implored with a strong steady voice. “I’m sorry, Jude. I had no right to be angry with you. I see now you loved her.” He took a stuttered breath and cleared his throat. “I was more hurt that you kept it from me. She’s my baby sister. It’s kind of like your kid dating. I overreacted, and by the time I realized, it was already too late. Or so I thought.” He dropped his hands by his side and continued, “You’re my family. She’s my family. I love you both and I won’t stand in the way of that now. I was wrong.”

  “Fuck me.” I dragged my hands down my face and held back the emotion that was bubbling to the surface. Trip stood off to the side leaning against the desk, a look of confusion on his face.

  “I’ll leave you two—” Trip’s words were cut short by my own.

  “Too little too fucking late. She’s done with me. I didn’t fight when I had the chance and she’s done. She’s in love with that cocky motherfucking cowboy.” I dropped my head down and stared at the blood drops on my boots.

  “Don’t assume, Jude,” Mace argued back.

  “I’m not assuming. I went to see her. I told her I won’t stop loving her and she shut me down. She may as well have slapped me in the face with his dick.” I raised my head, conveying what I couldn’t put into words.

  “That only leaves one thing to do then.” Mace frowned. The room stayed silent for a moment while he walked to the rows of storage shelves and picked up two bottles of whisky.

  “We get fucking wasted and try to forget.” Throwing a few notes on Jimmy’s desk, he walked out the office door and into the pub. Trip and I following behind as he bee lined for the parking lot.

  Haven

  “Morning sugar.” Dylan’s rasping morning voice had my lips turning up at the ends. I buried my face deeper into the pillow and moaned at the feeling of his hands running slowly up and down the backs of my legs.

  “Waking up with you is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.” He nestled his nose into the side of my neck and ran his hand higher onto my bottom.

  “I’m really okay with this waking up thing myself.” I smiled still not moving for laying facedown on the bed.

  One finger teased the edge of my panties while he dropped little kisses over my shoulder. My hips rose slightly, inviting him to stop teasing and get to the place I wanted him.

  “So impatient,” he mumbled teasingly against my skin. A sharp intake of breath was all I could answer with as he slid one finger under the small layer of lace that was my underwear, and slipped it inside of me.

  “I think I could happily tease you all morning.” His finger moved torturously slowly in and out, briefly stopping to rub my arousal over my clit, then sliding back inside.

  “Dylan… don’t be mean.” I moaned breathlessly. Another finger joined the first as he moved his mouth lower down my back, never once straying from his mischievous hand action.

  “What do you want, sugar?” He dragged his teeth gently over the top of my panties and pulled them down slightly. His fingers matching his lazy, slow pace.

  “I want you. I want all of you.” I told him, arching my hips back and forth, trying to relieve the heat building between my legs.

  “You’ve got all of me, Haven,” he replied in earnest. “You’ll always have everything I have left to give.” His words were sweet and honest, leaving no room for question. Dylan would love me until he was no longer able. He pulled his finger away and removed my lace boy shorts.

  “Oh, Dylan,” I groaned when he shifted to kneel between my legs. “Please,” I begged when he leaned down, nibbling on my bum cheek. His hand glided down to my aching clit.

  Ever so gently, he lifted my hips up until I had my bottom in the air and my face nestled into the pillow. Within seconds, his mouth was on me. Lapping and sucking all my needy spots. His thumb flicked tenderly over that bundle of nerves until I was all but grinding on his face.

  “You’re going to make me come. Holy— oh!” I cried out when he darted his tongue inside of me. I could feel the world getting smaller as the wave of pleasure came down on me. Dylan flicked his thumb in a circle once more and I screamed out in ecstasy.

  “Dylan! Oh, my God!” I keened. “Oh!” He suckled harder and gently let go. Pulling back, he held my hips in the air and moved closer behind me, rubbing the head of his dick against my throbbing pussy.

  “Is that what you were hoping to wake up to?” he asked, while he pushed inside, filling me perfectly. I gripped the pillow under my face and moaned loud and long. I couldn’t imagine being woken up in any other way. Dylan was spoiling me to the point I’d be ruined without him. He’d set a different side of me on fire. A side I didn’t know existed.

  With Dylan, I found I was softer. I was tender, and wanted to be just as gentle with him as he was with me. I didn’t have the cravings for hard and raw, like I once had with Jude. It was as if that part faded away when he did.

  My hips moved in time with his, our sweat-slicked bodies gliding against one another. His mouth descended against my neck as his movement become frenzied and my release drew closer still. He gasped and gripped my hips tighter, coming inside me as having every last piece of him pushed me over the edge and into paradise.

  “You’re so beautiful. It almost hurts to look at you, darlin’,” Dylan crooned against my ear. “I love seeing you with a glow like this. And it makes me happy to know I put it there.” My responding smile, along with a hum of satisfaction was all I could muster. I was happily spent and the day hadn’t even started. Lying tangled on top of the blue sheets, we caught our breath as we stared out the window, watching the sun turn the darkened sky bright.

  “What do you want to do today, sugar?” Dylan asked me between kisses while I ran my fingers gently up and down his stomach.

  “Whatever you want to do. I don’t care, so long as you’re there, I’m happy,” I told him, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks. Our little bubble was full of so many sweet words and loving actions that I didn’t realize how cheesy I might be sounding at times.

  “I can’t imagine anything better than spending my time with you and your beautiful f
ace.” Dylan moved his lips from one pink cheek to the other, kissing away my worries.

  I was feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, and even knowing I wouldn’t have him forever, I chose to pretend our reality was absent of the sadness that came with his illness.

  He moved to get up, my body unyielding to his advances of leaving our nest. “No,” I whined, “not quite yet. Let’s just lay here for a few more minutes. Then we can get our day started.”

  Dylan settled back against the headboard, pulling me to his chest once again. “Sugar, if you want to never leave this bed again, that would be fine by me.” He smiled down at my upturned face and kissed my nose. “But, we do have to eat.”

  The rest of our day was filled with so many smiles and loving moments. A touch here, a kiss there. We found our way out of bed mid-morning and headed to the local coffee shop. We held hands, well, pinkies anyway, and chatted in line with the older couple in front of us.

  They had been married fifty-five years and loved each other more every day. It was beautiful and sad knowing Dylan and I would never have that, but I refused to let it get me down. I had the now.

  Later, we shared movies and tickles in bed. Laughter, which I hadn’t heard come from my own mouth in many years, bubbled to the surface. Dylan had me cracking up at his corny jokes and silly impressions. He was showing me the sweetness I had been missing. We didn’t have to hide. We weren’t keeping our love a secret; we were showing anyone who cared to see just how much we loved each other. And it was glorious.

  Jude

  I rolled out of bed and made a beeline for the bathroom, hoping to rid myself of the cottonmouth that only came from another night of whiskey before bed.

  For months, I’d watched from a far as Haven and her cowboy publicly flaunted their relationship. She smiled almost all of the time. I rarely saw her without him and never had I seen a moment where she wasn’t shining with contentment.

  It had been a solid sixty-eight days since she’d told me she loved him. Since I’d gone back to Mace’s house and spilled my guts. Sixty-eight torturous days since I wanted to believe she didn’t really love him but, and try as I might, I hadn’t seen an instant where their relationship and feelings weren’t clear. I wanted to keep the hope alive that someday she’d come back to me, but it was fading, fast. She loved him. She was joyful and I was drowning every night in amber liquid. As soon as the boys were asleep, I was pouring a whiskey on the rocks and sitting in the darkness of my room. Going over how I could have changed things and how I wanted to be the bigger person and say it didn’t matter so long as she was happy. I’d be lying though. I liked that she was happy, but I would have much preferred she be happy with me.