Wicked Temptation

by Linda Verji

  "Oooh," their twin groans mingled at the delicious contact. She threw her head back against his shoulder and reached behind her to grip his jeans as she ground harder into him. "Aaah… damn."

  Granted, he loved the erotic twirls of her ass against his groin but it wasn't enough. Not even close to enough. Reaching for his zipper with one hand, he smoothed his other hand around her hips inexorably headed to her pussy.

  He found her hot, wet and oh, so ready.

  "Daaanny." Her cries echoed in the room when he ran his fingers over her labia. They were so loud they drowned out the hiss of his zipper. They got even louder when he fitted his digits into the space between her labia, scooped up her honey and spread it along her slit. "Oh, Je- oooh. Aiiii."

  "Damn," he growled, marveling at her sweet cries, at how wet she was. She was dripping, soaking his fingers with each stroke he gave her.

  He spanked her pussy, drawing a squeal from her. "Aaah… ooh."

  It only made him harder; so hard he was afraid his dick might break as he released it from its cage. It smacked against her ass, coating her brown skin with his precum.

  "Aaah," he groaned when one of her twirls settled his rod right between the voluptuous cheeks. Yeeesss. It felt so good to have her flesh surrounding him like that. It was as if he'd died and gone to heaven. But he knew somewhere that would feel even better.

  He pushed a finger into her tightness.

  "Oh - there, right there." She released a gush of breath as she widened her stance to give him more space. "Oh… my- yes."

  He added a second finger.

  "Mmm mmm." Her eyes snapped closed as she trembled and dug her fingers into his arms. Her walls clasped around him, enclosed him, sucked him into her, rippled as he tormented her with slow probing strokes. "Aiii…. Danny, please."

  "Please what?" he growled as he held her plastered to him with one hand on her tummy while the other pumped in and out of her.

  "Please," she moaned, arching into his touch.

  He licked her ear and pushed his fingers deeper in. "Tell me what you want."

  "Fuck me." The rasped, erotic words were music to his ears. In quick smooth moves he changed their positions; her facing the couch, holding onto its back and bent over. Jesus. The view. His gaze was riveted by her weeping pussy and the way it winked so temptingly, calling him. He stripped out of his jeans, loafers and socks in record time.

  Misha had never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted Danny right now. She was so hungry for him that her thighs were actually trembling. Why the hell wasn't he inside her already? She turned her head and started to straighten, her intention to help him strip if that's what it took to get him moving. But even before she'd completed the movement he was urging her back to bent position with a firm hand on her spine.

  Then she felt it.

  That hard pressure of him pushing into her most secret of places.

  Her lips parted in a silent scream as he started to split her. She clung tightly to the couch's back as his hot flesh forced her walls apart, compelled her to take him.

  Pressure. Pain. Pleasure.

  She wasn't even sure what she was feeling only that she wanted more of it. She turned her head, locked her eyes with his glassy, lust filled ones and silently begged for more.

  And more he gave her.

  He locked his fingers around her thigh, lifted her leg and urged her to set it on the back of the couch. Oh. My. She was so open to him she could feel every inch, every vein of his marauding cock as he pushed into her.

  "Fuck." His growl fired her passion, agitated her senses even as his slick rod rammed into her.

  "There," she whimpered when he bottomed out in her. Damn, he felt good. She felt so full, brimming with him and she never wanted it to end. "Right there."

  Then he started to move; drew out slowly before slamming into her. Oooh. He pulled back a little then smashed forward again in a long, hard stroke that drained the air right out of her lungs. Her being curled, tightened, screamed for him to do it again. He plunged back in.

  Oooh. Long strokes that had her creaming all over his length. Hard strokes that had her squeezing her core around him. He was so thick, she could feel him brushing along her walls and tormenting the nerves there. He gripped her ass spread her cheeks so he could push in even deeper. She screamed his name as he fucked her hard. "Danny."

  This man was killing her.

  And death had never seemed as sweet.

  She wanted more. She wanted all of it. All of him. The tender, protective side that he'd shown her time and time again, and this primitive, forceful animalistic side of him that seemed determined to consume her.

  "Fuuu… aaah… sss." Gasping in pleasure, she threw her ass to meet his forward stroke. Their moans mingled with the sound of his groin slapping against her ass and his balls smacking against her folds with every vigorous stroke. The sounds of their passion, the feel of him inside her, the thrilled pleasure winding through the rest of her body… it was all too much.

  She stiffened and clamped around him as her whole body tightened with impending release. His strokes shortened, became faster as he thickened inside her in preparation for his own orgasm. And still he drove on, like a man who knew a cliff was ahead but refused to stop. His panting breaths matched hers as he slid in, slid out, pushed her closer and closer and closer…

  She shrieked as her orgasm ripped through her. The explosion flared hotly, brilliantly then imploded, scorching her senses. So intense was her release, her knees buckled under her but he was there to hold her up, to keep her standing. He thrust deeply into her as he too sought his release.

  One thrust. Two. Three.

  His grunt mingled with her whimpers as he reached his own peak. He bent forward, blowing hot breaths on her shoulder, as he came down from his high.

  Misha wasn't sure how he found the strength to walk them from the back of the couch to collapse on to it. Her heart racing wildly and her breathing unsteady, she settled over his body with her cheek resting on his shoulder. His arms banded around her holding her closely as he drew in long, slow breaths. Slowly the adrenalin drained away leaving Misha feeling deliciously sated and weary. She sighed as she drifted in the golden glow of pleasure and happiness.

  This interlude had been about a lot of things. About passion, about possession, about acceptance, about promise, about devotion, about… love. She knew how hard it'd been for Danny to accept that she wasn't going to live the sheltered, safe life that he wanted for her. And she appreciated his concession more than she could express in words. She marveled at how willing he had been to open up to her about his feelings even when she rejected him at every turn. Not everyone would've been that patient, that giving. What a man she'd been blessed with.

  She lifted her head slightly and pressed as kiss to his bare shoulder. "I love you."

  "I love you too," he whispered as their gazes locked. His lips lifted in that charming smile that always set her heart fluttering like a wild bird before he curved his arm over her neck and drew her down for a slow, tender kiss that seared straight to her heart.

  Yes, she loved him.

  Thank goodness forever was a long time because she planned to love him for all of it.

  EPILOGUE

  Montgomery, Alabama

  Three months later

  It was not looking good for their team.

  The Vaughn-Alexander-Hollis team was tied fourteen to fourteen with the Ruxton-Hongs, and the Ruxton-Hongs' defense wasn't letting up. Misha chewed nervously on her lip as the players streaked past them, their grey and light-blue t-shirts marking their respective teams.

  "You got this, London." Shakira cheered her best-friend, the five-foot nothing spitfire who was currently the quarterback for their team. Considering, that she was eight-months pregnant. Shakira should've been seated. Instead she was practically bouncing on her toes as she clung to the back of Misha's grey t-shirt and cheered.

  A distracted smile on his face, Samuel, Femi and Aiko's f
ather and Misha's maternal uncle, watched the antics on and off field from his vantage position on the lawn chair next to them. Seraphina and Femi's youngest, Mookie, were kneeling on the grass beside the two women, their attention also raptly fixed on the ongoing match. Like Misha, Shakira and Samuel, the little ones were wearing the team t-shirts; gray with their family name embossed at the back.

  Misha had come through spectacularly for their team. One month into officially dating Danny she'd discovered that she wouldn't be able to play for their team. Afraid of Femi's wrath, she'd set about recruiting replacements for their team. Fortunately, all the Hollis brothers were free as were Shakira and London.

  Because of Misha their playing team was thirteen strong and third in line for the Washington Cup. If they won this game they could push the Mann-Brown-Leanzas out of number two to tie with the Ruxton-Hongs on the scoreboard, and, for the first time in two decades place themselves in prime position to take the cup.

  Femi's eleven year-old son, Jayceon, yelled out, "We need this one, London."

  On-field London was looking frustrated and shaky as she lined up for her snap. She'd been chosen as quarterback because even though she was the shortest in their team, she was also the fastest and slipperiest. Unfortunately, football was all about the team, and some of their team members hadn't been pulling their weight.

  The only reason they were even with the Ruxton-Hongs was because of Danny. He'd been pulling double his weight, and scoring left, right and center. If the rest of the team didn't put some pep in their step, Misha would march on-field and slap somebody. They were tiring out her man.

  Misha's glance swept past the other players in search of him. She found him on the far left side of the field. Despite the sweat beaded on his forehead, he looked far from tired. His expression intent, he was watching London with his foot forward as if prepping to sprint.

  "Go, baby," Misha screamed at him, drawing his attention. He smiled and waved at her.

  "Yeah, baby, go," Eddy Hong who was in the blue team-t-shirt mimicked her with laughter

  "Don't play with me, Eddy," She threatened him with a narrow-eyed look. "I will slap you in the teeth."

  "Yes, Ma'am," The sallow-skinned young man backed away with a chuckle. Misha's eyes narrowed as her gaze followed him. Ma'am. That boy might have the legendary Asian forever-young gene but she had first hand information that he was at least twenty-four. In what world was she his ma'am.

  "Nkt." Misha turned her attention back to the field. London gave each of their players a telling look before she went under Aiko and began her count.

  One. Two.

  The play began.

  Aiko snapped back to London. London caught the ball and set her foot as her gaze roved the field looking at what she had. Aiko started on a button hook route likely hoping to catch the pass. Unfortunately, the Ruxton-Hongs caught on fast and Carl Ruxton pursued her hard. Aiko was a no go. London turned her attention to Will, Femi's oldest son. He was flanked by the Hong twins. Another no go. Nathan was floundering to the right with Jules Ruxton sticking to him like a fly. Danny? Hell. The Ruxton-Hongs had learnt their lesson from his previous touchdowns and now had three defenders on him.

  Damn it. Misha pressed her hand to her throat, her heart pounding hard as she watched London ponder over their team's dilemma. On field, London turned panicked eyes towards the rest of the field. Femi was heavily flanked as was her husband, Lewis. But Zeke… well, he was sort of open - if London could throw the ball over the heads of all the people between her and him.

  London stepped forward and threw the ball.

  "Hail Mary," Shakira prayed, her fingers digging into Misha's back as the ball sailed towards Zeke.

  "Catch it, Zekey. Catch it." Misha cupped her hand over her mouth. She felt like a gambler who was praying for her number to come up.

  The ball flew, flew… It looked like Zeke was going to catch it. He was going to catch it… there it was… there it was… he was reaching for it… catching it….

  "Oooh." Their whole team deflated in a disappointed groan as the normally sure-handed Zeke hobbled the throw and let the ball slip free of his grasp. The Ruxton-Hongs' cheering squad erupted in a roar of cheers on the sidelines, as on-field Zeke scrambled to cover the ball. However, just as he got it, two members of the opposing team piled on him in a storm of blue.

  Even though one of the Ruxton-Hongs atop Zeke was Aunt Keisha Hong there was no elegance to the pile on. This was a Washington game; gender or getting injured didn't matter. Only winning.

  The Ruxton-Hongs jumped around and laughed, all pumped as they headed to the sidelines for a quick team meeting. The Vaughn-Alexander-Hollises were a more dejected lot. Their expressions were a mix of angry, frustrated and disappointed as they trudged droop-shouldered toward Misha and the rest of their team.

  "Dude." London elbowed Zeke as they came to a stop on the sidelines. "What were you doing out there? You got grease on your hands or something?"

  Zeke glared at her. "Maybe if you learnt how to throw better-"

  "Guys, guys, guys," Lewis barked. "Can we stop already? We haven't lost yet. We still have three minutes to get it together."

  He drew them into a huddle and started giving instructions. Danny's caught Misha's eyes, winked and gave her such a smoldering smile she almost forgot that they were being thrashed on field, before he lowered his head to listen to Lewis.

  Misha smiled.

  God, she loved the man.

  In the last three months she'd learnt exactly what it meant to love and be loved. Every day with Danny was a new day filled with passion, love and so much devotion. He'd supported her unfailingly through her group-counseling experience. She was still a member of the group but these days she felt much lighter, less burdened. She still thought of her brother and parents, but these days the grief wasn't all consuming and certainly not debilitating. They'd always be in her heart but their deaths were now a source of motivation to live life to the fullest - not a reason quit living

  Danny had supported through her search for a new identity after quitting her job. NTN had been willing to give her back her crime-beat desk. However, she felt like she needed less of a leash. At NTN she was beholden to her editor and could only follow up on stories they approved of. On her own, she had free rein to pursue cases to her heart's content. To that end she'd decided to open her own detective agency.

  Alexander P.I.

  The agency was still new but her role in bringing Bradley Wilde to justice had started her off on excellent footing. Just last week, she'd been involved in tracking down a painting that had been stolen from one of the city's premier galleries.

  The Wildes? Well, Bradley's case was still being dragged through the justice system. Katherine and Richard were still together, though they'd both retired from the public eye after Richard's nomination had fallen through.

  After Richard's betrayal, Pip was out for blood. Last Misha had heard he was peddling a tell-all book. If the Wildes didn't squash it, Misha would make sure she was first in line at the bookshop on the book's launch day. Yeah, she was nosy like that. As for Lauren; Misha had spoken to her last week, and she was back in Helena enjoying a new life as a museum curator.

  In Danny, Misha also found a new family. She'd always been close to his brothers but now that she was officially part of the family it seemed the relationship was even closer. In Shakira and London, she'd found girlfriends who were closer to home than Aiko was.

  Misha had even had dinner with Danny's mother, Edya. Misha was kind of disappointed that Edya hadn't offered her money to leave Danny like she had Shakira. It’s not that she would've taken it - but a girl liked to be asked. This is what happened when you married the charming brother of the family.

  Misha shook her head as she watched Danny listening to Lewis describing their next play. Danny had somehow convinced Edya that Misha was perfect for him, and though Edya wasn't exactly Mrs. Warmth, she hadn't lifted a finger to interfere in their relationship.


  "Okay, everyone got it?" Lewis asked once he was done with his speech. Everyone nodded. "Good let's take them out."

  "Yeah." The pumped up team headed back to the field.

  Except for Danny. He hung back to plant a hard kiss on Misha's lips before he trotted off.

  "Yo, get a room," Eddy Hong shouted at the retreating Danny.

  "Boy." Misha made a threatening step at the young man and he took off with laughter. She turned to the field, a smile creasing her face as she touched her fingers to her lips.

  "Danny and Misha sitting in a tree-" Shakira laughingly teased. Her laughter faded as the teams took their positions once more.

  Everyone held their silence as London stood behind Aiko with her hands between the other woman's legs ready to get the snap.

  One. Two.

  Aiko snapped it to London then blocked as London took a step back. Once London had reloaded, Aiko took off racing down the side line with Carl Ruxton at her back. London spun the ball, looked left as if watching Aiko. When a good number of the Ruxton-Hongs took off towards Aiko, she turned and sent the ball towards Lewis instead. Lewis caught it easily and passed it to Nathan. Nathan threw it to Will. Will to Femi. Femi to Zeke. Zeke tucked it in his arm and ran like he was being chased by a legion of demons.

  "Go. Go. Go," Misha, Shakira, Jayceon, Seraphina and Mookie cheered him on.

  Zeke raced on with the opposing team pounding determinedly after him. He faked. He feinted left, took off to the right. Misha was so nervous it felt like her heart might burst out of her chest if they took him down. With a deft spin, Zeke dodged a tackle by Ashley Ruxton. He turned his head searching the field for someone who was open and found Danny. Zeke's expression tautened in concentration as he focused on Danny.

  Pass it, Misha screamed inwardly. Come on, pass it.

  Zeke stepped up, planted his front foot, cocked his arm and threw.