“Oh God,” I groan into his throat. “Fuck.” I forgot how big he is, how good he feels. The memory floods me violently. “Oh, Kian.”
His short, sharp breaths tell me that my touch is doing it for him, so I run my hand up and down him, absolutely loving the sound that flies from his lips as I do. He’s needy, he’s desperate, he’s mine. I want to take that one step further, and judging by the wetness inside my mouth my whole body is utterly desperate for a taste of him.
I pull my hand away from him, smiling as Kian protests, until I drop to my knees with a thud in front of him, silencing him completely.
I keep my eyes fixed upon Kian as I pull his trousers down and get rid of his boxers too. It was fine to touch him underneath the material with just my hands, but now I need him springing free and standing to attention. As his cock falls from his pants, I inhale deeply, squirming as the sexy, masculine scent of him fills my nostrils.
I take his shaft in one hand and run gentle kisses up and down him for a moment. It quickly becomes obvious that he likes my mouth near his tip, so I remain there for a few seconds, brushing my lips against him, tickling him with my breath, and eventually flickering my tongue over him as if he’s an ice cream that I just can’t get enough of.
“Oh fuck,” he moans while lolling his head to one side in sheer ecstasy. He looks so damn sexy like that. “Tia, your mouth… it’s amazing. You have no fucking idea.”
I move my whole head closer and part my lips. Kian rests his cock on my tongue, begging for entrance. His tense thighs are almost shuddering as he waits, and I can’t help but love the power this gives me over him. I love having control over this big, beautiful man, it reminds me that after everything we’ve been through he’s finally mine. Then I open my mouth wider and I slide him down as far as I can manage, until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I can taste him back there, and it feels damn good.
“Shit, Tia.” Kian’s hands knot up into my hair. He tugs my head slightly, pulling me back. I let him control my movements but only for a second. I need him to remember that I’m the powerful one here. I’m the one in command. “Oh God.”
I drag my mouth back to his tip, flicking my tongue the entire way. He tastes delicious, sweet and salty all at once, making my heart beat faster. My panties soak, I can feel them dampen with every movement. Anticipation races through my body at the thought of him touching me too… but I’m not ready for that yet, I’m too busy enjoying myself.
This time as I push my lips down to his base, I use my spare hand to cup his balls. This isn’t something that I’ve ever one before, but in the heat of the moment it just feels right. There’s something about Kian and the way that he looks at me as if I’m the most desirable woman on the planet that makes me feel brave. It unleashes a primal animal within me which I absolutely love. I enjoy being wicked and naughty, it’s exciting to learn new things about myself, it just makes me want to open up more and more.
I massage his balls as Kian starts to lose control. He can’t help but guide my head up and down him fast and furious which creates an exciting friction against my lips. I love the burning sensation, it’s just further proof that according to Kian, I’m sexy as fuck.
“Oh fuck, stop,” he eventually spits out, pulling my head away. “Stop it, I can’t take it anymore. You’re driving me insane. I can’t… you’re going to make me lose it too soon.”
He tugs my mouth away and places his hands flat against the wall behind him as he tries to catch his breath. I’m disappointed because I was enjoying myself, but also happy. I cannot wait to feel him inside of me and if he’d finished too soon then I would have been left one very frustrated woman. Dissatisfied and needy as hell.
While I wait for Kian to get control of himself, I decide to perform a strip tease with the rest of my clothes. There might not be any music playing but I sway and swing my hips as if there is, tugging down my trousers, pulling off my bra, and eventually removing my soaking wet panties. Once they’re off I chuck them at him so Kian can feel just how het up I am for him. I feel sexy as hell as his expression lights up.
“Fucking hell,” he growls as the material brushes past him. “Are you trying to send me wild?”
With dark, hooded eyes, he slams his body into me and kisses me fiercely. Our teeth crash together violently but neither of us care. We’re both far too het up to be worried about anything like that. This is all pure, unbridled passion and neither of us can get enough.
“Turn around,” Kian hisses at me. “And place your hands flat on the bed.”
Feeling very cheeky, I listen to his words. I bend over my bed with my butt high in the air, presenting myself to him. Maybe I should feel silly or vulnerable, but with Kian I don’t. He’s safe, he loves me, and I do him.
“Part your legs,” he insists. “I want to see all of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I rasp teasingly as I do as he asks. My wet slit must be revealed to him because he grunts as if he’s in physical pain. “Is there anything else you want me to do for you, Sir?”
“Touch yourself,” he rasps. “Just for a minute. I want to watch you.”
This is a new game, a kinky game that I like. I guess me and Kian haven’t had nearly enough time together yet to fully get to know one another and what we like. Things have been so crazy around us, it’s been hard to get some alone time. I can’t wait to find out more, I’m looking forward to learning everything about Kian.
My fingers stroke down my thighs and back up again. Then I take them to my highly sensitive nub and I gasp out in pleasure as I finally get some relief. Of course I would much rather it be Kian touching me, but having him watch me is fun too.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, falling into the bed sheets as the pleasure gets me. “Oh, Kian.”
When I say his name I think the passion must get to him because I can feel him against my butt in a heart beat. His rock hard erection rubs against me, which makes me cry out for him. My body screams, my hips roll, I desperately need to feel him inside of me.
“Stop teasing me, Kian,” I gasp desperately. “It’s been too long. I can’t take it anymore. You’re driving me crazy.”
I peer over my shoulder, flicking my hair as I do and I watch him grab himself tightly. He fists himself a couple of times causing a ball to lodge itself into my throat, then he angles himself and pushes in, filling me completely. My fingers are still brushing against my clit so with each trust the intensity in the pressure grows. The pleasure starts off like a hot pool deep in my toes and it rises through me as Kian’s thrusts get harder and more desperate. My knees bang against the bedframe, my free hand has to grab onto the sheets just to keep me upright, but as my head spins violently I just don’t care. It feels too fucking good, this is the best that I’ve felt in a very long time.
“Holy shit!” I scream as the hot pool spreads through my stomach. “Oh my God, Kian.”
“You just keep touching yourself,” he says in a shaky tone. “Don’t stop, don’t you stop.”
I do as he commands as I feel him shudder behind me. My lips wrapped around him earlier has brought him to the brink probably much quicker than he wanted but I don’t mind that at all. I’m very close myself, teetering on the edge actually, and we have all night to do this again.
No, not all night. All life. We have the rest of our lives for this.
Finally, the pleasure hits me like a tsunami of waves. It washes over me, it rolls through my body, and the whole time the entire world has shrunk down to just me and Kian. No one else matters, nothing else exists. It’s only me and him and that’s just the way I love it. My heart thunders, my knees buckle, my body shudders and shakes, but Kian holds on to me, keeping me safe and protected the entire time.
“I love you,” I mutter afterwards as I can feel the pleasure bursting from him. “I love you, Kian. So damn much.”
It isn’t until we’re lying in one another’s arms afterwards, panting and clinging to one another as if no one else exists in the world that I rea
lize in the heat of the moment that we acted a little irrationally. I didn’t think about it at the time and I’m sure Kian didn’t either. We didn’t use protection.
I’m sure it’s fine, I think reassuringly to myself as I roll onto one side to gave up at Kian. I’m sure that being reckless once won’t matter. I won’t get pregnant after just one time… surely?
Epilogue - Tia
Six Months Later…
I rub my swollen belly, shaking my head once more at my utter naivety. I didn’t think I’d get pregnant so quick which is why I ignored all the early signs. I put the morning sickness down to the stress of flying back to New Zealand and the stress of moving into Kian’s home. I assumed that the endless tiredness was just me trying desperately to get back into the swing of things, I though I was just gaining a little weight because I was finally happy.
Now, I know for sure. I can’t deny it anymore with this rock hard round belly, and I think I’m just about getting used to the idea which is a good thing because in three months time, me and Kian will be inviting our baby daughter into the world.
How is he more adjusted to the idea than me? I think bemusedly. I’m the one carrying the baby and I forget sometimes, but not Kian.
He’s super excited, and his parents are too. For a while they all hoped that it would be twins, I suppose to replace what’s been lost, but I have to admit I’m glad that it isn’t. One baby is going to be enough to deal with, never mind two. I’m not convinced I have it in me to be a good enough mother to keep just one child alive. I just hope that everything changes when the time comes and it’s just natural to me.
Ring, ring… Ring, ring…
I grab my phone and look at the screen, smiling as I see my mom’s name. We get on much better these days, which might well be because I’ve grown up and she’s in a much better place in her life too… or maybe it’s just because we live in different countries. Maybe that’s the only way we can have a good relationship.
“Hi, Mom, you okay?” I say warmly into the phone.
“Yes, I’m good. Just about to head out with my friends. Just wanted to check in on you and the baby.”
By ‘friend’ I think she means date but she’s too embarrassed to tell me. I don’t mind, I’m happy for her to move on now that she’s divorced from Dad. She deserves some happiness in her life. I just hope that this time she’s picked someone wisely and it isn’t another idiotic criminal just to keep her rolling in the money. Me and Kian certainly don’t have a flash lavish lifestyle, but we’re comfortable. That’s all I care about now.
“Good, thanks.” I rub my belly again, smiling down at my unborn child. “All id going really well.”
“I have my trip out to see you booked just after your due date.” I roll my eyes as I try to consider how hard that’s going to be. Still, I can’t keep her away from her grandchild, that wouldn’t be fair. “So that will be nice.”
I hear the door click open and I swing my eyes excitedly around the room. Kian has been off on some job today, all very mysterious, and I can’t wait to find out more about what he’s been doing. I can talk to my mom about how ‘wonderful’ her visit will be some other time.
“Oh, I have to go, Mom. Kian is home, but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Yes, yes, U have to go too. I’ll speak to you then.”
I jump up excitedly and I move towards the door to see Kian. Even now after all this time my heart beats faster and I get butterflies in my stomach every time I see him. He manages to have a powerful affect on me and I don’t think that will ever end.
“Hey, baby,” I call out. “I can’t wait to hear about your day… oh.” The words fall away from my lips as I see him kneeling in front of the door with an open ring box in his hands. “Oh my goodness.” My hand claps against my mouth in shock. “What is this, Kian?”
“I love you,” he chuckles, his eyes already filling up with water. “I love you so much that I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to do this.” He breathes a couple of times as if he’s trying to collect himself. “I love you, Tia, and I have done for ages. Maybe even from the very first moment when I met you… even if you were calling me a different name.”
A tear trickles down my cheek at the memory. When I thought he was Stephen and I chased him out of the club. How crazy our journey has been. It’s just a good job that I have it all recorded in my best selling novel, The Beautiful Disaster.
“I want you to be my wife, especially now that you’re carrying my baby.” He reaches out to rub my belly. “I want to make you happy, I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy because you deserve it. I was us to be together forever, you know.” He holds the box out to me again. “So what do you say? Will you be my wife?”
“Yes,” I reply with utter certainty. “Of course I will.”
He leaps up to push the princess cut diamond ring onto my finger and then he wraps his arms around me to hold me close. As he does the tears roll free, but I’m happy crying. This is the happiest that I’ve ever been in my whole damn life. Me and Kian, Kian and me, we’re the real deal. Me and him forever more.
“We might have to get married soon,” I warn him. “Unless you want my mother to visit twice.”
He groans and rolls his eyes, before laughing at me. “You know what, you’re worth it. I suppose I can put up with her. Just because I love you.”
I press my lips against his and kiss him softly. “I love you too, Kian. Forever and always. This is just the start of yet another journey and I cannot wait to share it with you.”
The Valentines Day Proposal
Blurb
Nothing changes in the life of Lola Boots. She works on the farm, does the occasional singing gig, and looks after her sick father. Her small-town life isn’t growing and she doesn’t expect it to anytime soon. That’s why she spends so much of her time daydreaming...
That is until a handsome stranger turns up in town, ready to change everything.
Brandon Heath-Smith always wants to impress his father, and while he isn’t pleased about taking on this small-town property development job, he knows that it’s his shot to prove that he’s worthwhile. And he’ll do it too, as long as he doesn’t get distracted.
But that’s easier said than done, especially when he sees the sexy red head playing at the bar and sparks fly. How is he supposed to resist when the temptation is so strong? He should stay away, because there’s no way this can end well, but he can’t. She’s luring him in and he fears that she might not let him go.
Chapter 1 – Lola
I kick my red cowboy boots together anxiously as I stare up to the stage. It might only be a small little bar in a tiny little town at the moment, but I always imagine myself in Madison Square Garden with hundreds of people cheering my name as they love my music. Maybe it’s a bit of a far-off fantasy, but I always have been a bit of a dreamer. Plus, I don’t think that I’ll ever get anywhere in life if I don’t visualize where I would ideally like to be. What’s the point of doing anything if I don’t give it my all.
“You got your guitar there, Lola Boots?” asks Doreen, the friendly faced older bar maid that practically loves in this joint. I don’t think she helps my super star fantasies since she already treats me like I am on. “You look good today, girl. Those denim hot pants are going to kill the crowd. You’ll drive them all wild.”
I smile ironically at that comment. It’s been a long time since anyone looked at me like I’m someone desirable. I did have a long-term boyfriend in school, someone who was supposed to become my husband, but when the time came around for us to go off to college together, for me to do music and him business, my mother got diagnosed with life threatening cancer and I just couldn’t leave. We were supposed to stay together but despite that, I got overwhelmed with caring for my dying mother and he got sucked in by his brand new world. It just couldn’t work. We drifted apart and became two different people. It was sad, but not shocking. We both knew that it was coming for a long time b
efore it did.
Still, we split up four years ago now, there’s no reason for me still to be alone. I’m sure Rory moved on a long time ago, but I’m still stuck here in the small town where nothing else changes. No new guys move here and everyone my age has pretty much gone. Maybe I should be gone too, but despite the fact that my mother died a while back I still have responsibilities here. I cannot leave at the moment, so I just need to accept my life as it is.
“Yeah, I think I’m just about ready. Should be fun, right?”
“Ooh, it always is.” Doreen grips onto my arm and she gives me an intense look. “We all enjoy your sets, you know that. Everyone says you should be on the big screen.”
“Maybe if I could afford to leave,” I joke, blaming it on my lack of funds rather than anything else. “Fingers crossed, hey? Maybe one day I will be.”
“Well, I suppose you spend most of your days so busy at the farm, it’s hard to find time for yourself.” Doreen knows why, but thankfully she doesn’t voice it. I don’t need that distraction while I’m just about to sing. “But I have to say you do a great job.”
“Yeah.” I nod enthusiastically. “That’s true. It is hard, but I’m trying my hardest.”
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