by CORY CYR
“We need to get out of here,” Shea croaked, as he tried unsuccessfully to adjust himself.
I nodded in confirmation. “I can walk in front of you, baby,” I cooed, stifling a laugh because his erection was so visible, and appeared very uncomfortable.
“Keep it up, funny woman. We’ll see who’s laughing when I fuck you in the front seat of the Bronco—for that matter, I may just do you on the hood,” Shea promised as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me in front of him through the crowd. As he opened the front door, I cringed reflexively—it was almost midnight and it was way below freezing.
“Stay inside here, Ryan, and let me warm of the car first. It’s fucking colder than a witch’s tit out here.” I could see his frosty breath as he spoke. I watched as he ran to his Bronco and started it up. Five minutes later when he pulled up to the door, I ran outside and practically jumped into the car. It actually was pretty warm inside and Shea covered me with a heavy fleece blanket. I watched as he pulled on his knit cap and wrapped a scarf around his neck.
“Nothing like zero temperature to deflate a hard-on, huh?” I curved a suggestive smile at him while I stared at his crotch. Shea returned a steely grin.
“Don’t you worry your beautiful head about my dick . . . it’s kind of like the mail service. It delivers—regardless of the weather.” He smirked.
“Oh really? I had no idea . . . what do you deliver, do tell?” I quipped.
“When we get home, I’ll go step by step through all my services, but I have to warn you that some take longer to deliver than others.” Shea returned the chuckle and grabbed my hand, pressing his lips to my knuckles. I never knew anyone could love me like this.
I never realized that I would ever love someone like this.
Chapter NINETEEN
When Shea and I got back to my place, we barely made it in the front door. If it hadn’t been below freezing outside, we would have been naked before I opened the door. He locked it behind us and started a fire in the fireplace.
“Baby, stretch out on the sofa so I can get those damn tight pants off of you.” His eyes glittered like deep blue sapphires. I lay on the sofa and pulled my zipper down. Instantly, Shea was beside me, tugging my boots off of my feet. He couldn’t pull them off fast enough, and I almost choked on a laugh because his moves seemed frantic. I could see his cock pushing against the front of his jeans as the fire crackled. After he threw my boots across the room, he started yanking my jeans down.
I heard a whine coming from him. “Jesus, baby, I’m starving, and these are fucking stupid tight pants.” I looked up at him as he spoke. “I need to taste you right now, and I can see how wet you are from here.” His fingers lingered casually along the top of my thong. I sucked in a breath at the anticipation of what his mouth and tongue were going to do to me.
“Can I ask you a question?” I popped up my head in shock. He seriously wanted to have a chat now?
“I thought you were so . . . hungry?” I whimpered.
“I am, baby, I am, but I need to ask, please.” I watched as Shea pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes came into focus as all of his tattoos came alive on his body, dancing with the flames of the fire. This man was sex personified—there was no way in hell I could ever say no to him.
“Okay, as long as it’s not fucking twenty questions.” I bit out as I reached up to unzip his jeans.
“No, not twenty, just one . . . I have to know if what you said to Carrie was true.” Shea’s voice got quiet all of a sudden.
This was the moment. I knew deep in my bones that I did indeed love him. I had believed it enough to say it out loud to Carrie because I couldn’t stand the look of pain that had crossed Shea’s face. Did I know for absolute sure? Was it actually too soon to say it to his face? Did I have any doubts? I knew telling him I loved him would most certainly change the dynamics of our relationship.
Somehow, my thoughts always fixated on Garrison, knowing that I had to get out of underneath him. Getting a divorce was no longer an option, but a necessity. If I hoped for any kind of real relationship with Shea, at some point I had to be honest with him. The thought of seeing pain or rejection in his eyes when he found out the truth somehow always kept the words at bay. I was too afraid of losing this—us.
I reached out and ran my fingers over his lips, then caressed his cheek with my hand. I cleared my throat. What would people see right now, if they were sneaking a peak in the window? A darkened room, with a crackling fire going, a half-naked woman with nothing on but a shirt and panties. A stunning man sans shirt with his pants unzipped, his upper body covered with tribal lines of tattoos, and the bluest eyes God ever gave to man. The picture I painted in my mind made me smile because he was all I wanted . . . now and tomorrow.
“I do love you, Shea,” I whispered.
His hands pinched both sides of my thong as he pulled them down past my knees lazily. He casually ran the back of his hand over my trimmed mound. I was ready to jump out of my skin and just sit on his cock. I needed to come—badly. Shea opened his mouth to say something and I reached down quickly put my hand over it.
“No more questions, no more talking . . . or I swear to God, before I give you the next blowjob, I will recite all of Shakespeare’s works.” Shea chuckled as he nuzzled my pussy. The vibration coursed through my body like electrical voltage. As his thumb pressed on my clit, he circled the outer edges with his tongue.
“God, that feels so good. Please don’t stop,” I moaned. Shea removed his thumb and inserted two fingers, rotating them around until I was on the edge. My hands were in his hair as he licked me to high heaven. God, I loved this man. He began thrusting his fingers in and out, along with his tongue, until I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. As I looked down, I could see the crown of his cock extending past the waistband of his jeans.
“Shea . . . I need you inside of me . . . now . . . please,” I begged. He scooped me up in his arms and took the stairs two at a time to my bedroom. He laid me carefully on the bed as he peeled off his jeans. My face filled with lust as I licked my lips, because every part of his body was muscled and toned, and he looked like a Greek statue—of course, he was way more endowed than any of the statues I had ever seen. His fully engorged cock tipped upward to his belly button, blood rushing to the crown and the veins protruding outward. I started to remove my sweater.
“No, let me,” he whispered as he kneeled on the bed. He gingerly pulled my sweater over my head and then unhooked my bra. Shea’s lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down into the pit of my stomach.
“Jesus, you can’t be real. You are too beautiful to be real. If this is a dream, I hope I die in my sleep,” he said shakily. No one had ever treated me as Shea did, and I doubt that any man would ever care for me the way he did. I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him with tenderness and fervor. Our tongues melded together as our fingers entwined. He broke the kiss and grinned knowingly. With his body positioned above mine, he guided his cock into my waiting warmth. He slipped into me slowly, then pulled back and thrust into me deeply.
“I love you so much, I feel like my heart can’t hold it all,” he pledged. As he said the words, tears came to my eyes. The room was very dimly lit, so I was sure he didn’t see my naked emotions. The pain I felt in my chest was almost unbearable, muddled with my impending orgasm. Shea began to thrust deeper and his pace began to get faster. His breathing became rapid and I knew he was going to come soon.
“Look at me, Ryan. I want to watch you as you come for me.” I started meeting Shea’s thrusts, bucking wildly into him. He had his hand on my ass as he ground into me. He kissed me again, this time with a possessiveness that caught me off guard. “Tell me you’re mine, tell me, Ryan,” Shea panted as he spoke. Our bodies were now covered with a slight sheen of sweat, and my hands were pressed against his chest. “Tell me baby, please,” he asked again.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. Shea let out a roar of satisfaction as he emptied into me. I loved the fee
ling of him coming inside of me. His release felt warm and it surrounded me with the feeling of completeness. I was his. I belonged to Shea Michaels.
*****
Luckily, I hadn’t had that much to drink at Nasty’s. Of course, even though I had no pain in my head, my body was a different story. Shea had kept me up until almost 5:00 a.m., not that I was complaining about the reason, but he was twenty-one and I was, well, thirteen years older. We both had to be at work by noon, but it was only a five-hour day, which was good. I was tired and sore, but I could live with the sore part. Shea looked refreshed and well rested, so I guessed he was used to that kind of action.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Shea asked, once we got to work.
“Nothing really just wondering how you can look so well adjusted from only five hours of sleep,” I said as I put the cash in the register. Shea was busy putting on his lab coat while grabbing clipboards.
“I don’t know.” He turned to look at me. “Just happy, I guess. I feel energized . . . it’s what you do to me, baby.”
I chuckled, because I was happy too. The day passed quickly. In another week, Trina would be home. I had a lot to tell her—not only being in love with her brother, but I also hoped to have her be honest with me about her father. I really needed her advice about how to handle my divorce, and if there was any way I could do it without Shea finding out. I did plan to tell him, eventually, but I was hoping for it to be finalized before that time came.
The rest of the week flew by. Between his night classes and me working on the house, time passed rather quickly. Trina’s mom was having a welcome home dinner for Trina and Quinn that Saturday night. It would be the first time that Shea and I would be attending a family gathering together as a couple. However, I had made it clear to him that under no circumstances would we be announcing our relationship status at the family dinner. He wasn’t very happy about keeping us a secret, but I told him that I needed time to ease everyone into us. Even though Trina had given me a green light to be with her brother, I’m not sure she was expecting an honest to God love affair. Evie, Shea’s mom, would probably have a coronary, but Quinn? I didn’t really know him that well, so his opinion was irrelevant.
I was surprised when Saturday night came and I hadn’t heard anything from Trina. I supposed she was busy unpacking and getting ready for the dinner. I had Shea drop me off right after work so I could get ready. Dinner was at 7:00, so I had plenty of time. Even though Shea and I were going to the dinner together, as far as anyone was concerned, it was just as friends. If it weren’t below freezing, I would have just walked so we could arrive separately. I decided to wear a black knit pencil skirt with a side slit and paired it with a silvery blue brocade bustier with crystal beading. It was definitely not winter wear for Alaska, but I was wearing a long sleeved jacket with the outfit. I added some five inch heeled ankle boots to the outfit. I chose to wear my hair down and very little jewelry. Just as I finished my make up, I heard the front door open.
“Damn, you look good enough to eat,” Shea said, as his eyes flashed with appreciation. His arm snaked me around the waist as he pulled me into him.
“Too bad, you’ll have to wait for dinner, but if you’re a good boy, I just might let you snack on me later,” I teased.
“I really like this top you have on . . . very sexy. I’m not sure I want to be sharing how hot you look with Quinn,” he chuckled, as he fingered the crystals on the bustier.
“Seriously, the man just got back from his honeymoon—he’s probably all sexed out.” I replied, as I pulled on my jacket.
Shea groaned. “Please, no sex talk in regards to my sister. You’ll make my eardrums bleed.”
“That goes for you too mister . . . we are just friends. I am begging you, Shea, no sexual innuendos, not tonight.” Even though his eyes said he conceded, I wasn’t truly sure I could count on trusting him not to tell his family about us. I knew how important it was to him to share his happiness with everyone, but he no idea how hard that would be for me. I didn’t want him to be disappointed if some people didn’t share his joy. Our relationship had one too many secrets already.
“Can we make out real quick before you go? Can I at least taste you? He grinned mischievously. My eyes went huge. I was wearing a pencil skirt. Shea laughed as he hugged me, his mouth melding to mine. Before the kiss got more in depth, I pulled away, panting for air.
“Please behave tonight. I’m not ready to reveal us to your mom yet,” I said grabbing my purse.
“Jesus, you’re my fucking girlfriend. I’m not happy with all this intrigue spy shit,” Shea remarked, as he ran his hand through his hair. My eyelids became heavy as I tried to force myself not to look at this gorgeous man, and he was a definite turn-on tonight. His jeans looked new and he had worn a long sleeved knit sweater in charcoal with a black leather jacket and motorcycle boots. My eyes swept to his mouth as I licked my lips. I almost didn’t want to go to the dinner now—I had other ideas. Shea’s eyes caught mine and I could see a twitch on his lips, and he looked amused.
“See anything you want?” Shea’s lips curved into a devilish smile, as his eyes dropped down to the outline of his hard length.
“Oh yeah, but what I want will have to wait,” I replied, pushing him backwards until Shea’s ass met the front door.
“Okay, okay, no naughty stuff, at least right now, right?” He chuckled as he opened the door. “Just remember, baby . . . I love you.”
The scent of his cologne drifted towards me as I passed him when walking out to the car, and he followed close behind. Shea graciously opened the car door for me and leaned down to secure the seat belt. His whiskered jaw line lightly passed along my cheek, causing me to sigh internally. Damn, I was so crazy about this man, I could hardly see straight.
I knew that Trina would know something was up, after all, she’d given her stamp of approval, but I had to put on my best acting job for Evie tonight. I couldn’t imagine what she was going to think when she found out about us—her son involved with the woman who used to babysit him. I cringed just imagining what that conversation would be like.
Why were there so many obstacles in front of us? Was true love supposed to be hard? I could stand here all night and debate the situation but the fact was that walking away from Shea wasn’t even an option. He was the piece of my life I’d always felt I was missing. I’d always felt slightly off kilter, incomplete, as if something had left an empty space to fill. Even when I got an acting gig, or had married Garrison, I still never really felt fulfilled. Shea filled all of those voids. When I was with him, I felt connected, completed, and satisfied. I never realized what actual love felt like until now. Now, I guessed tonight would be a test for both of us. It was time to see if all those acting classes actually paid off, or if I had been pounding the pavement for the last thirteen years for nothing.
Chapter TWENTY
When we got to Evie’s house, Shea parked the car, and as we started for the front door, Trina stepped out at the same time.
“About time you got here, girlfriend. I missed you! We have a trillion things to talk about. I have pictures too,” Trina practically spoke all in a single breath. I’m surprised she didn’t pass out from a lack of oxygen. She nodded her head in her brother’s direction. Shea just laughed as he passed her, stepped into the foyer and took off his jacket. I leaned into the doorway, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shea disappear into the kitchen.
“Can I at least come in all the way? It’s fucking freezing out here,” I grumbled as I wedged myself past her. The house was warm and kitchen smells bombarded my senses. My stomach growled softly. Not only was I hungry but I also needed something to drink to get through this evening. Shea and I were able to maintain a hands-off policy in our work environment but tonight would be more difficult. Trina took my jacket and her eyes shot up as she viewed my outfit.
“Dressing for a certain man? Maybe my baby brother?” she whispered.
Color spotted my c
heeks. “Jesus, Trina, your mom . . . Quinn . . .” I mumbled, as my eyes darted around to see where everyone was.
“Don’t freak out. My mom’s in the kitchen with Shea and I sort of mentioned it to Quinn already in passing,” she said, as she was hanging my coat up.
“In passing, really, Trina, you just couldn’t keep this one thing between us?” I muttered, frustrated with her lack of discretion. I moved over to the sofa to sit. Just then, Quinn and Shea came into the room. Shea had a beer in one hand and a brandy snifter in the other. He strolled over to me while winking at his sister. Fuck, tonight was going to be a disaster, I just knew it.
“Hey baby,” Shea spoke in a very soft tone, as he handed me the brandy. I just glared at him. I’m positive he read the admonishment on my face. I gratefully took the drink and rather than nurse it, I quaffed most of it down. I clearly hoped it would take the edge off of my feelings of impending doom. Shea didn’t sit down next to me but rather settled on the recliner on the far side of the room. Trina and Quinn sat in the loveseat facing me.