Hale Series Boxed Set

by Marie James

  I busy myself with finishing diner. We manage actual conversation, although periodically induced with innuendo throughout our meal. Even though I told her she didn’t have to, Josie helped me clear the table and wash the dishes. Her frequent yet subtle touches didn’t go unnoticed. A shoulder graze here. A hand roaming across my back there.

  By the time the kitchen was set back to order, I was a cobra ready to attack. As much as I wanted to pick her up and carry her to my room where there would be absolutely no sleeping; I let her drag me by the hand to the living room where we settled on the couch.

  Mia was at our feet on the rug, snoring softly and Josie was curled into my side. I never thought something so simple would make me feel so content. It’s as if I’d been waiting for her. My life felt complete in this moment and I was content with just sitting here, holding my girl; that was until I felt her hand glide up my thigh and then I was hit with more longing and need than I’d ever felt in my life.

  Chapter 11

  Josie

  “Kaleb,” I whisper as I rub my hand up his strong thigh.

  “You wanna…” he begins

  “Yes. I wanna.” I tell him.

  He clears his throat. “I was going to ask if you want to watch a movie.” He groans when I flex my fingers, digging in slightly to his thigh.

  “Do you want to watch a movie?” I ask as I brazenly graze his erection with my hand.

  I’ve never been a super sexual woman. I mean I have desires and I want to be loved, but historically it is more visions of my future and the idea of having a husband and a man to come home to every day that I picture. Right now, I can’t see past the dirty things I want Kaleb to do to me.

  Suddenly, I’ve turned into some wanton vixen and I can’t seem to be able to control myself. I know he’s resisting. I can tell he wants to slow things down. I also know he’s been putting on the brakes on my account and not his. I’ve seen the outline of his desire all evening long and his control amazes me. It also make me want him even more.

  “I think a movie would be best.” He answers.

  “You sure?” I whisper against his neck as I grip his length in my hand and stroke back and forth over his pants.

  He hisses and clamps his hand over mine, stilling my actions. I flex my fingers under his hand and he pulls my hand away and brings it to his lips. “Josie,” he whispers and clamps his eyes shut, his warm breath tickling my palm.

  “Yes?” I mewl in his ear and clamp down on the lobe.

  “Fuck,” he gasps and turns his head toward me, his eyes mere slits as I nuzzle my nose against his causing him to raise his head to the angle I need to lick and nip at his neck. He swallows harshly and I move to straddle him, just as I’d done the other night.

  He shifts his weight before I can settle on him and in a second I’m flat on my back length-wise on the couch and he’s hovering over me. I reach for the bottom button of his dress shirt and he stops me by grabbing my hands. He clasps them in one of his large hands and stretches them above my head.

  “I want to touch you,” I whimper.

  His response is him leaning in and kissing me, grazing his teeth along my jaw, and shifting his body so I can feel the faintest touch of his erection at my center.

  “I want to please you, Kaleb.” I wiggle my wrists and try to get him to let go. He’s not hurting me but my fingers itch at not being able to touch him.

  “I won’t be able to resist you if your hands are on me, Mariposa.” He bites his lips as I raise my hips and grind myself against him.

  “You don’t have to resist me, Kaleb.” I know the look in my eyes is begging him for more.

  “Josie,” he groans against my neck, the sound is pained and I smile at the thought that I’m wearing him down.

  “I want you.” I’m practically pleading with him. Then a thought hit me. If the roles were reversed and he was pressuring me and I didn’t want to this situation would be totally different. This calmed me; allowed me to rein my desire in, if only marginally. “You don’t want me.” I say acknowledging his resistance.

  He rests his forehead against mine. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anything before in my life, Mariposa.” He takes a calming breath. “I want you to be one hundred percent sure. I need you to not be under duress or the haze of seduction when you make the decision, because when I start making love to you, Josie, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “I thought you were trying to dissuade me. That declaration just makes me want you more!”

  He shifts back on his heels and his fingers begin opening the buttons on my shirt. “I knew I could change your mind,” I tease and wiggle my hips. I keep my hands above my head where he left them, afraid if I move them he will stop again.

  “I’ve not changed my mind, Josie. I said I wasn’t going to make love to you. I never said I would keep my mouth off of you.” Clearing the last button he gently glides my shirt open. “Beautiful.” His voice is reverent as he slowly trails his finger between my breast and down my stomach. I watch his hand as he uses his index finger to trail along the top lace of my bra.

  I gasp when he traces around my nipple that’s visible through the transparent lace. It hardens to a point, aching for more of his attention. Seemingly reading my mind he lowers his mouth, his hot breath doing nothing to abate the need. I arch my spine and force myself into his open mouth. “Ah,” I whimper at the most exquisite feeling in the world.

  I squeal when his teeth clamp down and his cheeks hollow as he sucks on my hardened bud. He releases me and raises his head, a satisfied smile on his face. “You have an amazing mouth.” I boast.

  “May I take this off?” He indicates my bra as his thumbs each stroke over a nipple. I nod my agreement as I sit up, shrug off my shirt, and toss it on the table in front of the couch.

  He licks and kisses my neck as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra; I let it slide down my arms and he pulls it free.

  “Mmm,” he moans, both of his hands on my ribs, just under my breasts. “Amazing.” He applies mild pressure against my ribs, telling me to lay back, the suede of the sofa soft against my body.

  I reach for him and cup his face in my hands drawing his lips to mine, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. My hips rotate of their own volition and only settle when I feel a large hand grip my thigh. Kaleb pulls his mouth from mine to pepper my neck and collar bone with soft nibbles.

  I close my eyes when his hot mouth wraps around my naked breast. His free hand plumps the other one. My hand attempts to grip in his hair, only to come up empty; his hair is too short to get around my fingers. They settle on his shoulders instead.

  He runs his wet tongue along the center of my stomach; the air chills it, causing a violent shiver. “You cold, Mariposa?” I shake my head, now is not the time to worry about a blanket. “I think I know a way to warm you up.” He coaxes as his hands run up my thigh, raising my skirt, and exposing my skimpy panties. “Are you interested in finding out what it is?”

  “Yes,” I answer quickly.

  He looks down at the apex of my thighs. “I’d have to take these off.” His finger strokes me on top of my panties and I moan. “Would that be okay?”

  “Please,” I simper, ready for any idea he could possibly come up with.

  I lift my hips as he slides his hands under my hips, allowing him to pull my panties free. He gently places them on my shirt on the table.

  “Scoot up for me, Josie,” he commands huskily. I shift my hips back so I’m in more of a lounging position rather than lying flat on the couch. He glides his hands from my knees to the inside crease of my thigh refusing to touch me where I need him the most.

  “Has a man ever tasted you, Josie?” he questions softly.

  A smile spreads across his face when I shake my head no. “May I taste you, Josie?”

  “If you want to,” I say on a heavy breath. “You don’t have to.” I add. The one guy I had drunken sex with never even offered.

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bsp; “Oh, Josie.” He moans. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He slides his body back and settles between my thighs.

  I feel the urge to close my eyes but his eye contact with mine prevent me from looking away. His hot breath is ghosting over my most intimate parts and my heartrate quickens; I didn’t even think it could beat faster than it already was.

  Watching me, Kaleb flattens his tongue and sweeps it up my center. My hand flies out and grips his head, the feeling of his tongue on me the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt in my life. He delves in again, only this time he rakes over my entrance as well as my stimulated clit. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.

  “Jesus, Josie,” he pants reverently before shutting his eyes and closing his mouth over my core. He devours me. I’m bucking and gyrating so much he forces my legs over his shoulders and snakes his arms up and over my hips to hold me in place.

  The tingling sensations start at the tips of my fingers, toes and the follicles on my head and slowly make their way towards his mouth. The orgasm that’s creeping in is going to be monumental, definitely nothing I’ve would’ve been able to achieve on my own. The second he slips a finger inside of me, I explode. My back arches off of the couch as my body convulses against his mouth, my mouth open in a silent cry, the release so intense no sound comes out.

  I settle back against the couch, reveling in the periodic pulses that come from inside of me. Kaleb’s mouth is still clamped on to me, his tongue stroking me languidly. I see his eyes light up and his cheeks rise in a smile. I bite my lip unsure of how to act now. Do you say thank you after something like that?

  I’m so thankful I want to bring him breakfast in bed or rub his feet or something. He pulls his mouth from me, but only a few inches. “You ready?” Before I can ask him for what, he flexes the finger that’s still inside of me sending another wave of heat down my spine.

  I’m sure the answer is rhetorical when he begins to lap at my folds again; his single finger being joined by another thick digit has me throwing my head back and moaning loudly, finally finding my voice. He’s stroking something inside of me that makes me want to grind on his face forever and shove him off of me at the same time. I reach up and grab my own hair to have something to do with my hands, knowing pushing him away is honestly the last thing I really want to do.

  His free hand caresses my side then plumps my breast. When his fingers find and pinch my nipple I explode again. I feel him withdraw his fingers and place his mouth over my entrance, sucking and licking me. I’m boneless and have to beg him to stop when he begins lapping at my clit again, my body shuttering because of its sensitive state.

  I watch through heavy eyelids as he kisses his way up my body, stopping briefly to worship each breast. My eyes flash big just before he slants his mouth over mine. Any preconceived notions or fear of kissing a man after he’s just done what Kaleb has done fly out the window when he pushes his tongue into my mouth. The mild tang of my juices flavoring his mouth only add to the bliss I’m feeling right now.

  My hands are gripping his back and my legs have managed to close around his hips. He pulls away too soon, panting like he’s just run a marathon.

  “Did that warm you up, Josie?” He asks smiling down at me.

  “Yes, thank you, Kaleb.” I reply with as much sternness as I can manage. I run my hands down his stomach towards his zipper. “Your turn,” I whisper with assurance even though I’ve never even come close to having a man in my mouth like that before.

  “Josie.” He grunts, grabbing my hands and stopping their descent. ‘This isn’t tit for tat.”

  “I may not be very good at it, but I want to try,” I pout when he tightens his grip on my hands when I try to pull them free.

  “Not tonight.” He says and softens the rejection with a kiss as he guides my hands back around his neck. “I have a guest bedroom,” he says out of the blue. “You’re more than welcome to stay in there, but I was hoping you’d want to sleep in my bed. I’d love nothing more than to fall asleep holding you.”

  I want to melt in his arms if that were even possible in my boneless state.

  “I promise to be a gentleman,” he says persuasively.

  “You don’t have to be,” I waggle my eyebrows at him and rotate my still naked body against him.

  He groans. “Maybe you should sleep in the guest bedroom,” he teases.

  I laugh. “Where ever you want me, Kaleb.”

  Chapter 12

  Kaleb

  Where ever you want me, Kaleb.

  Although I wanted to tell her I wanted her under me, I figured that was the wrong thing to say since I was the one who put the brakes on. Where the restraint is coming from I have no idea.

  I back away from her, moving to get off the couch so we can make our way to the bedroom. I never should’ve looked down, but knowing she was open and still on display I couldn’t help it. I groan when I see her glistening flesh and lick my lips.

  I dip my head, lowering to take her back in my mouth. I could spend my entire life between her thighs, drinking her down my throat.

  “I don’t think so,” she grabs my head and prevents me from making contact with her delicate folds.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask as my eyes dart from hers and back to her core, my mouth watering with need to taste her again.

  “If I can’t put my mouth on you, you can’t put your mouth on me.” She releases my head and folds her arms across her chest.

  “How long do you think you can hold out, Mariposa?” I’m teasing her now, no way I’ll attempt to touch her again since she’s told me no.

  She shrugs her shoulder and gives me a sly smile. “Can I hold you tonight?” I ask again, switching gears away from my desire to have her sit on my face.

  “Please.” She answers.

  I hold my hand out to her as I stand and grab her clothes off of the table. I tug her towards my bedroom, turning off lights as we go. I can hear Mia making her way behind us, knowing she will settle down again on her bed in the corner of my room for the night.

  “I didn’t pack sleep clothes,” I inform Josie as we step into my room. “I guess you’ll just have to sleep naked.”

  She steps away from me and just as I think she’s about to protest, she reaches behind her, lowers the zipper on her skirt, and lets it fall to the ground. She’s facing the bed and the sight of her beautiful back, narrow hips, and smooth legs make me groan.

  When she bends over to pick her skirt up off the floor my cock jumps in my pants. Instinctively my hand reaches down and grips it. “That’s fine.” She replies as she walks her skirt to me and drops it on top of her other clothing in my hand.

  I growl at her, drop her clothes on the dresser, and pull out a t-shirt. A very large t-shirt. One that ensures nothing will be peeking out once she has it on. “On second thought,” I say as I hand it over to her. She giggles and pulls it on over her head. It almost hits her at her knees. Much better.

  She saunters back in front of me and reaches for the buttons on my shirt. “Josie.” I admonish mildly.

  “Shhh, Kaleb. I heard what you said earlier.” She reaches up on her tip toes and kisses my chin. “You’re overdressed.”

  I stand stock still and let her unbutton my shirt. She runs her tiny, warm hands up my stomach and over my pecs, causing my muscles to bunch. I’m thick and hard as steel in my pants, and there’s no sense in even trying to hide it. She knows I want her.

  Her hands run over my shoulders and down my arms, pushing the shirt free as she places a delicate kiss to the center of my chest. She gasps when she sees the circular scar under my right pec. “Kaleb?” She glances up, her face shrouded in fear and questioning.

  “Not tonight, Mariposa.” I tell her.

  “But sometime?” She asks as she kisses the wound.

  I nod and let my shirt fall to the floor just as she bends her knees and her tongue slides out, licking my stomach. “Fuck!” I hiss as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

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nds grip hers when she reaches for top button of my pants. “I’m not, Kaleb,” she assures me. “Just taking your pants off.”

  I release her hands and kick off my shoes as she works to release the button and then the zipper. She doesn’t move to take them off; rather she runs her hands down my back, sneaking them inside the elastic of my boxer briefs. Her hands grip my ass as she tilts her head back for a kiss.

  I oblige. Who am I to deny her my mouth?

  “Mmm,” she moans against my lips.

  Pulling away from my lips, she draws her hands around my waist still under the band of my underwear, but pulls them free a mere inch or so from the tip of my throbbing cock. It’s my turn to groan. I can tell she’s going to torture me until I give in and I’d be a liar if I said that wasn’t going to be soon. Very soon as a matter of fact; just not tonight. Tomorrow maybe. I promise myself.

  She licks my nipple as she pushes my pants over my hips. She slides down my body seductively as she reaches for them. I nearly fall over when I feel her nip my hip with her teeth. I can’t look down; there’s no way I could maintain my restraint if I saw how close her mouth was to my erection.

  “Josie.” I grumble, reaching down and pulling her up by her shoulders. “In the bed,” I tell her as she turns and I give her a light slap on her ass. She giggles as I reach down and retrieve my own damn pants. She’s pushing me too far tonight; my cock begs me to listen to her.

  Tomorrow.

  In only my boxer briefs, I walk around to the other side of the bed and slide in behind her. Sleeping in the bed with her and not touching her would be an exercise in futility so I don’t even try. I slip in behind her, one arm under her head the other around her waist.

  She hums her approval. “Thank you,” I whisper against her neck. The two words reflective of many things, her being here, her allowing me to hold her, her existence.

  “You make me feel safe,” she responds quietly and I hold her tighter.