Hale Series Boxed Set

by Marie James

  “How are you?” I ask as she walks past.

  “Getting better every day,” she responds as she heads out in search of Garrett.

  Lorali follows closely behind her, and it’s not until this very moment that I understand the pull they have to their men. Why they want to spend every waking and sleeping hour with them that they can. I have the same pull towards Kaleb.

  “That must have gone well. I didn’t hear too much yelling,” Kaleb says as he wraps his arms around my waist.

  I laugh. “Well, they were more interested in wanting to hear about why I’m in your underwear.” I raise my mouth to his.

  “And what did you tell them?” He pants against my mouth.

  “I can’t tell you that.” I wink at him. “Girl talk stays with the girls.”

  He groans when I slide my hand down his stomach and grip him over his jeans. “Mariposa.” He chastises mildly. “We have company.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I peck his lips.

  “What’s that?” He asks confused.

  “We.” He kisses me passionately to the point that I’m breathless.

  “Get used to it, Josie. I plan to use it a lot.” He takes a step back and cups both my breasts in his large hands, swiping his thumb over the nipples, making them hard. “Get dressed, beautiful. I don’t want anyone looking at you like this but me.” He kisses me chastely on the lips and smacks my butt before walking out and closing the door quietly behind him.

  Chapter 14

  Kaleb

  I smirk when Josie makes her way out to the living room dressed in a billowy skirt and soft t-shirt; I wasn’t able to find underwear in her room when I packed so I know she’s bare under the thin fabric. The image hits my pants hard, sending an electric charge to my cock.

  I watch her sit down beside Lorali on the couch as I pull breakfast out of the oven and place it on the stove top to cool, before making my way beside her on the couch. I don’t know what she told Alexa and Lorali about us but I have no intentions on hiding how I feel about her and there’s no way I can sit beside her and not have my hands on her.

  Getting comfortable on the sofa, I slide my arm behind her and pull her against me, tucked into my side. She snuggles closer rather than trying to pull away. I lean in and kiss her temple, breathing in the smell of her covered in my body wash. My mind wanders to what we did on this couch last night and my mouth waters at the thought of her taste dripping down my throat; I place my arm across my lap to cover the erection.

  The girls have begun talking about Ian and Lorali’s wedding and Garrett looks like he’s going to be sick at the idea of marriage. I bite my lip to prevent the laugh that wants to escape. Personally, I’ve never really thought about marriage; the idea doesn’t seem so bad with Josie pulled in close to my side.

  The girls’ chitter chatter continues as Ian, Garrett and myself watch Sports Center on the TV with the volume on mute and the subtitles running along the bottom. Periodically Ian will throw an idea out, but for the most part we just stay silent. Lorali and Alexa are both cradled against their respective man as well; the guys leaning in occasionally to kiss them or stroke their faces with a tender touch.

  This situation is exactly what life is about. Six adults, three pairs of lovers enjoying spending time together; it gives me an idea.

  I wait for a break in the girls’ conversation and then suck Josie’s earlobe into my mouth to get her attention. Goose bumps run down her arm as she turns her face towards mine, her eye lids heavy; the simple action turning her lustful. It almost makes me not want to voice my idea, but I know she needs time with her friends and it’s the best way I know of that keeps me involved in that interaction.

  “Want to help me serve breakfast?” I whisper in her ear as I stroke her arm attempting to rid it of the goose bumps.

  “Sure,” she answers with more lust in her eyes than any woman should have at the thought of pouring juice and plating monkey bread. It tells me she may have different ideas about what breakfast should be.

  “Be good,” I tell her in a stern whisper.

  “Make me.” Her giggled response is music to my ears.

  I unfold myself from behind her and stand, offering her my hand as I do. I look at Alexa and back to Lorali noticing the silly looks they have on their faces at our interactions. I know Alexa has been doing her best to make Josie and I happen, but I had no clue Lorali felt the same way. I’m honored to have both of them in my corner.

  I let the other couples know we’re going to get breakfast together and turn down their offers for help, citing guest rules and such. As soon as I get Josie around the corner and out of eyesight, I push her against the wall and press my erection into her. She moans and grips my back with her delicate hands. I reach up and clasp her neck with my hand, using it to tilt her mouth up as I lean in with my own.

  I’m completely lost in her every time my hands or mouth is on her, or hell even near her. The world falls away and nothing else even registers but reading her cues that tell me what she wants, if she likes what I’m doing, and if she wants me to do more.

  She whimpers when I pull my mouth from hers, panting against my lips; her warm breath quickly becoming what I need to survive. “I can’t keep my hands off of you,” I admit against her lips.

  “I don’t want you to. I love your hands on me.” She kisses my lips lightly. “In me.” She whispers.

  This woman is going to make me come undone. “Fuck me, Josie. You can’t just say things like that.”

  “Oops?” She teases, just like she did this morning when I woke up with her hot mouth wrapped around my cock. I moan thinking about it; better than Christmas morning.

  I grip her ass hard in both hands. “I’ll show you oops. Later, when we’re alone.”

  “Promise?” She pleads.

  “Guaranteed. Help me with breakfast?” I remind her. She shakes her head and I clasp her hand and pull her to the kitchen.

  Josie and I set to gathering supplies for breakfast as the other couples settle in around the table. I had to stand back and smile. This house was made for just this, friends and family gathered together having a good time. This is the first time I’ve had this many people over at my house and I have admit it feels right.

  Once everyone started eating the monkey bread and drinking various juices I speak up. “You guys have any plans this evening?” I turn my attention to the other pair of couples at the table.

  They throw back ‘nopes’, and ‘not reallys’.

  “I was thinking maybe a cookout this evening, since the weather has warmed up a bit.” I smile at Josie when her face lights up with the idea of all of us hanging out later today.

  Both Lorali and Alexa peer at their man with hopeful eyes. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Ian says and Garrett agrees.

  Breakfast carries on with easy flowing conversation consisting of every topic under the sun. I try my best to keep deviant thoughts of Josie out of my head while in the mixed company of the others but when she starts to lick her sticky fingers it makes my cock jump violently in my jeans, knowing just how good her hot mouth felt.

  I change the subject quickly back to the cookout. The menu is planned and the other couples insist on bringing something, so the grocery list is split among everyone. They excuse themselves with the promise to return later in the afternoon. Being the first time to use the grill since winter, I know I have to go to the store to get charcoal, among other things, but I only have one thing on my mind when the front door closes with a soft click.

  We are once again alone, and should be, barring any other interruptions, for several hours. I want to make the most of the time we have together. Josie stands from the table and begins to clean up, gathering plates and utensils to carry to the kitchen.

  I help her clean, even though it is the last thing in the world I want to do in that moment. Once the dining room is spotless and the dishwasher is loaded I lean against the counter and pull her against my chest. We just watch each other, loo
king into each other’s eyes, not saying a word. How did I get so lucky?

  She’s the first one to make a move, sliding her warm hands under my t-shirt and running them the length of my back, causing the muscles to jump and flex at the stimulation. I close my eyes and roll my head on my shoulders, enjoying the feel of her touching my overheated skin.

  She gets my attention and the full attention of my cock when she flexes her fingers and scrapes her nails over my skin. I grip both of her ass cheeks in my palms, lift her up, turn with her in my arms, and place her on the counter that just seconds ago was against my back.

  “Josie,” I say against her lips before sliding my tongue in her mouth. She moans as I explore her mouth with mine, our tongues caressing each other’s, sensually tangling together. Throughout our passionate kiss I slide a hand up the outside of her soft, perfect thigh, lifting her skirt as I go, caressing a breast with my other hand.

  I’m torturing myself by touching her, tasting her, knowing I can’t do everything that I’d want to do to her. I pull my mouth from hers and place my hands on her thighs, much farther from where I honestly need them to be.

  “We need to go to the grocery store, Mariposa.” I say still running my lips down her neck.

  She shakes her head no and brazenly reaches out gripping my erection through my pants. “It’s later, Kaleb.” She says in the most seductive voice I’ve ever head. “You promised.”

  I groan as she outlines my cock with her fingers. I grab her hand and pull it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “I need…” I glance down at my crotch, “supplies.” I explain, hoping she understands my meaning.

  She tilts her head to the side and the confused look on her face tells me she has no clue what I’m referring to. “I don’t have condoms.” I explain.

  “Oh!” She smiles, and then frowns. “You think I have STDs?” Before I can answer she continues. “Oh! You have STDs?”

  I can’t help but laugh. “I’m clean as a whistle, Josie and no, I don’t think you have a disease. Condoms do more than protect against that kind of stuff.” I reach up and place my hand on her lower belly. “I’m sure you’d look sexy as hell with my baby in here, but I don’t think either one of us is ready for that. Yet.”

  “Yet?” She questions with a small smile on her face at my future suggestion.

  I just smile and lean in to kiss her, ecstatic that she smiled back at me at the mention of children and didn’t slap me and run away. It’s way too early for us to even have the conversation but good to know she’s not completely turned off at the idea.

  Chapter 15

  Josie

  He’s right, there’s no way either one of us is ready for even the idea of kids, but I can’t help but smile that he’d be the one to mention it first. It makes me hot for him that much more.

  I pull him closer between my legs and reach for the zipper of his pants. “Josie.” He groans again and I can feel his control wavering.

  “I’m on birth control, Kaleb.” I whisper in his ear while nibbling his earlobe. His moan against my cheek sends waves of sensation right to my core and I close my eyes relishing the sensation. Feelings and tingles I’ve never felt with anyone hit me hard.

  He slowly pulls his face from mine. “But you’re not sexually active?”

  “Birth control is used for more than preventing pregnancy, Kaleb.” I turn his reasoning back on him. His face has the same confused look I had on mine earlier. Well, this is a little embarrassing. “It helps regulate my periods.” I explain further.

  I pull his zipper down before he can respond or try to stop me and stroke him on top of his boxer briefs. His hands move back up my thighs and clench my butt. I pull my hand back from the front of his pants and lift my shirt over my head; my transparent, lacy bra the only thing covering my breasts.

  “Fuck,” he whispers and reaches behind me, undoing the clasps in the back. I slide my bra off just in time for his hot, talented mouth to suck in my full nipple. “Ah!” My cry, I’m sure, could be heard through the entire house.

  Kaleb sucked and lapped at each one of my breasts, showing each of them tender care and reverent attention; he worshiped them with his mouth and fingers. I ran my hands up and down his arms with my head rolling uncontrollably on my shoulders. I would say the ministrations of my breasts were the greatest feeling in the world, but that would be a lie since I’ve had his talented mouth on other areas of my body.

  “Kaleb,” I pant, trying to get his attention. “Take me to bed.”

  He pops his mouth off my breast and peers into my eyes. “Are you sure?” He asks tenderly, his kiss swollen lips a beacon for my own mouth.

  I lower my head to his and lick into his mouth before biting his bottom lip. “Yes,” I nod my head for good measure. “I don’t want our first time to be on the kitchen counter.”

  He chuckles, running his lips over my jaw to my sensitive neck. “I mean are you ready to take that next step?” I nod my answer against his cheek as he continues to nip at my neck and earlobe, the sensation making it almost impossible to form coherent thoughts. “Once I have all of you, Mariposa I don’t know that I can let you go. I need you to be one hundred percent sure.”

  I hum in his ear before I tease him. “You better make sure you bring your A-game then.” He pulls his head back and I wink at him.

  A brilliant smile covers his entire face. “Oh, Josie I promise to make you see stars!”

  He scoops me up and carries me through the house, gripping me under my butt. My legs are wrapped around him and only his boxer briefs prevent skin on skin contact. I can feel the heat of his manhood and my core clenches, knowing very soon it will be getting what it has been begging for the past two days.

  Kaleb lays me out on his king sized bed and tugs at the elastic of my maxi skirt, pulling it down and free of my body. I keep my legs closed and I’m forced to clench my thighs together when he starts removing his own clothes. Maintaining eye contact with me he pulls his t-shirt over his head and slides his hands inside his boxer at the hips, pushing them, along with his pants, to the floor. He steps free of the clothes and stalks towards the bed.

  I can’t take my eyes from his erection which is jutting out thick and proud. I lick my lips at the memory of him in my mouth this morning.

  “You’re beautiful, Josie.” Kaleb says as he slides onto the bed beside me, running his hand up my quivering thigh and nuzzling my breast with his mouth. “Open up for me, Mariposa,” he begs when his hand grazes the apex of my thighs.

  I gently uncross my legs and he shifts his weight on top of me, his mouth still torturing my breasts, his hard stomach flat against my center. My hands are tangled in the duvet we didn’t even bother pulling down.

  “Perfect,” he mutters against my belly button before his tongue reaches out and sweeps it. I feel his hot breath hovering over my most sensitive area and gasp as I feel a stream of air hit me. I open my legs further to accommodate the width of his broad shoulders.

  I chance a look down at him and see that he’s just staring at me. My openness and inexperience make me suddenly shy and I try to clamp my legs back together. He stills my movement by placing his large hands on my inner thighs and pushing them apart.

  “I was surprised to see you bare, Josie.” He strokes his thumb up my center eliciting the sharp convulsion of my entire body.

  “Spa day last week,” I explain. “Swimsuit season soon.” My words come out in a broken staccato, matching the pounding beat of my raging heart.

  “Mmm,” he responds and sweeps his thumb over me once more. “You’ll be so sensitive to every touch…” He leans his head down and licks me from my clenching entrance to the top of my throbbing clit. “…every lick.” His seductive voice washes over me and lands right where I need him most.

  “Please, Kaleb,” I beg.

  “Shhh,” he whispers, his breath once again flowing over my overheated body. “Let me take care of you.”

  I feel his fingers slide over my slick folds, my
body already beyond the point of arousal, and circle my entrance. His teasing touch is becoming much more than I feel like I can handle. Slowly he eases two fingers into my depths and I can feel my body trembling already, amazingly close to orgasm with even this slightest touch.

  He strokes in and out of me delicately; the gentle rub of his upturned fingers inside me hits that delicious spot I’ve only read about in books. When his mouth joins the action and his tongue strikes my clit, I explode. I grip his head with my hands and grind myself against his face when wave after wave of release hits my body. He does nothing to stop me but rather his free arm grips over my leg tightly and he moves his mouth from side to side aggressively against my clit rocketing me into another orgasm before the first one had completely subsided.

  The room is spinning and the stars he promised are front and center in my vision as I slowly release his head and my body calms from the most powerful release I’ve ever experienced.

  “Kaleb,” I whisper in my post orgasmic state.

  He rises above me, his body lined up with mine. Stroking my cheek with his thumb he just looks in my eyes.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  “You don’t ever have to thank me for making you feel good, Josie. I’m honored that you allow it.” He says and lowers his mouth to mine.

  On instinct I kiss him back and my legs raise and wrap around his hips of their own volition. “Ready?” He pleads huskily. I nod and trace his ear with my fingers and shift my hips in an attempt to persuade him to enter me.

  “Stop, Josie.” I frown at the mild chastisement. “I need to go slow so I don’t hurt you.” He nips my neck at the base of my ear sending powerful charges to where his thick length is settled against me. “Next time you can take control,” he promises.

  A slight backwards shift of his hips and a measured nudge forward has the tip of him begging for entrance into my body. His body is trembling as he eases into me inch by thick inch. Slowly I open for him, the mild discomfort from his intrusion surely evident on my face.