by Brooke May
My nipples pebble and ache for him as my breathing becomes shorter and more frequent, brushing them against the fabric of my shirt. His torso is chiseled and sculpted, leaving deep plains and valleys around him. I lick my lips as I come to his V and his straining erection.
I want him to consume me as a predator would his prey. I want to own him body and soul, just like he already does for me.
His jeans drop, leaving him naked before me. One of his hands encircles his erection, pumping it slowly as he watches me. My eyes dart up to his, and I find his gaze set on my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. He lets out a gargled moan.
“You want him, baby?” I nod, transfixed. He lets out a low bark. “Well, you need fewer clothes on then.” He growls. My lower body clenches for him as desire pools in and around my core. “Now!” I grab my feet, yanking my heeled boots off, and remove my pants and socks in one fluid movement.
As quickly as I can lying down, I pull my shirt and bra off, throwing it somewhere in his room.
He rolls one of the condoms on and places a knee between my legs, dipping the bed. “I approve.” His fingers glide their way up my exposed legs, leaving chills in their wake. With one finger, he hooks onto the bottom of my panties. “Not black and white, Katie …” He shakes his head. “These got to go.”
I gasp at the violent motion as he rips my panties from my body and casts them away. He wastes no time lowering his head between my legs, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and spearing his hot, talented tongue into me. “Jesus, you’re soaked.” His hoarse whisper and hot breath rush over me. Gently, he slides a finger into me as his mouth attaches to my clit.
“Oh.” Resting on my elbows, my head falls back, hanging there above the bed. It doesn’t take him long before I’m clenching his finger and panting for my release to come. Chamberlain applies pressure to my clit with his tongue ring, sending me into nirvana. “Chamberlain.” His name leaves my mouth like a prayer.
He gives me a beat to recover before he hoists my body and slams my back into the wall above his bed. My legs are still draped over him until he eases them down around his waist and drives into me. “Oh, God! Chamb-” I scream, forgetting about Scott slumbering in the next room.
“Let me hear you, baby.” His hands abandon my waist and cage me in as he braces us against the wall, pounding relentlessly into me. “So … fucking … perfect!” He grunts.
“Cham …” I’m so close.
“I know, Katie.” He pants, speeding up.
“Ah!” I’m thrown over the edge as he slams into me, smooth and even, four more times with a hard, sound slap to my bottom before we both groan in our combined release. I feel Chamberlain throbbing within me. Slowly, he eases out and gently places me on the bed before doing away with the condom. I’m still trying to catch my breath when he returns to my line of sight and smiles down at me. “There went one. Ready for the other two?” His eyes dance with glee.
My eyes widen as I look down to find him hard again with another condom on. I feel my wanton need come back from her sex-induced coma, licking her lips and ready for more. I look back up at him, my eyes answering for me. I marvel at his recovery time.
With complete devotion and gentleness, Chamberlain climbs onto the bed, lifting my left leg and placing kisses starting at my instep and working his way up to my inner thigh before wrapping it around him. He does the same with the right leg, but instead of putting it with its counterpart, he pulls me up onto his lap and then drapes it over his hip. I lock my ankles together and brace my hands on his shoulders.
He kisses my collarbone and moves to my ear, groaning as he slides back into me. “Oh, Chamberlain.” My head rests on his shoulder as he moves us with slow, sharp movements. This way I can hold onto him with tighter clenching and release him as he easily thrusts in and out of me.
Chamberlain brings his hands up to cup my face. Ice blue meets deep blue as we stare into each other’s eyes. “Always,” he whispers as he brings his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. His tongue gently massages mine, and his tongue ring clicks against my teeth. “We. Will. Always. Have. This.”
He continues to make sweet love to me.
Love?
Yes, this is love, not just sex. My eyes start to well up with tears of joy, but I push them back. I don’t want him freaking out on me and losing this. I want this to continue forever. I want to stay in his embrace, under his spell, and in his life for the rest of mine.
My orgasm builds as I hold tighter to him, digging my nails into the back of his head and pulling him to me for another kiss. “I’m ready …” I breathe against his lips. I’m ready to love him, I’m ready to always be in his corner, and fight for him, against him, and with him.
As we fall apart in each other’s arms, Chamberlain lowers us to the bed. I can’t even open my eyes, but I have a marvelous smile gracing my face. I barely wince when Chamberlain pulls out and gets off the bed. I’m spent, sated, and filled with love and happiness.
He comes back, gingerly picks me up to pull the covers down, and lays me back down before cleaning me up and joining me in bed. He pulls me against his chest, but I want to feel more of him. I roll over, place my head over his heart, and sigh. “This is my comfy spot.”
His arms wrap around me, and I drape a leg between his, cuddling closer. Chamberlain kisses my hairline. “Mine too,” he whispers.
This is wonderful.
How much better could life get?
Chapter Thirty-Six
WAKING UP THIS morning, I felt sick, sicker than I have ever felt before. This brings me both joy and sorrow. This is the last weekend I have with Chamberlain before he becomes a pro boxer. He promised we would spend as much time together as we could before he leaves tomorrow afternoon. And my delight stems from the fact that if I’m not better by next Saturday, I won’t be going to the charity function. But it means I’ll also miss Chamberlain’s fight.
Chamberlain is worried about me. This morning, I bolted out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to throw up, completely ignoring the fact that Scott was in the shower, and I was naked.
Once I had some solid food in my stomach, I started to feel better but not completely. I told Chamberlain we weren’t going to let it ruin the day of fun he had promised me. I’m holding him to it. My spirit was lifted when we arrived at the Stone Zoo.
“You know there isn’t a giant panda here, right?” I tease him as he pays and guides us in with a map in hand.
“I know, but I’m sure I can find a stuffed one in the gift shop for you.” He grins a bad-boy dimpled grin at me and leads the way. The zoo is busy for a Saturday, and like most of the children around me, my eyes are huge and filled with amazement as I take in all the animals.
Why hadn’t my parents ever brought us here?
It’s amazing!
I stop us at the snow leopard’s exhibit and try to find one. They are rarely seen in the wild, but getting to see one in captivity is good enough for me. Chamberlain stands by my side, a smile in place, while he watches me with complete amusement as I finally find one lying down. “Look!” I grab his hand and with the other point at where the snow leopard is.
We move on to all the exhibits, seeing fox, cougars, snakes - which scare me - koalas, the black bears, and then to the barnyard where there are sheep and goats. We stroll hand in hand through all of it. We stop and get something to eat at the concession stand and even stop to help a couple of parents lift their kids to see the animals. This is by far one of the best days of my life.
“Thank you for bringing me here.” My head rests on his bicep as we walk toward the gift shop. He is so determined to find me a stuffed panda.
“You are more than welcome, Katie. Seeing your eyes light up is all the thanks I need.” He kisses the top of my head.
I glance at my phone and check the time to find it is only one in the afternoon. “Is there anything else you wanted to do today?”
“I have it all planned out for us,” he states, focused on his
mission at the moment. A big smile lights up his face and his dimple pops when he finds and lifts a medium-size stuffed panda sitting on a shelf. It’s the very last one. “This is perfect.” Not paying mind to the price tag, which is ridiculous for a stuffed animal, he buys it for me.
I cuddle it to my chest when he hands it to me. “I’ll keep it forever.” On my tiptoes, I kiss this nose before we leave the zoo.
“Ready for a late lunch, early dinner?” He unlocks my car, and I get in, still holding my panda to my chest.
“Yes!” I’m famished. I had a hotdog only an hour and a half ago, but I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.
“Great.” His smile is contagious as my own comes to my face. We drive a ways and come to a nice little seafood restaurant on the waterfront. It’s quiet for mid-afternoon, leaving us to bask in the soft music and each other’s company.
I sit across from him, toying with my bracelet. I only ever take it off to shower or workout; otherwise, it stays firmly on my wrist. Chamberlain plays with his bottle of Sam Adams beer.
“After you turn twenty-one, we’ll go on a tour of the brewery.” He breaks our comfortable silence, signaling to his beer. “I’ve always wanted to go, but I can wait a couple of more years.”
“Sounds like fun.” I lean over and grab his hand. Lately, I seem to need constant contact with him. It feels right; I feel safe, protected, and whole.
“How are you feeling?” His voice is coated with concern.
“Much better,” I answer evenly to ease his worry. “I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe it’s a late season flu.” I shrug. “Hopefully, it isn’t too bad, but it still gets me out of the charity and to your fight.” He wants me to go to the doctor, but I’m not worried. I’ve had colds like this before.
His eyes and face relax. “As long as you’re there for all the others.” He plays with a ring I have on my right ring finger. It is a heart with a Celtic knot in it that the girls in my morning class gave it to me. “Are you enjoying our day so far?”
“It’s wonderful, Chamberlain.” My stomach starts growling as our food is brought to us. We talk about the different animals we saw; which ones we liked the most and explored why snakes scare me. I clear my plate well before Chamberlain is even halfway done with his. It blows my mind, and apparently his as well when he looks at my plate and at his.
“Hungry, are we?” He raises a brow to me.
“I guess.” I shrug and chug down the rest of my water. “It was really good.”
“Hey, I’m not worried.” His hands come up in defense. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you gain a little weight. You’d look devastating with a few more curves, Katie.” His voice is seductive and in a low growl.
XOXO
BLINDFOLDED AND WITH Chamberlain’s earbuds in, blaring music at me, Chamberlain leads me to my surprise for the evening. I feel a little queasy. I don’t know if it is from the car ride here and not being able to see or if I ate my dinner too quickly. It could be the mix of both.
“Ready for your surprise?” Chamberlain removes one earbud to whisper in my ear. I hear a strange motor noise in the background.
“Ready.” I give myself a little bounce.
In one fluid motion, Chamberlain removes the other earbud and my blindfold, revealing a go-kart track. “Ta-da!” I giggle and clap my hands as I bounce around and into his arms.
My face is lit up like Christmas. “Thank you!” I turn back around and drag him over to pay. This is the best day ever!
After a quick lesson, Chamberlain helps strap me into my kart as I put my helmet on. He then gets in his, and we are set to race. I can’t help but laugh as he works his tall frame into the little kart.
“Ready, panda?”
“As I’ll ever be!” I cheer and turn to watch the lights switch from red to yellow and press down on the throttle when it turns green. “Eat my dust, stud!” I giggle as I pull ahead of Chamberlain, but the first corner completely throws me off, which allows Chamberlain to take the lead.
“Gotta stay focused, Katie!” He laughs when he zips around the following corners until he is back at the start line. “I win!” He jumps out and comes to kiss me when I pull up.
“No fair. You’ve done this before. I haven’t.” I pretend to pout.
“Oh, you poor baby.” He eggs me on with a mock pout. “Want to go again?” He signals to the attendant.
Before he can get a chance to get back in his kart, I pull him down and give him a searing kiss as the lights flash. I drop him like a hat and take off, leaving him running to his kart. I stay focused this time; I don’t want to mess up again and let him win.
I’m over the finish line and dancing around when Chamberlain finally crosses. He gets out and storms up to me. “You cheated.” He glares down at me, but I can see through it. He’s happy that I’m having fun. I stop and beam up at him with bright eyes until he gives in and his own smile comes to his face.
All sickness is forgotten, and my happiness soon turns into lust at the all-too-familiar look in his eyes and stunning face. Swiftly kissing me, Chamberlain removes our helmets and scoops me up in his arms. “Let’s get home and enjoy the rest of our evening.”
“Sounds fabulous.” I melt into his arms.
XOXO
THE UNCOMFORTABLE GURGLE of my stomach has me sitting up, breaking me from my sleep. I cup my mouth and rush to the bathroom.
“Fuck!” Scott, who is just wrapping a towel around his waist, jumps back into the shower to get out of my way as I fall to the floor in front of the toilet and empty my stomach of last night’s dinner. It just won’t stop. It’s worse today.
Chamberlain’s heat warms my back as he drops to his knees behind me, rubbing my back. Scott grumbles something before escaping to his room, gagging, and shuts his door. “Are you okay, Katie?” Chamberlain leans over me to look at my face. I brush him away and dip my head back as I continue to heave. Now, nothing is coming up.
“This is horrible.” I finally manage to stop throwing up and rest my cheek on the toilet seat.
Thank God, it is clean.
My stomach is calm for now, but I feel lightheaded. I’ve definitely caught something. I must have gotten something from one of the girls in my class; one of the younger ones was coughing and extremely pale the other day. I have the chills but feel hot.
Chamberlain stands and wets a washcloth for me. He drops back down next to me and pulls me to his chest before pressing his lips to my forehead. “You’re hot to the touch, Katie.” He doesn’t know what to do. He places the cool washcloth where his lips just left. I shiver and cuddle up to him. Even the bags under my eyes feel filled up and abnormal.
I lie in his arms on the floor until I’m comfortable again. I’m done throwing up, for now. I still have a slight chill as I stand up, causing me to shiver. I’m glad Chamberlain is there to support me as we walk back to his room.
“I need to go home.”
“What? No, Katie.” Chamberlain places me on his bed. “Stay here, I’ll take care of you.”
With a weak smile, I cup his strong cheek. “You’re leaving today.” I get back up, standing much better now. “I don’t want to get you sick and cause you to miss your fight.”
“Please stay until I know you are okay.” He grabs me from behind and hugs me close, avoiding my stomach so I don’t get sick again.
“I’m okay. It’s just a bug.” I grab his black hoodie off the floor and pull it over my head. I don’t even feel like changing. I’m just going home and more than likely going right back to bed. “I’m taking this with me,” I tell him as I grab my purse, pulling out my keys and putting my phone in it. “That way I have you with me no matter what.” I offer him a tired smile before his arms find their home around me again.
“What do I get?” I frown, confused. “So you’re with me while I’m gone?” His charming smile melts me.
I step out of his embrace and think about what he could take with him. I dig through my bag, find my ChapStick, and gri
n. “Here.” I hand it to him. It is the one I dropped the day we met. I didn’t have the heart to throw it away. He cocks his head to the side. “I dropped this on the day we met, and I’ve kept it as a memento. I want you to take it with you.”
A crooked smile crawls across his face. “Okay.” He nods and puts it into his pocket. We walk to the door; Scott is in the kitchen making breakfast, and the smell of cooking eggs curdles my stomach again. “Get better.” Chamberlain holds me close. I dig my fingers into his back, holding him tight as the tears prickle my eyes, making my nose burn.
Why does this feel like good-bye?
It shouldn’t - he’s only going to be a couple of hours away and back sometime Sunday.
I pull the tears back and smile weakly up at him. “Good luck, stud.”
He bends down and kisses the corner of my mouth. “I really hope you can be there.”
“I’ll do my best. Fiona will nurse me back to health,” I say with absolute certainty. I rush out the door and down to my car, trying to contain the tears. I’m really going to miss him.
I waste no time getting home and wave quickly at Fiona, explain to her that I don’t feel well, and head up to my room.
Me: I’m home. Going to lie down for a bit.
Chamberlain: Good, let me know when you wake up, so we can talk. X
Me: I will. Drive safe and have fun!
Chamberlain: I’ll miss you, Katie.
Me: I will miss you, too.
Kicking out of my shoes, I cuddle down into my bed and fall asleep holding the collar of Chamberlain’s hoodie to my nose.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“K.C.?” Fiona’s voice and gentle touch stir me from my slumber. Blinking repeatedly to get the sleep out of my eyes, I find her leaning over my bed, hovering over me. “Are you okay?” She takes a seat on my bed next to me.