by KB Jacobs
My core clenched. It was so hard to think straight with his hands on me and the muscles of his bare chest pressing into my back.
I nodded and climbed on the feather-topped bed, the scent of crushed rose petals mixing with the vanilla candles. I lay back and let out a slow breath. I should be nervous, but there was no room with all the excitement coursing through me. My body was a live wire, and one touch would undo me completely.
The room was quiet except the sound of our harsh breaths. I could hear Anthony, but he wasn’t moving. I could feel his eyes on me like a physical touch, heating my skin. It made me ache in the very best way.
“Grab hold of the headboard,” he commanded.
My hands shook as I followed his command, grabbing onto the curved spindles of the bed frame. The carved flowers and leaves dug into the palm of my hand, but I welcomed the sting. It grounded me when I was pretty sure I could float to the ceiling from the euphoria zinging through me.
The mattress dipped under Anthony’s weight, and then his hands traced the lacy edge of my bra, rolling his finger across the swell of one breast and then to the other. “Don’t move. No matter what happens, I need you to stay very still. Understand?”
I nodded.
“No, use your words. I need you to tell me.”
“I understand. No moving.”
He flicked the front opening of my bra. Cool air hit the heated skin of my breasts, and I arched.
He pressed a palm to the middle of my torso, pushing me back down. “What am I going to do with you, dirty girl? You’re already breaking the rules.”
Anticipation sizzled. My muscles tensed with the need to move again, to press into him. “I’m—”
He leaned over and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
“So...sorry. It won’t”—moan—“happen again. Anthony.” I keened as he grazed his teeth over my puckered skin.
His chuckle was low, filled with desire, and almost evil sounding. “You’re sensitive. This is going to be so fun.”
While he sucked and bit one nipple, his fingers teased and pulled at the other. It felt so fucking good. My empty pussy clenched and tightened against the onslaught. But then something wet and cold touched the nipple that had been in his mouth. I gasped, and my body arched before I was even aware of the action.
Ice. He was using ice on my nipple.
But just as I realized, the cold left, replaced by the heat of his mouth. His tongue ran over the tight bud. I moaned at the incredible pleasure of it. He teased both nipples over and over again. I never knew when he would move from one to the other. The sensory deprivation of the mask hiding my sight heightened my sensitivity to it all. I lost all awareness of anything around me, totally focused on Anthony’s touch, teasing me, torturing me, driving the aching need building between my legs.
I gripped the bedframe so hard, trying to follow his instruction and not reach for him, that I was going to have permanent indentions in my palms from the carving. I wanted to touch him. I needed to touch him.
“Anthony,” I wailed.
“I’ve got you. It’s okay. I promise to take care of you.”
I never knew what to expect...hot or cold...and that took me to the precipice faster than anything.
“You’re doing so good.” The whisper of his voice rasped across me.
I trembled.
“You deserve a reward.” He dropped the ice into something. His body shifted, and all I could sense was the air around me, cooling my sweaty skin. The contrast to having his heated body lying over me was chilling. I shivered. But then the press of him returned lower, between my legs. Air blew across my wet panties, and I moaned.
He chuckled low. As he pulled my panties to the side, he murmured, “So beautiful. I think I’m the one getting the reward.”
Then his mouth was on me, hot, wet and so intimate. No one had ever done this to me before. I should be embarrassed, but his tongue felt too good. His fingers plunged inside me, still cold from holding the ice. A full body shiver racked my body at the contrast. His cold fingers caressed my channel inside, his hot tongue flicking my clit outside. It was too much. I had been on the edge for too long.
White hot pleasure rolled over me, and I screamed Anthony’s name as my internal muscles seized, pulsing with ecstasy, tugging at his fingers, pulling him deeper. All my senses went off-line as my orgasm roared through me.
It could have been seconds or hours later when I finally became aware again. My panties were gone. I was completely bared to him. My breath continued to saw in and out, and I was pretty sure if I were older, I would have just died from a heart attack. Anthony laid kisses low over my belly, murmuring sweet words of “beautiful” and “so sexy.”
“Please, can I touch you now?”
“No,” he growled. “If you lay those sexy little hands on me, I won’t last.”
“Then make love to me, Anthony. Please.”
“Yes.” A single word spoken on a relieved sigh.
I smiled, wishing I could see him. His weight disappeared off the bed, and the rustle of fabric followed. I’d completely forgotten he still had on his pants. “Next time we do this, I want to undress you first.”
“Killing me.” All of Anthony’s movement halted on a groan. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he finally said. I could hear the wrinkle of plastic. The condom, maybe?
The mattress shifted, and he settled between my spread legs, his body all hard muscle and heated skin.
I needed to touch him, to explore. “Please, let me touch you?” I asked again.
He reached up and uncurled my fingers from the frame, rubbing the marks left on my palms and kissing them gently. This man. He slayed me with his small actions that added up to such big clues to who he was as a person. Like my own Prince Charming. He was so much more than Triple B.
He reached up to my face, brushing his hand against my cheek. The insistent throb of his erection pulsed between my thighs. Even though his body was primed and ready, he continued to take his time, to make me feel cherished, special. My throat thickened with emotion.
He pulled the mask off my eyes, and I got my first look at all of him. His dark, serious eyes stared at me with lust and desire. The candlelight bounced off his dark skin, highlighting the beautiful planes of his face and his incredible body. He hovered above me, all thick muscle and catlike grace.
My gaze traveled down his muscular, athletic body, and I followed it with my fingertips, glorying at the hard, smooth surfaces that flexed under my touch. “You’re so gorgeous.”
He cupped my chin and drew me in for a kiss. This kiss flowed slow and sensual as he notched his erection between my thighs and gingerly slid inside, one hot, hard inch at a time. He was so big, so thick, but he moved with such care and control that my body never complained, although it had been years since the last time. I gazed up into his molten, liquid eyes watching me for signs of the slightest discomfort.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and lifted to meet his slow slide, forcing him in deep. My hands cupped the taut strong muscles of his ass, pulling him closer, tighter.
His mouth dropped open on a groan, and his eyes slammed shut. “Juliet.” His voice sounded shredded. “You feel amazing.”
“It will feel even better when you move.”
His eyes opened again, and this time, his beautiful face broke out in a smile. “Best idea you’ve had all night.” He kissed the sweat beaded along my hairline and pulled back only to thrust inside. Faster, harder, and so much better. Wow.
Then he changed his angle and things got much hotter, much faster. From there it was a race to the finish. I won, but not by much. My core clenched, my orgasm gathering faster this time with my body primed. As I dove off the edge, screaming his name, Anthony stilled above me on a groan. His body bucked, his cock seemed to lengthen even more, and he jerked as his hard member pulsed inside me, over and over again.
The overwhelming sensations sent me into orbit for the third time.
Anth
ony collapsed on top of me but kept the majority of his weight on his arms. I ran my hands up his sweaty back, enjoying the play of his muscles there. We were still intimately joined, and aftershocks rolled through both of us, eliciting tiny moans and gasps. It was all so amazing.
“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear.
He lifted his head to look at me in shock. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you’re thanking me? Oh no, Juliet.” He kissed me, a soft, gentle brush of lips. “I should be thanking you. And I will, once I recover.”
I shivered. This man... Could he really be as perfect as he seemed? He rolled off me and went into the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he came back, he had two things...a warm, wet washcloth to take care of me, and a huge Union Jack quilt that he wrapped around my shoulders.
I looked up at him in shock.
He shrugged. “I can’t have you getting cold,” he said.
“It’s British.”
“Of course. What else would I get for my favorite British-obsessed girl?”
He settled in beside me and pulled me into his arms, ignoring my suddenly very wet eyes.
Yep, pretty sure he was perfect, which meant I needed to enjoy this moment now. Because someday, Triple B would be back, and all this would be nothing more than a sweet memory.
Chapter 23
Anthony
I glanced over at Melissa across the tiny car. We were driving her car tonight because I still couldn’t handle the clutch in my Jeep with my ankle. But driving her Mini with my bulky frame made me feel like a giant clown trying to fit into the tiny car at the circus.
We hadn’t really had a chance to say more than a few words to one another since our incredible time together last night. At least I thought it had been incredible. We’d made love several times throughout the night and stayed the whole night wrapped in one another’s arms.
When I’d woken this morning, she’d already left for work. And then tonight, she’d just gotten home from work before we had to rush out the door to head to my parents’ house for dinner.
Now as she sat here quietly looking out the window, I wondered. “Is everything okay?”
She glanced over at me. “Um, yeah.”
She gave me a weak grin that didn’t reach her eyes and set off all the alarms in my head. I whipped her car into an empty parking lot.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking around, startled.
My palms were suddenly sweaty. “That’s exactly what I want to know. Did I do something wrong? Do you regret what we did last night?” I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted her to say no to that. It had been the single hottest night of my life. Which was saying a lot given my...history. To think she might feel otherwise killed me.
She reached over and grabbed hold of my hand resting on the gearshift. “No, god, no. I’m sorry. I loved last night. I’m just nervous. This is a little awkward. We’re going to see your parents after everything we did last night. What if Lauren can see that on my face? That I let you do those things to me. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to ever look her in the eye again.” Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
“First of all, those things, as you so eloquently put it, were awesome.”
She glanced up at me, her eyes beginning to sparkle again.
“And second, Juliet.” I cupped her face. “My mom loves you. If anything, I need to worry about her neutering me for getting you a little dirty.”
She frowned.
I tipped her chin so she was looking at me again. “One question...do you regret what we did last night?”
“No.” She searched my eyes. “I had no idea sex could be like that...hot and sexy and so...arousing.”
My heart leapt right along with my cock in the tight confines of my jeans. What kind of idiots had she been dating before now? Although, I could thank them for their ineptness because it meant I had this wonderful lady here with me now. I leaned over and kissed her. “It only gets better from here.”
“Better?” Her voice sounded weak. “I think I’m going to have to start taking more vitamins.”
I laughed and put the car in drive, relief sweeping over me. But that would be short-lived if we showed up late. Mom did not appreciate someone not respecting her time.
We arrived at Mom and Dad’s place five minutes later. They still lived in the small townhouse they’d bought when we moved to town fifteen years before, although they’d upgraded it over the years. Back when we moved here, Aspenridge had been a tiny little ski town, but with the addition of international ski competitions to our mountain, real estate prices had skyrocketed. They could sell it for five times the price they’d originally paid, but according to my mom, they had too many good memories in the place to give it up now, and it was perfect for the two of them. I’d even offered to buy them a new place, but they wouldn’t even consider it.
Melissa looked out the windshield at the big building in front of us. “I didn’t realize your parents lived here. Lake lives on the other side of this complex.”
“Really? I figured she lived in her dad’s cabin.”
“Um, no. Alex lives in it right now.”
“And you were in the apartment above the bar. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the full story. How did you and Alex end up working at Naked Brews? I know it was something that happened recently, but where did you move from?” I got out of the car and went to her side to open her door for her. I still wasn’t super fast moving, but it was darn nice to be free of the crutches.
She waited for me to open her door and help her out. “When Pat died, Lake was overwhelmed. Neither Alex nor I were completely enamored with the jobs we had, so we volunteered to come help.” She gave me a shy smile that made my heartbeat kick up a few notches. “Speaking for myself, even after the mess of the fire, it was the best move I could have made.”
Even though we were parked in front of Mom and Dad’s place, I pulled Melissa into my arms and gave her a proper kiss. “I’m glad you’re here, too.”
She melted into my embrace, and when I pulled away, she had a dazed look on her face that made me want to hustle her back into the car and take her right back into my bed.
“Anthony Wallace Millett, are you mauling that girl in a parking lot?”
Melissa’s eyes widened, and she jerked out of my arms, her face flooding with embarrassment.
I turned around to meet my mom’s humor-filled gaze. “Hi, Mom, perfect timing as usual.”
She smirked at me. “That’s a mom’s job, to keep you on your toes.” Her gaze softening with affection, she turned her attention to Melissa. “Hi, Melissa. Come in out of the cold. I promise you, I taught that boy better manners than to let a woman freeze to death.”
“Hi, Lauren.” Melissa looked up at me with a teasing twinkle in her eye. “He was just keeping me close so he could keep me warm.”
I choked on a cough of surprise. I didn’t know she had it in her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Hmm, is someone looking to be punished?”
Melissa sputtered, and I laughed and handed her the bottle of wine we’d brought. This was going to be fun. “Relax. Go give this to my mom.”
Melissa nodded, taking the bottle from me. She rushed up to my mom, still standing on the porch.
“Thanks for inviting me along tonight.” She handed my mom a bottle of white wine while I reached back into the car for the six-pack of Naked Brews I’d brought for my dad.
“Thank you, Melissa. Tony is on the back porch, so go on through.”
I followed behind Melissa. Luckily, she’d already headed inside the door and didn’t see the raised eyebrow of censure from my mom. If she had, I had a feeling we’d be on our way home.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” my mom whispered once Melissa was out of earshot.
“Not even a little bit,” I told mom honestly. She was the one person who I could be honest with on this, even though I knew she loved Melissa, too. “But I think it’s good. We’re goo
d.”
She studied me for a moment and then smiled before bussing a kiss across my cheek. “Just be careful with her.” Then she stepped back and looked me up and down. “Look at you. No crutches. I take it that’s a good sign.”
I nodded. “Everything’s good. Come on. I don’t want to leave Melissa alone with dad for too long.”
When we stepped out onto the back porch, Melissa turned to me with a stunned look. “Your dad was just telling me you gave this to them last year for their twenty-fifth anniversary.” She waved her hand over the outdoor kitchen and patio area. “It’s incredible.”
I smiled. “I just paid for it. The real credit should go to the architect and builder.” The porch was just what we called it, but it was more of a covered outdoor kitchen and living room. The combination of rock fireplace and space heaters kept it so they could use it year round even with the below zero temps we got up here in the mountains. I’d hoped it would be something they’d enjoy, and it turned out we all loved it. Every dinner I’d been to since it was built took place out here. It was even better on nights when it snowed.
“Hey, Dad.” I handed him a beer. “What are you grilling tonight?” I leaned down to put the rest of the six-pack into the small refrigerator under the counter.
“Barbequed ribs. I have a new rub I’m trying, so we’ll see how they turn out.”
My dad was a huge man. Even at his age, no one was surprised that he had played pro football. What was surprising to most, though, was what a pussycat he was around my mom. On the field, both back when he’d been a player and now as a coach, he was a beast. At home, he was quiet and laidback...letting my mom take charge. I loved watching the two of them together. They were constantly touching like they couldn’t stand to be apart. I wanted a love like that someday.
I glanced over at Melissa, now talking to my mom about some new book that just came out. Melissa glanced up at me, giving me one of her shy smiles that went straight to my cock. I loved that look.
“Interesting,” my dad said, the humor obvious in his voice. “Your mom told me, but I didn’t believe her. You’d think I’d know better by now.”