by Yule, S. K.
“We’re going to have to do something about that, fast.” He nodded toward the bed.
“About what?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m big, and a queen-sized bed isn’t going to work, especially for all the things I have in mind to do to you on it.”
She grinned up at him. “You might be right, but I think we can make do for now. Can’t we?”
“Angel, I can make do with anything if it’s between not making do and having you. I’m creative.”
“And talented.” She sucked in a breath when his hazel eyes began to glow.
“I would say the same of you.”
He bent and placed his warm lips against her mouth. She leaned into him, and when she sighed, he slipped his tongue inside. His taste flooded her senses, and she swayed. He lifted his head, cupped her cheek, and stroked gently along her jawline before easing her around. His fingers went to work on the buttons at the back of her dress. He was surprisingly adept at getting the tiny pearls unhooked. She would have thought he’d fumble with his big fingers, but he once again proved how efficient he was.
“Is there anything you aren’t good at?” she asked.
He turned her to face him again, and she clutched the now-gaping dress to her breasts. He traced one finger down the column of her neck, then along her collarbone. He bent down and nibbled along the same path his finger had just taken, and the familiar pressure began to build inside her yet again.
“Chess,” he murmured against her skin.
“Huh?”
“I’m not good at chess.”
She pushed him away and gave him her sternest look, trying hard not to smirk. “Oh no. You should have told me that before we got married. I’m not sure I can be with a man who can’t play chess.”
She took two steps back, and he slowly stalked her. Her heart raced at the fierce look on his face. He was playing with her. She could see the way his lips slightly turned up at one side, but she nearly forgot all about the joke when he put his predator face on. She loved being his prey. He was dominant, and she liked it that way because she knew he’d be more than willing to allow her to take the lead whenever she wanted.
He’d never force her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. Never demean her. No matter how he took her, she felt loved and cherished. He caught her when the backs of her legs hit the bed, and she gasped when he spread her arms wide and the dress dropped to the floor around her feet in a soft heap. She blushed knowing that the lacy white bra, garters, garter belts, and silk hose were revealed—minus the panties that were probably somewhere on the floor of the truck. He growled low in his throat, and her toes almost curled in pleasure. He always made her feel beautiful when he looked at her with heat burning in those glorious glowing eyes.
“I’ll learn,” he said quietly.
“Learn what?” She frowned.
“How to play chess.”
His eyes slowly roamed her from head to toe, then back before resting on her face. Her skin tingled, and the pressure built, making her inner muscles clench in anticipation of having him inside her again. She looked down and licked her lips. He was still hard, the open buttons of his jeans barely containing his thick cock, which was half exposed. He growled again, and she looked up at him.
“You’re testing my patience and control looking at me like that.” He raised one dark brow. “And looking like that.” He gestured to her lingerie before tracing one finger along the top edge of her lacy bra, over the swell of one exposed breast.
“I like testing your patience.” She smiled up at him. “I think I’d like to taste—um, test—it some more.”
She tugged and pushed at him until they’d switched positions, and his back was to the bed now. The bottom few buttons were still undone on his shirt from earlier, and she hurriedly unbuttoned the rest—less elegantly as he’d managed the buttons on her dress. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, and she pushed his jeans down off his hips.
The swollen head of his cock glistened with pre-come, and she licked her lips again, the action rewarded with another growl. She shoved at him, and he sat on the edge of the mattress. She dropped to her knees and removed his shoes and socks to allow the jeans to slide off to the floor. She placed a kiss on one knee, then nibbled her way along the inside of his hard thigh.
The fingers of his right hand tangled in her hair. He urged her upward, and when she reached his cock, she wrapped her hand around the base before stroking up, then slowly back down. Not able to resist one second longer, she licked him. His flavor hit her taste buds, salty, masculine . . . Galen. She licked him again before sucking him into her mouth, then frowned when he tugged her up.
“Sorry, angel. But I’ve been fantasizing about ravishing every inch of your lovely body since last night.”
“You did ravish every inch of my body last night--well, almost every inch,” she said in frustration.
He chuckled. “Exactly. And now I want that last little part that I neglected.”
She squealed when he flipped her to her back and pinned her underneath him. She couldn’t move a muscle, but wasn’t frightened. If she protested, he’d release her in an instant, but she didn’t want freed. She liked being firmly cocooned in his warmth.
He leaned up on one elbow and traced a path over her chest, down between the cleavage of her breasts. “You look beautiful in lace,” he said quietly.
“You look beautiful in nothing,” she whispered.
“I’ll settle for handsome.”
“You can settle for handsome. I’ll settle for beautiful. You are beautiful to me.” She smiled up at him.
He shook his head and tried unsuccessfully to hide the smile lifting his full lips. He nuzzled the top of one breast before gently nipping the pebbled nipple through the lace.
“Mmmm.” He fingered the front clasp of the bra. “Beautiful and practical.” He flicked the clasp open with expertise to let her breasts spill free.
He pulled one nipple into his mouth, licked it, then blew on it. Goose bumps broke over her skin, and she arched upward, begging for more. He obliged by sucking the stiff peak into his mouth once again. This time, he bit down gently, coaxing a moan from her. She dug her fingers through his hair and firmly into his scalp, careful not to claw him with her nails.
She squirmed under him, but his big body still blanketing her left her little wiggle room. She was his prisoner—a willing prisoner. She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut as his lips, teeth, and mouth sweetly tormented her. She encouraged him with her fingers and gave in to the pressure as it built inside her.
He leisurely toyed with one nipple, then the other, back and forth until each touch to the sensitive tips wrung whimpers of pleasure from her throat. Just as she thought she could bear no more, he licked a path to her navel, where he rimmed it several times before moving down. He stroked his finger over the delicate lace before unsnapping the garter belts from her stockings. She moved her fingers from his hair to his shoulders, where she dug the tips into hard muscle.
He sifted his fingers through the short, neat curls on her mound before spreading her wide with his thumbs. She gasped. A heady sense of excitement, mixed with a hint of embarrassment, flooded her at being completely exposed to him.
He gave her one long, excruciatingly slow lick along her slickened folds and growled.
Chapter Sixteen
Galen had never tasted anything as sweet, as delicious as Myka. How he’d lived countless years without her, he’d never know. What was certain was that he would not endure one single moment of his future without her. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive clit, and she quivered under him, her reaction both satisfying and igniting. How could he make her understand that watching her come undone underneath him, witnessing her responses to his touch, his kisses, was as gratifying to him as his own release? Maybe more so.
Nothing could bring him more joy than seeing Myka come alive under him. The fact that he, and he alone, could bring her such plea
sure was humbling, but also gave him a serious ego stroking. Not the type of ego that cued assholishness, but the kind that could randomly bring a smile to his lips, the kind that put a little more swagger in his step because his woman was pleased.
He hoped he did the same for her confidence because she had the ability to make him tremble with her gifted mouth and hands. No woman had ever taken him to the level of pleasure that Myka could. When they were together, everyone ceased to exist. When they made love, they became one. They resided on a plateau of love-and-passion-induced gratification that nothing could touch.
He slid each silk stocking down, following with a trail of kisses over the exposed flesh. After, he pulled the garter belt off, and she was finally completely nude. Damn but she was achingly gorgeous. He gripped her thighs firmly and pushed them wider, baring every inch of her glistening folds to his hungry eyes. He wedged his shoulders between her knees to keep her exposed, then spread her silken lips wide once again with his thumbs. He nearly forgot how to breathe at the beauty of her, but her pleading whimpers and nails digging into his shoulders spurred him back into action.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered before dipping his head to feast on her.
Her pleas quickly turned to sobs as he stoked her higher, closer to her orgasm, with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He slid two fingers inside her and nearly came when her muscles clamped hard around him. She was tight and so wet for him. He inched deeper and spread his fingers a little at a time, readying her for his cock. He swirled his tongue over her clit, and her body yielded to his fingers.
“Galen! Please!”
He ignored her pleas, urging her closer to her release. Each time her muscles clenched, he’d retreat and allow her a few seconds to recover before thrusting back home. She was close, and he wanted nothing more than to tumble her over the cliff and watch her soar. But he wanted to be inside her even more when she shattered. Wanted to watch her lovely face as she came. Watch her orgasm take hold and bliss wash over her features.
He reared up, and she gave a low, keening cry that called to his heart. He understood what she needed, understood the urgency she felt, as he felt it too. She readily opened her legs wide, welcoming him as he nestled his hips between her thighs. When his cock nudged at her opening, they both groaned. She reached down and curled her small hand around him, guiding him inside where he belonged, where they both craved him to be.
She dug her heels high into the backs of his thighs and arched her hips up to accept him. He stilled and stared down at her, framing her face with his hands. Her passion-glazed blue-violet eyes slowly opened.
“I need you,” she said huskily.
“I need you too, angel. I just wanted to see those beautiful eyes while I make love to you.” He kissed her.
When she strained toward him, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She linked her fingers behind his neck and fervently kissed him back. He leaned up on his forearms, she clutched at his biceps for purchase, and when her eyes rested on him once again, he thrust home. She cried out, and he growled in answer.
“I thought it was a curse when I found you, angel,” he grunted as he thrust home again.
“Wh-Why?” she gasped as he continued to pound his hips against her.
“I had been on the run. I knew if I stayed, I could possibly be putting you in danger. That’s why I was determined to leave. I needed to get things straightened out before I could come back for you.”
“We could have worked it out together if you had confided in me.” He slammed into her again. “Ah! That feels amazing.”
“I didn’t know how to tell you what I was. I was afraid you’d think I was a monster. I was afraid you’d reject me. Then there was Patrick. I had planned to go, but Patrick got the fever, and I didn’t want to leave you while you were distressed. After that, it was too late. My pursuers caught up with me.”
“Stop.” When he stilled his hips, she choked out, “No. Not that.” She arched against him, and he started the rhythm with his hips again. “We’ve been through this. Stop blaming yourself. I’ve forgiven you. I accept what happened. You need to do the same.”
“I don’t know if I can. My selfishness got you hurt.” He slowed to a lazy thrusting and rubbed his thumb over the fading bite mark on her shoulder. “I should have been man enough to walk away.”
She shoved at his chest gently, but firmly. His brows raised, but he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, careful not to break the connection of their bodies. She sat astride him and began rocking slowly back and forth.
“Galen?” She froze, as he had done earlier, until his gorgeous eyes rested upon her face. He gripped her hips and eased her up off him, then pulled her slowly back down over his impossibly hard cock. “Why can you use the dramatic pause to get your point across, but I’m not allowed to?” She smiled down at him.
“Because,” he said in a low, gravelly voice before tugging her up, then guiding her back down over him again.
“Ohhhh. That explains it.” She leaned forward and placed her palms on his chest before she got serious about riding him.
He watched as her warm skin glowed pink from making love to him, and her breasts swayed tantalizingly just out of reach of his mouth. He leaned up and gave the tip of one nipple a lick, and she bucked her hips over him so hard his eyes nearly crossed. He couldn’t hold out much longer. Each time she sank over him, each clench of her muscles around his cock sent him that much closer to exploding.
“Angel, I can’t wait much longer. Come for me.” He guided her over him faster and faster. Her breaths came in short pants, and her eyes sparkled. A fine sheen of sweat broke over his skin from the control it was taking to keep from coming.
Her body trembled, and she cried out, “So close.”
He wrapped his arms around her, flipped her to her back, reared up, and slammed into her over and over. Her calves were draped over his shoulders, the angle allowing him to go as deep as possible with each thrust. The next stroke and her muscles clamped over him like a vise. She dug her fingers into his forearms and screamed out until her cries turned hoarse. As she hit the aftershock waves of her orgasm, his release exploded from his cock. He yelled out as he pumped hot jets of seed into her body with each grind of his hips. Her dying whimpers and trembling frame told him her release had been no less devastating as his own. He rolled to his side and pulled her to him, smiling when she cuddled against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.
“There will never be words to describe what I feel when we are together,” she said quietly.
He bent to kiss her gently on the lips. “I agree. Some things just can’t be adequately explained with words.”
“I love you, Galen.”
“I love you too, Mrs. Soloman.”
* * * *
Galen sat on the top step of the porch, and Myka sat between his long legs, leaning back against his chest. She had just finished talking to Patrick on the phone before they’d come outside.
“Sounds like Patrick is having a good time at Betty’s.” He lightly massaged her shoulders, and she sighed in contentment.
“Betty is great with him,” she said.
“Good thing he likes Tom as well because I see a possible future for Betty and Tom.”
“You noticed too?” She raised a brow and turned to look at him.
He smiled and nodded. “I doubt anyone else did, but they definitely have some chemistry. I can’t think of two nicer people who deserve one another.”
She shook her head and turned back to stare at the tree line past the pasture. It was almost dusk, and her skin felt as if it itched from the inside out. The sensation had started earlier and intensified with every passing hour. She trembled slightly and hoped Galen hadn’t felt it, but she should have known better. He was too attuned to her. It was nice to have someone who cared about her as Galen did. The only downside was that she could no longer hide from things.
She’d mostly faced the challen
ges she’d been dealt in life head-on, but occasionally she liked to procrastinate. Pretend that it wasn’t happening before dealing, so to speak. With Galen, there was no pretending something that bothered her didn’t exist. She could see many disagreements between them down the line when her stubbornness kicked in, but the makeup sex would be phenomenal.
She had no doubt his persistence about certain things would get under her skin just as much as her hardheadedness would get under his. But a good argument now and again was all a part of a healthy relationship as far as she was concerned.
“It’ll be okay. I’ll be right here with you,” Galen murmured beside her ear.
She trembled again. “I know. I was thinking about how you always seem to know when something is bothering me. And how that might lead to some disagreements down the line.”
He nipped her neck, and she squealed in delight. “Never. You should never disagree with me.”
She laughed. “You have a lot to learn.”
He chuckled. “Do you really think I’d be happy with a woman who was cowed by my every demand? Who gave in and let me win every argument?”
“I sure hope not because if you would be happy with a woman like that, you picked the wrong one to marry.” She turned her head to capture his lips in a quick kiss when he swooped toward her neck again. “Actually, I was imagining how fun makeup sex would be after our disagreements.”
He growled. “Hmm. I might have to pick an argument with you very soon. Makeup sex sounds appealing.” He nuzzled her hair. “Although if the sex between us gets much better, it might kill us both.”
She started to reply, but a sharp pain shot through her stomach, and she gasped. Her breaths came in ragged pants as she tried to breathe through the inferno now burning inside her.
He pulled her back to his chest and wrapped his arms firmly around her, his mouth close to her ear. “Feel me, angel. Feel my heart beating slow and strong. Feel my steady breathing. Focus on it. Let your body mimic mine.”