She was blessed to have him in her life, and she knew it. Natasha couldn’t help but grin.
“You’re smiling.”
“Am I?” Chris asked.
“Yes.”
“Then I must really be happy to be in this relationship with you, Natasha.”
That was all she wanted to hear. Natasha prayed that every day, he’d love her more and more.
It looked like she was getting her wish.
She wanted him to always look at her like that.
He held out his hand.
She took it.
Chris tugged her onto the bed, and she tumbled against him. As she fell, Natasha found herself trapped in his arms.
There was no place she’d rather be.
This was her version of heaven.
His chest hair tickled her breasts, and his big hands held her tightly to his body.
She giggled and squirmed against him. “I love this part of our day and night. You feel nice,” she offered, rubbing her long leg up and down his hip, “but I think I like being beneath you more.”
“Well then,” he stated, rolling until she was trapped under his big, bulky frame.
The sheets got caught all around her, and Natasha’s arms were pinned above her.
When his mouth found her breast, she gasped in a mix of pleasure and want. “Christopher!”
He grinned wickedly, as he went from breast to breast, satiating the need.
Yeah, she’d been right.
He was a breast man.
He lit her body on fire with wet, openmouthed kisses. They ignited something in her that only he could bring out. She moaned in pleasure, as the heat began building. It started in her gut and moved through her like wildfire.
“Who loves you?” he asked.
She knew the answer.
There was only him.
“YOU!” she shouted, as his other hand wandered down her body to tease her between her legs.
That was the truth.
It was only this man who could do this to her every day for the rest of her life. She was made for him.
He was made for her.
“I can’t wait to be buried in your body,” he said, feeling the wetness between her legs.
She was ready.
“I want to ride you,” she begged, knowing that was his favorite position.
“Then you need to get free,” he teased, as he held her trapped beneath him.
As she struggled to get free of the sheets, the tangle of them drove them both insane. She was his prisoner, and he was doing whatever he wanted to her body.
He moved lower.
He tormented her.
He drove her wild.
He devoured her.
Chris knew very little in life. He was an ex-cop, a roughneck, but he knew how to make her scream his name.
Those were his greatest accomplishments.
When she didn’t stop him, he went for it.
Chris’s mouth was on autopilot. He knew what made her wild, and as her body jerked beneath his oral assault, Chris knew he would never get enough.
“Fall for me, Anzehlina,” he whispered, nipping the most sensitive part of her body to shove her off the edge.
When she tumbled, he watched the red flush sweep up her skin. There was no way she could fake that.
Despite what his scumbag ex said to him about his lack of skill in bed. Natasha wasn’t faking it, and that he loved so very much.
He loved honesty in a relationship.
“Oh God!” she shouted as the pleasure wracked her body, making the orgasm that much more powerful.
Chris slid up her torso, noticing that his sexy minx was still trapped. “Can’t get free?” he asked.
She smiled.
“I never want to be free of this.”
That’s what he wanted to hear.
“I want to feel more,” Natasha stated.
Well, he could give her that.
Moving to press her into the soft cushion of the mattress, his mouth drove her wild all over again. First there was kisses, and then bites to her flushed flesh.
“Chris!” she pleaded, still unable to get her arms unwound from beneath the sheets. “I need to be free,” she begged.
“No. I like you this way,” Chris admitted as his erection was throbbing.
“I need you.”
He needed her too.
What he wanted was to bury himself deep within her body.
Soon, he’d be doing just that.
As she struggled to catch her breath, he continued to work his way around her body, finding her even more wet and ready for him. With lips and tongue, he teased her more.
“Please,” she begged, wanting to run her hands all over him.
Quickly, he whipped her body back to the edge and over. He loved hearing her shout his name as she tumbled. When she was vibrating in need, he moved up her body to stare into her brilliant eyes.
“One day, it’ll be our wedding day,” he offered.
Her heart quaked in her chest. She knew how hard that was for him to say it. Natasha knew that with him, she’d have to patiently wait.
Chris wasn’t one to rush.
She didn’t need him to either. Honestly, she was good with being his girlfriend. She had all the perks, and none of the worries. He was happy, and so was she.
While everyone else rushed into marriage, she wanted to take her time. This phase of wooing was heavenly.
She’d never been allowed to date or have a boyfriend. This was pretty special for her.
“When we’re both ready,” she whispered back. “Only then.”
He loved her even more for that one sentence.
She got him.
She understood.
It made him want to do cartwheels. There was finally a woman who understood he couldn’t be anyone but himself. Chris couldn’t rush—not after his past.
He just couldn’t.
Maybe they’d stay like this for a while, enjoying the happiness of the moment. He never had a long-term girlfriend. It was really nice.
As he was focused on their relationship, Natasha finally freed herself from the tangle only to find him staring down at her.
“I want to taste you,” she said, running her hands up his big barrel chest.
His heart began pounding.
Chris was more than okay with that. “I need your mouth on me,” he said, rolling to his back. “Do your worst.”
Natasha was giddy.
She perched herself between his legs as she prepared to begin.
Tentatively, she stroked him.
He groaned in pleasure.
“Have at me.”
Oh, she could do that. At first, her fingers teased him, pulling a low moan from his mouth. When her lips took over, it became desperate.
This was the happiest moment of her life. She loved giving him these tender caresses. It wound them together even more. He was hers, and she was his.
Here was the proof.
His hands found the lushness of her glossy red hair as he controlled the depth of her strokes.
It was Heaven and Hell.
There was nothing more erotic than watching his naked girlfriend pleasuring his body.
When she pulled away, he glanced down his body, trying to catch his breath.
“Did I do that right?” she offered, running her fingers down his thighs.
His brain spun at all the possibilities of what he could ask her to do.
“Again, you can’t really do that wrong. No man is ever going to complain,” he said, grinning.
“Can I finish?” she asked.
Oh, he couldn’t say no to her.
“Yes, Anzehlina.”
Her mouth sought him out. The second the wet warmth enveloped him, he was more than happy.
He was at peace.
She worked him hard, and Chris held on with everything in him, but he was close to the edge.
He teetered between orgasm and pain.
/> Finally, he had to have her stop.
“I’m going to cum. Stop, baby.”
She set him free.
“I really need you to climb on and ride me. I want to see your breasts bounce, as I’m buried in your body.”
She flushed red at his words.
Chris knew she was embarrassed by some of the things he said to her. Only, he needed her to adjust. For so many years, he’d put his needs on the back burner.
Now he was in control of his wants, and she was at the top of the list.
“I want to watch you use me to get off.”
Natasha couldn’t believe someone wanted her this much. It staggered her.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I want you screaming my name as we fuck. Now ride me, and ride me hard!”
She grinned wickedly. “Yes, Captain,” Natasha said, sliding back up his body.
Over the weeks of lovemaking, he found this was the position he loved best.
For him, it had a spectacular view.
She began sliding him home, and he wanted more. With his large hands, he pulled her down hard, sheathing himself in her body.
They both moaned.
Then she began moving.
Chris focused on the slide in and out of her body, watching his erection slick and swollen with need.
His hands went to her hips, and he helped her take the ride.
“More!” he ordered.
Natasha let go of any inhibitions.
The bouncing was torture. When he said hard, she’d given him exactly what he’d asked for too.
He hoped Natasha was close, because he certainly was going to cum at any second.
When her body shook, he roughly rubbed her clit with his thumb.
She exploded, taking him over the edge.
The spiral of pleasure and lust washed over them, as she collapsed onto him.
Then, as they floated, silence fell.
When he could finally see straight, Chris rolled her to the side of his body.
Once there, she cuddled against him like always.
His heart melted.
“Chris?” she asked glancing up at him.
“What?”
“I love you.”
He grinned. “I love you too,” he offered, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. “I couldn’t live without you,” he said.
He knew it was true.
He’d seen it, finally.
Love was pretty freaking amazing, and Chris was glad he found her.
“We should get ready for the wedding,” he said.
“We should. I’m going to have to shower again. Someone got me all sweaty. Care to join me?”
He was up for it.
Literally.
Natasha had that effect on him. She seemed to make him feel like a teenager again.
It was a gift.
“I seem to have a problem.”
She ran her hand over his erection. “I can fix that.”
He grinned wickedly. “Prove it.”
And Natasha did.
* * * G r e y s o n C r o f t * * *
Steele sat in a chair in Emma and Greyson’s room. He was as nervous as hell. This was a huge day, but even more so, tonight was going to be his and Dante’s wedding night.
“You look like you’re ready to bolt,” Emma said, clipping on some pretty earrings that Greyson had given her.
“I was thinking about sex.”
“And staring at me. That’s alarming. I already heard you talking to Dimitri and thanking him for the make out session. What the hell is going on at Terrace Glen?” she teased.
He laughed. “I needed that.”
“Care to share?” she asked.
“I told off my mother. I was at the top of the world, and low and behold, there was a sexy Russian man there too.”
She snorted. “Did you really do it?”
“I did. I gave him the full gay treatment—tongue and all. He didn’t stop me, so I partied at my own bachelor party for two.”
She loved Dimitri even more.
He’d taken one for the team, and he’d healed this man.
“But, now you look worried. What gives?”
He knew he could trust her. “I was thinking about how I’m going to cry.”
“During the wedding? That’s normal.”
Steele shook his head.
“During sex?” she asked, moving to his side.
“Maybe.”
Emma sat beside him. “What’s going on, Steele? You can tell me.”
“What if he looks at me down there, and he’s appalled?”
Now she got it.
He’d been brutalized, and he was worried he didn’t look like a man.
“Want to show me?” she asked.
He stared at her. “Now something is going on here at Terrace Glen. You just asked to check out a gay man’s junk. What the hell, Emma?”
She snorted. “Yeah, the pregnant woman wants to check out your goods while her caveman freaks out. I like to walk on the wild side.”
He got up and began pacing.
“Steele, you’re my friend, and you’re about to be my brother. Let me check out your equipment so you don’t have a freak out. I get to stare at a lot of dick. Greyson has a high sex drive, thank you God, but I know what it’s supposed to look like down there.”
He knew she’d be honest with him.
Still, it felt weird. He’d never shown his goods to a woman before.
“I won’t turn you un-gay,” she teased.
“Is that really a thing?”
She snorted.
“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone,” he said. “I feel like an idiot, especially since I’m a doctor, but I know you won’t lie.”
“Who am I going to tell? Greyson?” she asked, laughing. “Dante?”
She had a point.
“Is the door locked?”
She headed toward it and clicked the lock.
“Okay, Doctor Bentley, drop your drawers and let me see what you’ve got in your tool box.”
“I hope that’s not what you say to Greyson.”
She laughed. “I’ll pee myself. Stop stalling. Let me see your dick.”
He undid his pants and dropped them. She giggled at the boxers. They had hearts all over them.
“Emma! Come on! This is serious!” he said, trying not to laugh.
“Okay, sorry. You’re wearing hearts. That’s the sweetest thing ever. I lost my head for a second. I swear. I won’t laugh. I’m serious now.”
He slipped his fingers into his waistband and pulled his boxers down, standing there in front of Emma.
Bottomless.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Steele, but you look like every other man out there. The junk is all there.”
“Not all of it.”
She moved closer.
This was love.
She was checking out his gear.
“Okay, so you’re one ball short of the game, but really, that’s not shocking. I see one stick and one ball. You can definitely play in tonight’s opening event.”
“Nothing horrifying? How’s the scarring?” he asked, crossing his fingers.
“I see a scar or two, but that makes you bad ass. As for horrifying, other than I’m checking out my friend and soon to be brother’s goods? Nope. You pass. As a woman who gets up close and personal with male anatomy, I wouldn’t even bat an eyelash if we were doing it.”
He sighed. “Thank you for that. Well, not the last part, because I don’t think I want to picture that.”
“HEY!”
“No! Not that. You know what I mean!”
She laughed. “I do. Now you can ‘I do’ too.”
“I appreciate this, Em!”
Emma was glad she could help. In Casa Croft, she was accustomed to men running around in their boxers. For the longest time, it had been her, Greyson, and Curtis.
Then Dante.
She’d seen Dimitri sw
imming, and the man did NOT like to wear trunks. He liked to wear something very tiny, and revealing everything.
She’d seen more flashes of man goods than any woman in their lifetime.
This was nothing.
“I feel better.”
“Well, yank your boxers back up because you’ll feel dead if Greyson finds out,” she teased.
He knew the man wouldn’t be angry.
“I was going to ask him, but that felt awkward.”
She snorted. “For him or you?”
“For me when I tried to picture what was going on in his pants. You know, since I get to sleep with his brother, who looks like him, and I’m sure…”
She laughed about that. “Over my dead body are you getting that fantasy. You got to make out with Dimitri. Your fun is OVER,” she said, hugging him.
Steele held on to her.
“Thank you for everything,” he said. “Today…it’s huge for me. Knowing that I have you in my life is enough to chase away all the things that scare me.”
For that, she was grateful.
Emma knew family came first.
He was family.
“Yeah, today is huge, and tonight is huge for Dante,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Doctor Bentley is hung.”
He laughed. “That’s so inappropriate, and yet ego lifting at the same time,” he teased. “I’m two for two today. I made out with a sexy killer, and my best girl-friend thinks I’ve got game. Today is a good one for me.”
Emma gave him a kiss on the lips. “You are going to make a handsome groom.”
He hoped so.
All he wanted was to make Dante proud.
He wanted to heal.
He wanted to love.
Steele wanted to move on from that horrible day where he’d been taken, sodomized, and destroyed.
He wanted to move on with their lives, and sex was the only thing holding him back.
“I have something for you,” she said, going to her jewelry box.
“What?” he asked.
Emma pulled out a silk, blue pocket square. It was monogramed with the letter ‘C’.
“When I got married to Greyson here in Vegas, he gave me this after we said I do. It’s always meant the world to me. It’s the day I became a Croft, and I want you to have it for your big day. You’re entering our family—officially—and that’s huge.”
She placed it in his hand.
“Emma, I can’t take this. This is precious to you.”
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