"Oh, Jesus, Lindsey.” He was going to lose it. Right there. Right then. And she hadn't even sucked on his dick yet. His hands knotted as he fought back the rising tide of need. This wasn't something he wanted to rush. He wanted this to last. But if she kept at it...
As if she was eating her favorite dessert, she moaned over every lick.
Abruptly, she took to using short quick swipes of her tongue to gobble up the syrup. Her lips sucked now and then, making sure to catch every drop. Her lips were greedy and sure.
Sweat coated his chest.
He shut his eyes. He had to. He couldn't take watching her mouth devouring the sweet while his dick pulsed in need. An early warning drew up his balls. But when she sucked on the head to slurp his dick into the warmth behind her lips, his eyes opened.
Her teeth scraped him and he groaned. Unpracticed. As eager as her mouth was, he could tell she hadn't done this much. Trying to draw him deeper, her teeth rubbed his skin. Yeah, she was unpracticed. The thought stroked his lust. He liked Lindsey learning as she went down on him. Jesus. He loved the feel of her exploring mouth. She had him feeling like a youth in his need. And like a man in his desire to claim her for his own.
Recklessly, his heart rate escalated.
Lust rushed his blood. Buzzed in his mind.
On a groan, he dropped his head back to enjoy the erotic pleasure. In and out, she worked him to take him a bit deeper on each stroke.
So damn good.
Screwing her lips down around him, she moaned.
On a rush of need, he arched his hips up. “Lindsey!"
She didn't pull away, only sucked harder.
Deeper.
From his balls, his come burst out on short blasts of release, of pleasure. He was left shaky. It was only when she lifted her head and sat back that his head cleared. It was the first time anyone had swallowed for him. The very first time. Hell, other than the first time a woman had put her mouth on his dick, it had been the only time he hadn't put a condom on.
It was the most sexually reckless thing he'd ever allowed. It was also the most amazing thing anyone had ever done for him.
* * * *
Hours later, Lindsey sipped her drink and sighed. Excitement danced along her nerve endings. How easy it was to talk with Abram. Companionship. What a high today was turning out to be! Leaning back, she drew on the straw, enjoying the mind freeze from the icy margarita.
"You need to take it easy on that second one."
"It's so good.” Abram was so good. What a beautiful time she was having with him. They'd ridden both the Big Shot and X Scream. She'd loved them. They'd become her favorite rides. “Lunch was good too.” She looked over at his empty plate.
"I eat a lot of Mexican."
Not surprised, she smiled. “Do you cook or eat out more often?"
"Hey, I'm an excellent cook.” He gave her a mock-affronted expression. “Though my limit is rice, eggs, salad, and steak."
She laughed. “I bet you can pour cereal, too."
"Yes, ma'am.” He nodded. “I promise never to let you starve.” He finished his beer. “All joking aside, if it's Mexican cuisine, I can dish it up. How about you?"
"Well, I was raised on American fare. But I love Italian, Greek, and Mexican too.” She sipped for a moment. “Oh, I love to bake.” She loved baking so much, she had learned to create low-calorie desserts.
"Sounds like we need to hook up. You make a dessert for me a couple times a week and I promise to do all the cooking on our camping trips."
Heat spread up her neck. And it wasn't from the tequila in the frozen margarita. This was the second time he'd teased about them hooking up after today. The first had come while they'd stood in line for the Big Shot. The thought pleased her, thrilled her, and unnerved her. Was he teasing? What if he wasn't? And God, what would her mom say? For sure, she'd never approve of her choice in Abram. Though at the moment, she didn't care what she would think. As insane as it was, she wanted Abram.
After another swallow of the drink, she dared to look up. “Hook up?"
"It's Vegas” His gaze didn't waver. “Let's get married."
Her breath caught. Surely, he couldn't be for real.
"You take some time to think my offer over.” Abram winked at her. “Until then tell me, do you have any vices?"
"Vices?” She blinked. Vices?
"Smoking? Illicit drugs? Gambling?” He looked completely serious. “Do you engage in risky behaviors?"
Again, she blinked. “Risky behaviors?"
"You know, things like hang gliding or motorcycle racing."
"God, no.” She laughed. “And they're not on my list of things to do, either."
The waitress set another beer in front of him. Instead of taking a drink, he grasped the bottle in his hand. “Lindsey, you should know I investigated you."
"What?” She sat forward.
"Nothing deep. I took a chance you used your real name in the game.” He shrugged. “Look, Lindsey, we don't have much time left. You should know I'm crazy about you."
Crazy about you...
"I have been since I saw your name on your driver's license."
Mortified, she gasped. He'd seen that picture.
"I had to look. I was interested in you...” He turned the bottle around in his hand. “I needed to know you were real and weren't a wanted woman."
Crazy about you...
Who had he fallen for? Her or her character? He'd checked her out, he knew her character, not her. No matter how much of herself she poured into her online persona. Her heart beat wildly. “You checked me out."
"Please forgive me for intruding that way."
"You've seen my driver's license picture and still had sex with me ... cybersex..."
"Nearly every night for the past three months.” A tic formed in his jaw. “Lindsey, you're a beautiful woman. I'm going to enjoy helping you to believe the fact."
Crazy about you...
And she was more than crazy about him.
"You want to marry me?"
"Yes.” He withdrew a small box from his pocket and slid it across the table. “We're in Sin City. You think about it until after dinner. We can find a chapel any time, if you're interested."
With trembling fingers, she lifted the lid. The box held an engagement ring. Her birthstone was showcased by several diamonds. “It's lovely."
"It may not fit. I asked my cousin what size ring she wore."
In a panic, she snapped the lid closed. Heart hammering, she took a long pull on the straw, earning herself another mind freeze. “Oh, Abram. You're serious?” Clearly, he'd put thought into this weekend. This was beyond her wildest dreams. Excitement curled her toes, fluttered in her stomach. He wanted to make her his wife. Never in her life had she been so tempted to squeal in happiness before. “Yes” was on the tip of her tongue.
"Very much so, mujer hermosa.” He drank a quarter of the bottle in one swallow. “Look, if we hadn't met the way we did I'd be going about all this differently. But after the real deal, I can't go back to pretend. Can you understand that?"
She moaned. God, yes. The cyber games had been great while they'd lasted. But nothing compared to what they now shared.
He exhaled noisily. “If there's anything you want to know about me, all you've got to do is ask."
A delicious quiver raced through her body. Abram was serious. He not only wanted her, he wanted to get married.
Did she dare?
Oh God ... This was just too wild to consider.
Crazy about you...
She whimpered.
Did she want to?
God, yes.
What else did she need to know about him? Religious beliefs? Political party? Finances? “Who'd handle the checkbook?"
"Would you want to?"
"I think so.” She nodded in affirmation.
"Then the chore would be yours.” His brown gaze was as steady as ever. “Lindsey, before you give us too much thought, I want to stress what a real bitch my
job can be."
She nodded.
"When I leave the station, I do my best to leave the baggage at work, but sometimes I fail."
"Oh, Abram...” She couldn't wait to research his career. Already, she wanted to soothe away the stress of a long day. Her chest constricted as she realized she'd already decided she'd be the one to move across the country...
The bottle turned within the circumference of his hand.
"Hmm, you asked about vices..."
His gaze turned sharp. “Yes."
"Well, I have one."
"What's that?"
She leaned across the table, keeping his gift clutched in her hand. “You and the hot sex we've been having."
He groaned.
"Let's go back to the hotel room for a little afternoon delight.” Yes, with Abram she felt like a beautiful woman. She'd finally come into her own. No, that wasn't exactly right. As wild as it sounded, there was something about him that completed her. Something she wanted more of.
Crazy about you...
"Oh, Abram. I'm crazy about you too."
* * * *
"Tell me, what one thing wouldn't you put up with from your husband?"
Lindsey gasped as Abram took her nipple into his mouth. His tongue toyed with the ring she wore. She moaned, loving the difference in their skin tones. His was so much darker than her own. His looked delicious and erotic.
"Oh.” She sighed at the feel of his rapid breath on her skin. “I ... I'd never want to be abused."
"I'd never harm you.” The rough palm of his hand massaged her breast as he continued to suckle. She wanted to scream from the growing sensual tension. Instead, she panted. Urged him to move over to the breast that he'd been ignoring. She whimpered when he minded her. With his tongue, he tweaked and stoked the extended peak while fondling the sensitive globe. “Not ever."
A breath shuddered through her. She believed him. As crazy as it sounded, she believed him. “And you?” She arched her body. “What one thing would you never accept?"
Her pussy was so wet. Swollen. Needy. And all he did was tease her senseless. She took hold of his powerful shoulders. The muscles bunched under her grasping fingers as he shifted back to the first breast.
Abram lifted his head and shifted up her body. “Infidelity.” His dark gaze bore into hers. “I ask you to tell me if you ever discover someone else who turns your crank."
Cheat on Abram? Impossible. Even through cyberspace, no one had ever attracted her the way he did. Now that she'd met him, gotten to know him more ... and the way he made love with her ... The thought was insanely impossible. No one could be more perfect for her.
But infidelity wasn't something she wanted to face either. She'd had a friend in college whose boyfriend had cheated on her. She'd cried. It had seemed like the most awful feeling ever. And they made enough songs to convey the pain cheating caused.
No, abuse and infidelity she couldn't cope with. “I'd never hurt you in such a way.” She caught his face between her hands. “I would never want you to cheat on me, either. I'd rather you just be honest and tell me if you found someone new."
"Never.” He pressed his mouth to her lips for a single kiss. “Ah, my mujer hermosa, I'd never be unfaithful."
She gulped a shaky breath and continued to cling to his hard body. They were talking as if she'd already agreed to his marriage proposal. In her heart, she had. Emotions swamped her. Not only did she feel adored and wanted, she felt worthy. “You really want to marry me?” Excitement swirled in her stomach.
"Jesus, yeah."
Lindsey whimpered. She'd never thought this day would come. God help her. Truth was, she'd dreamed this might happen. Fantasized that they would click in the real world too. Click enough to where he'd want her forever and always. And now that seemed to be a reality.
She'd never been so tempted by anything in her life. “It's just it seems so..."
"Lindsey?” His brown gaze threatened to consume her. “What does your instinct tell you? Do you want to belong to me?"
"Yes.” She nodded with a clogged throat. It wasn't the wild, hot city influencing her. It wasn't the fact she'd never done anything spontaneous before in her life. It was her desire, her heart, driving her. This man did things to her that she'd never thought possible. “As crazy as it sounds, I want to marry you."
On a groan, he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss.
For a moment, she reveled in the thrill. “Wait.” She pushed at his shoulder. “Wait."
"Yeah?"
"Children. Do you want any children?” Her breath caught on the important question. She should've asked him before she'd agreed.
Abram stilled. “I don't want a child today or tomorrow. But by the time I'm forty, I'd like to have one or two."
She closed her eyes. What a great answer. The perfect answer. At some point, she wanted a child too. Just not today. She wanted time to grow with him as a couple. Learn every detail about him she could. “And if one of us can't have a child?"
"I'd be okay with adoption."
"Abram...” She pulled him down for another kiss.
"Jesus, you're killing me.” He nibbled on her lips. “Does this mean eventually you want a kid too?"
"Oh, yes.” Craving more of him, she suckled his lower lip before spreading kisses over his face.
He laughed and arched his hips, sending his cock along the apex of her legs.
"Hmm, it feels like you're ready for round two.” After lunch they'd come back to the room. Abram had made love to her hard and fast. The sliding of his stiff length on her wet folds just now had rallied her desire. Now, she wanted it slow and easy.
With practiced motions, he heightened her sense of sexual awareness. His hard body rubbed and caressed her from his muscled legs to his powerful arms that rested along her own. On one heartbeat, he kindled the growing blaze. On the next, he provoked a response.
She squirmed, wanting more of the delicious sensations that swirled in the core of her being. She writhed and shifted at the slow bump and grind of his cock against her tight clit.
At the first straining pulls of her inner muscles, her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Abram!” The arousal pulsed and danced outward from her clit in deep waves as she climaxed.
Groaning, he shifted to straddle her chest. He placed his cock between her heavy breasts and squeezed them together to stroke his cock through the passage they created.
Lindsey moaned, loving the feel of him fucking himself with her large breasts. Her breasts ached at the force he used. Arousal built on each thrust of his rigid cock. She moaned in pleasure.
Holding her swollen globes together, he pumped his cock back and forth along her sweaty flesh.
On a groan and an arch of his hips, he came.
Greedily, she extended her tongue trying to catch some of the streams.
He sprayed her neck and face. The experience left her breathless and wanton. And achy. With a finger, she caught some of his come and licked it clean. “You cheated me..."
"You came.” He looked down at her through half-lidded eyes.
"Yes, but you have real poor aim."
"Jesus, Lindsey.” He gave a half chuckle. “You're so fucking hot.” He rolled off her to allow her to sit up.
Something about Abram made her insatiable. “Come take a shower with me.” Over her shoulder, she watched as he grabbed protection.
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Chapter Four
Abram kept Lindsey close as they danced after a nice dinner out with a few of her online friends. A rehearsal dinner, Cynthia had teased.
He had real trouble focusing beyond Lindsey's lush body. She was so damn shy on the dance floor. She kept her head tucked close.
After a stop into the Clark County Marriage Bureau for a marriage license, they'd made reservations to get married in one of Vegas's many chapels. His mamá would beat him with the biggest stick she could find when she learned what he'd done. Was about to do. But his gut told him t
o take this opportunity. Claim Lindsey as his own.
Not everything in life needed to be scrutinized.
Not everything in life needed to be planned.
Some things in life simply needed to be lived.
This was one of those moments.
His mamá would have to settle for a reception. Hell, she could invite all of Phoenix for all he cared.
But he wanted to make sure Lindsey was completely enthusiastic over this wedding, their wedding. His hand drifted up to caress her cheek to get her to meet his gaze. “You sure about this marriage?"
"Yes.” She laughed before kissing him. “Quit asking me. I'm not going to change my mind."
Eyes closed, he cradled her close once more. He nuzzled her ear. “Lindsey Rios."
Her arms slinked around his shoulders. “So, I guess we know who'll be taking whose name."
"This isn't an area I'll be compromising.” More than eager to have her take his name, he chuckled. “I'm not taking your name."
Playfully, her teeth nipped the skin below his ear.
"Fuck.” He shivered, but managed to keep his hands off her ass.
"So what areas are you willing to compromise on?"
His heart raced along with the music. “Say, if you want a pet, I suppose we can get one."
"Good, because I have a cat."
"Figures.” He snorted. “Damn furballs."
"Abram!” She pushed at his shoulders. But he held her in place.
"I'm teasing.” He kissed her temple and gave up all pretense at trying to dance. Holding her close was enough. “Furballs are great."
"Abram!"
He laughed and hugged her. “I've gotten used to seeing cats on a regular basis. Mountain lions roam in my patrol areas."
"Mountain lions?” She lifted her head to meet his gaze.
Again, he chuckled at her expression. “Hungry mountain lions are the least of my worries while on the job.” Desperate illegals, drug smugglers, and sex traffickers ... Yeah, the mountain lions paled in comparison. “I'll even walk your furball if you want."
"Abram, you don't walk cats.” Teasingly, her teeth caught his earlobe. “She's fat and spends most of time lazing in a sunny spot."
"Now, I want her life.” He snorted. “She's going to get fit real fast running and hiding from my three pit bulls."
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