Claiming Love

by Lucia Jordan

  Copyright © 2013 by Lucia Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Table Of Contents

  Book 1: The Mistake

  Book 2: The Promotion

  Book 3: The Goodbye

  Book 4: The Surrender

  Book 1: The Mistake

  Krista stood next to the bed, watching as her best friend fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. She'd seen Danny drunk before, but never like this. He was taking his break-up with Jessica really hard, which was unusual for him. Normally he'd shrug it off and move on. He wasn't doing that this time, though, and that worried Krista.

  "A little help would be nice," he mumbled.

  She laughed at him, but decided to help. It's not like she hadn't seen him shirtless before. Krista sat on the edge of the bed slowly unbuttoned his shirt, starting at the top and working her way down. When she'd unfastened the last one, she let her hand trail lightly across his smooth, flat, abdomen and around to his back, where she gave a gentle tug, freeing his shirt from the waistband of his pants. God, he had a fantastic body, broad shoulders, hard pecs, six-pack abs to die for, and a perfectly hairless, tanned chest-her favorite. She really liked how his hard body felt beneath her hand. Not wanting to stop touching just yet, she dragged her hand back around to his chest, hoping he was drunk enough that he wouldn't remember her stolen caress in the morning.

  Danny's head fell back to his shoulders, and he closed his eyes. A soft moan escaped from his lips, and Krista froze, momentarily paralyzed with fear. What the hell was she doing? Danny was her best friend. She shouldn't be touching him like she was. But she couldn't bring herself to stop, either. Christ, how many times had she fantasized about this exact moment? About being able to have the freedom to touch him however she pleased? No, this was so wrong. She removed her hand from his chest, and he jerked his head up. Against her better judgment, she met his gaze. His baby blue eyes were glassy, a direct result of too much alcohol, but they were also intense, filled with something she'd never seen before.

  "I'm sorry, Danny, I sh---" She was silenced by the feel of his mouth pressed against hers, of his tongue parting her lips and dipping inside her mouth for a taste. He had the softest lips. They were so plump and pouty. This, right now, was the first kiss they'd ever shared. Hell, they'd never even talked about kissing before. And now they were doing it. She knew she should stop it, but she didn't want to. The way his tongue explored her mouth with expert precision was mind blowing. It didn't take long for his taste to be seared into her taste buds, and she knew, no matter what happened, or how hard she tried, she'd never be able to get him out of her system now.

  Krista nipped erotically at his bottom lip, and he groaned. "Jesus Christ," he said on a breathless whisper. Danny took her face into his hands. "Don't do that."

  "Do what?" she asked innocently. "This?" She caught his bottom lip between her teeth again and gave it a firm tug. "Why can't I do that?" Krista asked, releasing his lip.

  "Damn it," he snarled moments before pushing her down on the bed and lying on top of her. He parted her thighs with his knees and pushed his crotch into her. He settled between her legs as if he'd been there before, as if he belonged, like it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be here like this.

  Her breath hitched at the feel of his massive erection pressing between her thighs. So lip biting turned Danny on, huh? She hadn't known that until now. Krista lifted her hips and ground her crotch against his. A soft moan left her mouth, and that only seemed to encourage him. He continued to dry hump her while he kissed, licked, and bit at her neck. Her entire body trembled beneath him as he dragged his mouth across her jaw and back to her lips. Danny kissed her again, and this time it was more demanding, more dominant.

  Krista moaned into his mouth, and Danny stopped kissing her, his entire body stilled. He brushed the hair from her forehead and held her gaze. Neither of them spoke. They didn't have to. They both knew what was about to happen, and they both wanted it. Slowly he moved his hips again, grinding and rotating against her. She grabbed his face and brought his lips back to hers. She wasn't even close to finished with them yet. Hell, she didn't think she'd ever be finished with them.

  "We're crossing a line, Krista," he said, nipping at her jaw, and then kissing it before moving back down to her neck.

  "I know," she whispered, arching her neck into his kiss. "God, that feels so good."

  Their friendship had withstood the test of time. They'd been through so much, things she didn't think they'd make it through, and they always did. They could have one night together, couldn't they? One night of glorious sex, that's all she wanted. They could make it through that. She knew they could.

  "We're drunk." His lips were on her collarbone, working south toward her breasts.

  "Yes." There was no use denying it. "What's your point?"

  "I don't want to take advantage of you." He slid his hand up her shirt and cupped her breast, kneading it gently in his hand. "Neither of us are really thinking very clearly."

  Should she tell him that she was thinking clearly? That she knew exactly what she was doing? And that she'd dreamt of something like this happening between them for years now? Should she also tell him that every time she had sex with a man she imagined it was him? Krista wanted to tell him. Danny was her best friend, and she'd always been able to talk to him. And God, how she wanted to bare her soul about this too, but she was terrified he'd take off running and never look back.

  "Are you going to remember any of this in the morning?" The sound of his deep, husky laugh was sexy as hell, and it raised the intensity of the moment.

  "Oh, yeah, I'll remember."

  "Good." He gave her another kiss before kneeling between her legs. "I want you to remember everything I'm about to do to you." He removed her shirt, and then her bra.

  Krista knew what he'd just said was nothing more than male bravado, but it didn't stop her throat from going dry or her heart from racing. His voice, his gaze, everything about him was so determined and intense. Danny leaned down and his lips closed around her nipple. She whimpered, her fingers bunching in his hair, his gloriously thick, silky hair. He tugged her nipple between his teeth and drew out before taking it fully back into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it before he moved on to the next. Christ, if he kept doing that she was going to come long before they ever got to have sex. It was unbelievable. "Danny..."

  He made his way back to her mouth. "God, I love hearing you say my name like that."

  Her ears perked. Had she just heard him correctly? It had to be the alcohol messing with her ability to think, hear, and comprehend anything he was saying. Hell, knowing her luck, she was probably just dreaming again. She'd wake up in the morning, horny, unsatisfied, and alone. Krista smiled. "Yeah, well, I love your mouth." Danny chuckled and brushed his lips back and forth over hers. She playfully tried to bite at them, knowing full well what effect it would have on him. "You're such a tease."

  "Trust me, sweetheart, there will be no teasing tonight." He once again kneeled between her legs and undid her jeans, guiding them down over her hips and off her legs. Danny's hands landed on her knees and he pushed them up the length of her legs. "Wow." He blew out a breath and dragged his hands back down. "You're so sexy, Krista."

 
"What?"

  He smiled and began to undo his own jeans. Krista was riveted by the sight, unable to look away. "Don't sound so surprised." He yanked his pants down his thighs and his raging hard-on made an impressive tent in the front of his boxer shorts. She instinctively licked her lips at the sight. "I'm not blind, Krista. I've checked you out." He got up long enough to remove his jeans, leaving him dressed in just his boxers.

  "You have?"

  Danny started a slow onslaught of kisses on her body, beginning with her mouth and working his way down. "Yes, baby, I've noticed." He kissed her stomach and belly button. "Every time we've hung out, I've noticed. And it wasn't lost on me the way you dress around me, walking around in those tight ass jeans and revealing tops." He kissed her inner thigh, first one, and then the other. "And the countless times I'd show up and you'd just be getting out of the shower. Your body covered in nothing but a towel." He slipped a finger into the side of her panties, his finger grazing her trimmed lips. She jerked at the unexpected sensation. He planted a firm kiss against her panties and she moaned loudly. "I swear you did that shit just to get to me."

  "I did," she admitted. Oh my God, I can't believe I just told him that.

  "My dick got hard every time, Krista. Every fucking time." He slid a finger into her and she cried his name. Danny looked up at her under his lashes, a roguish grin on his handsome face as he plunged that wonderful finger deeper into her, wiggling it hard and fast. With his free hand, he moved her panties to the side and his tongue found her clit, licking it and sucking it until it was swollen and aching and ready to explode. Krista's breathing turned to ragged gasps of his name and oh Gods. Fuck, it felt so good.

  "Mmm," he murmured, licking up one side of her sensitive folds and down the other, his finger stroking the delicate inner walls of her pussy. "You taste so fucking good."

  "Danny," she panted, bunching her fingers in his hair again and squeezing her thighs around his head.

  "Don't!" He draped his arm over her stomach to hold her down and he braced his wide shoulders between her thighs to hold them open. His hold was firm, borderline oppressive, and wholly dominate. Krista was at his mercy, and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. "I want to taste you when you come." His voice oozed sex.

  Christ, it was no wonder women threw themselves at him, and why they were so reluctant to let him go once they'd had him. Jessica was a fucking idiot. Krista gave herself over to the orgasm that was tearing through her body, threatening to rip her apart. Danny was relentless, his tongue and finger working in unison to bring her the ultimate pleasure, coaxing the orgasm from her body until she was reduced to a sweaty, writhing mess, clutching his back and shoulder blades as the tremors eased. Danny eased his finger from her and kissed her thighs before removing her now wet panties. "Oh my God, that was amazing," she said shamelessly.

  "You haven't seen anything yet. I'm just getting started." He dropped his boxers.

  Krista's eyebrows shot up. Just getting started... she wasn't sure what to make of that. And she didn't have time to think about it, either, because she was suddenly distracted by the sight of his cock. Wow! It was perfect, long and straight and thick. A bead of precum glistened on the head and she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting it. She wanted nothing more than to take him into her mouth and give him the same pleasure he'd just given her. Apparently, he had another idea. Tomorrow, she thought, tomorrow I'll give him a blowjob he'll never forget.

  Danny leaned over the side of the bed and rummaged in the drawer of the nightstand until he produced a condom. He deftly rolled it on and knelt between her legs. Krista sucked in a breath. This was it. Finally, after all these years, she was going to get to experience all of Danny, in a way she'd only ever dreamt of. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down toward him so that her ass was on his knees. Clutching the base of his cock he pressed the head into her pussy. They moaned simultaneously. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.

  Krista felt every inch of him as he entered her; her body stretched for him, welcomed him, and it took a while to adjust to the size of him, but Lord, once she did it was the most glorious feeling in the world. "Danny," she whimpered as he gave one final shove, burying his cock all the way inside of her, and then he stilled. Krista felt him throbbing, and it made her want to come again. She dug her fingernails into his arms, which were painfully gripping her waist.

  "Come here." He pulled her upper body toward him so that she was sitting on him. Only then did he begin to move, slow and easy at first, and then harder.

  She worked her hips against him, grinding her pussy in a circular motion. Her fingers clutched his shoulders as she clung to him. No cock had ever felt as good as his did. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Krista wanted more of him. She needed more. She needed to feel him deeper, even though she knew that wasn't possible.

  "Yeah, Krista, that's it baby. Ride my cock." He nipped at her bottom lip. "Fuck yeah."

  She dropped her forehead to his shoulder and relished the feel of his cock inside her. It was so deliciously wrong how good he felt. God, what she wouldn't give to be able to do this every night, to make love to him, and fall asleep in his arms.

  Danny's mouth was near her ear, his breath hot on her increasingly sweaty skin. "What do you want, baby? Hmm? All you have to do is ask."

  "You... more... deeper..." God, was she making any sense at all? Oh well, she didn't care so long as he continued to fuck her like he was.

  "More?" Danny smiled, and then guided her down onto the bed so that she was flat on her back again, and then he took her feet and propped her ankles on his shoulders. "I'll give you more." Then he put her hands over her head, pinning her wrists to the mattress, holding them tightly as his cock slid into her pussy with ease. Danny leaned over, pushing her knees to her shoulders. Krista screamed. The penetration was so deep it bordered on painful. He kissed her hard on the lips. "That better?" His thrusts were hard and fast. Her tits jiggled from the force and his balls slapped against her ass. It was the most incredible feeling in the whole world. "Huh? Is this what you wanted?"

  "Yes!"

  Danny slowly loosened his hold on her wrists, but didn't completely release her. "Do you trust me?" he whispered, brushing his lips back and forth over hers.

  "Yeah..." It came out as more of a moan than a word.

  He smiled with a devious little glimmer in his eyes. She wasn't able to see what he was doing but she felt it and heard it. He pulled her right hand above her head, and then her left, toward the headboard. Something cold and hard clasped her wrists, and then she heard the distinct clicking sound of a lock. Krista's eyes widened and time seemed to momentarily stop. She yanked against her restraints, and the sound of metal scraping against wood swirled around her. "Danny... what... I don't..."

  "Shh," he said, kissing her on the mouth. "Trust me, okay? I won't hurt you. I promise." He put his hands on either side of her head and thrust into her, hard and fast.

  Holy hell! Between her hands being handcuffed to the headboard, and her body folded in half, she was on a pleasure overload. He was pushing buttons she didn't know could be pushed, stroking the deepest, most delicate parts of her body. If it continued like this, if Danny kept going at the pace he was going, she swore she'd be able to see God. She cried his name repeatedly.

  "Ah, fuck, Krista, I'm gonna come. It's just too fucking good, I can't stop... ah, God... yeah."

  His cock swelled inside of her, and then he jerked several times as he came hot and hard. She was moments behind him, screaming through her orgasm, bucking and writhing, pulling against her restraints. She was desperate to be able to touch him, hold onto him until the tsunami of sensations passed. She'd never experienced anything like it before. She was dizzy and tired. Her eyelids closed of their own volition and everything went black.

  *****

  Krista awoke the following morning, sore, groggy, and hung over. She groaned. And then the memory of where she was and what happened last night flooded her mind. She bolted up, clutched the
silk sheet to her naked body, and looked around. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears. She was alone in the bed. For that, she was thankful. But where was Danny? Dropping her head into her hands, she groaned again. Oh God! Danny. How was she going to face him after last night? What would she say to him? She didn't regret a moment of what they'd shared, but did he feel the same?

  It was now or never, she thought as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor, and a hot flash washed over her body as she remembered how Danny had undressed her, the heated kisses, the soft touches. Instinctively, she pressed her thighs together to squelch the growing desire she felt. She quickly dressed. Krista had sex with Danny last night. It was literally a dream come true for her, but as she made her way out of the bedroom, her nerves got the best of her.

  Danny was in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove, making scrambled eggs. They smelled heavenly, and her stomach growled. Danny loved to cook, and he was good at it, too. It was a running joke between them that whenever he got married, him and his wife would be fighting over who got to cook the meals. He'd always say that he'd solve that problem by marrying a woman like Krista---a woman who didn't like to cook, a woman who had a talent for burning water. She'd normally laugh at him, and make a sarcastic remark about her lack of cooking skills, but now, as she stood in Danny's kitchen and watched him, she realized for the first time that he was so much more than just her best friend. He was the man she loved, the man she wanted to spend her life with.

  He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. They hung on his hips like they were specially made just for his body. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him dressed like that, but the effect it had on her now was different. He had really great legs for a man; they were lean and muscular, no doubt a result of all the years he'd spent jogging and playing basketball. And his ass---she stifled a groan. So round and firm, not one of those flat butts like a lot of the guys she dated had. A moment of regret consumed her as she realized she never had the chance to grab, or even look at, his naked ass last night. That was probably because he'd handcuffed her to the bed. Her face flushed crimson. She'd heard that Danny was into bondage and some other kinky stuff, but they'd never talked about it. That was an unspoken rule between them. They didn't talk about their respective sex lives with each other. And because of that, there were things she didn't know about him, things that other women did with him, and that had really bothered Krista.