March Heat

by Chase Jackson

  Behind you.

  I whipped around, and my eyes widened when I saw her in a bikini. She stepped down into the hot tub, and the foamy bubbles surrounded her in delectable steam. A ferocious grin spread across my face, and I moved in on her. My naked muscles enclosed her in all my power, and she gave herself over to me.

  What did we come to Vegas for, if not for this? What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas. Right? Why not? All my excitement flared to life, and her legs slithered around my chiseled bulk. The water closed us in a slippery envelope. She slid across my skin, and I stroked the bubbly water all over her. Our lips closed in a passionate kiss that would never end.

  Her body responded to me hotter and faster than I could ever believe. I had to have her. She carried a part of me inside her I could only get by coming together with her. Getting together with her in the hot tub only consummated something that happened a long time ago.

  She didn’t want to let herself go, but once she did, she embraced it in all her glory. That inner mystery shone from inside her like some mystical star. It made my life worth living. She would share it with me, just as soon as she stopped kissing me and throwing herself on the hard cock inside my shorts.

  I burrowed one hand under her top and tugged the knot free. I released her breasts into my grasp, and they floated on the roiling surface straight into my mouth. My other hand discovered the seam where her bikini bottoms draped around her hips. I inched inside to pinch her ass and ease her tighter onto my lap.

  I never wanted to be anywhere else but locked with her in this eternal embrace. I never wanted any woman’s hands on my skin but hers. She hitched her pelvis forward to jab into me. Her bikini scrunched out of the way, so she sat down bare on my lap.

  I flexed my biceps against her ribs to haul her in close. My tongue lapped hotter around her mouth and brought all the steaming juices gushing from her insides. I clamped one hand over her breast and chewed her nipple between my teeth.

  She wet my hair with her damp fingers raking through it. Every inch of her skin showing above the water glistened and flashed bright and wet. I hungered for that skin in my mouth. I had to get near her. I had to get nearer than the water all around us.

  14

  Victoria

  In an instant, he slid his shorts down. His rock hard cock gouged between my inflamed tissues, and the lubricating wetness welcomed him in. The intensity of my feelings for him married in a seamless ecstasy with the blazing desire smoking in my core.

  He hesitated there, but my crazy lust wouldn’t me sit still. I hopped on his cock in all my animal madness and sat down to drive it into my deepest recesses. Brady threw back his head with a roar. His arms tightened to two iron straps around my ribs until I couldn’t stand the strain, but his throbbing cock pulsed inside me to drive me into the stratosphere.

  I bucked my hips against him. Both his hands clamped around my ass to pound me against him. The next thing I knew, his teeth closed around my nipple again. Oh, Jesus! I couldn’t stand it. He turned me on so much I had to inhale him into myself. His cock slotted so nice and tight along my channel I never wanted to let it go.

  He cradled my head behind my neck, and my spine whipped back and forth from the devastating penetrations rocking through me. I panted for every breath.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, yes.”

  He blistered little love bites up my chest, along my neck to my chin, but I didn’t notice. I only knew the comfortable fullness of his stiff cock exciting all my pleasure spots to raging rapturous bliss.

  I planted my feet on either side of his hips to widen my legs even farther. My thighs burned from the effort, but nothing could stop me now. I hit him as hard as I could to make the water splash out of the hot tub. Where did he end and I begin? How could I experience this bliss with him, only to walk away?

  I had to keep coming back for more. I had to keep taking him deeper and harder and longer. I had to climax again and again on his dripping shaft. I couldn’t live without it. He completed me as no one else ever could. He touched a part of me so deep I never knew it was there.

  Oh, he was ten times sweeter every time I gave myself to him. Those arms, that cock, those lips, those teeth biting me—I could never get enough. He hugged me behind the ass and followed my natural movements until I slammed my hips into him.

  He didn’t have to do anything but sit there and nail me. I wanted it so bad I did all the moving for both of us. Oh, please God, let it keep going like this and never stop. Let me die right now, as long as I can die with him inside my puffy pink hole.

  My ass ached pounding against his thighs. Nothing satisfied my itch but to thrust into him, to rock and roll and sob in beautiful fulfillment. Let it be his cock that gives me pleasure. Let it be his fingers indenting my flesh and his mouth sucking on my sensitive tits. I could lose everything else, but not this.

  I beat faster and harder. Nothing could stop me. My whimpering sobs turned to lusty cries and finally to shrieks. I would destroy him if I kept this up, but before I could think, I collapsed across his shoulder screaming to the skies.

  If anybody heard us, I never knew. I only had eyes for him. As soon as my screams of ecstasy hit his ear, he couldn’t hold back. He exploded against me and through me. He filled me full of his salty cocktail. He emptied his nuts into my pussy.

  I no longer pounded him to oblivion, so he had to pick me up and float me on the waves to beat against my quivering ass. I cried in his ear, but it was all over. In a few seconds, the intoxicating heat of climax enfolded us in one seamless cloud of beauty.

  He pried my head back to kiss me. “Hey, baby.”

  A satisfied smile broke across my face, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I flopped in his arms, and my skin glowed bright and wet and smooth. “Hey.”

  “Let’s put our clothes on and go to the bar for a drink.”

  My eyes snapped open. “What? That fast?”

  He snorted. “Don’t tell me you want to do it again.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair. “Are you seriously telling me you want to stop at just one? What’s the matter? Aren’t you feeling well?”

  He laughed. “I’m hot now. I mean, the hot tub is making me too hot. Let’s get a drink. If you really want to do it again, I’ll take you to my room.”

  I eyed me sidelong. “Charlie would hear us if we went to your room.”

  “And Mandy would hear us if we went to yours. Get your clothes on. Now that I’ve got my rocks off, I want to have a drink with you like two civilized people.”

  I laughed along with him, but I got out of the tub and covered my swimsuit with my regular clothes. He took my hand and led me to the hotel bar. We sat on stools at the bar, and he ordered a margarita. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to drink in Vegas?

  “What are you having?” he asked.

  “I’ll have a Shirley Temple.”

  His head whipped around. This was the moment of truth. “What?”

  “Shirley Temple.”

  “Isn’t that drink for kids?”

  I jerked my chin sideways. “Do you have a problem with that? It’s not too expensive, is it?”

  He turned beet red. “Of course not.”

  He gave the bartender my order, but he couldn’t stop looking at me. My whole attitude changed when we left the hot tub and came in here. Now that we sat here talking to each other, I got stiff and distant again. He couldn’t help but notice.

  He faced me with his shoulders squared. “So, what’s going on?”

  “What do you mean, what’s going on? We’re in Vegas. You’re going to Charlie’s bachelor party, and I’m going to Mandy’s bachelorette party. That’s what’s going on.”

  “I mean what’s going on with you. You just met me for a secret sex rendezvous in the hot tub, and now you won’t talk to me.”

  “I’m talking to you right now. How much more talking can I do?”

  “Come on, Victoria,” he chided. “What’s going on with you? I thought we put all that stuff b
ehind us. Now we’re sitting in a bar in Vegas, and you’re ordering a Shirley Temple. You can’t sit there and tell me nothing’s going on.”

  I arched an eyebrow at him, and my whole expression changed. He couldn’t understand how I could change so fast. One minute, he was talking to Helga the Horrible. The next minute, there I was, the woman of his dreams, all vulnerable and open and ripe for the taking. This couldn’t go on. I had to tell him the truth.

  I took a deep breath and stared down at my hands knotted in my lap. “I’m drinking a Shirley Temple because I’m pregnant.”

  He opened his mouth to say something and shut it with a click. He didn’t understand what I just said. He blinked and stared at me. He could have been struck by a bolt of lightning that fried his brain. I didn’t just say that. I wasn’t sitting here in front of him telling him I was pregnant.

  My mind went into a tailspin. Almost three months of sneaking around, banging me on the side, taking me out to dinner, running errands for Charlie and Mandy and then taking me back to his place afterwards—almost three months of doing it and it never crossed either of our minds to wonder if I would get pregnant.

  I read his thoughts written all over his face. Everything he thought was true about his life changed as surely as mine did. He could never go back to being a free agent. A thousand details of child support and car seats and doctor bills clouded whatever remained of our relationship.

  I was pregnant. He was a father, and I was the mother. We would have a baby, a child. I never wanted to be pregnant before, but now that I was, I embraced it. What he did no longer mattered. I would take responsibility. I would become the mother this child needed.

  I glanced back and forth between my hands and my face. I couldn’t sit here with him staring into space. I jumped off my stool. I waved both hands. “I knew it was a mistake to tell you. I never should have said anything. I’m going upstairs to get my suitcase. I’ll get a flight back to LA. You can explain to Charlie that I had to go. I don’t care what you say. Just explain it.”

  I started to walk away when his hand shot out. He snatched my wrist out of the air. He yanked me back so hard I lost my balance. “Sit down, Victoria. You’re not going anywhere.”

  15

  Brady

  Victoria gasped when I jerked her back. That startled fear in her eyes woke me from my stunned shock. I eased her back down on the stool. “Sit down, Vic. Please.” I took both her hands. I had to stay calm.

  She was pregnant! She was going to have a baby—my baby! This was the culmination of so many of my dreams, I had to struggle to get a grip on myself.

  She wouldn’t soften no matter what I did. I had to make this right. “Please don’t walk away. You didn’t make a mistake by telling me. I’m just surprised. I couldn’t be happier. I always dreamed of us being together and having kids, and now that it’s happening, I don’t know what to do with myself.” Hysterical laughter boiled out of me. I couldn’t contain it.

  She blinked at me. “You did?”

  I couldn’t keep my hands off her. “Of course! This is the best news I could hope for. You’re pregnant! We’re going to have a child. You’re the only woman I ever wanted to have kids with.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re not joshing me, are you? You’re not upset about this?”

  I drew her close. “Is this what kept you at a distance all this time? Did you worry I would be angry and push you away again?” I closed my eyes against the pain in her face. “Don’t answer that. We’re together now. That’s all that matters.”

  “What do you mean, we’re together?” she asked. “We’re not together. We’re not even involved.”

  I struggled to keep my voice calm. I had to keep reminding myself. Go slow. Don’t scare her away. Don’t move too fast. “I know we’re not, but I want to be. I want us to be the real deal. I want us to be a family.”

  Her eyes fell out of her head. “You do? Since when?”

  “Since forever, Vic. Don’t you know I always wanted you?”

  She sank back on her stool. “No, I never knew that.”

  “Well, I did. Maybe I didn’t really realize it until we got involved this time, but now that it’s happening, that’s what I want. What do you say? Is that what you want, too? We could have it all, you and me.”

  “You know that’s what I want, but....”

  I waited for her to continue. “But what?”

  Her chin fell on her chest. “But nothing. That’s what I want, too. That’s what I always wanted. I just never thought you wanted it.”

  I burst out laughing, but when her head shot up to stare at me, I swallowed it down. I had to be a rock for her. I had to be steady and rational. I couldn’t show her how much I was busting to grab her and tackle her to the floor right there in the bar.

  I settled for kissing her knuckles. “Come up to my room, baby. Let’s blow this popsicle stand and get off somewhere where it’s just the two of us.”

  She let out a shaky sigh. “All right.”

  That’s all I needed to hear. I guided her by the hand to the elevator and back up to the eleventh floor. I unlocked the room and showed her inside. When I closed it behind me, I turned around to see her standing on the balcony.

  I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She swayed in my embrace. I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of her hair. She was pregnant, and she was all mine. She wanted it all. She wanted everything I could give her.

  My heart threatened to explode out of my chest with love for her. I would give her everything. I would protect her and provide for her. I would become ten times more successful to make sure neither she nor my kids ever went without. They would never know pain or hardship as long as I had anything to say about it.

  I formulated a thousand plans. This cast my whole life in a new light. I drove myself to the wall with work, but I never had a reason to work before now. I only ever worked for money. Now I worked for them—and for myself, too. I understood myself. My life had some meaning as long as I held her in my arms.

  Her voice startled me. “It looks different now, doesn’t it?”

  I kissed her hair. “What does?”

  She nodded at the city spread out below us. Lights winked on, and the strip gleamed and shimmered into the distance. “The whole world. It looks different. I never thought it would be this way. I thought getting pregnant would be a nightmare, but it actually makes the world look so much more beautiful. It looks bright and clean and wide open. I feel like I could stretch out my hand and the world would fall into it like a ripe peach.”

  Her words stabbed my heart. I almost burst into tears, she made me so happy. That’s exactly the way I felt. The whole world was ripe and ready to be picked, just like her. I buried my face in her neck, and she leaned into me.

  I whispered into her pearly skin. “Be mine, Vic. Be mine forever.”

  She traced her fingers through my hair. “Shh. Shh. Everything’s okay now.”

  My soul couldn’t contain so much happiness. I sank my teeth into that choice skin between her neck and shoulder. The air sucked through her teeth, and a delicious quiver passed down her body. She wanted me all over again. That teaser in the hot tub only made her hotter than ever, the same way it always did.

  Isn’t that what I brought her up to my room for? No, I brought her here to keep her with me, to keep her in my life and never let her go. I turned her around, so her body was facing out on the balcony. She rolled her back against me, and a moan escaped her mouth. She let go of the railing to grab my hips. She pulled me against her and bent over under my weight.

  This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t feel the same way I did and want all the same mind-blowing happiness. What did I ever do to deserve a woman like this? Without really meaning to, I got hard for her again. I got hard for her heart and mind and soul. She excited my deepest being, not just my body.

  She massaged down my thighs and back up between them to the package inside my pants. She nu
dged it to aching solid hardness. Could I keep up with a woman like that? Could I give her everything she wanted and keep her satisfied?

  I never doubted myself before that moment. I wanted nothing in the world but to fill her up and keep her filled. I wanted to give her everything she ever wanted. I wanted to keep her careening through space on an endless sea of orgasm, and I wasn’t sure I could do it.

  She didn’t give me a chance to balk. Without looking, she crept her delicate fingers up my cock to my waistband. She hummed under her breath while she untied my shorts. She got it out, and the heavy cock fell into her hand.

  She stroked it alive, and I couldn’t keep off her any longer. I attacked her blouse to expose the damp swimsuit top underneath. I pawed her breasts in aching lust. She was mine. She was all mine. I never had to hide how I felt about her. I never had to sneak around. I could kiss her in the middle of Main Street. God, I loved her so much! I never wanted to be anything but hers. My whole life belonged to her.

  I clawed up her skirt and ripped her bikini bottoms off. I had to be inside her. I had to fall asleep in that glorious embrace of her flesh around me. She bent forward and angled my cock between her butt cheeks. She stirred her own juices with it and guided it home.

  I stared over her head at the city falling into night. My lips curled back from my teeth, and I howled in ecstasy at that burning fire incinerating my life to ashes. I existed only in her and because of her.

  She eased her ass back against my hips to plunge my shaft into her forbidden zone. She bumped her voluptuous curves into my ever-increasing thrusts. This was the greatest gift anyone could give me.

  She danced in my arms in the glory of life-giving pleasure, and the words crashed through my brain on endless waves of cosmic realization. She was pregnant, and she was all mine. She would give birth to my children and live in my house. We’d go driving on the weekends and shopping on the weekdays after the kids got home from school. We’d be so normal no one would recognize us.