Gypsy Heat: A Gypsy Beach Novel

by Jillian Neal

  Another possessive growl lit the humid air around them. “Go get in my bed, angel. I want to see you naked in my bed, right now.”

  Grady Havens was the only man Nadya had ever wanted to obey. He was the only man capable of drowning the blaze of her soul with his drenching release and all-consuming passion. She turned and let her hips sway as she made the few steps to his bed.

  “Fucking hell, woman. You’re too much.” The fire that always blazed in his eyes for her lit explosively. It matched the heat she felt, radiating from her womb to her breasts and outward to her limbs. No matter how many times they’d indulged in the fire that lived in each of them and roared to a blaze when they were in proximity of one another, it never seemed to quell. “You’re not moving fast enough, angel. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.”

  With that, he lifted her up into his bed and spread her thighs with his hands. “Keep them open. I want to see your sexy little pussy seeping and full all for me.” He stared down at her beautiful pussy, slightly obscured by a patch of tender black curls, soaking wet for him. Natural, just the way he wanted her. He was extremely pleased she hadn’t given into what he assumed were California beauty standards.

  He shed his jeans and boxers in record time and tossed a condom, from a nearby storage compartment, on the bed.

  She wriggled and writhed, whimpering insistently as he lowered his head and positioned the width of his substantial shoulders between her thighs, holding her open wide. No one could work magic with their tongue like Grady Havens, but she wanted his cock. She wanted to be speared roughly by him, to be fitted to him and no other. She wanted to be owned. He could choke out all of her worry and all of her doubt about how they were ever to really make this work if he’d just make them one.

  “Please, Grady, I need you.”

  He smirked, pleased with her desperation. “Be patient for me this time, angel. Let me enjoy you. I swear to you, next time, I’ll fuck you through this mattress, but right now, let me take my time with you.” Before she could argue, he drew a moan from deep within her with the sinfully slow glide of his tongue up her right lip, around her clit, and down her left. “Just let it feel good, angel.”

  “Oh, God,” she groaned in ecstasy. Her body shuddered as he zeroed in on her clit with teasing licks that drove her insane with a need for relief.

  She bucked in his face, and his eyes flashed in greed. “There’s my girl.” He brushed a tender kiss on her abdomen before returning to her pussy. In his motion, she could see the sheen of her own liquid need on his lips. Her entire body pulsed from the sight. “You taste like candy made all for me, angel. So damn sweet.”

  He went back to his unhurried pace, looping her legs over his shoulders and delving deeper. As she continued to writhe and beg him, he began to flick his tongue back and forth in quick motions over her pearl, before alternating between licks and fervent sucks with his lips.

  Nadya felt her world unhinge. White-hot ribbons of pleasure that had tried to hold the broken pieces of her soul in place began to unbind, no longer necessary. He brought her to the brink of ecstasy and held her there, refusing to push her over completely.

  “Please Grady, please. You’re the only guy who’s ever been able to bring me. Please, I’ve needed it for so long.”

  This time his growl roared from his chest and ricocheted through her heart.

  “That’s right, angel, because you’re all mine. And only I know how to love you. You’re gonna come for me on my first thrust like my good little girl.”

  “Yes!” She gasped as he continued to torture her clit with this tongue. When she felt her own opening draw tight and her thighs begin to tremble, he stood and sheathed his cock. He moved up over her, covered her body with the protective sanctuary of his own, and penetrated her fully. Just like she’d been told, her body uncoiled immediately. The bindings of her soul unfettered and utter, rapturous elation flooded through her as she trembled and convulsed from the mind-blowing orgasm.

  A guttural groan tore from his lungs, and for one hazy moment, Grady was certain he was dreaming again. It seemed impossible that he was actually experiencing the heavenly sensation of having Nadya’s tight, wet, little pussy nursing his cock again. He wasn’t certain he could get her to come on his first thrust the way he used to, but he should never have doubted her or them together. No one could ever deserve this level of ecstasy. The living embodiment of his every fantasy.

  Unable to help himself, he thrust into her before she ever recovered from the climax he’d just given her, but it was something inside of him that broke free. The feeling of being reborn, of releasing the horrors of his past like the beach sand through his open hands, of being healed by her love, surged through him like a salve that righted every wrong.

  “Look at me, Nadya,” he gasped as his hips picked up pace, and her body writhed underneath his. Her eyes flew open. He needed to see that fire to know he was bringing her just as much pleasure as she was giving him in ample supply.

  He inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal filled the humid air. Her body glistened with perspiration. Her breasts danced to the rhythm of his greedy thrusts. It was intoxicating. He wasn’t going to last. Her body’s rippled draws on him were more than he could withstand. She milked his cock, removing every shred of doubt, every insecurity he’d worried over, every single thing that had never really mattered. This, this was all that would ever sate his insatiable soul.

  He throbbed, drowning in her sweet syrup. It slicked the condom, dripping down his shaft in an erotic imagery of perfection. He clenched his teeth and pushed harder. She sang out his name as her body drew so tightly around him he could hardly move. Knots of desperate need roiled in his balls. He burst open the dam that had trapped her for far too long. She exploded in a tidal wave of ecstasy, and he buried himself past his hilt and lost it all.

  When he regained his breath, he eased from her and tossed the condom in the trash without having to leave the bed. There was something to be said for living in 400 square feet of space. She tucked her head to his chest and let him cradle her against him. “So much for taking my time with you,” he chuckled.

  For the last fourteen years, Nadya had lived in a state of loss and drowning depression interspersed with brief moments of pure joy when she was making jewelry. She hadn’t allowed herself to be with many men, but the few she’d indulged in were nothing compared to Grady. No one else understood her needs and her desires. If she expressed them, they only served to make her feel ashamed. He understood her. His ardent drive matched her own, a soulmate in every way, including sexuality. She never even had to explain what she needed. He could read her body like her desires were written in braille along her skin. Without hesitation, she lifted her head from his chest, where he’d allowed her to hide long enough to recover. “I want more.”

  Her kiss-swollen, fevered lips displayed a slight pout. He moaned his adamant approval. A few years hadn’t quelled his angel’s drive at all, it seemed. She was his perfect match. His half-heavenly angel/half-hellcat that needed both of her sides indulged regularly. He would happily spend his life contenting her.

  She kissed down his chest and ran her hand over his now flaccid cock. “You may have to give me a minute, angel,” he lamented. He might’ve been rip, roaring, and ready to go almost immediately when he was seventeen, but he wasn’t certain his body was quite up to that at thirty-one.

  But when her tongue danced from his sac to his head, cleansing him of his first release, his cock seemed more than willing to be revived. Her dark eyes stared up at him expectantly as she bathed him thoroughly. She knew he wouldn’t disappoint her. He couldn’t.

  Teasing his ridge with her tongue, she drew his entire sated cock in her mouth and gave several hungry sucks. His crown engorged rapidly, and she moved upwards with him as he grew, unable to contain him fully between her lips anymore, yet she continued to suck.

  His body writhed against the sheets. He was unable to halt the groans that thundered loudly from
his chest. One tiny brain-cell that seemed to be functional beyond how good it felt to have Nadya using her mouth to make love to his cock wondered if Nate, or Beau, or anyone that happened to be outside the door could hear his rasping moans of extreme pleasure. He shut it down with ease. He didn’t give a damn. Let them listen. Let them be jealous. This was for him and Nadya, and their passion knew no bounds. It had been gone far too long not to be celebrated now. No one else even mattered. His hands tangled in her hair as he guided her mouth further down his shaft.

  “God, angel, yes! Take it deep. Suck me hard. You know how I like it.”

  As renewed release prepped his cock, pearly beads of his desire leaked in her mouth. She moaned her pleasure, and he was certain he was going to lose it all again. The impossibility of that, of what she was doing to him, drove him into a frenzy of euphoria. Giving into the all-encompassing feeling and losing his own doubt, he guided her face away from his cock and drew her body back up to his chest.

  “Turn over on your side. I know what you want. I know what you need, angel. You need to be fucked thoroughly. I’m gonna make it all better.”

  “Yes,” she mewled for him. She turned and encapsulated his now fully erect cock between the cheeks of her lush backside.

  He leaned back and located another condom.

  She rolled against him as began to massage her breasts when he returned. He tracked the fingers of his right hand from her breasts to her clit and cupped her mound with his palm, pressing in as he primed her again.

  “Relax for me, angel. Just relax and let me have you again.”

  Her moans were unrelenting. Their ecstasy palpable as wild need clawed between them. He eased her open and slipped his fingers between her folds already slicked with her dew. Reminding himself that she might be tender from their time before, he caressed gently until her body gave into the persuasion of his touch.

  She trembled against him. “Grady, please. God, please, I’ve needed you for so long.”

  “I told you, angel, I’ve got everything you need. Just relax for me.” He kept his tone soothing, but in control.

  He’d gone on for so long without the woman that was his other half. He had to prove himself in every possible way to ensure that they didn’t fall apart ever again. If she needed more of him, he would always provide.

  When she was primed, he slid another condom on.

  He kept his thrusts shallow and easy this time. Taking ultimate care of her, proving his love, his entire body threatened imminent explosion from the rapturous feeling of filling her full to completion.

  Nadya felt her mind cease its incessant worrying. Her body responded to his every breath, his every thought. She felt the love in his touch and his tender care. Desperate to feel him fully, she pressed back against him. His voracious growl made her fly as he picked up speed.

  Her orgasms rose from her mound, pressed back towards his cock, and then in a constant, steady build, they detonated throughout her body and continued to roll, enwrapping her in a satiating euphoria of pleasure. He released her wild soul from its cage.

  “That’s it. There’s my girl. You feel incredible.” He shuddered and tried desperately to quell his own climax, but hers licked like consuming fire around his cock. Her orgasms continued to consume her. He walked a tight-wire of sanity, certain he’d died and gone to heaven. With the next decadent roll of her body against his, he lost control again and unloaded another potent release in the condom.

  Twelve

  Gently he eased away, made the same move to dispense with the condom, and drew her body back to his chest. This time she was thoroughly satisfied. Her body was soft and placid against his. Her eyes were fixed at half-mast as he indulged her silky skin, glossed with their perspiration, with languid caresses. “Wanna go back to sleep, angel? I’ll hold you all day. I’ll never leave.”

  She sighed and eventually lifted her head. He smirked and helped himself to another kiss. She looked thoroughly sexed. Her hair fixed in a wild mass over her chest, the fever of her climaxes painted on her cheeks, her lips still hued with a deep crimson swell, and her body more relaxed than he’d yet seen her.

  “Shouldn’t we eventually get up and figure out something about Beau, or work … or something?” Her lackadaisical tone and slight confusion made him chuckle. Sated and perfect, just the way she should always be.

  “For right now, Beau, and work, and every other thing can fuck off. You’re all that matters. We’re building this back, remember? That gets all of my attention.”

  “Do you really think we can? I want to believe you so badly, but I’m still scared. I’m still not myself.”

  “Look at me, angel.”

  Her onyx eyes lifted to his.

  “Yes, I think we can. I don’t think it will be easy, and we still have a lot to discuss, but I honestly have little to no interest in going on without you. I did that. It wasn’t worth it. We’ll find our way back.”

  “Okay, but don’t you think that if we’re going to make a life together, we have to kind of do the things we normally do, like work and take care of Beau?”

  With a grunt of annoyance, Grady supposed she was right. “Can we take like an hour nap? I suddenly find myself exhausted, and my angel looks a little worn out for some reason.” He winked at her and let her sweet giggle further mend what few pieces of his soul remained battered and bruised from the last fourteen years. “Go to sleep, Nady. You told me last night you hadn’t really slept in months. Let me take care of you.”

  “I don’t think I’ve slept since that horrible day that I left here. I never felt safe enough to,” she admitted in a choked whisper. “Not until last night.”

  “Honestly, I don’t think I did, either. I can’t sleep. I have no peace unless my angel is safe is my arms.”

  She squeezed herself tightly to his chest and let him settle her body. “Give me a half second to turn on the generator so we don’t burn up in here.” He soothed as he slipped from the bed, made quick work of turning on the AC, and returned to her.

  When Grady awoke, he spent several long moments just enjoying the feeling of her body in peaceful slumber against his. He brushed a sweet kiss in her hair, but she didn’t stir. Exhausted for far too long, his angel needed him, and the knowledge of that made every single thing in his world seem bearable.

  He’d figure out Beau, and the money, and her job, and anything else that had to be worked through as long as she was in his arms. Unable to keep his eyes from her, he watched her sleep, his perfect angel, safe and sweet.

  When her eyes eventually fluttered open, he grinned down at her. “Feel like going to see your aunt and uncle, getting you some food, and seeing if they might feed me, too, even though I’m fairly certain the whole town now knows we’re sharing a bed again?”

  With a delighted grin, she leaned up on her right elbow. Her full breasts were barely obscured by the sheets. Her nipples tantalized him with a seductive game of peek-a-boo. His mouth watered. Yep, he’d never get enough of her. His craving would never be satisfied. One lifetime wasn’t likely to be enough. He sure as hell hoped he somehow managed to get into heaven with her, because eternity was the only chance they had of ever being fulfilled.

  “I’m pretty sure Aunt Molly will be happy.” She laughed as she gently traced the letters on his chest with her fingertip.

  “Yeah, but your Uncle Mac probably wants to drag me to the woodshed and whip my ass.”

  “Aww, I’ll protect you.” She smirked.

  He huffed and rolled his eyes. “I’ll chance it for some food. Come on.” He patted her backside before he extracted himself from the bed and lifted his arms over his head in an effort to stretch the kinks from his spine and the knots from his muscles.

  “Yum.” She reached and trailed her hand down his chiseled abs.

  His left eyebrow arched upwards. How had he gone on one single day, much less fourteen years, without her, without this?

  *****

  “And the stubborn, pompous smirk
is right back on his face,” Mac huffed as he watched his niece walk with Grady Havens towards the shop. His arm was slung around her possessively, and Nadya looked very pleased, much to Mac’s dismay.

  “Would you stop?” Molly rolled her eyes. “He should look proud. He’s got my baby girl in his arms. Smart boy. Just took them a little while to figure their way back to each other.”

  “He’s got her in his bed. That was all that ever mattered.”

  “Macmillian Montgomery, you take that back this instant. He loved her! He always has. He’s barely existed all these years without her. You just can’t stand it that she’s all grown up.”

  “I can’t stand it that he got her into trouble when she was barely sixteen years old, that my lousy brother’s daughter had no clue what to do with her, and then she ran away to that half-wit father of hers, and somehow ended up in an abusive relationship. That’s what I can’t stand, Molly Ann. I can’t stand to think she might get hurt again.”

  “We can’t protect her, Mac. He has to. He has to prove to her that he will this time, and judging by that look on his face, I’d say he plans to do just that. Give them time to work through everything that happened, and you stay out of it.”

  Before he could make another retort, Grady and Nadya stepped into the coffee shop. Mac had to admit that maybe this time Grady Havens did look more determined than pompous, but he still didn’t have to like this.

  Being on the receiving end of Mac Montgomery’s wary eye was something Grady was more than accustomed to. Proving himself to Nadya was all that mattered, but getting her uncle to see that he wasn’t an asshole teenager anymore would mean a lot to him. He admired Mac, and knew that the only way to undo what he’d done would be to do right by Nadya every day for the rest of his life.

  He grinned while he watched her devour the sandwiches, chips, and the pickle her uncle had lovingly placed in front of her. He tried to remember to eat his own lunch, but he was mesmerized watching her.