Her knees crumbled like ancient stone at his highly erotic words. She slumped against his sturdy frame and whispered, “Please.”
In less time than it took her to inhale one breath, Chelsea was sitting on top of a large boulder. Tiaan cupped her face, his hard member pressing where she needed him most, and devoured her mouth like it was his favourite delicacies. While his lips were rough and insistent, there was a bittersweet tenderness in the way he framed her face.
Tiaan ground himself against her, mimicking the same motions they had acted out many times during that night so long ago, and the memories of their encounter, coupled with his persistent rubbing at her engorged clit had her screaming into his mouth shortly after their frenzied actions began.
In the next moment, Tiaan had broken away from her mouth and he worked at the button to her shorts. Not even bothering with the zipper, he yanked the fabric down to her ankles where they pooled above the hiking boots she borrowed from Hannah. She watched him kneel down slowly, wincing as he did, until he came to a halt. The pained expression he wore altered as his eyes swept over her cotton-covered entrance.
“Christ,” he hissed, “you’re absolutely drenched, Chelsea.”
She couldn’t respond when he rested one hand on the inside of her thigh and used the other to trace the soaking wet fabric covering her folds. This small amount of contact with where she wanted him most sent her careening to the edge of bliss and back again.
Then he did something astonishing. With eyes wide as cappuccino mugs, Chelsea watched him lean close to her and inhale deeply. Tiaan’s own eyes rolled back in his head, as if the scent of her was something intoxicating. What stunned her the most was seeing him slip one finger beneath her panties, gathering her juices, and bringing that digit to his mouth. He sucked greedily, mimicking the actions of a person enjoying an exquisite meal.
“Damn, you taste heavenly, my darling,” he growled, eyes darker than coal as he glanced back up at her.
Her breath caught halfway between a hiccup and a moan. A switch had been thrown and suddenly, the man she had been trapped in that elevator with just over a year ago had returned.
Tiaan licked his lips, gaze flicking back to her parted thighs. “I don’t care how loud you scream, Chelsea, I just want you to come for me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he descended, pulling aside the fabric of her panties to suck the throbbing bud at the top of her folds between his teeth, rolling it gently. A strangled sound exploded from her throat, echoing around them on the vast forested mountain. He feasted on her, that talented tongue of his lapping up every drop, and as release shot through her body, a typhoon of flames prickled across her flesh.
In the aftermath of his delicious torture, Chelsea feared she would only want more from him. More than he was willing or able to give. However, in light of their recent truce, she pushed these depressing thoughts aside and accepted his kiss when he offered it. She tasted herself on his tongue and was surprised to find how much she enjoyed it. Then she remembered the joy she had felt in watching his expression while she pleased him and it was the only thing she wanted to do now.
Sliding down the rock and dropping to her knees, she watched his face as she tugged his belt undone, pushed the button through the islet of his shorts, and pulled them down over his rigid manhood straining in their cotton prison. Chelsea licked her lips while her fingers traced the outer edges of him and she reveled in the hiss of air he forced out at her touch.
~~~
“Jesus,” he all but moaned, “Chelsea if you do that again we’re going to have a repeat of what happened in the shower.”
Kneeling before him like an offering to a god, her lips curved back and upwards as the breeze blew her cinnamon waves loose from her messy and sexy as sin up-do. “Remember what you wanted to try, that night in the hotel, but I was too afraid to do?” her sotto-voce words were highly teasing – not unlike the palm of her hand, rubbing against his erection.
Head thrown back, he struggled to focus his mind back to the night they spent in both the elevator and his hotel room. She hadn’t been against him restraining her, they definitely did that. At one point, he had stripped the top sheet from the bed and used it to secure her legs wide apart while the pillow covers were used to hold her wrists against the headboard, and Tiaan had teased her mercilessly until she sobbed, begging him to take her.
“You said you wanted to…” She paused both her speech and the firm stroking along his painfully hard manhood. “Have my throat.”
“Jislaaik,” he expressed in utter shock again, pulse tripping and breath faltering. Tiaan never would have imagined those words coming from Chelsea but if she was offering, he wouldn’t turn that chance down.
“I…I want to try it. With you.”
Hastily, he met her gaze, just to be certain she wasn’t making this up. He saw honesty and sincerity in the depths of her turquoise eyes, along with a willingness to please. That she wished to please him so greatly as to offer herself in such a way only went further to ensure him that his earlier thoughts were justified.
“We’ll go slowly,” he vowed, hoping it wasn’t a promise he might inadvertently break.
Showing again that she was submitting herself to him, Chelsea bowed her head to remove his boxers and gazed reverently at what she released. Then, in the single sexiest action he had ever witnessed, she turned her eyes back up to meet his while licking her lips. He nearly expelled himself on her chin right then and there.
She started to reach for him but Tiaan stopped her, taking her hands in his and guiding them to the fronts of his thighs to show her how to steady herself. At an alarmingly unhurried rate, Chelsea moved closer and then, mercifully and dreadfully at once, dragged the tip of her tongue up his entire length. Tiaan’s eyes rolled back in his head which dropped onto his shoulders. The memories he had of her taking him into her mouth were not even close to how it actually felt. Yes, it was wet and hot, but it was so much more. She sucked, drawing him closer to her, and released the plum-shaped tip with a pop. His body shuddered in response to her erotic torture – the only kind he ever wanted to suffer again.
“I…” she was breathless. “I want you to…to take my throat, Tiaan,” she repeated.
Jesus it was too damned difficult to keep a level head when she spoke like that.
Eyes heavy-lidded, he gazed down at her, open, willing, wanting, and ready for him. Her lips were parted, slick with saliva. She flicked out her tongue again, lathing it across his throbbing shaft. Finally, the last shred of his resolve snapped, a rusted wire bent to breaking-point.
“Fok.” He clasped her head between his hands and took the offer she presented him with, sliding into her willing mouth. Tiaan hissed his approval of her tongue wiggling along the bottom of him as he slipped deeper.
Chelsea moaned, the vibrations causing his body to ready itself for climax.
Not yet, he thought, gritting his teeth, sliding further still.
He met with some resistance at the back of her throat but she opened for him, taking a deep breath. Holy hell. So tight.
“Not going…to last…very…long,” he spoke through clenched teeth.
Those eyes were watching his, an almost pleading look crossing them. Tiaan held on for as long as he could when Chelsea was impaling her mouth with his hardened length. He was meant to have been driving but was shocked to find he was unable to move. With each thrust, she pushed him further back, sending him deeper, until he emptied himself in thick spurts down her throat.
“Chelsea,” he whispered reverently, fisting her hair.
She sucked until there was nothing left to suck and then released him gently from her mouth, keeping eye contact the entire time. Then the little vixen grinned, placed a kiss to the top of his left thigh, and stood up, bringing his shorts with her.
“Was that okay?” She licked her lips. Actually licked them, catching the last of his seed with her tongue and bringing it inside her mouth. Impossible to believe, but
he began growing hard again.
“Okay?” he gasped, fixing his belt. “It was bloody incredible.” Framing her flushed face, Tiaan claimed her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the way her body felt against his. It was right, her with him, and he didn’t ever want to let go. “You’re incredible.”
Later that evening, after they had arrived back at home to find that Ruan was asleep, he began broaching one of the many subjects that had been on his mind all day. More than that, as soon as he had signal on his phone, he was online and checking flight times. Then, perhaps foolishly, he purchased three tickets to Toronto airport for tomorrow morning. If she said no, it didn’t matter to him, but he wanted her to try and deep down, he secretly hoped that her parents might push aside their stupid row and accept their daughter back into their lives.
Not saying a word, Tiaan clasped one of Chelsea’s hands in his and led her out into the backyard. Mackenzie had done an incredible job with the place since he’d been here last. An in-ground pool was placed in the far left corner, completely fenced in, as he would only expect of the paranoid man, especially now that he was a father twice over.
To his right, Tiaan located the two-tiered deck. The top tier was for entertaining, with a large table and chairs, a barbecue, and even an outdoor refrigerator. The second tier was smaller and cozy, with loveseats and an outdoor fireplace. It was here he took her too and sat Chelsea down next to him.
“Right, I’m just going to come out and say this, so please don’t interrupt. I won’t be hurt if you decline but I don’t want you to go through life wondering ‘what if?’ I want you to be happy, I want you to have no regrets. The first thing on the list is going to see your parents. I’ve purchased the tickets, just on the off chance that you’d want to go and see them.”
He waited, expecting to see annoyance, outrage perhaps, taking over the sweetly innocent look she wore. Golden eyes wide, Chelsea stared at him, jaw slack, mouth hanging open.
“Bad idea. Shit.” He shoved the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. “I’m sorry.”
“No.” She shook her head, regaining her composure. “No, I just, I didn’t expect… Of all the things you could have said to me just now, I didn’t think you’d come out with that.”
Tiaan swallowed, unsure of how to proceed. Was she upset with him for asking? Did she feel inclined to go or did she not want to even think about it?
“So um, when uh…” her breath hitched at the contact of his hand on her bare knee. “You’d come too?”
He answered quickly. “Of course I would.”
Chelsea nodded. “Okay. When do you want to go?”
Eyes bugging and brows raised in shock, Tiaan squared his shoulders, asking, “You want to go? I didn’t think…I mean, I thought you’d object to the trip.”
She sighed, shoulders drooping, and eyes falling to the deck. “I’ve been really upset with them – no, that’s a lie. I’ve hated my parents for not even wanting to meet Ruan. But I always thought, if I had the time and money, I’d love to show up at their house and introduce them to their grandson.” Chelsea lifted her gaze to his. “Then, if they still want to be cruel and ignore us, at least I can say I tried. Ruan doesn’t need people like that in his life.” Her breath quivered, as if she was about to cry. “They wanted me to…to…” Her arm swiped across her eyes to collect the tears as they fell. “They wanted me to have an abortion.”
Anger mushroomed in his gut, but was swiftly replaced by heartache. A world without his son wasn’t a world he wanted to be a part of. Same went for Chelsea.
“I want to show my parents how wrong were when they told me having this baby would ruin my life. Yeah, I’ve got some debt – which Mac and Hannah are helping me with – but I can’t imagine life without Ruan. He’s my…my reason for everything.”
She came willingly into his arms then, releasing a few shuddering breaths against his shoulder, and for a few moments he relished in the embrace and the fantasy his mind created from it. That he was her rock, the foundation on which she relied for her strength and courage. Such a thing wasn’t true, of course, but pretending felt heavenly.
“When do we leave?” Chelsea whispered, the heat of her breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine and reminded him what she was capable of with her breath and her mouth.
Tiaan smoothed his hand over her hair. Then he buried his fingers near the roots and held on for dear life. “Tomorrow, if you’d like.”
Chelsea sighed happily, curving against his frame. “Sounds perfect.”
He didn’t know how long they sat there for, wrapped up in their own little world. Quite frankly, Tiaan didn’t care if he missed supper whilst holding her in his arms. He didn’t want to let go, not even when Ruan’s shrill cries snapped his eyes open and jolted his mind back to reality. However, there was something he wished to learn and now seemed as good a time as any.
“How about you show me how to change him, hmm?”
Giggling, she kissed his throat then stood up, holding his hand as they walked inside.
~~~
Results in one hand and cell phone in the other, he dialled the number of his contact and waited while it rang through. It had been so much easier than he thought, breaking into the lab and stealing a copy. Anticipation shot through his veins at the knowledge of what was to transpire in the coming days. Continuing to keep an eye on that delectable piece of ass wouldn’t be hard, but keeping himself from disobeying orders and not taking her exactly the way he wanted her…that might prove a little trying.
“This had better be good,” the voice snapped on the other end.
“Very good. They’re a perfect match. I’m looking at the paternity results right now.”
“It’s his son?”
“Mm-hmm.” His eyes fell to the name again of the woman he’d soon have beneath him. Chelsea Reid. Damn fine woman.
“Excellent. Begin executing the plan, I’ll be there tomorrow. And…try not to screw it up. I want Carstens alive; I need to know who else he’s told about the evidence against me.”
Politicians, he sighed inwardly. “No problem-o.”
Ending the call, he tossed the copy of the paternity results into his glove compartment, simultaneously grabbing his binoculars from a pocket of his vest. Just as he knew they would be, Carstens and Miss Reid were busy packing luggage into a rental vehicle. His plans were meticulous, as always, and the two others who would be assisting him were also watching the scene unfolding from the rear seat of his SUV.
“Tomorrow morning. Oh-four-hundred.”
He heard the slight snort of air from both men and almost felt their smiles. There was only one thing they were good at, and this was it.
It’s on now, he thought with a smirk, raising his brow.
Carstens would never know what hit him.
Ten
Sleep was eluding him. Tiaan felt comfortable, lying next to Chelsea in the small bed in her room, Ruan fast asleep in his crib at the foot of the bed. The milk and honey scent of her filled his nostrils and drugged his senses, though he was absolutely content just to hold her in his arms at the moment.
Something felt off though he couldn’t quite determine what. A little too much unease lingered in the air, electric with warning. Was it because he’d soon be face to face with people who didn’t want Chelsea and his son in their lives anymore? Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t know how to act around parents, other than to hide and pretend he didn’t hear or see them.
Once again, he exhaled while attempting to force all thoughts from his mind. This proved to be a futile exercise. It would probably be best if he got up and did something productive – even if he couldn’t think of what that might be.
Chelsea shifted next to him, pushing up onto her elbows to see his face in the dark. She looked more than simply exhausted and he had to once again wonder if this trip was the right move. He didn’t want to push her to reconcile with her parents but if his were still alive, he might attempt the sam
e – might. For Ruan’s sake.
“Is he keeping you awake?” she whispered, eyes glued to his mouth.
A slithering chill coursed through him, chased by frissons of heat. Only a few layers stood between his flesh and hers, and the memory of how she felt against him in the shower last week was haunting him. He could hardly believe his actions on the mountain earlier today and he recalled how she gave herself to him in a way that showed her trust in him.
Tiaan swallowed. “No, no he’s fine.”
He watched her suck her lower lip between her teeth. “Oh. I-if you want, I can go sleep downstairs on the cou–”
“No.” He slipped his arm around her waist, anchoring her body to his. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Her mouth formed a shocked O, almost perfectly round. “I-I don’t want to keep you awake…”
“Chelsea, believe it or not, you are not keeping me awake.” Not intentionally, he thought to himself, allowing his eyes to sweep over the thin cotton nightdress she wore. Tiaan watched as her nipples beaded beneath his gaze. Flicking his eyes back up to meet hers, he noticed them darken a few shades, then he heard her breath catch.
She wanted him, it seemed. Perhaps even as much as he wanted her.
Tentatively, he reached out to trace the sharp bow-shape of her upper lip with his thumb, one of his fingers brushing against the spot where a dimple showed in her cheek when she smiled. Lips parted, she sucked in a breath and held it. He recalled a spot on her lower lip that was most sensitive and slipped his thumb down to graze against the edge of her mouth, just to the left of the plumpest part of her pouted bottom lip. She sighed, heavy-lidded eyes drooping shut.
Only then did he dare to take up the offering of her slightly parted mouth, granting himself a little taste to gauge her reaction. Thankfully, Chelsea slipped her hands up to his jaw while returning, if not surpassing, his slow and sensual pace. She all but drank from his mouth, a woman taking what she wanted, as she required it. Instantly – and much more than he had ever wanted anyone before – Tiaan was ready and willing to give her everything she needed.
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