Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella (The Boudreaux Series)

by Kristen Proby

  “I don’t want to go home,” I reply honestly.

  We stand next to his car for a few long moments, listening to the quiet night around us, the night birds and the crickets, and finally, he grabs my shoulders and turns me to him.

  “Okay, I’m going to be honest here.”

  “Great.”

  “I’m so fucking attracted to you I can hardly breathe, Sarah. I know that’s not the sort of thing you say on a first date, but damn it, I can’t help it. I’ve been pulled to you since the day I saved you from your dead battery.”

  I can’t find my tongue, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He just keeps talking.

  “I want to take you home and strip the clothes off your sexy-as-fuck body and lose myself in you. I want to fuck you, over and over, until you can’t walk for a week, and then I want to fuck you some more.”

  He’s panting now, his green eyes sparkling with lust in the moonlight, and I’m just floored. This amazing, sexy, funny man wants me.

  And holy hell, I want him too.

  “You want to f-fuck me?” I stammer.

  “Repeatedly,” he confirms.

  “O-okay,” I reply, pissed at myself for stuttering when I should be sexy and flirty, but I was not expecting these words from him.

  I’ve been wet all night, from his touch, from his words, and now my whole body is on fire.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks, watching me intently.

  “Adam?”

  “Yes.”

  “Take me home and fuck me until I can’t walk.”

  A smile spreads over his face as he leans in to grab my ass in his hands and kiss my cheek, my neck, my lips.

  “My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Five

  ~Adam~

  God, I want her. I can’t get the key into the doorknob because my hands are shaking from the utter lust running through me.

  I would have fucked her in my car, but that’s not where I want to take her for the first time.

  Maybe next time.

  Just when I’m on the verge of busting my own door down, I get it open, usher Sarah inside, and simply drop my keys to the floor, pin her against the closed door, and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in.

  She plants her hands on my sides and fists my shirt.

  “You smell so damn good,” I mutter and kiss the soft flesh of her neck. She’s pulled my shirt out of my pants and her hands are on my skin, and it’s pure heaven.

  “Adam,” she whispers.

  “Yes, sweetheart.”

  “I’m going to need you to get naked now.”

  I chuckle, delighted in her. I get the feeling that she hasn’t been with anyone in a while, but she’s not shy about what she wants, and that’s as much a turn on as her curvy body.

  “I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” I say softly. My breath catches when she drags her hands down my sides and over my stomach. It’s a wonder I haven’t busted out of my jeans.

  “I want a turn too,” she says, and that’s it. I need her. Need her. Now.

  I push off the door and take her hand, leading her to my bedroom. When I turn to pull her to me, she rushes to me, and her hands immediately go for my jeans.

  She’s in a hurry. When I glance down, her fingers are shaking, and she won’t look up at me.

  She’s nervous.

  We can’t have that.

  “Sweetheart.” I catch her chin with my finger and tip her face up to look at me. “Sarah, this isn’t a race.”

  “Seriously, get naked, and we can get to it.”

  Get to it?

  Under normal circumstances, I would agree with her 100%. I enjoy foreplay as much as the next person, but the main event is, well, the main event.

  But I don’t want to rush this with her. I want to explore her, listen to her, smell her.

  Savor her.

  I grip her hands in mine and raise them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers.

  “We’re going to get to it, trust me, but we’re going to get there slowly.”

  She blinks at me, as if she doesn’t understand the words coming out of my mouth.

  “Breathe, baby,” I whisper and kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. I ease my body against hers and revel in the heat coming off her. She takes a deep breath, and with her eyes on mine, lifts up on her toes so she can meet my lips with hers, kissing me more lazily now, settling in to enjoy.

  And that’s exactly what I want her to do. Enjoy every touch, every kiss.

  My fingers catch the hem of her top and lift it up and over her head. She’s wearing a black bra against her white skin, making me salivate.

  I need to get my mouth on her.

  “I don’t know if anyone’s ever looked at me like that,” she whispers.

  “Like what?” My fingers trace the outline of her bra, over the top of her breasts. Jesus, she has amazing tits. She covers them up with all of that loose clothing, so I knew they were a good size, but they’re just amazing.

  “Like they want to eat me alive.”

  I smile as I look into her eyes. “I’m going to.”

  I take her mouth again, exploring every inch of it as I finish undressing her, and when she’s finally naked, I guide her onto the bed, covering her body with mine as I continue to kiss her, and let my hand glide from her throat to her thighs and everywhere in between.

  She’s breathing hard now, her hands fisted in my hair, holding on tight as her body wakes up under my touch.

  “How do you keep your skin so nice?” I murmur against her neck.

  “Genetics,” she breathes and arches under me when my thumb and finger tweak her nipple.

  “You like that?”

  “Mmm.”

  So I do it again and nibble my way down to replace my fingers with my mouth, tugging her, licking her.

  “Bite me,” she says, surprising me, and I comply, delighted when her hips rise off the bed and she pulls my hair harder.

  “You like it rough, honey?”

  “It makes me forget to be nervous.”

  “Fuck.” I bite the other nipple. “I love how honest you are.”

  “I’m naked, Adam. There’s no hiding here.”

  My gaze travels down the length of her and back up again. She has curves and a few imperfections, and I’m sure that when she looks in the mirror she thinks she should have a flat stomach and slimmer hips. But God, I don’t. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in… I can’t remember when.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  She grins.

  “I’ve been pregnant.”

  “So?”

  “So I’m not like I was before I was pregnant.”

  I shake my head and plant a kiss on her stomach. There are a few stretch marks there, but it just feels soft and sexy as hell.

  Before I get too lost in her, I strip out of my clothes and pull her hand to my pulsing hard cock.

  “You make me hard, Sarah. You’re so fucking sexy, I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy and make you scream.”

  “Oh, that sounds nice. I love that you’re a dirty talker.”

  Her grip tightens on my cock, making my eyes cross. Jesus, I’m like a teenager.

  “I think you bring it out in me,” I reply with a grin.

  I grip her knees in my hands and push them up, spreading her wide. Her lips are small, there’s a light spattering of trimmed hair, and she’s already sopping wet for me.

  And I haven’t touched her there yet.

  “So wet, baby.”

  “So damn turned on,” she replies and gasps when I lean down and lick her, from anus to clit. “Oh my God.”

  “You taste good.”

  “I just—” But she can’t complete the sentence because I’ve buried my lips against her and I’m fucking her with my tongue, making her moan and her head thrash back and forth. My nose tickles her clit, and I can’t take my mouth off of her. I’m ravenous for her. I want to eat her all night long, but suddenly her
hands are fisted in my hair again.

  “Adam!”

  I moan against her and suck her lips into my mouth.

  “Adam, I can’t.”

  I simply nod and press my thumb on her clit, and she cries out, her pussy pulsing around my tongue.

  Before she can calm, I climb over her, reach for a condom, and plunge inside, balls deep. Holy fucking hell, she’s tight.

  Wet and tight.

  And all mine.

  Mine? Well, for tonight, anyway.

  My mouth finds hers, and I am lost in her, hips moving fast, hands caught in her hair, and her legs wrapped around me as I fuck her hard and deep.

  “Oh my God,” she whispers.

  “Hell yes,” I reply and shove deep, then pulse, rubbing the base of my cock on her clit. I watch her face as her orgasm consumes her and she clutches me with her arms, legs, and pussy, riding it out.

  I can’t help it. I follow her over, resting my forehead against hers as my body empties and my mind fills with nothing but thoughts of her.

  And how I can’t wait to do this again.

  * * * *

  “All you have in here is old Chinese,” Sarah says, her head in my fridge and ass facing me. It’s quite the view.

  “I just bought some cheese,” I reply and lean my hips against the counter behind her to watch the show. She pulled my blue shirt on after we finally left the bed, but that’s all she has on.

  To my utter surprise, I’m getting hard again. And I’m naked, so there’s no way to hide it.

  Not that I want to.

  “It’s moldy,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “How old is the Chinese?”

  “A few days?” I think back on it. “Yeah, I wouldn’t eat it.”

  “So much for an after-sex snack,” she says with a chuckle and shuts the door.

  “I have chips,” I reply and point to the cabinet to her left. I’m an asshole because I really just want to watch my shirt ride up and show me her ass when she reaches for them.

  But I never claimed to not be an asshole, so there’s that.

  “Salt and vinegar,” she says with delight. “My favorite.”

  “See? I pulled through.”

  “You did,” she replies and opens the bag. “In more ways than one.”

  “Is that right?” I purposely don’t move to her. If I do, I’ll spin her around and fuck her against the counter.

  On second thought, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

  She nods and grins as she crunches happily on her chips, then takes a sip of the ice water I poured for her.

  “Do you want some?”

  “No thanks.” I cross my arms and watch her unabashedly. “You should unbutton the shirt.”

  She raises a brow. “Is that a request?”

  “No.”

  Both brows lift now, and she licks her lips, sets the bag aside, and slips the two buttons free, exposing her breasts, belly, and pussy.

  “Better?”

  “Now take it off.”

  She grins and lets the shirt fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.

  “I thought you wanted a snack,” she says and sips her water.

  “I wanted to see you in my kitchen,” I reply, making her laugh.

  “Do you have a kitchen fetish?”

  I do now.

  I don’t answer, and she saunters the few feet between us, her water still in her hand. I expect her to lean up and kiss me, but instead, she squats in front of me, takes a sip of cold water, and pulls my cock into her mouth.

  “Jesus!”

  She turns those big, shining eyes up to me and my semi-hard-on is immediately full and ready for her all over again.

  She grips me hard and uses her mouth on me, sucking, licking, even lightly dragging her teeth along the shaft.

  “Stand up.”

  But she shakes her head no and keeps fucking me with her mouth. She licks down to my balls and sucks each one into her mouth, working me over with her hands, and I can’t stand it anymore. I need her. Again. Just her. No one else will do, and that’s never happened before.

  If I don’t get inside her in the next three seconds, I’m going to lose it.

  I grip her shoulders in my hands and lift her to her feet, then spin her and bend her over the island, my hand gripping her hair. She spreads her legs for me, and I push inside. She’s already wet and clamps around me as I ride her hard. My hips set an almost punishing rhythm, but I can’t stop.

  Her feet leave the ground and wrap back around my thighs. She’s white-knuckling the countertop.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl and slap her ass twice. “You make me crazy.”

  “You make me crazy,” she replies and gasps when my thumb finds her tiny little asshole. “Holy shit that feels good.”

  I don’t push inside her, I just tease the puckered rim as I fuck her hard, until she comes harder than before. Feeling her grip my cock with her tight pussy and watching my thumb on her little ass is just about my undoing. When I feel my own orgasm build, I pull out and spill myself on her back, regretting that I didn’t bring a condom from the bedroom.

  I’ll put a whole box in a drawer.

  “Stay there.” My voice is hoarse, yet gentle. I reach for a towel, wet it, and clean her up, then pull her to me and hug her close, rocking back and forth. How I can go from aggressively fucking her one second to gently holding her the next, I don’t know. This is new.

  But it feels fantastic.

  “I should go home,” she murmurs against my chest and plants a kiss there.

  “Can you stay?” I ask, surprising the hell out of myself. I always avoid sleeping over, at all costs. It just muddies things up. But I don’t want her to go.

  She tips her head back and stares up at me for a moment.

  “Becca’s with Hailey, so I can just shoot her a text,” she says thoughtfully. “Unless I get called in, I don’t have to work tomorrow.”

  “Perfect.” I kiss her nose. “Stay with me.”

  “Why is this so easy with you?” she asks, frowning. “I thought I would be nervous, and maybe scared, and I had a minute of being a little nervous.” She grins up at me. “But I’m not. I’m just… me.”

  My thoughts exactly. I’m just me.

  “I’m an easy kind of guy.”

  She snorts, then bites my arm. Not hard, like some girls have done in the past, making me shy away from teeth, but just enough to make me notice.

  And make my cock twitch.

  “You like to bite, don’t you?”

  “I guess so.”

  “This is new?”

  She shrugs and pulls away, leading me back to the bedroom. “It seems you’re bringing out all kinds of surprising things in me tonight.”

  “What are the others?”

  “Five orgasms and my first blowjob in years,” she says, tossing her thick hair over her shoulder. “Oh, and I’m perfectly comfortable naked.”

  “Good. Because I plan to keep you that way a lot.”

  I climb into the bed and pull her in with me, tucking her against me.

  “You want to sleep already?” she asks.

  “Sweetheart, you’ve worn me out.”

  “But I can still walk.” She sticks her lower lip out, then laughs and kisses my chin. “I’m just kidding.”

  “There’s always tomorrow morning.”

  She kisses my neck, then my collarbone, and settles in my arms as if she was born to fit there. I love how affectionate she is. Her lips rarely leave my skin.

  “Tomorrow morning then.” She yawns. “Goodnight, Adam.”

  “Goodnight.” I bury my lips in her hair and take a deep breath. She smells like sunshine and sex.

  Two of my favorite things.

  Chapter Six

  ~Sarah~

  I can’t breathe. I’m 97% sure that my nerve endings are literally on fire, and true to his promise, walking today, or the days in the near future, will be a challenge.

  God bless him.<
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  “God, Sarah.”

  If I could move right now, I’d open my eyes and look down at him, but I can’t. He’s still inside me, his body also still quivering. I didn’t think it was possible, but this round might be better than any of the previous six.

  Six. Rounds. Of sex.

  In one twelve-hour period.

  I collapse on his chest, bury my face in his neck, try to regain use of my extremities, and purr when he wraps his arms around my back and hugs me close.

  His arms make me want to bite him. In the best sexual way possible. I don’t know what he does to keep them so…awesome, but dear sweet Moses, am I thankful.

  “I’ll make you breakfast,” he murmurs against my neck, sending a fresh round of goose bumps over my skin.

  “Okay. I’ll get off of you in about a month.”

  He chuckles and slaps my ass, and then before I know it, I’m flat on my back and he’s leaning over me, smiling down at me with those amazing green eyes of his.

  “How can you move?”

  “Quick recovery,” he says and kisses my nose. “You stay here and collect yourself and I’ll go cook.”

  “Cook what?” I ask. “There’s nothing in your fridge.”

  “The bagel place delivers.” He winks, places a smacking kiss on my lips, then jumps up and saunters out of the bedroom.

  Naked.

  Holy shit.

  I cover my face with my hands and can’t help but smile. What a night! Adam didn’t wait until this morning to have his way with me again. No, that happened sometime around 2:00 a.m.

  It seems that man can’t keep his hands off of me, and that doesn’t hurt my feelings in the least. I was so right. One night with Adam Spencer was unforgettable and a giant boost to my ego.

  Sex with Kurt was always good. He was an attentive lover. I know it’s not fair to compare the two men, and I never would out loud, but I didn’t know that two men could be so different.

  I mean, it makes sense, but it never occurred to me. The sounds, the smells, the way Adam touches me are all so different from anything I’ve ever experienced before. I didn’t even know that half of what he did to me was even possible.

  Its legality is still questionable.

  I giggle and sit up, sighing when my muscles complain. Good lord, muscles I didn’t even know existed are protesting after the night of exhausting sex I just had.