by Dez Burke
He made his way the short distance to the waterside terraced mansion housing the hotel where he was staying. Many of the other guests were accommodated there and he couldn’t help wondering if Makayla also had a room in the same hotel.
Reminding himself once again to stop thinking about her, he grabbed his key and located his room, too much in a dark mood to notice the beauty of his surroundings. He was too filled with gloom about how all the romance from the wedding was suddenly making him remember what he’d lost.
Wrong…what he’d never had, his inner voice corrected.
Swearing underneath his breath, Blade let himself into his suite and locked the door after him. He stripped out of his wedding outfit, a white tux over black dress pants, bowtie and pleated shirt and black shoes – all pretty formal considering it had been a destination wedding on the beach.
But then Gina had wanted that part of the wedding to be traditional; the outfits, that is. The men all had to look dashing in their suits while the women had been sheathed in their gorgeously feminine gowns. Blade drew up a glimpse he’d had of Makayla in some kind of sea-foam colored dress of ethereal quality. It had hung on thin straps and she’d had matching flowers in her hair. The fabric had clung to her jealously, like a second skin and had seemed like a huff and a puff would blow it off her delectably curvy body.
Shaking his head angrily to shake off the image, he stripped off the last of his clothes and headed straight for the shower. He set it on icy and didn’t care if it felt like he was freezing up his own veins, showering in water at that temperature.
Blade could hear the laughter and music still wafting from the wedding party. Shoving his wet hair off his face, he reached for a towel to dry off.
He padded into the bedroom and didn’t bother with the lights, letting the glow from the adjoined living room provide any kind of illumination he needed. Tossing off the towel, he slipped underneath the covers, letting out a deep sigh at the instant sensation of warmth that welcomed him.
It took two seconds to register that he wasn’t alone in the bed.
The fuck? Dazed, Blade straightened off the pillows and yanked away the covers. A slim, shapely figure twisted unto her back, moaning slightly as she blinked her eyes awake. The next moment Blade was snapping on the bedside light and he was soon able to tell who the hell had been sleeping in his bed.
“What the hell…Makayla? What are you doing in my fucking bed?”
He tried not to yell though he figured his voice had still come out in a loud roar. Makayla rubbed at her eyes, flinching at his loud tone. “I must have fallen asleep waiting…you took so long coming back…”
“Oh, excuse me; I had no idea a naked woman would be waiting under my covers, keeping them warm for lucky old me,” he said coldly, the shock at seeing her not yet worn off. He still couldn’t tell if he wasn’t just dreaming her or maybe he was finally going nuts.
“You don’t have to be mean,” Makayla mumbled, combing her wavy hair off her face as she looked at the fuming Blade. Oh boy, she’d never seen him so furious. What had made her think this was a good idea? Oh yeah, Gina. She’d thought it would be a nice touch considering how they’d met. But right then Blade didn’t seem impressed with the coincidence.
“Mean…? Are you fucking joking…? How did you even get in here?” he growled.
Makayla sighed deeply. “Gina arranged it with the hotel. We lied that I was your fiancée though, just to make it seem even more romantic.” She couldn’t help blushing at his incredulous expression. She’d hoped to pull off a hot seduction scene but she’d been so tired waiting for him to come in from the party that she’d dozed off and hadn’t even heard him come in.
Makayla’s eyes drank him in helplessly, wishing he didn’t look so fucking edible. She could tell he just had a shower and he hadn’t bothered with clothes before sliding into bed. Typical. And oh so sexy; reminding her that she was dressed in just her skin too.
Blade had caught her eyes on his body and snatched the covers up over his midsection. He pointed to the door. “You need to leave, right now. Or I will.”
“Don’t be like that, Blade,” Makayla said softly. “I can imagine how you must feel.”
“You have no freaking idea how I feel,” Blade gritted out. “Do you think life is all just some game? You rip a guy’s heart out and then you chew it up and now you’re here so you can spit the pieces back in my face? Fuck that.”
He turned and made to roll off the bed, but Makayla caught his arm desperately in both of hers, needing all her strength to keep him in place. She knew he could fling her off with barely a brush of his arm but she also knew he wouldn’t do anything that would potentially hurt her. Moving fast, she ambled up against him, balancing on her knees as she stared deeply into his eyes.
“I know this is unconventional…but I couldn’t figure out a better way to get you to listen to me. I need to explain why I did what I did – and how stupid I was thinking I single-handedly had the solution to something that affected both of us,” Makayla told him in a rush, her heart pounding with the effort of trying to make sense when all she could register was the heat and hardness of his body which was stiffened against hers.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the silly reason I gave about leaving you,” she cried. “I didn’t really want to let you go. But I was scared you were too tied down with Jessica and Jamie and that one day, I’d lose you to them anyway.”
“Are you saying you left me because of my ex and her son?” He looked even more hurt now.
“No! God, I’m not saying this right,” Makayla muttered, thinking fast. “Look, the truth is, I felt insecure. I told myself you loved me but I wasn’t sure it was enough. And I wasn’t even sure I deserved it. I told myself Jamie deserved it more. I figured you needed to be with them, be a normal family and my being around would jeopardize the chances of that.”
“So…to drive me into Jessica’s arms, you cooked up that story about the promotion in London?” he asked with a confused frown.
“Well, after we broke up I fully intended to go to London anyway. I did get the job and I couldn’t stand the thought of staying around knowing that I’d given you up. But then Jessica showed up on my doorstep and told me I didn’t need to make any sacrifices with our relationship because she wasn’t going to be your problem anymore. Or at least, she was going to let you be part of Jamie’s life but you didn’t need to marry her to do it.”
“Oh fuck, this is as messed up as I thought,” Blade groaned, holding his head in his hands.
“No; it’s not,” Makayla said, gently tugging his hands down and looking into his grimacing face. “I’m sorry, Blade. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have thought I had all the answers. I should have talked it out with you, figured out a way that worked for all of us.”
“I loved you, Makayla. It was as simple as that. But you complicated – messed up – everything,” Blade said coldly. “I knew Jessica was a problem but she was never something I couldn’t handle. You should have had more faith in me, instead of thinking you could ‘give me away’ like I was some toy you could spare.”
Makayla bit on her lip, her heart breaking as her hands fell away from him in shock and pain. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, weak to the heart and not knowing what to do.
“Sorry isn’t going to be good enough. It never is,” Blade spit out, his eyes narrowing to thin slits.
Makayla had to fight to keep from sobbing. How crazy was she to have thought she could talk him back into loving her?
“I know,” she breathed, her voice catching on a sob and trembling with the fear that the next second, he was going to have her thrown out.
“But…it’s a start,” he growled, making Makayla blink in startled disbelief. But before she could react, he’d taken both her arms and had her flat on her back, her wrists pinned high above her head.
“Blade…?”
“Ssh,” he said huskily, keeping one large hand around her impr
isoned wrists while he placed the other over her mouth. “No talking. Not right now. Words just take me round in circles until I’m not sure if I’m coming or going. We’ll have to find a better way to communicate now, won’t we?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Her insides now turned to molten lava, Makayla could only nod in reply, unable to speak with his large hand over her mouth. He smiled predatorily, his eyes sweeping over her naked frame, half-crushed beneath his manly weight. Makayla thought it was a good idea to keep talking out of the equation for now. Because she could hardly speak to save her life when Blade started to run those familiar, sinful lips of his down her throat to her thrust-out breasts.
She could hear his shallow, harsh breathing and knew it echoed hers. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt his warm tongue circle her nipple. It felt like lifetimes ago since she’d felt that volt of pleasure, that agonizing bliss of his mouth on her flesh.
He nibbled on the twin buds like they were currants, making her whimper and arch her spine, offering up more of herself to his ravishing mouth. When he ground his pelvis into her right then, she let out a strangled groan at the sensation of his throbbing manhood brushing on her mound. With all her might, Makayla tried not to give in to the urge to shed tears of passionate arousal.
His hands slid down to spread open her thighs, and Makayla tossed her head to the side when she felt him settle his granite-hand cock against her sex. She felt the shaft rub on her clit all the way down to the edge of her pussy and felt her insides jellify from bliss. His body was as gloriously warm and silky as she remembered; all rigid muscle and satiny sinew. She bucked against him and moaned…and finally begged for more.
“Tell me what you want,” Blade rasped, lifting his mouth from her breasts to run fevered lips along her throat. Makayla shivered, her mind reeling from the very many things she did want; and pinpointed one that made her mouth water even more than ever.
“I need to taste you,” she whispered, eyes glowing as he rose up to look into her face. “I want your cock in my mouth, filling me up. I missed it so much.” As she spoke, she reached down between them to his thick stem, so hot and throbbing that it almost scalded to take hold of the pulsing shaft. His feral groan of pleasure was all the encouragement she needed.
In moments he was laying on his back, giving her access to every powerfully toned inch of him. Hungry to have his taste on her tongue, Makayla stole a kiss from his lips, making them both moan from the sensuous dance of her tongue inside his mouth. French kissing had never been so sweet and wicked.
Slowly, she broke off the kiss and started to plant her lips in a warm trail down his muscled frame. She wanted to feast on him…gorge herself on his golden goodness. Sleepless nights filled with want were all forgotten now as Makayla palmed his privates, scooping his heavy balls in one hand and wrapping her other hand around his cock. He was so heavy and virile, and she just wanted to swallow him all up.
Gazing up at him, she stroked him hungrily and saw an equal hunger stamp into his features. Knowing how much her touch pleased him got her folds twitching and sizzling like crazy. Determined to focus on his enjoyment more so than hers, she sinuously inched down his body to wantonly lick his bulging cap. It was like a huge mushroom, and so delicious looking that she couldn’t resist enfolding her lips around it. Her tongue danced underneath the corona and his strained groan filled her ears.
Blade soon had his fingers in her hair, scooping them off her face as he watched her ravenously suck his cock. Her hand pumped firmly on the base, her lips drooling moisture down his staff and giving her the lubrication she needed to jack him off while she bobbed her head up and down on him.
“Aw, hell. That’s so hot, Makayla. So. Fucking. Hot. Keep doing that…yeah, suck it hard,” Blade groaned, and Makayla tried to match each one of his bawdy instructions even as she shivered with mounting arousal.
“Look at me. I like to see your pretty face when you’ve got those sexy lips around my cock,” he said, making her melt to goo from all his lewd words. Her eyes lifted to his hooded gaze and it was so thrilling to look at him while she performed the intimate acts on his organ. Pleasuring him turned out to be pleasurable for her, as well, as her nerve endings tingled with increased arousal. His silk-coated steel pipe of a cock felt so good sliding in and out of her mouth as he bucked his hips upwards to meet her sucking lips. Makayla wanted to go all night if possible, just gliding her lips all over him. But then he started to jerk faster and suddenly, he was tugging her off him by her hair, growling that he didn’t want to cum in her mouth.
“On your hands and knees, woman,” he rasped, and the trembling Makayla was quick to obey. Feeling exposed and totally in his power, she let him position her so that her shoulders were down, her face resting on the mattress whilst her ass curved high in the air.
“Damn.” Blade’s voice was thick with lust as he got behind her, his large hands resting on her ass and spreading her cheeks wide, making Makayla blush just thinking how much of her was open to his scrutiny.
Makayla felt him lower his face into her ass cheeks and she almost exploded right then. What was he doing…oh!
Blade’s tongue was dancing all over her pussy, his face grinding in between her globes. Makayla screeched in ecstasy, her fingers dragging on the sheets. What he was doing to her pussy felt so good it had to be illegal. In her present position, the sensation of his mouth on her sex was all the more intense and wild. He fingered her and then lapped on her clit, reaching her in places she had formerly thought impossible. Makayla had never dreamed Blade would have any more surprises up his sleeve but that night he showed her plenty.
He made her shatter through two orgasms before he finally settled on his knees behind her raised rump. His hands braced on her hips and banged her bouncy ass hard against his groin. Makayla whimpered, shuddering as his cock slicked close to her slit. Blade’s breath was harsh with passion and Makayla just knew she was in for a hard ride. And good god, she could hardly wait.
The moment he rammed his cock inside her, Makayla exploded in thunderous fireworks.
She spasmed and moaned as waves of bliss turned her mind to mush. Blade didn’t let up, withdrawing to the tip and slamming in again with equal force. His balls rested heavy against her ass and every nerve she had seemed to catch fire from the igniting quality of his thrusts.
“Oh Blade…too much,” she cried, as his full length seemed ready to rip out of her throat in that full-on position. He paused in his thrusts and left his cock pulsating inside her at mid-point.
“You want it slow and easy?” he husked, as he started rocking in that mesmerizing way of his that made her pussy drip in remembrance. He pumped in steady, slipping and sliding and stroking every inch of her walls, making her feel him in every crevice.
“I…I…yes, oh yes,” she moaned, the hot knifing pressure easing somewhat now that he wasn’t tearing her apart with his cock. And yet as he lunged in deeper and deeper, her own body started to seek more as she bumped and ground against him. Greed took over and as her pussy adjusted once more to his girth, it sucked on him purposefully as turned to a sheathe of Velcro that wouldn’t let go.
“Now, Blade. Go harder. Please. Fuck me harder.”
“Oh, God.” Blade leaned over her hunched frame, sending his length to the depths of her insides. He grabbed her swaying tits like they were handlebars and squeezed so hard on the soft globes that she cried out, loving every bit of his animal passion.
“Yes…yes!” she cried, gritting her teeth at the agony and bliss wending like threads of DNA within her system. Pleasure and pain and hot, sweet ecstasy took over her every cell. Blade fucked her and fucked her and brought them both to a place where she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. His pace became a blur of thrusts that would rival the most state-of-the-art fuck machine ever built. Each stabbing, chopping drill of his cock drove her closer and closer to the edge, and she could only chant his name as the pressure built to dangerous proporti
ons.
“I can’t hold back anymore, baby,” he groaned. “I’m about to fucking explode.”
“Me too,” Makayla moaned, arching her back as her hand reached around to cup the firm, clenching muscle of his right buttock. Blade growled with pleasure and slipped his hand underneath to pry her erect clit from its hood. Stroking hard, he zinged her away on the clouds with him as finally, they climaxed. Makayla felt like she had a thousand electric shocks shooting through her pussy. Blade jammed several more heedless thrusts into her contracting vagina, the juicy sounds of his cock mashing through her soaked pussy filling the air with carnal harmony. With his last plunge, he spurted her walls with cum, roaring with his head thrown back as his hips strained against hers.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
It was a long, long…long time later before they got down to some real talking. Blade made her promise they’d always find a way to work out their problems together. Makayla heartily agreed, clutching tight to him like she was still afraid she’d lose him.
He told her about his new business venture which involved giving training and self-defense classes to civilians and whoever else needed it. He was also involved in helping out with a few charity projects where he tutored kids for free how to handle bullying and how to defend themselves if necessary. Blade had decided to pass up on Drake’s offer for now.
Makayla informed him that though she turned down the London job, her employers still gave her a promotion in her usual branch which meant she didn’t need to move. Makayla then suggested coyly that they didn’t need to rush back to the ‘States because she’d taken two weeks off which meant they had ample time for some make-up sex and just making up in general.
“You were so sure I’d take you back huh?” Blade rumbled, sounding like he was not sure he was happy to be such an easy shot.
“Not at all,” Makayla said, shaking her head. “I figured you might be stubborn so the first thing I did when I got in here was hide away your passport and travelling papers. I wasn’t going to let you leave the country – or leave the freaking room – until you agreed to give me one more chance.”