StarMyst: Forgiven

by Mary Winter

  She nodded, unable to say anything. She needed this. Oh hell, how she needed this. Just the two of them with no other worries.

  “I want you to say you’re ready. I want you to say that you need my cock inside you.” Reid punctuated his words with an incremental thrust of his hips.

  “Yes, dammit!” Laura answered, not carrying if her shout could be heard in another room. “Yes, I want you. Fuck me, Reid. Fuck me!”

  “With pleasure.” Reid entered her with a long, slow thrust that seated him balls-deep inside her.

  Laura moaned. Every ridge and vein on his cock bumped against her sheath, the deliberate penetration forcing her to feel every nuance on his entire length. When at last the tip of his cock brushed against her cervix, she closed her eyes and slumped down on the pillows.

  “Watch!” Reid repeated.

  She dragged her eyelids open, wanting just to lay there and savor every pump of his hips. Laura found herself face-to-face with her image in the mirror. The woman reflected there enjoyed being fucked. Her face contorted with passion, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a perfect oval. Watching the man’s big hands caress the woman’s hips, his cock plunge in and out, it was like watching a really good adult video, the kind where the participants looked as if they were having fun and enjoying putting on a show.

  Laura gasped. She liked putting on a show. Even if it was just for her, the idea of being on display intensified her arousal. She dipped her back, jutting her breasts toward the mirror and watching Reid reach up to cover one with his hand. Her cream dripped down her thighs.

  She’d never imagined herself as a wanton woman, but the image in the mirror told another tale. A story that would never be told if she hadn’t moved to StarMyst and met Reid. She glanced over her shoulder to watch him, wanting to see the actual man, not just his reflection.

  Reid’s face was a study in masculine pleasure. Muscles drawn tight, eyes closed, lips parted, he pumped into her.

  Laura tried to focus on the image, tried to hold off on her release, but Reid’s strokes were too good, too sure. He shifted his angle, sliding deeper into her, and Laura couldn’t hold on any longer. Letting her chin drop to her chest, she released the pent up moans building inside her. A long, low cry erupted from her throat and vibrated through her entire body as her orgasm overtook her.

  The ripples tore through her body, stole her breath, and transported her to some dimension where she didn’t exist. Not her, nor him. Just sensation, pure, unadulterated bliss coursing through her veins. The flutters in her channel teased the length of Reid’s cock. Her nipples tightened even further, each stroke, each inch of her body so sensitive that she swore she’d fly apart from it.

  And then, Reid was there, following her off the cliff. Both hands tightened around her hips and his fingers dug into her flesh. She relished his possession. The need driving him to spill himself deep inside her. He cried out, a guttural sound of pure, male satisfaction, and the hot splash of his come triggered more tremors deep inside.

  Panting, they collapsed together, him against her back, her on her elbows, her knees still bent propping her ass into the air and against his hips. After long moments, he rolled them to their sides and in the motion, his half-hard cock slipped from her. She mewled at the loss.

  The mirror was forgotten. Laura thought only of the man snuggling at her back. His warmth seeped into her skin, his breath caressing her shoulders. The heavy weight of his arm lay across her stomach, and she curled her fingers into it. Tangling her legs with his, she turned just enough to look over his shoulder.

  “I love you,” she whispered. She brushed a soft kiss across his lips.

  He grinned. “I love you too and I can’t wait to get back to StarMyst.”

  Suddenly, neither could she.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sometime between when they’d made love and fallen asleep, Reid had moved them so they lay under the covers. Laura lay in the half-fuzzy area between full sleep and wakefulness. Outside the windows, the hum of the interstate permeated the building. The sounds of semis, of patrons coming and going from the diner next to the hotel, even a few birds announced the arrival of morning, though the light slanting through the crack in the curtains was still tinged with the pink of dawn. Laura smiled and stretched well-used muscles.

  Rolling on her side, she reached across the bed for Reid. He lay sprawled on his stomach, his face turned toward her, one hand outstretched onto her pillow as if even in sleep he needed to touch her. She propped her head on her elbow and looked down at him. Times like these, when it was just the two of them, she could forget all about Conclaves and Sorcerers and believe they were just a man and a woman falling in love.

  Laura smiled. It’d been a long road to get to this point, and she vowed to stay on this course. Snuggling beneath the blankets, she reached across the space separating them to lightly trace patterns on his chest with her finger. She’d done the right thing.

  Beneath the covers, she tangled her fingers with his. She lifted his hand and brushed kisses across the back of his knuckles. As the colors of dawn faded away outside the window, she knew she should get up, shower, and face the day. They had a long drive back to Illinois ahead of them. And yet, the warmth of Reid’s body, the time spent watching him sleep, kept her beneath the covers as surely as his body had pinned hers to the bed last night in lovemaking. Just remembering each plunge of his cock, the tiny endearments that had fallen from his lips between kisses, had her pussy growing wet and her nipples hardening. Her breathing hitched. She feared she might wake him and deliberately struggled to keep quiet.

  On the nightstand, her cell phone vibrated.

  “Damn,” she muttered. She fumbled for it, sending it spinning across the nightstand. Half-afraid she’d wake Reid, though from what she’d seen he slept like the dead, she lunged for it.

  The caller id showed her father’s number and her heart stopped for a moment with the horrible thought that perhaps this had all been a ruse. Drawing a deep breath, she flipped the phone open. “Hello,” she said, trying not to growl at whoever was on the other line.

  “Good morning, Laura.” Her father sounded strained, almost as if someone had put him up to making this call.

  “Good morning.” She would have laughed at his tone, except no one made Xavier Ingress, leader of the Brazos Conclave, do anything. She nibbled on her lower lip as silence stretched as long as the miles between them. “Um, is everything okay?”

  “I suppose it has to be,” Xavier said. “The Conclave had a meeting last night. It appears that your mate has won them over. I’m told it’s a good match. I’m told that by letting you follow your heart eventually it will help heal our strained relationship. I’m told many things, Laura, and I’m not sure I like them.”

  It was, Laura realized, as close to an acceptance as she was going to get from her father. The air whooshed out of her lungs. She sank to the bed then quickly shoved the blankets aside. She slid from the comfort of the plush mattress and thick blankets, padding naked into the bathroom. She didn’t want to wake Reid.

  “Can I ask what brought about this call?” Laura asked warily. Though her father had as much admitted that she could return to Illinois with Reid, she wondered what kind of tricks he was pulling. “You’re not changing your mind are you?”

  “No.” Xavier sighed. “Look, I haven’t probably been the father you wanted or needed, but I am your father. Everything I’ve done has been because I love you and want the best for you. If Reid makes you happy, I’ve been told it’s not my place to interfere.”

  Laura sagged against the edge of the tub. She stifled a yelp at the chilly material against the backs of her thighs and jerked to her feet. “Sounds like you’ve been told a lot of things. What do you feel, father?” Laura grabbed a towel and draped it over the edge of the tub before sitting back down. She’d just done the verbal equivalent of pulling the pin on a grenade and throwing it at her father. She needed to be seated for the consequences.

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p; Xavier sighed again. He’d been doing that a lot, and Laura couldn’t remember a time when he’d sounded so unsure, so hesitant. Not her powerful father, one of the strongest Sorcerers in the country. Her heart fluttered. Her stomach churned, and she thought about pouring herself a glass of water to try and ease the growing ache. Beyond the door slept the man she loved.

  “It doesn’t matter what you feel,” she said in an attempt to diffuse the situation. “What matters is that you’ve called. From your words it sounds as if you won’t be calling me back to Brazos?”

  “No, I won’t be calling you back. I meant what I said. I may not agree with this, but I won’t stand in the way.” Xavier sounded like his old self again.

  “So why are you calling, father? You’ve said all of this to me when we left Brazos.”

  “No, I didn’t.” His stern rebuke vibrated through the phone lines. Xavier cleared his throat.

  Laura waited. Clearly her father was uncomfortable with this conversation. A part of her wanted to put him out of his misery. Just let things go as they were. “You don’t have to say anything else, father,” she offered.

  “Yes. I do.” His vehement response startled her. “I’m sorry, but I should have said something very important while you were here. Yes, you remind me of your mother and I loved her very much. But I love you too. Things may never be right between us. I suspect most father-daughter relationships are strained in some way. I can’t grant you the universal acceptance you deserve. But I can tell you that I won’t interfere. And I hope, someday, you decide to include me in your life once more.”

  Laura sagged on the edge of the tub, all the wind knocked out of her sails. Every time it came to her father, she struggled against railing against him like some spoiled child. He never let her have any fun. He always kept her confined, away from others her age. And now, his words touched her. He did care. Though he told her he did, now, for the first time, she believed it.

  “I see,” she said, because she really didn’t know what else to say. A lump formed in her throat. Straightening, she looked at herself in the mirror, her hair still mussed with sleep, her lips puffy from Reid’s kisses. Squaring her shoulders, she watched as her reflection did the same. “Thank you.” She may not know her father and he probably didn’t know her. When he looked at her, no doubt he saw the gangly-limbed coltish girl who defied his every order and made his life as the leader of Brazos difficult. She couldn’t complain. She saw him in the same light, the over-bearing father who crushed her very spirit.

  “I think we can start fresh, can’t we?” Xavier’s words held hope, a hope that Laura shared. Maybe, as adults, they could start fresh.

  “Sure. I think I’d like that.” Laura cracked open the bedroom door and poked her head outside. Reid still slept sprawled across the bed. Growing up in a house with four boys must have given him the ability to sleep undisturbed. She envied that. In Brazos’ mansion, she had a whole wing to herself and that made it easy to sleep without any noises. Now, the slightest hint, like the traffic outside their window, kept her from sleeping as soundly as she liked. Having Reid in the bed would take some getting used to, but as he rolled onto his back, one arm flung above his head, the sheet tangled around his waist, she didn’t think she’d mind.

  “…a while and then maybe we can talk,” Xavier said.

  Laura blinked, aware her musings about her lover had made her miss her father’s words entirely. “Talking would be good. Reid seems to think we should do a formal Bonding Ceremony. I’m not ready for it, and I suspect neither are you, but maybe, we have something to work toward.”

  Silence filled the other end of the line, and Laura feared she might have pushed her father too much.

  “Let’s start with talking and see what happens,” Xavier said, ever the stubborn Conclave leader.

  “Okay. I’ll call you once I get back to Illinois, okay?” She didn’t say Reid’s Conclave’s name, half fearing that any mention of StarMyst might drive her father back into his shell. Whatever had prompted this change, and she suspected it was probably some stern words from Hattie, she liked it.

  “That would be fine. I look forward to it.” She heard muffled noises and realized that as usual, he’d risen early and was already working on Conclave business. “Have a good day, daughter.”

  “You too, father,” she replied and a moment later the phone disconnected.

  Laura closed the cell phone and stared at it. Her father meant well. He always had, but now, hearing him on the phone taking the tenuous step of calling her even at—she glanced at the cell phone’s display— barely seven in the morning, proved he loved her. Maybe it just took until now to believe it. A grin covering her face, she strolled back into the room. Rebuilding a relationship with her father, getting to choose the man she loved, her world didn’t get much better than this.

  She laid the phone on the nightstand and slid beneath the covers. Her hands felt cool, and she warmed them under the blankets for a bit before snuggling against Reid’s side. His arm curled around her, though his eyes were still closed. She listened to his deep, even breathing. He had to still be asleep.

  She knew just how to wake him up.

  Covering his legs with hers, she grinned as his morning erection brushed against her thigh. She swirled her fingers in circles around his left nipple, rearing up enough to draw the right one into her mouth. His cock twitched.

  She grinned as she laved his nipple with her tongue. Sliding over his hips to straddle him, she swept one hand between them to circle his shaft. She stroked him gently from base to tip then down again.

  He gave a low moan.

  She loved him like this, spread out on the bed at her mercy. Her arousal dampened her pussy, the urge to stroke his length along her slick labia nearly more than she could resist. Instead, she gave his pectoral a gentle love nip then switched her attention to her other nipple.

  His hand curled around her back. Fingers stroked her flesh, sliding down to her buttocks and squeezing. His other hand blindly reached up, found her arm, her ribs, until he slid those talented fingers high enough to graze the underside of her breast.

  “Good morning,” she whispered, half to test whether he was awake.

  His lashes lifted and she found herself staring into his blue eyes. “Good morning indeed,” he rumbled. Fully awake now, he palmed her breast. “Back for more?”

  “How could I resist when you looked so tempting?” She slid down his legs. Turning her head, she trailed her hair over his torso, down to his cock. She swung her blonde strands over it, teasing, watching as Reid’s eyes darkened. She reached between his legs and fondled his balls.

  The musky aroma of his arousal drew her lips down to his shaft. She licked the tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. She found the sensitive place just behind his crown and tongued it, pausing to trace the vein that ran along his entire length.

  Reid groaned. He reached for her, his fingers tangling in her hair. She wrapped her lips around his rod, driven by the need to give him as much pleasure as he gave her. At this very moment, she had it all, and she wanted to savor it.

  She worked her lips along his length, taking him as deep as she could. She gently rolled his balls in her palm, pausing to stroke the skin not covered by her mouth. With every lick and nibble, his cock twitched. Laura listened to his sighs and groans as intently as if he were a virtuoso at a symphony. She grazed his shaft with her teeth, a gentle love nip that had him fisting a hand in the comforter.

  At the moment, things couldn’t get much better than this. She rode the high caused by desire and adrenaline. She was free…free… so free she had half a mind to book another night on her credit card and stay in bed with Reid for an entire day. She tongued the tip of his shaft, coaxing another drop of fluid from the tip. Then again, there was something to be said about being home and in her own bed.

  Her pussy ached. Hunched down on his legs, she couldn’t do anything to ease her need. She released his penis then swiveled so her ass faced h
im. Instantly, Reid sat up enough to cup her thighs and haul her toward his face. Laura went onto all fours.

  The tip of Reid’s tongue touched her clitoris and she nearly screamed from the intense burst of pleasure. Her toes curled. Her eyes crossed for a moment, and she lowered her mouth back to his shaft, determined to make him feel as good as he made her. She could stay here all day, straddling his legs, sucking his cock. She found his balls, gently teasing the skin between with the tip of her finger. This was the man she loved. Every inch of him.

  Laura closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the sensation of loving Reid and being loved in return. She struggled to wrap her mind around the images of waking up every morning like this. She tried to picture herself at StarMyst and failed. A shudder wound through her body at Reid’s expert use of lips and tongue. She loved him so fucking much, and yet, even now, with his cock in her mouth and his fingers on her pussy, she doubted.

  No. She refused to think that this could be anything other than what it was. Maybe her father’s phone call spooked her. And maybe, just maybe, she thought too damn much. Her overly-analytical nature was what got her into medical school. She shoved the thoughts from her mind. The only thing she wanted to think about would be the heavenly feel of Reid’s cock sliding inside her.

  Laura relaxed the muscles in her throat, taking her lover deeper. His salty taste rolled down the back of her throat. She relished it, wanting more. Gently, she squeezed his balls, curling her fingers around the top of them and pulling slightly.

  Reid blew a puff of air over her sex and groaned. A single digit explored the outer folds of her sex, tracing along the length of each labia. He gathered her moisture on the tip of his finger and dragged it up toward her anus.

  Laura stilled as he circled her puckered flesh. “You’re not…” Her heart hammered. He was too big. He’d never fit back there, though she’d heard it felt wonderful.

  “This morning, I think I will.” His finger stilled. “If that’s all right with you.”