From This Moment

by Lexi Buchanan

  “Are you ‘rising’ to the occasion?”

  “Sweetheart, I’d ‘risen’ to the occasion the minute I touched you.”

  “Then it won’t matter if I tell you what I want to do to you when I fully recover, does it?”

  “Unless you want me coming in my sweats, then it does.”

  We reach the top of the stairs, and I tease, “I want you naked, sitting in one of the chairs downstairs. You will be hugely erect and throbbing. I’m also going to be naked, kneeling between your legs while you watch me suck you dry.”

  As Cade lays me on the bed, I notice his hands shaking. His eyes are full of lust and his erection is huge under his sweats. Wow, I did this to him.

  “One touch from you and I’m going to explode.” He nearly chokes on the words.

  Cade

  How the hell I make it to the bedroom to lay Rona down on the bed, I’ll never know. The images she’s just placed in my head have me hard as rock.

  Rona wakes me from my inner thoughts as she grabs the waist of my sweats.

  Shit.

  “This isn’t a good idea. I’m so close after that little fantasy.”

  She licks her lips. “I realize that, honey.”

  She shoves her hand down the front of my sweats to hold my erection against my stomach while she pushes the sweats down my legs. I kick them off. Rona holds my cock, bringing it to her mouth where she feathers kisses all around the head while licking off the pre-cum. Bringing me closer, she caresses my rear and between my legs before wrapping her hand around my throbbing shaft.

  “Argh!” My body quivers with the movement of her hand along my cock and her tongue swirling around the head.

  “God, I want you in my mouth, but I can’t open it wide enough with the bruising.” She puts her mouth back to the tip and does a rather powerful suck around the flared head.

  My breathing speeds up, hard and fast.

  “I know, but what you’re doing feels so good.”

  Continuing to move her hand up and down, she laps at my balls, with her tongue. I gasp. Coming back to the tip, she licks more juice from the slit, sucking around the head. When she strokes my trigger spot, between my legs, I climax in her mouth, groaning softly, feeling like a teenager on a short fuse.

  Releasing me, Rona looks into my eyes while I try to catch my breath. She licks her lips then puts her mouth back on my shaft, licking all around while holding my gaze.

  “I need to sit down.” I collapse on the bed next to her.

  “Was that good?” she has a smug look on her face.

  “Um.”

  Curling into me on her good side, she kisses my chest. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Would you be offended if I told you I want to pay half of the holiday costs?”

  “Very.”

  “Non-negotiable?” Rona asks me.

  “Exactly.”

  Standing, I remove the rest of my clothes, and then help Rona out of hers. It’s unfair that she keeps pleasuring me without taking anything for herself. I’m going to go slowly so I don’t cause her pain.

  Helping Rona lie down on her back, I settle on my side next to her and gaze at her body. She’s exquisite—the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  I caress her face before moving down her neck to her shoulders and collarbone. Leaning over, I kiss the tip of each breast—she erupts in goose bumps. Needing to devour her, I take one nipple into my mouth while I alternate between licking and sucking. At the same time, my hand travels south over her rib cage and stomach as I circle her naval and down between her thighs. Opening her legs slightly for me, while I’m still alternating between breasts with my mouth, I feel how wet she is.

  “Cade . . . please put your fingers in me.” She wiggles on the bed.

  “Sweetheart, don’t move so much. You’ll hurt yourself.” I’m worried she’ll aggravate her hip. Still rubbing between her legs, I slip one finger inside her, but she’s so wet, I insert another and start to scissor them in and out at the same time as I lock my lips to hers in a hard, wet kiss. Our tongues stroke and dance together. I find myself rubbing my aroused cock against her leg uncontrollably.

  God, I’m so hard right now with Rona writhing around on my hand. Every movement she makes causes my dick to harden more and lengthen with arousal. I’ve only just come, but I’m ready again.

  Lengthening the kiss, I devour her moans as I rub her clit with my thumb, my fingers sliding in and out of her wet core.

  Rona breaks from the kiss, whimpering and gasping in pleasure. I suckle her breast, and nibble on her aroused flesh. This is going to be over too quickly as I feel my balls pull up, and before I can do anything, I’m coming all over her leg in hot burst of pleasure.

  Rona vibrates with her own pleasure. Her orgasm is so powerful, her head thrashes on the pillow as a long moan bursts from between her lips. I slow the movement of my fingers and her core quivers in small after-tremors, coating my fingers with her release.

  “Fuck . . . wow. Hot damn,” she laughs. “I think I’m going to sleep here for the rest of the day, right through dinner. Right now I can’t move a muscle.”

  “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” I ask with concern. The last thing I want is to hurt her, and with all the movement toward the end, I need to make sure she’s still all right.

  “I’m good. Um, I’m more than good.”

  “In that case, I need to move and get a cloth to clean you up. I can’t control myself.” I offer a polite apology.

  “I love that you lose it with me.”

  “Only ever with you.”

  Chapter 24

  Jake

  Stepping back, I admire the dark cherry wood counter top that I’ve just finished installing. It really shines and looks amazing with the matching cabinet doors. Elise is a country girl and loves the warm comforts of homemade more than the modern pieces you can buy these days.

  The open plan of the downstairs makes the house look more than twice the size that it is—light and airy. By the time the house is furnished, it will really look like a home. Now that I have Elise, I need the house to be ready and I’m becoming impatient. I just want to be living here with her in our own space without fear of stumbling upon Rona and my dad in a compromising position. I shudder at the thought. I can accept their relationship, but it’s just too weird witnessing even a hot kiss.

  Running my hands through my hair, I shake the thought from my head tackling my mess. Hearing a car, I look up to try to see who it is. It can’t be Elise’s as hers is still in the shop, and I can’t think of anyone else stopping by.

  Wiping my hands on the rag sticking out of my back pocket, I toss it in the pile of tools on the floor before making my way to the front porch just in time to watch Elise climb from Anna’s car.

  Elise hasn’t spotted me yet, but my sister, Beth followed by Anna, blows me a kiss when she spots me. I wave to them and holding my arms out, I catch Elise up in a hug when she reaches me. Holding her tight, I lean down and seal our lips together. She tastes like cherry from the gloss she always wears on her beautiful lips—some things never change.

  Neither does my reaction to her. As soon as my lips touch hers, I’m lost. Deepening the kiss, Elise reaches up with her fingers in my hair and holds me close. Little does she know I have no intention of leaving her to go anywhere.

  “You always taste good,” I tell her when she pulls away to catch her breath. “I love how you react to me. As though your body knows you’re home.”

  “I am home, but I’m not having sex with you out here on the porch with your sisters watching.”

  I grin, and rub my erection against her stomach. “So if my sisters weren’t around, you’d let me have my way with you on the porch?”

  Ignoring the whistles coming from my sisters as Anna and Beth drive off, I kiss Elise along her neck and rub her breasts through her clothes out of view of the drive.

  She pushes against my searching fingers.


  “Yes,” she mumbles. “But first the house.” Stepping out of my arms, she leaves me standing on the porch with a large bulge behind my zipper.

  I follow her into the house, unsure if my limp is because of my hip or my erection.

  Walking toward her, I slip my arms around her waist and snuggle into her from behind while she’s taking in the kitchen. Her eyes scan the entire room but she doesn’t say anything as I wait for her to voice her opinion.

  She’s so quiet, which worries me. Elise isn’t known for being quiet, and if it involves her then she doesn’t usually take long to voice her opinions.

  “I really don’t know what to say. It’s my dream house . . . right down to the colors you’ve chosen for the cabinets. How could you remember what I told you after all this time?” Her voice is breathless as though she’s in awe.

  “I have a good memory.”

  Elise turns to face me. “It’s not just that, Jake. Even when we weren’t together, you were obviously thinking about me. Otherwise,” she waves her hand to indicate the entire room, “you wouldn’t have started this house and done everything you knew I wanted in a home.” Elise wraps her arms around my waist with her head on my chest. “You even remembered the country feel for the kitchen that I wanted.”

  “I remember everything from our time together. Some things that you probably wish I didn’t,” I admit on a chuckle. “Like the time in sixth grade when you had that pink, frilly thing on, and you slipped outside. You ended up on your ass and showed the entire class your matching pink panties.”

  Elise hits me on the arm. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

  She shakes her head and walks to the counter tops for a closer look.

  “Hey, of course I’m going to remember that. I’m a guy and your panties were involved. Actually, I think that was what triggered puberty for me,” I wink as I follow her.

  She rolls her eyes at me while I’m grinning like an idiot. “I have other memories if you want me to recap.”

  “It depends whether or not they involve panties,” she quips. She moves further away as her slim fingers trace a path along the new counter top.

  I’m working on closing the gap between us.

  “Well, there is that one time you tried that hair removal cream.”

  “Argh. Why can’t you remember the time I surprised you with the red lingerie,” she grumbles.

  “Oh, babe. I remember that, and if I remember correctly you didn’t actually have panties on that time.”

  She laughs. “Panties again. I’m starting to think you have a panty obsession.”

  “Only if they’re yours.” I cage her in against the counter. “But the time I always remember as being hot as fuck is the hair removal cream. You were so embarrassed at the party and couldn’t sit still. I remember taking you outside because I thought you were overheating, but then you admitted what you’d done and I couldn’t see straight.”

  “It was the first time you had your mouth on me down there.”

  I grin. After all these years she still can’t say it, but right now, I’m too busy remembering. “Behind a tree about one hundred yards from Jason’s house. I had your dress up, panties down and my fingers and mouth on you. At least I helped relieve what you’d done with that cream.”

  Elise blushes.

  I lick my way along her collarbone up to her ear, and whisper, “You still have a sweet little pussy,” while nibbling her earlobe.

  She moans, and pushes against me. “Are you trying to sweet talk your way into my panties?”

  “Is it working?” I ask, grabbing her ass and hauling her up onto the counter top. Her legs splay allowing the bulge in my jeans to press against her core. I’d bet anything she’s wet and ready for me.

  “Not yet.” Her whisper turns into a groan as I rock against her.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Mmm.”

  I smile and start kissing down her chest, nuzzling my way further south between her breasts as the buttons on her shirt start to pop open.

  Her hands are in my hair, and she tugs until my eyes rise to meet hers. When I look into them I see nothing but love reflected back at me. Seeing that love brings my raging hormones under control, and leaning forward I kiss her lips. “I love you, Elise.” I kiss her again so she can’t reply. “Let’s talk.”

  She caresses my chest and pushes me back. “You want to talk? I thought we were going to celebrate in the kitchen.” She grins.

  “We can celebrate soon. I’d planned on talking to you the first opportunity I had, but seeing you in our home sent everything out of my head.” I smirk. “And down south.”

  Elise

  I smile at Jake’s comment about everything going down south, but my stomach somersaults at what he wants to talk about. He looks nervous now, instead of the man who can’t wait to get into my panties. Now I’m nervous.

  “What did you want to talk about?” I dread his answer, wanting to get it out in the open quickly.

  “Um,” he closes his eyes for a second before opening them to hold my gaze. “I want you to marry me.” He covers my mouth with his hand to hold my words inside. “You’re the only woman that I ever want to wear my ring, to be the mother of my children. I know it’s a really bad time with all the shit that’s been happening, but I need you to know that you’re it for me, Elise. You always have been.”

  While my eyes fill with tears, Jake produces a ring from somewhere. His hand shakes as he releases me to take hold of my right hand. “I want you to wear the ring on this hand for now as a promise ring, and when everything calms down, and you’re ready, then I want you to wear it as an engagement ring.” He slips the ring on my finger. “Do you think that, maybe, you’d be up for having me as a permanent fixture in your life?”

  How can he think I wouldn’t?

  Throwing my arms around his neck, I climb up his body with the help of his large hands on my bottom, and whisper, “I’ll marry you the second it can be arranged.”

  He holds me tight and exhales. “Thank God.”

  I realize why he wants to wait before announcing our engagement, and he’s right. One minute I was engaged to Tom, he hit me, then was killed, and now I’m back with the only man I’ve ever really loved, all within a week. I’m surprised I haven’t cracked.

  Shaking those bad thoughts from my head, I start nibbling on Jake’s ear before using my tongue on the lobe. He shudders. I know all his weaknesses and I’m going to enjoy getting reacquainted with them.

  Licking down his neck and back up along his jaw, I seal our mouths together in a kiss of pure heat. Our tongues tangle, and the more I taste him, the more aroused my body is becoming. I can’t stay still as I wiggle against him. His hands grip tightly on my bottom, and lowering me slightly, he rocks his bulge against my core.

  He’s taken over the kiss, and it feels like he can’t get enough of me. I know the feeling.

  Breaking from his wet kiss, I’m panting. “I want you to fuck me, hot, hard,” I nibble on his lobe, making him hard, “and fast against the kitchen wall.”

  He pauses, and when our eyes meet he loses it.

  Turning with me in his arms, he pushes me up against the wall and devours my mouth as he crushes his body against mine. I feel as though my body is about to combust with the excitement running through me, and the desperation I have to feel his cock sliding inside me.

  I moan as Jake’s hand presses against one breast before moving on to my other.

  “I need to touch you,” he breathes against my neck.

  Without taking my shirt off, he scrunches it up over my chest in seconds, my breasts bared to his touch. He holds me against the wall with his lower body and uses his hands to squeeze and pinch my nipples. My breasts aren’t the smallest so Jake has more than a mouthful when he dips his head and starts to tongue one of my erect nipples, massaging it against the roof of his mouth.

  Needing to touch him, I run my hands over his shoulders and pull his tee shirt up and over his head
, tossing it somewhere behind him.

  “Jake, don’t stop,” I beg.

  “I can’t. God, I need to be inside you.” His hand starts to rub between my legs while he tries to get inside my jeans. My button and zipper fly open, and his fingers slip inside, creating havoc against my wet heat, the place I want him most. But I don’t want to come like this. I want him buried deep.

  “Get inside me, Jake. Now!”

  He growls, and after a bit of maneuvering I have one leg out of my jeans and panties and he’s shoved his jeans and shorts down past his hips. Within seconds, he thrusts inside. Our groans are lost in each other’s mouths as Jake ravishes mine with his tongue, teeth and lips. I’m clawing his shoulders unable to get enough of him. He’s taking my mouth as hard as he’s taking my core, claiming me with his love.

  His fingers start to roll and pinch one of my nipples as he presses against my breast. On each thrust inside, he hits my sweet spot, and the hairs on his groin tickle my clit. “I’m so close,” I moan against his ear.

  “I’m there, babe,” he hisses between clenched teeth.

  That’s when we both momentarily freeze—not because we’re hanging on the edge of our orgasm but because we can hear a car pull up outside.

  Oh God, no!

  “Don’t . . .”

  He thrusts deep inside me and groans into my neck as I feel him coming, setting off my orgasm. I’m grinding on him as my walls massage along his hard dick in pure pleasure. I never want it to end when the slamming of a car door breaks into my passion-induced haze.

  “God, babe. I’m sorry, but I need to pull out and get my jeans up to intercept whoever is outside because nobody gets to fuckin’ see you like this.”

  As Jake starts to retreat, I tighten my legs and clamp down on his cock. Tiny tremors run back and forth in my core along his hardening dick, which just prolongs my pleasure.

  He groans, but manages to withdraw from me. I look down to watch—because I want to get a look at his dick—as a string of cum keeps us connected before he puts me on my feet, breaking the connection.