Morrow's Horizon (The Morrow Women Series Book 1)

by Sierra Kummings

  Bel glanced in the direction of Sara’s gaze and something passed between the two women that she loved. Their shared look showed Sage had no intention of calming the wildness in her.

  Bel and her sister? And Luke?

  No way. No fucking way. Jacob must’ve jacked up Sara’s hormones so much that she saw sex everywhere because Bel, the self-proclaimed woman who wouldn’t date another man, certainly wouldn’t date another woman. Let alone have a threesome.

  Sara dismissed the moment and went back to trying to figure out the sister who made much more sense to her and the man who’d once been like family.

  Riley softened at Jimmy’s approach. “They dragged you into this too, huh?”

  “Can’t say I’m sorry they did. It’s been too long.”

  “Maybe it has.” Inexplicably, Riley didn’t look angry, nor did she say no. She glanced at Sage joining their group once more.

  Their middle sister’s nod and mouthing of the words, “For the both of us,” made little sense, but it worked. Peace claimed Riley as she followed Jimmy onto the tiny stage.

  Sara held her breath, waiting for the haunting ballad to begin.

  Empty arms, quiet halls,

  There’s no comfort in those.

  Brand new toys, matching crib

  And the pretty pink clothes,

  Steal my heart and my breath

  Each time I pass your room—

  * * *

  The nursery I made

  Especially for you

  * * *

  How can my heart go on?

  How much pain can I bear?

  When the pills are all gone

  Will there be comfort there?

  Aside from random bar noises, the crowd grew silent. Reverent.

  How can my heart go on?

  How much pain can I bear?

  One breath was all we shared

  How the hell is that fair?

  Pain fell from her sister’s eyes, its echo ringing out in a voice incapable of hiding the truth of her emotions. What had she meant when she’d said earlier that she’d only sang it that long ago night because…? Because of what? What exactly had happened that night Sage and Riley had disappeared?

  Sara put her arm around Sage, offering comfort. Whatever it’d been, it hadn’t just affected Riley as Sara had originally thought. While their sister sang the last refrain, tears fell from Sage’s eyes as well.

  For only a moment

  I was your mommy

  But just for a moment

  Then you were gone

  For a heartbeat, a silence existed so complete it was as if all sound had been sucked from the room. Then the level of applause became deafening. Riley rejoined the group, her steps unsure, but before she could take her seat, Sage whirled her around in a dancing hug. “I fucking told you, sis.”

  “Yes, you did. And I’ll deal with you later. Right now, though, it’s time our other sister got what she wanted.”

  The two made eye contact, then Riley gave a nod of approval in Sara’s direction. “Go for it, baby,” Riley mouthed.

  Sara didn’t need further encouragement. She smiled up at Jacob as she made her offer. “It’s possible I have an unopened bottle of whiskey at my place. If you’re game.”

  His grin matched hers. “Race you to the car.”

  23

  For the first time in her adult life, Sara felt delicate, cradled in muscular arms as if she weighed nothing. She hadn’t been carried since childhood.

  She gave herself over to the sensation, inhaling the scent that was pure Jacob. Earthy, male, heady. She’d never tire of his smell. It called to her like everything else about the man.

  “Keys. Now.”

  Shivers danced down her spine at his rough tone. He didn’t waste effort on sentences she wouldn’t have understood anyway. Nothing beyond sexual release made sense to her now.

  He swiped the ring from her outstretched hand and opened and closed the door within seconds.

  “Bedroom is down the hall,” Sara whispered breathlessly.

  “That’s for round two.” His stride ate up the distance to the kitchen table faster than she could blink.

  Round two? She might not make it through round one. It didn’t matter where he deposited her. Up against the wall. On the floor. So long as he didn’t stop—with his hands, his mouth, his body. His hard, hard body. His body that currently pressed hers against the cold, even harder wood of the table. Yes!

  He cupped her breasts, running his stubble over the sensitized peaks through the material of her shirt. “Mierda, you are so fucking beautiful, Sara.”

  What Jacob did to her was beautiful. The gentle tug of his mouth on her nipple drew tears of pleasure. And when he sucked, shirt and all? A wildfire started, raging in every direction. Even her toes burned.

  She arched her back so he could take more of her in. How long had she waited for this moment? It seemed an eternity. So long, in fact, that she didn’t need all the foreplay. “I need you inside me now.” Direct and to the point. How could he say no?

  “Your wish is my command.”

  See? Even he felt it.

  Eager to get her hands on him, she undid his belt.

  “But first I need your pussy on my face now.”

  What? No. As in hell no. Sara smelled like bar, and alcohol. She didn’t need a shower for bed-moving sex, but she did need one for an upclose and personal visit like the one he wanted.

  To entice him to stay put, she bucked her hips, rubbing herself against the length of him as she tried to lock her legs around his waist.

  Despite her frantic attempts to keep him in place, he pulled away from her. “I want you naked.”

  Now that she could live with.

  His fingers skimmed over her skirt in a tantalizing move. In turn, she reached for his shirt, hoping to get him naked too. He thwarted her attempt, grabbing her wrist and trapping it at her side while the whisper of cotton teased her legs as he pulled her skirt down past her hips and thighs.

  She couldn’t find it in her to complain that he’d hindered her ability to touch him since he seemed hellbent on a path to finally giving her what she’d wanted. After all, he had mentioned there’d be a round two. If he needed to control round one, she’d let him, just so long as he understood round two would be her turn. He wouldn’t leave her apartment until she’d had her fill.

  She waited for him to unzip, barely breathing.

  What did his cock look like? Was he circumcised? Did it curve at the end?

  Her mouth watered in anticipation, but instead of giving her the show she’d expected, he knelt between her legs, his mouth inches from where it wasn’t supposed to be. She tried her best to scoot backwards off the table. “Jacob, no. You’re supposed to be fucking me.”

  “I’m about to.”

  “With your cock.” Had she not been clear enough?

  She pushed against his shoulders and tried to close her legs. The man refused to budge.

  “Sorry, dulzura, this can’t wait.” Jacob’s words held an urgency she couldn’t deny.

  And, strangely, despite her valid reason for saying no, she found that once his palms began their slow climb up the inside of her thighs, she no longer wanted to.

  He didn’t force her. He didn’t have to. He hypnotized her with his look, his touch… She couldn’t help but to obey him when he applied gentle pressure on her legs for her to open further. Once she complied, he rewarded her with a caress of his thumbs on the line where leg met pelvis. Any remaining protest died on her lips. Her body quaked from that simple stroke. How could she deny him anything? Her will bent to his as he licked the same path his thumbs had taken; her desire heightened when he followed that move with a breath across the damp flesh.

  His absolute focus spoke of his perspective. He found her sexy, alluring, and worthy of intent devotion.

  And Dear God, how she craved that devotion.

  The flat of his tongue smoothed over her outer lips and it felt every
bit as firm and insistent as she imagined the part of his body she wanted in her own mouth would feel.

  “Take off your top.”

  Sara heard the words muffled against her skin, but she didn’t move. How could she when Jacob did such delicious things to her?

  “Sara.” His sexy growl became more insistent.

  He backed up an inch, close enough she could still feel his breath on her pussy, but far enough he no longer touched her.

  The bastard.

  Oh, hell. “My shirt isn’t even technically on, you know.” Or it wasn’t fastened at least. After the show she’d given him on the drive to her house from the bar, she’d only had time to pull it over her breasts before he’d taken her from his jeep.

  But once again, he wouldn’t budge. “Do you want this?” He licked his lips, bringing her attention back to his wonderful tongue.

  She nodded enthusiastically.

  “Then take off your top.”

  “Ugh! Do you know what happened to the man who demanded too much?”

  “People gave him what he wanted?”

  “Nope. Not even close. Ever see the movie Horrible Bosses?”

  “The one where three people conspire to kill overbearing employers?”

  “That’s the one.”

  Sara felt his smile on the inside of her thigh a split second before he said, “At least I’ll die with your cum on my face.” His chuckle sent vibrations straight to her core, sexy even in its defiance.

  Thanks to her traitorous body, her breathless sigh didn’t quite convey her level of frustration. “Fine. But your shirt goes too.”

  Only once his disappeared did she grip the edge of her halter, yanking it over her head. Then countless dreams of this very moment had her sliding from the table to meet his kneel on her own knees. She wanted the press of his naked chest against hers, more than she cared how he might retaliate.

  He growled at her.

  She growled back.

  “Dammit, woman!” He lifted them both to standing and tried to deposit her back onto the table.

  Uh-uh.

  She attacked him with all the fervor of a twenty-six-year-old virgin. “This first.” Starting at his pecs, she licked each line of muscle before flicking her tongue over his nipples. “Oh, Jacob, I’ve dreamed about this so many times.” She used her teeth, just like she’d fantasized about.

  The scrape of her teeth wasn’t gentle, but he gave into her desires as she had his. He wove his fingers through her hair, holding her head even closer to his skin. “Bite me here.” He led her head to the muscle right above his left nipple, right where the freckle existed on her own body, as if everything began and ended with her.

  God, how did he move her like that? How did he turn her inside-out while he turned her on?

  His heartbeat thudded against her cheek as she sunk her teeth into his flesh.

  His roar echoed in her kitchen so loudly she didn’t hear his next words until he’d plastered her to the table again and dropped to his knees. “My turn.”

  Despite his caveman tactics, Jacob didn’t attack her. With just the tip of his index finger, he merely teased her inner folds.

  She wriggled, her body screaming for more.

  “Oh, no, cariño. You wanted to play,” he said. “So now we’re going to play.” He bit the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

  “What I want is you pushing and pulsating inside of me.” She gripped the back of his head, every bit as insistent as he’d been. “Since we’re not doing that because you want to deny me, you’d better make this good.”

  “My pleasure.”

  His tongue slid inside for an intimate kiss that didn’t just make it good, it made fire rage throughout her body.

  She let go of his head and cupped her breasts, massaging them the way he molded her ass. He groaned his approval into her very core and pulled her ass toward him until she all but hung from the table, his grip the only thing keeping her tethered. With one long caress—a lick of his flattened tongue from the base of her pussy all the way up to her clit—he destroyed her, then he came at her with a ferociousness that singed her blood. Every part of her trembled. Her vision blurred. Her lower extremities tensed. Incredible didn't do justice to the velvet warmth of his tongue, or his hard grip on her hips as she ground her pelvis against his face.

  Wickedly, deliciously, his mouth came back again and again, lapping the essence from her body with wet smacks of his lips in a sound so blatantly sexual, more of her arousal met his eager tongue.

  Her whole body throbbed. She rubbed her breasts in an effort to stoke the flames even higher. He watched, gazing hungrily at the motion. The fact that it turned him on pushed her to feed him, to give him more of the show he wanted. She lifted her breasts to her mouth and licked a damp path around one nipple.

  “You really are trying to kill me.”

  “If you stop again to talk,” she panted. “I just might. Jacob. Fuck. I’m so close.”

  In response, he pushed two fingers inside her. She immediately tensed at the upward curl that stroked her internal bundle of nerves. It wouldn’t take much. A few flicks.

  As if he knew her thoughts, his other hand went back to her ass where his pinky slipped between her cheeks. “Oh, Jacob... Yes!” He applied pressure against her opening and heat coiled in her womb. Because he still watched, she closed her teeth over the hard peak of one nipple.

  His low groan didn't prepare her for his assault. He sucked the skin surrounding her clitoris into his mouth at the same time the tip of his pinky pushed through the tight ring of muscles.

  In one beat of her heart, she dangled on the precipice.

  Her lungs ceased movement while tingles radiated from her core outwards.

  Anticipating the fall, she grabbed his hair, holding him in place by the silky locks that tickled her fingers.

  Another heartbeat, another suck, and her lungs filled with air, her eyes closed.

  Light flashed behind her lids—brilliant, colorful spots disappearing as quickly as they came. Then the onslaught rushed her, turning her heartbeat as wild as the orgasm that ripped through her. The room tipped, spinning out of control, yet still he didn’t waiver in his attentions. Each suck and stroke of his fingers in time to her spasms sent more tingles from her womb in every direction, as if instead of a single episode, multiple full-bodied orgasms wrapped together so tightly one never truly ended before the other began.

  A whimper caught in her throat. She wanted everything he could give, wanted his hands everywhere, and she wanted it now.

  She didn’t wait for the world to right, using her death grip on his hair to pull him to her mouth as she sat up. “By all that is holy, fuck me now or I won’t be responsible for my actions!” To seal her request, she locked lips with him, releasing his head to grab at his waistband.

  “Condoms?” he panted.

  “In the bedroom.”

  Instead of taking her with him, he left her there, returning to her side before her legs even hinted at being ready to move.

  A small packet encased in tinfoil landed on her lap. His jeans and boxers disappeared before she realized it contained a condom. Once he stood before her completely naked, she no longer cared. Fucking hell. The v of his waist was even sexier than his chest, the light smattering of hair the perfect amount as it led down to an erection that would make saints sing. The mushroom tip of a circumcised cock pointed straight at her.

  He stroked his shaft and she lost herself in the beauty of the smooth glide of his palm going up and down. None of her previous partners had touched themselves in front of her like that. Boldly. With confidence and enough sex appeal for ten men.

  He spoke through gritted teeth, “Change your mind?”

  Sara tore into the wrapper. Heaven forbid he think that. She wanted every inch of the impressive man in front of her. Every wondrous, hard, exquisite inch.

  He removed his hand, and she secured him at the base, her index finger and thumb unable to meet around his gir
th. A white drop glistened on the tip, teasing her until he rolled the condom down his length in one smooth motion, then pressed against her shoulder.

  “Lie back and hold on.”

  Her shoulders hadn’t even touched wood yet when he sank into her in one fast stroke. She screamed. Or was that him? She could only be sure of the pleasure zipping from her head to her toes.

  Her muscles stretched to accommodate him, but she didn’t want to wait. She locked her ankles behind him and took him in so deep that air burned through her lungs. And still she wanted more. She bucked her hips.

  Once again, he slowed, trying to temper the pace.

  Oh, no you don’t.

  Sara bore down on his cock hard enough to feel him pulse inside her before he withdrew.

  His groan was as breathless as her laugh.

  “Please, Jacob.” The tip of his cock teased her entrance. “Please.”

  “Patience.”

  “No.” She bit his shoulder. “Fast.” Like I’ve dreamed about. “Hard.” She placed her hand over his on her breast and encircled his wrist. Tonight, she didn’t want to be cautious. She wanted to test her boundaries with the man who lit her on fire with a single look. She tugged his hand until it rested at the base of her throat, then trailed her fingers from his wrist to his shoulder, then along his side before digging them into his ass. “Anything goes. Anything.” She braced a hand on his chest. “I want it rough, okay?”

  His stare burned through her. “Sara—”

  “If I say ‘whiskey’, do you promise you’ll stop?”

  “Promise.” The word came out in a rush of air. He anchored her by her hip with his free hand.

  “Wait, I…” A tiny twinge of fear set in. She didn’t want him to choke her, like really choke her, she just wanted him to push her comfort zone.

  Sara closed her eyes in mortification.

  “Hey. No, cariño. I’ll stop anytime. Just say the word.” He swept his thumb across the base of her throat, making her whimper. That whimper turned into a moan when his fingers curled around her neck. “Look at me.”