A Million Wishes

  His fingers dug into the couch and his eyes slammed shut in an effort not to rip her lily white dress off of her, and take her right there on the coffee table. He groaned and thrust his hips into her hand and opened his eyes when she giggled. She looked like a fairy nymph, with the shoulder strap of her dress hanging off her shoulder and her bottom lip captured between her teeth. A tumble of curls gracing her shoulders from the few pins she had managed to remove. She was grinning, her eyes that smoky green that they got when she was aroused and her skin flushed down her neck and over the tops of her breasts. She was his beautiful temptress, in virginal white driving him crazy with desire. He caught her hand and pulled it from his boxers, trying to maintain control by taking a sip of wine then offering her some, as her hands worked their magic on his aching muscles.

  “Come sit between my thighs baby. Let me take the rest of the pins from your hair. I love seeing it down and wavy over your shoulders.” She moved to sit on the floor between his legs with her back to him, nuzzling her cheek on his knee and softly kissing his thigh, still gently rubbing him there. Once he removed all the pins he dug his fingers through the thick mass of curls and rubbed her scalp until she was purring like a kitten.

  “God Noah that feels so good. Thank you baby, I didn’t realize just how much those were pulling until you took them out. It feels so much better now.”

  He kept dragging his rough fingers over her scalp and down her neck, slowly moving back up again and rubbing her temples, easing his fingers back down the nape of her neck, and across her shoulders. The straps of her dress now hung loosely over her shoulders and her breathing was slower, more relaxed than it had been. That is, until he toyed with the zipper of her dress and tugged it down halfway, raking his fingertips down her spine causing goose bumps to break out over her skin. He slipped the straps of her dress down her arms, leaned towards her and lifted her hair from her neck and kissed her there. He smiled when her breath hitched and she tilted her head to let him know she wanted more. This time his teeth raked the sensitive skin of her neck as his fist tightened in her hair, tugging it just a bit more and growling in her ear. “Stand up in front of me Mikayla. I want to see this lovely dress of yours slip from the curve of your hips.”

  As soon as he released her hair Miki, stood and turned to face him. The desire she saw in his eyes made her ache unbearably and frankly she couldn’t get her dress off fast enough to suit her, but instead of yanking it off, she deliberately shook her hips from side to side and let it slowly drift down her curves to land in a pile of satin and lace at her feet. It was his turn to growl now. His large hands reached for her hips and she smacked his hands and stepped out of her dress, taking it to the small closet and hanging it up just as neatly as he had folded his dress pants earlier. She was dressed now in only her white lacy corset, panty’s, garter and thigh highs, with her long fiery curls drifting down to her waist like a curtain of fire licking over her hips. He silently watched her walk to the Jacuzzi tub, turning the water on steaming hot, selecting a bubble bath from the basket on the ledge, and pouring some of it under the streaming faucet watching it froth up, filling the air with a rich, fragrant vanilla scent.

  Noah sat up straighter when she walked up to him and untied his tie, dropping it on the coffee table and made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it off his shoulders, turning toward the closet to hang it with his pants and her dress. By the time she turned around he had already made his way over to the tub and was sitting on the edge of it, turning off the water. Still yet they didn’t speak. Miki turned the lights off and only the firelight lit the room. Carrying their wine glasses over and sitting them on the edge of the tub, Miki stood in front of him and untied the bow at the top of her corset. Ever so slowly, she pulled the strings from the loops one by one, until she could not only breathe deeply again, but the corset landed at her feet, leaving her bare breasted and hands shaking.

  Miki had never done anything so bold, but the way Noah was looking at her like he was starving and she was the last meal on earth, let her know she was doing something right. Propping her foot between his legs on the edge of the tub she unfastened her garter and started rolling her stocking down her thigh while he watched. Noah swatted her hands away and resumed rolling her stocking down himself and slipping it from her foot. It felt like her skin was scorched where he touched her. Her body was burning for him, but she switched feet, propping her other foot up between his legs again, this time letting him unclasp the garter and ease the stocking down her leg. The way he was looking at her while he undressed her had her breath hitching, and her sharp little fingernails digging in his shoulders.

  “God you are beautiful Miki. You take my breath away babydoll.” He looked her up and down, now completely bare except for her scrap of lacy panties. She couldn’t find her voice to speak. Didn’t have a clue what to do next. Her boldness left her when he looked at her like that. She didn’t have long to worry, or feel shy because Noah was past that point. His hands reached for her hips, pulling her closer. The hot slide of his tongue over her navel had her gasping and hips jerking forward closer to him. His thumbs were hooked in the waist band of her panty’s; he was dragging them over her hips, as he licked and bit across her stomach. Miki felt near fainting when she realized she was holding her breath and gasped for air, panting as he bared her mound and pressed a kiss there, nuzzling against her with that hot growling thing going on deep in his throat. That was the most he had touched her, but she was soaking wet. So much that she was embarrassed and pulling back from him. He stood up and pushed his boxers down letting them join her scrap of lace on the floor at their feet, groaning when his sex bumped against hers, fully erect and throbbing.

  “See babydoll. You aren’t the only hungry one. Never be shy with me. I want you just as you are, wanton, lusty, hungry for your man just as I’m starving for you. Don’t hide or be ashamed of our passion love. It’s a rare and beautiful thing.”

  She nodded her head and slipped into the tub, opening her arms up to him and smiling when he got in the tub with her and relaxed between her thighs and leaned back against the softness of her chest. “Mmm, we need one of these Noah. It feels absolutely divine in here.”

  His hands were rubbing down her thighs to her feet eliciting the sweetest of purrs from her. “I love when you do that babydoll.”

  “Do what?”

  “Purr for me.”

  She giggled and kissed the nape of his neck, rubbing her soft hands over his shoulders before wrapping her arms around him and rubbing his chest until he was making that sexy satisfied sound in his throat.

  “I love it when you do that Romeo.”

  “Do what?”

  “Growl for me.”

  He laughed and turned enough to grab her by the waist and swing her around so she was facing him now, straddling his lap. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub which made them both laugh as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and scooted as close as she possibly could. One roll of her hips and his breath hissed out “You’re trying to kill me aren’t you, you little vixen.”

  “Who me? I would never try to do that Romeo. I very much want you alive and well. I do have needs you know.” She wriggled her eyebrows and burst into a fit of giggles when he smacked her bottom.

  “You’re already enjoying torturing me. Just remember, that can go both ways little one.” He lifted her hips and brought her down on his shaft, letting her settle on his cock until he was fully buried within her.

  All playfulness left. Hunger flashed in her eyes as she pressed her purring mouth to his, tongue sliding between his lips and twining with his. Thick fingers delved into her hair as he wrapped it around his fist, keeping her there, mouth on his while he started slowly fucking her, thrust by achingly slow thrust. The roughness of his palm circling over her breast was just the friction she needed. It had her grinding her hips down on his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her tight velvet heat held him so tight, clenched and rippled around him to the point
he thought he would lose himself before he pleased her. His hand left her hair and slipped between them. He pressed his thumb against her tight bundle of nerves and circled it over and over as she rose up and down on his length. She looked like a goddess, a water nymph with steam rising up off her ivory skin. Her fiery red hair like a damp wavy halo around her, falling over her curves so exquisitely. He strummed his thumb between her thighs, sweeping back and forth over her clit while she bucked her hips against him wildly.

  “Noah!”

  “That’s it babydoll. Let go.”

  “Oh god! I… Ooh… Noah!!!”

  She bucked hard against him again, clenching him so tight he thought he might die the most unbelievable slow death as he burst inside of her, flooding her with the warmth of his seed in thick hot jets inside of her.

  “Baby baby baby, my god you’re amazing babydoll.”

  Miki collapsed against him, her hand reaching for his as it still slowly was strumming her. So sensitive now she couldn’t handle the soft touch. They twined fingers as she licked and bit his neck, nuzzling against him. “I love you Noah.”

  “Mmm, I love you too Miki girl.”

  She picked up the wash cloth and lathered it with soap, gently washing his body, soaking his hair and scrubbing it with shampoo. Turning on the handheld shower head she rinsed his hair free of soap then turned it on her hair soaking the thick mass, then turning off the water.

  “Come here baby, let me.”

  She smiled at him and sat between his thighs, relaxing as he bathed her, purring when he scrubbed her scalp and rinsed her hair clean. As the tub drained, they stood and rinsed the soap from their bodies and wrapped up in thick white towels. Miki grabbed a blanket and spread it out in front of the fire, sitting with her newly refilled glass of wine and her comb, taking her time untangling the knots as he made his way to the blanket and took the comb from her. Gently he finished untangling it, and then continued to comb it, letting the warmth of the fire help to dry it some.

  “Maybe we should extend our stay here to a week instead of just four days. I like having you all to myself with no phones ringing or people dropping by.”

  “We have to be back by Thursday. It’s our first class for foster care, remember?”

  Noah grinned and kissed her cheek. “You’re right. We don’t want to miss that. The sooner we get done the sooner we can start our family.”

  “I like the sound of that, our family.”

  “I do too babydoll.”

  Chapter 20

  Three months later… May 2nd

  Dominique and Delilah Taylor

  Life was a real shit sometimes. At the age of fifteen the fraternal twins had been bounced from one foster home to the next so many times that they had lost count. Now their caseworker was threatening to separate them. They were a handful, too many problems. Like it was their fault that their latest foster dad they had tried to touch Delilah in ways he had no right to. He deserved the punches that Dominique had given him once he had gotten the door busted in to save her. When Dom heard his sisters scream in the middle of the night he’d been frantic to get her door opened. He had yelled for his foster mom, but she had been passed out drunk again, and never heard a sound; until the police arrived, waking her out of her alcohol induced dreams.

  When the door busted open and he saw his sister’s nightgown torn and the blood on her lip, Dominique saw red and attacked. No one would ever get away with hurting his sister, ever. Not as long as he was alive. Once Dom started hitting their foster dad, Delilah had smashed her lamp over his head and knocked him unconscious. Dom told his sister to pack her bag, while he dragged the unconscious man out of her room, running to his room to do the same. They were headed for their 19 year old brother Dakota’s dorm, but they never made it there. Their foster dad had called the police and lied, telling them that Dominique had attacked him for no reason and that the twins had ran away. So now they sat in their caseworker’s office, recounting again what had happened.

  “I just don’t know what to do with you kids.” Meghan said. “I’ve placed you in 11 different foster homes since I got your case two years ago.”

  “Ms. Meghan this wasn’t our fault!” Delilah cried. “Dom was only protecting me and if he hadn’t that disgusting old man would have raped me!”

  Dom wrapped a protective arm around his sister, quietly asking her to calm down so things didn’t get worse for them.

  “I’m not saying tonight was your fault Delilah, not at all. I’m so thankful your brother saved you and I’m mortified that happened to you kids. But every new home I place you in something always goes wrong. There’s always a fight breaking out or you two are running away. It’s to the point now that my boss wants me to split you two up so maybe you’ll settle down. I don’t want to do that.”

  “Ms. Meghan please don’t take my sister away from me. She needs me and I need her. We’ve never been apart Ms. Meghan. We’ve lost everyone else; please don’t make us lose each other.” Dominique’s voice cracked and that hard exterior he always portrayed looked as if it were about to shatter. The tears that were sliding down both of the kids’ faces broke her heart. She knew that deep down, these kids were good. They had just had a rough couple of years and were now to the point they were always in fight or flight mode.

  “Ok. I’m going to try one more home for the two of you. You have to promise me you’ll try to make it work. This is a great couple with a lot of love to give and they are looking to adopt. No fighting Dominique. Promise me you two will not run away again or get into trouble. If you have a problem you need to call me first ok?”

  “We promise Ms. Meghan. We’ll do anything to stay together, right Dom?”

  “Yes ma’am Ms. Meghan. We promise.” Dominique’s big brown eyes were still tear filled and she could tell he was trying hard to maintain composure in front of his sister.

  “Ok. Let me make the call, you two can watch television in the waiting room until I get things situated. I’ll have to take an officer with me to the Morrison’s to get the rest of your stuff tomorrow. Now come on in here with me to the vending machines, I’ll get you two a soda and a snack. I imagine you’re probably hungry and thirsty by now aren’t you?”

  She stood up and walked towards the kids, nearly crying when they both wrapped her in a hug and thanked her for not splitting them up. “Don’t thank me, just stay put, don’t go running away again. Come to me instead, or a police officer if you can’t get a hold of me ok? I care about you kids. It’s important to me that you’re ok.”

  Meghan led them to the break room and got them both chips, a soda, and a candy bar before taking them to the waiting room right outside her office, where she could keep an eye on them. Once they were settled and wrapped up in blankets she returned to her office and pulled out the file for the Cane’s. They were a newly licensed, foster-to-adopt couple that had breezed through their home study and classes, and had been eagerly awaiting their first placement. Meghan hoped her kids would be a perfect fit for this couple. They were filthy rich thanks to winning the lottery but the thing that had intrigued Meghan most was that even though they had a windfall of money, they still continued the training and wanted so much to start a family.

  It was late, nearing 3am now, but it only took a few rings, and the groggy voice of Mr. Cane answered the phone.

  “Hello…”

  “I need to speak with Mr. or Mrs. Noah Cane please.”

  “This is Noah, who is this?” He put the phone on speaker so Mikayla could hear.

  “I’m sorry to call you so late Mr. Cane. This is Meghan Bridges from DHS. You were listed as a family willing to take kids in emergency situations no matter the time of day, and I have twins, a boy and a girl age 15, that need an immediate placement. Would you be willing to take them in tonight Mr. Cane?”

  Noah cleared his throat and put his hand out and grasped Miki’s, tugging her to him.

  “Of course we’ll take them in. Can you tell us what happened to them?
”

  “Yes Mr. Cane I can give you a little bit of information. It appears that the foster parents the kids were placed with had both been drinking heavily tonight. The foster mother had passed out and the foster father went in the girl’s room, and was in the process of trying to molest her, but her brother broke down the door and saved her. I do have to let you know that the kids did beat the man up until he was unconscious, then they ran away. The police got called, and they found the kids nearly at the college dorms where their brother is at in his first year of school.”

  “My God those poor kids, they must be worn out and terrified. We’re getting dressed now, you bring them on over.” Miki was already up and tossing on sweat pants and a t-shirt, stuffing her feet in fuzzy slippers and heading to the kitchen to make coffee and cocoa.

  Noah hung up the phone and got dressed as quick as she did and joined her in the kitchen.