Exposed: Book One of The Love Seekers Series

by Vickers, Maria

  “Do you want to go with me to the wedding? I need a date.” My voice sounded more like whine than a question due to my crying.

  “I thought Chad…” His voice tapered off, and his bewildered expression marred his handsome face. In his eyes, I saw his hope and fear. Those were the same feelings I dealt with after he confessed.

  Shaking my head, I chose my words carefully, however, I didn’t offer him my full confession…yet. “No, I told you we aren’t dating. Only friends. In fact, when he dropped me off tonight, he somehow knew you’d be by tonight. I’m not sure how, but he knew. He also told me that it would probably be best if I either went to the wedding alone or had you escort me.”

  “So you two really aren’t dating?”

  I shook my head again. “No.”

  He exhaled in relief. “Thank God, but hell, even if you told me you were dating him, I would have found a way to take you away from him.” Leaning forward, Bryan pressed his lips to mine, fulfilling one of my heart’s desires. I floated to heaven. Was I dreaming? God, if I was, I never wanted to wake up.

  His mouth, hot and insistent, pressed harder against mine. I wanted him to press even harder, to melt into me. I’d been waiting for this since meeting him. The night Mel forced me to attend karaoke to celebrate her engagement.

  Unlike others I’d met, Bryan never gave me a funny look or treated me any differently. Granted, he hardly said much to me that night, but when he did, he never made me feel like an invalid or like I was different. To him, I was one of Mel’s friends, and therefore, just another face in the crowd. God! I didn’t want to think about Mel right now…or anyone else. Right now, in this moment, I only wanted to think about Bryan. No one else existed.

  Pulling back, he growled and pressed his forehead against mine. His chest heaved as his breathing came out hard and fast, but he wasn’t alone. Mine matched his. “Fuck! I planned on taking this slow and wooing you or some shit.”

  Snickering, I asked, “Wooing?”

  “Mel said I should woo you.”

  Mel. I loved her more than ever before. In the past, there had been a couple of times when I mentioned I wanted someone to woo me. She remembered, and had passed that information on to Bryan. However, wooing could wait. I wanted to be thrown on my bed, stripped quickly—or slowly—and for the fire that had been ignited months ago to be quenched. Not extinguished, merely sated. “But now?” I probed.

  His grin…damn, it could light up the world if the sun ever went out. Standing up, he bent down, slid one arm under my legs and balanced the other on my back before scooping me up with a small grunt. “I’ll woo you tomorrow.”

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I told him, “I’m going to need my walker in the morning.”

  “You really want to worry about that right now?”

  “Nope. Down the hall, the door on the left.”

  “That’s more like it.”

  In the books, when the guy carried his girl to the bedroom or wherever they decided to have sex, it was a sweet romantic gesture, and nothing untoward ever happened to the heroine. In real life, I banged my feet walked into the hallway, which threw off his balance, and he threw himself against the wall so that he wouldn’t drop me. After recovering, he shifted me and hoisted me up a little higher, we continued down the hall sideways so that neither one of us would injure ourselves before we got into bed. Afterwards, all bets were off.

  We were both laughing about it, but the laughter ceased when we reached my bedroom. I had clothes scattered on an unmade bed—another thing that usually did not show up in romance novels. He paid them no attention, and dropped me on the edge of the bed; I bounced

  I would worry about the clean clothes tomorrow. Tonight, my desire for him outweighed any other concern. To prove that, I pushed the clothes off my bed and onto the floor.

  “Laundry day?” he questioned, chuckling, but he didn’t give me time to respond because his mouth claimed mine once again.

  I fisted his shirt, pulling upwards. I wanted it off. The elasticity of t-shirt material had some give, but the material had not disappeared. Of course, it might have been easier if we weren’t connected at our lips. I felt impatient, reckless, and wanted everything to happen now. If I had magical powers like a genie, I would have blinked our clothes away, and made sure both of us were on the bed instead of me sitting on it while he stood in front of me.

  He stopped kissing me long enough to get rid of his borrowed shirt. And when he was naked from the waist up, I moaned. Forget a six pack, I craved his eight. Hair covered his chest, but he was not overly hairy, it led to a trail that disappeared into his shorts. My desire urged me to follow that trail with my tongue, and his cocky smile told me he knew every single one of my thoughts and desires. Not that I tried to hide them. Not tonight, and not any longer.

  Leaning down, he lifted my nightshirt off of me. His hands dropped to his sides, and he swallowed hard. I wasn’t as thin as most of the girls he had been with before. Would my flab turn him off? I suddenly felt very self-conscious under his scrutiny.

  “What are you doing?” he asked when I reached for the blanket.

  My skin felt like it burned, when I mumbled my answer, “I’m probably not like most of the girls you’ve dated. I—”

  His hand covered my mouth to cut me off. “If I wanted someone else, I wouldn’t be here. I don’t care if you don’t look like anyone else because you’re you, and that’s the person I want. You are the most beautifully sexy woman I’ve ever met. I love your curves and everything about you, Emma. You are all I want and more.” He removed his hand and leaned over to kiss me again, which only lasted a second because he lifted my legs to throw me completely onto the bed, and I rolled. Laughing, he got on the bed with me and crawled over to where I landed, flopping down beside me. “You know books and movies make it seem this whole seduction thing is easy.”

  “Books?”

  “I have a sister. She made me read some romance novels with her, but I don’t want to talk about her.” Lifting himself from where he lay beside me, he hovered over me and whispered, “Tonight is about us.” He kissed me again. Would I ever get enough? For the first time in my life, I felt insatiable when it came to a man.

  His fingers swept over my breasts, pebbling my nipples. His touch felt like pure electricity on my skin. I wanted more, and he gave it to me. His calloused palm scratched my sensitive skin as he cupped my breast. I gasped. A simple touch ignited me more than ever before, but this was no simple man and neither were my feelings for him. That had the power to change everything. I loved Bryan, which made anyone from my past melt away into nothing.

  Well, that and the way he licked my neck with his teeth nipping me in all the right spots. It was like he knew all of my erogenous zones. And after every nip, his lips kissed the mark he had left, making me shudder each and every time. At that point, I was on the verge of coming and I hadn’t been touched yet.

  My own hands lifted to touch his chest, and I scraped my fingernails over his own nipples. The hiss that came from his lips was music to my ears. Lower and lower, my hands wanted to feel every inch of him, but they were impatient to get inside his shorts. Before I could dip my hand into his waistband, his tongue moved down my neck and he took my left nipple into his mouth to suckle as his hand played with the right. Thoroughly distracted, I grabbed his head and held him closer. My nipples had always been sensitive, but the way his tongue moved, I didn’t want the sensation to end. The talent in that mouth might make me come without any other stimulation.

  My body arched upwards to get closer at the same time I held his head down, pressing his mouth to me. Moans escaped as I laid there panting. My hips undulated, fucking the air searching for my release. They would have probably found him, but his lower half lay beside mine, and therefore, out of reach. Bryan’s mouth pushed me toward the precipice, and just when I thought I would fall over, he pulled back and kissed me. He would not let me come off of my high for too long before his lips left mine and mo
ved to the other nipple. His mouth worked me up until I wanted to shatter into a million pieces. I could see that white light, I could feel it built…and then he stopped.

  “No!” I cried out.

  “Baby, we have all night. I plan on savoring you and making you orgasm so many times, you’ll forget your own name.”

  “Big promises coming from someone I’m not sure can deliver.” I teased him, hoping if I toyed with him long enough, we could get back to where we were—right on the edge of coming.

  “Oh, I plan on delivering.” He smirked.

  And he proceeded to prove to me that he had the skills to back up his words.

  Kissing his way down my stomach, my muscles clenched in both pleasure and anticipation. In my haze of desire, I never felt him strip me completely. I only realized my body lay there naked when I felt his lips on the inside of my hips where my thigh and groin met. First the right, and then the left. Kiss and lick. Fuck, my previous level of desire couldn’t compare. I burned for him, because of him. Each kiss, each lick, each touch made me wetter for him.

  I whimpered for more, and he obliged. Moving to my pussy, he kissed one side of it then the other. Each kiss and lick brought him closer to my clit, and when he finally reached it, his tongue pressed against the nub, and he flicked it. I almost jumped off the bed from the sensation. His hands grabbed my hips, holding them exactly where he wanted them.

  I was well on my way, and it didn’t take much. Suck, lick, pressure, rubbing my clit with his tongue, focusing on bud, and within minutes, I cried out when my orgasm engulfed me.

  Even after he pushed me over the edge into one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever experienced, he didn’t stop his ministrations. I heard a small chuckle, the vibrations stimulated my already sensitive clit more. Damn! I was almost ready to come again. One of his hands moved to my pussy, and he slid a finger inside me, pushing me toward another climax. His tongue moved lower and it entered my core along with his finger. I screamed. Another finger. Two fingers pumped into my hole, he curled them upwards while sucking on my clit. Everything exploded as I climaxed a second time.

  Exhausted and tired, I could already feel my muscles fighting me, but I still wanted more. “Bryan, I need you. Please.”

  “Condom?” It took a minute for his words to penetrate the haze of pleasure.

  I hadn’t had sex since before I got sick, but for some reason, my sister thought I should keep a box of condoms in my nightstand, and bought me some a year ago. At the time, I rolled my eyes and humored her. Tonight, I thanked her for the foresight. Pointing toward the left side of the bed, I told him, “Nightstand. Top drawer.”

  Getting out of bed, he found the box and threw it on the bed. Before he got back in though, he removed his shorts, and I licked my lips. His dick bobbed enticingly, and even though my experience up to that point had been limited, I knew his cock was extraordinary. I hadn’t touched it, but I doubted my hand would completely encircle it. At least nine inches long, it had veins that traveled the length of it. That monster was going inside me. Would it fit? I knew logically it would, but I had to admit that while I craved it, I felt a little anxious about never experiencing anything that large before.

  He rolled the condom down his length, and got back into bed, crawling toward me, and then slithering up my body. The pressure and heaviness of his body helped to push away the apprehension.

  His lips moved against mine as he whispered, “You have me. Forever.” Reaching between us, he lined himself up with my pussy, then thrust forward. Oh how he filled me. Large and long, it bordered on painful, but it didn’t hurt. He moved slowly, almost as if he were savoring the feel of me surrounding him. “More,” I urged him.

  He gave me what I begged for. Impaling himself to the hilt hard and fast, I gasped in pleasure, my eyes closing from the intensity of everything I felt. Slowly, he pulled out, leaving only the head of his dick inside me, and held himself still for a moment. When I grunted in annoyance because I wanted him to move, and he thrust back in with a smile on his face.

  The tug and feel of him gliding back and forth sent shocks of electric pleasure through me. I lifted a leg to hold him closer, digging my heel into his thigh. Unable to get it any higher, it frustrated me slightly that my leg didn’t want to cooperate. I couldn’t lift the other, but I had to accept my limitation. It took nothing away from the bliss I felt.

  Our bodies fused together, becoming one…or that was how it felt. In and out. The feel of his cock sliding with in me, created a friction in my core that pleasured me more than his tongue or fingers had previously. His fullness completed me. Soon, the familiar knotted coil began forming low in my stomach. His own breathing became erratic as he moaned and moved, and his thrusts became jerky.

  Reaching between us, his finger circled my clit, rubbing it, spurring me closer to orgasm. The coil wound tighter and tighter within me. And when he groaned, “Come for me, baby,” I did. Hard. With two more short thrusts, he fell off the edge with me. Even with his dick sheathed in a condom, I felt his dick grow, and his orgasm.

  He fell to the side of me, and I instantly missed his weight. He pulled the condom off, threw it over the side of the bed, and gathered me to him. I felt safe, loved, and wanted. Closing my eyes, I was swathed in happiness and peace, and it didn’t take long before I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat under my ear.

  My previous sexual experiences never prepared me for this. Bryan was right in the beginning, I’d missed out on a lot of things.

  Chapter 36

  Bryan

  I would love to have said when I woke up, it consisted of slowly becoming aware, pulling Emma a little closer to me as I nuzzled her hair, kissing my way down from the top of her head to her lips, where I slowly made love her mouth, waking her up with pleasure. Afterwards, we both relived one of the best nights of my life when I made love to her again. I would love to have said that, but I couldn’t because that wasn’t what happened.

  After she fell asleep, I slipped out of bed to grab her walker for her, so that she wouldn’t worry about it when she woke up. Getting back into bed, I pulled her close and watched her sleep until I succumbed to exhaustion myself.

  But sometime in the wee hours of the morning, a hand accidentally—at least I think it was accidental—slapped me hard across the face. Emma had turned in her sleep. Fine. She wasn’t used to someone lying down in the same bed as her. Wrapping her in my arms once again, I secured her arms to her body to protect myself and once again fell asleep.

  It seemed like only minutes later, loud obnoxious music began blaring in my ear, jolting me awake. I thought it might’ve been loud enough to burst an eardrum. It certainly made me jump up in bed, momentarily confused about my surroundings. My eyes searched for an enemy that didn’t exist, until they landed on Emma, who was slowly stretching a hand toward the shelf on her headboard where her alarm caterwauled. With the press of a button it became silent. She picked up a white pill next to it, pushed it into her pink mouth, and then she promptly buried herself back inside the covers. What the fuck was that?

  The whirling ceiling fan lifted the edges of the curtain ever so slightly, enough to see darkness still blanketed our part of the world. A brief glance at my watch told me it was only 6:00 A.M Why so early? My heart still pounded out a staccato beat as adrenaline continued to race through my veins, and my breathing could best be described as haphazard. I’d panicked, afraid we were about to be attacked or something.

  “Em,” I called out to her.

  “Hmm?” her sleepy voice asked, although, I wasn’t sure if she actually acknowledged me or if she tended to talk in her sleep.

  “Emma!”

  “Hmm?”

  “Emma!”

  “What?” Now she sounded irritated, and the muffled word sounded funny to me. As annoyed as she sounded, she hadn’t moved a muscle.

  “Why is your alarm going off at six in the morning?” I attempted to sound calm and serene, but I wanted to cuss like the proud Na
vy man I was.

  “Bryan?” Confusion laced her tone, but she still didn’t move.

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s six in the morning.”

  Way to state the obvious there, Em. “It is.” Should I be concerned? Her voice sounded off and her words were markedly slurred. If I didn’t know better, I may’ve thought she was drunk.

  “Am I dreaming?”

  Huh? “Em? Are you—?”

  “You’re only here in my dreams, so I get thirty more minutes with you,” she interrupted. I thought she went back to sleep, but her words still sounded weird. What the hell?

  Now my pulse pounded for a completely different reason. I’d done some research on myasthenia gravis, but I was far from an expert. The disease varied from person to person, which left me wondering if I should call for an ambulance or let her sleep for another thirty minutes. I knew what I would rather spend thirty minutes doing to her. Maybe that made me a pig, but it was true…except not while she seemed out of sorts.

  “Em?” My hand grabbed her shoulder and gently shook her. I hated to admit it, but I was on the verge of panicking again. I’d engaged the enemy, been in a bar fight or three, and had even gone through a pregnancy scare with one of my exes, but none of that terrified me like the thought of Emma in crisis. I’d read all about MG crisis, and it scared the hell out of me that something like that might happen to her. Unable to breathe or move, she would be placed in ICU, where they would more than likely have to intubate her to allow her to breathe. “Emma?” I practically yelled, shaking her again when she didn’t respond.

  “What the fuck do you want, Bryan?” It sounded more like, “Wha he uck you wan, Ryan?”

  “Emma, I need you to wake up.”

  “I am.”

  But she didn’t even twitch, and that scared me. Grabbing my phone, I dialed the only person I thought who might have a clue about what was happening to my Emma. “Mel!”

  “Bryan, what the…? Do you know what time it is?” she growled. If she could have reached through the phone to strangle me, I was pretty sure I would be dead.