by Snow, Nicole
“Wrong.” I brush a finger across her cheek, wiping away a tear. “I don’t believe it.”
“I do, because I remember. It’s staring me right in the face.” She glances at Savanny, sitting on the lounger next to us, his whiskers twitching. “He’s all I’ve ever had.”
“Not anymore, babe. You’ve got me. You’ve got Bryce. Whatever else happens next, that won’t change.”
“Do I even deserve it?” she stammers, her lips trembling. “You don’t get it. My father spoiled me, Flint, just like my mother said. I never had to lift a finger. Life was easy and blind. If I asked for something, I got it. Even an illegal cat. I never questioned anything, and when I finally did, it was too freaking late. I didn’t care where things came from, or how much they cost, or—”
“But you did,” I tell her. “You questioned why Ray kept strong-arming you out of King Heron.”
Turmoil fills her face. “Only recently because—I wanted to know. And I couldn’t fathom anything like what I found. If I’d known there was an effing mafia involved, I might’ve just turned tail and ran. About the only thing I’ve ever been good at.”
I cup her cheek with my palm.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say. The respect I have for her, for what she’s gone through with grace and courage, surpasses what I’ve seen in plenty of others. She needs to get her mojo back, her confidence, and start believing in herself. “Doesn’t fucking matter one bit, honey. Not here in the present.”
“But it does,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering, pain chiseled into her face.
“Wrong again. It doesn’t matter worth a damn what you did or didn’t do before this. All that matters is what you’re doing about it now.”
“Doing about it?” Sadness fills her eyes as her head rolls from side to side. “Like I’m able to do anything. We just spent the whole morning with you and your friends figuring out my jam. I’m helpless.”
“Bullshit, Valerie, but thanks for proving my point.” I cup her other cheek, tracing her bones with my thumb. “You said you’ve got no friends. Woman, you have friends. I’m your friend, and I’ve got my friends by extension lined up, all willing to stick their asses out for you. Cash, Davis, and the rest of my boys aren’t doing shit because they owe me favors. They’re doing it for you. If you were this horrible shit of a person, nobody would. Nobody hates you.”
Her face tilts down. “You would if you knew the real me.”
My hand runs softly up her face, reaches around her head, and tangles in her hair. Then I pull—gently, but just hard enough to startle her.
“Ah! What was that?”
I shake my head. “That was me proving how real you are. Didn’t think it’d be appropriate to pinch you right now, considering the waterworks and all.”
That gets a small smile and a roll of her eyes.
Good.
“For the last damn time, listen, and listen good. I know the real Valerie Gerard. She’s standing right in front of me. She’s a good, honest, beautiful woman with a smart head on her shoulders, and she also just happens to be a total fucking babe.”
“Flint, I—”
I’ve had enough with this sparring.
To stop her from disagreeing, I silence her off with a kiss that could end the next ice age.
I take her deep, take her hard, plunder her little mouth so she’s got more to fret over than who the fuck’s after her and who she used to be. I’ll drag her into the present, into the here and now, kicking and screaming if I have to.
Go ahead and call it psycho, but I’m past caring.
The frustration, the need, the evasive song and dance between us that’s been building up for days peaks in a wildfire collision of slashing tongues and breathless heat.
Then I pull her closer, pressing my forehead firm against hers, a low growl rumbling up my chest as I come in for more.
She kisses me back harder this time, taking her taste of me.
I fill her mouth with a groan, a snarl, telling her exactly what I’d like to do to her far louder than words ever could.
It’s too fucking late.
Too late to stop if I tried. Every taste of Val builds a thunderhead in my blood, and the only cure for a proper storm is letting it rip.
Her arms wind around my neck. Her body presses to mine. Her legs part for my knee and I push it into her heat, her desire, her sweet fuckery I mean to claim.
She wants it so bad she might die.
Next thing I know, we’re up against the wall, and my hand replaces my knee. I toss her dress aside and rub her pussy through her panties, showing what I aim to take, as long and as hard as I want till we’re both fucking sated.
We can’t get any closer.
Our kissing turns nuclear hot, famished, wild, driven.
I’m not sure who moves first, but we do move, nearly stumbling along the lanai where it wraps around toward the French doors leading to my bedroom. I tear them open.
By then she’s got my shirt unbuttoned, running her hands over my chest, down my sides, raking her nails across my skin. I love how she touches me.
“Goddammit, Val,” I growl, backing deeper into the room, her wrapped around me.
The bed hits the back of my legs and I fall down backward, pulling her onto the mattress with me. We bounce into the softness, and she giggles.
The brief separation of our lips gives me a second to think. To realize what’ll happen next if we don’t stop.
Shit.
My cock wants to reach up and stuff a gag in my mouth, but I have to ask her one more time. I have to know she wants this like I do.
“We probably shouldn’t do this,” I mutter, reluctantly as hell because I don’t want to stop.
“Probably?” Val kisses my chin, my neck, grazing her way up in these hot little whimpers.
“Probably not.” I let my hands roam over her back, across her firm, perfect ass. Barely able to hold in a groan due to my raging hard-on.
“Sorta late for that, no?” Nuzzling my neck, she whispers, “You said you like me.”
“And I do,” I grunt, pinching my jaw shut as her hand brushes my bulge.
Goddamn, doesn’t she get it?
That’s why we should stop, I tell myself, but I’m not very convincing to anyone. Least of all me. And I don’t have it in me to fight.
“I like you, too, Flint.” She arches up, looking down at me, her eyes narrowed in this adorable sex kitten squint. Her dark chocolate hair falls around her face, spilling on my chest, her fingers teasing me in ways that make me want to shoot off in my shorts.
“I like you, and I don’t want to stop,” she whispers.
My dick jolts like it’s got a live current.
Damn it, this girl. She’s not even talking proper dirty yet and she’s got me so riled I can’t even think anymore. Not unless it involves every inch I’ve got buried deep inside her.
She slides up, planting her knees on the bed, one straddling each side of my hips. My hands just move, arching to her sweet ass, pulling her lower so we’re joined together.
I suck in a sharp breath. It’s as sweet as it is pure torture, having her pussy so close to the zone, separated by nothing but a few thin layers of fabric.
“Val, fuck,” I growl.
“I want you, Flint,” she says again, capturing my mouth with hers, holding herself up with her hands on my shoulders. “I want you to help me forget again.”
A feral groan shakes the back of my throat. It’s so damn on. No backing out.
I want it just as bad as she does, breaking the kiss so I can tell her.
“Gonna fuck you through the floor, honey.” Those words hiss through my teeth like scalding steam.
Her eyes ignite like gold discs. Bright, shimmering, full of life.
“You want me that bad?” she whimpers, running her hips on mine, teasing me with red-hot friction.
I answer with an upward thrust. Her whole body quivers as my cock slides against her clit through the fabric.
“That answer your question?” I do it again, no sooner than the words are out of my mouth. “Or should I be clearer?”
“Oh. My. God.” She lets out a half laugh, half raspy moan. “Can we? Now?”
I grasp the hem of her dress with both hands and pull up, clawing at it like a wild animal, yanking it over her head. Once it’s off, I throw it across the room. She’s not gonna need it for a good, long while.
“Yeah, honey. Right the fuck now.”
I mean it, too.
Especially when I see her bra, this lacy, pink little thing with a tiny plastic catch. I reach up, rubbing each nipple through it.
She moans real sweet for me again, closing her eyes as she bucks against my hands. Another slurred whimper comes out of her. Pure rocket fuel for my lust.
“Ohhh, that’s good,” she whispers.
I pull her forward, growling, shoving her bra down and taking one puckered nipple in my mouth. I swear to everything unholy, I could devour her. I could spend days worshipping this body, imprinting every square inch of her on my tongue.
“Oh, Flint,” she whines again. “So good.”
“Not half as good as these,” I tell her, unhooking the clasp, freeing her supple tits to hang down in front of my face, begging to be roughed up.
She drops her shoulders so the straps slide down her arms. That’s my cue to pull her forward so I can take another virgin nipple in my mouth, melting her with every lick.
My tongue goes to work, teasing the nub, rolling the nipple on her other tit between my thumb and finger. Her pussy just gets hotter, hovering over my cock.
I know she’ll be absolutely soaked.
A thought that makes me growl again, tugging her soft little bud between my teeth, lashing it with my tongue like there’s no tomorrow.
Her pussy grinds on, harder against my length, deepening this friction that’s so intense it could rival Hell Week’s torture. I think I’d rather go through ten more rounds of SEAL training than spend another minute without being buried in her to the hilt.
Fuck, this feels good. Feels right. So I suck her nipples, thrashing my cock against her, over and over, until I can’t take much more.
Her little whimpers turn into loud groans. Her thighs start to tremble.
Another minute, and I’m sure I’ll have her coming through her panties—and what a fucking waste that would be.
“Last chance to say goodbye,” I snarl, sliding a hand between us, feeling the slick heat through her lace, shoving my greedy fingers in through the side. “These are coming the hell off,” I tell her.
No joke. My cock throbs like a war drum, wanting to replace my fingers like mad.
Another shrill whine slips out of her, and she clutches at my shoulders, peeling away my last shred of self-control. I tug aside her lace so fast it nearly rips and toss her panties across the room, stroking her pussy folds, shoving my fingers deep inside her, and finding the spot on her wall that’s ground zero for carnal delight.
The place guaranteed to make her scream.
Yes, the rumors are true. SEALs don’t fuck around, even when we’re literally fucking around.
Val shudders slightly as my fingers slide in, quickening their pace. She lets out a husky groan.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah. Give it up,” I tell her. “Give it all.”
Her next moan comes louder. Wilder. All rock and roll folded into honey, then poured down my ears.
My cock jerks, imagining how she’ll sound when I bring her home.
It thrills me. Same with the way she closes her eyes and throws back her head, so fucking sexy it’s a wonder I don’t lose my mind right there.
But I won’t.
We’ve been building up to this for so long, I want it to last.
Our sex is meant to be volcanic, smoldering groans and convulsing limbs and screaming hellfire finishes.
“Val, fuck...you’re gonna kill me.”
There. I admit it.
I find her clit, press my thumb against it, loving how her hair just tosses down across her shoulders.
Another sugary whine spills out of her. Her pussy muscles clench around my fingers, and her hips flick at my hand, hungry for release.
Her pleasure makes me feel like a king, knowing I’m the giver, and she’s barely even scratched the surface.
Enough with the opening act.
Grasping her waist in both hands, I lift her off me, then flip her onto her back.
She laughs, edging her way higher up the bed, spreading her arms out to her sides. She plants her feet on the bed, legs open, her pussy pink and riled and wanting.
Her hot little cunt almost rivals the flames lashing those pretty gold eyes.
Goddamn, I want to watch them roll. I want to make them spark like seething coals when I push in and fuck her into the next millennium.
Her breaths hitch, slow and waiting.
“Please,” she begs me. “Please, Flint. I’m yours.”
Like that was ever a question.
Growling, I run a hand down her inner thigh, gaze fixed as she grasps the bedspread with both hands. Her hips rise, offering another picture-perfect view of pink, slick, and damn near steaming.
Or maybe I’m the one on fire. My cock throbs so hard I feel it in my temples, my tongue, which suddenly has one thing on the menu.
I climb up the bed, closing in, and go down on her.
Damn, I do go down.
I’ve never wanted to taste a woman as bad as I do Valerie Gerard, right the fuck now.
It’s not slow or gentle or sweet.
My licks split the full length of her folds in one furious stroke. I peel her open, sucking and kissing as I go, raking my stubble against her thighs, her wetness, her heat.
This mouth isn’t ever shy, but today? It’s a single-minded mess of lips and tongue.
The next best thing on earth after coming inside this girl has to be fucking her with my tongue so deep and so long I’ll be tasting her for life.
“Oh!” She lets out another shrill little mewl, her fingers tearing the sheets.
That’s a-o-fucking-kay, baby.
Let it all out.
Let this tongue take your clit places you’ll never find on any map.
If I wasn’t so busy smothering her cunt with my tongue, I’d smile.
I’m proud of the way she lifts up higher, slides her ass into my hands, wordlessly begging me to take everything.
This pussy is a paradise. I sample every inch of her, teasing and coaxing, hungry and uninhibited, relishing the show every time she thrusts back, always wanting more, and more.
So I give it to her good, and she gives back a horny, trembling sweetness that makes my dick seethe.
When my mouth moves to her clit, pulling it between my teeth and slapping my tongue on her nub, she’s a goner. She barely has a few seconds to reach down, burying her fingers in my hair, all breathless gasps and urging nails, her lungs building up to a scream.
Give it, woman.
Come for me so sweet.
Ruin us fucking both.
She throws her head back, words she can’t quite manage stuck in her throat, something that sounds like my name and the word coming.
Yeah, I think I’m in love.
I add a finger, sliding in and out, sucking her clit to perfection.
Val erupts in this sexy body-quake of flashing gold eyes, frenzied hips, clenched fingers. My tongue attacks her, faster and harder, damn near blinding her with the firestorm sweeping over her.
I’m almost drowning in her hot, thick cream by the end of it. When I finally come up for air, she’s spent, her legs still twitching.
And apparently it’s my turn to be surprised.
“Flint.” Her voice is husky, almost a sob. “I-I can’t take any more. I need you. I need it. Please. Now.”
A raw chuckle rumbles up my throat as I seal her mouth with mine, twining tongues.
Oh, hell, she’s serious.
Her body goes rigid,
finding a second wind. She arches against me as she bites my bottom lip, reaching for my cock through my boxers.
I let her play, as long as I can stand it, loving how hot she is for what’s next.
I release her and sit up, stopping to gather my breath and look at her.
She has an arm thrown over her forehead. Her breasts heave as she meets my gaze.
Grinning, she shakes her head. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? I mean...I said please.”
Fuck, do I love it how she flushes, so shy but so much in heat.
I can’t help it. I’m so horny I could explode, even as I laugh.
“What?” she murmurs.
“You, Miss Manners. I just spent the last ten minutes making you come your brains out with my tongue, and you’re here talking like you want me to push the button for the right floor on the elevator.”
“I’m not that big of a mouse.” Lifting a brow, she whispers, “Besides, we still need to do something about this.”
She reaches over, grabbing my cock, pinching it harder this time through my shorts.
“We will,” I growl, losing my urge to keep teasing her as I watch her nimble fingers gliding over my bulge.
“When?” she asks.
“Give me a few. Just need to grab a condom.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks me dead in the eye. “Hurry.”
Holy fuck. I move, grinning the second my back’s turned, knowing there’s no man on earth who could resist.
I drop my shorts and underwear on the way back to bed.
Her eyes lock on my dick as I tear open the foil package. I probably should’ve checked the expiration date on the box, but hell, I can’t say it’d stop me from using it.
“I hope you’ve got Magnums,” she says, beaming at me.
Goddamn, she’s good for my ego.
Climbing onto the bed between her legs, I hold up the opened package.
“Extra large.”
She does the honors, peeling the condom out of the package, and laughs. “This is going to have to do a lot of stretching.”
My cock goes even stiffer than it’s been the past hour. I take the condom and roll it on.
“Amazing. It fits after all,” she says with a giggle.
Then the jokes die down, and it’s all business again.
I lean forward, positioning my cock to slide inside her while she’s still slick. “Got your amazing right here, Valerie,” I tell her, pushing into her depths in one slow, fierce, steady move.