Naughty Secrets (Naughty Shorts Book 3)

by Sarah Castille

  Swallowing hard in anticipation, I walk into his strong arms.

  “Now, can I—”

  He cuts me off with a kiss. “We have all night, and all day tomorrow if we want.”

  “What about the farm? The calves? It’s harvest—”

  Another kiss, lighter this time, a brush of his lips over mine until my body softens, and I am leaning, reaching, seeking more pressure, more intensity, more Sam.

  “Everything’s taken care of except you.” He holds me tight against him, our bodies slick and hot, his thick erection pressed firmly against my tummy. “I want to make love to you, Natalie. I want you to understand what you mean to me. That’s not going to happen in an hour or even two, and it’s especially not going to happen if you wrap those sweet lips around my cock like you were going to do before.”

  His fingers trail down my face, along my jaw, tracing the curve of my lips. Then he is kissing me again, his hands in my hair, holding me as if he can’t get enough of my mouth.

  We stopped kissing after losing Ethan. Even when we had sex, we didn’t kiss. I’ve forgotten the intimacy of a kiss, the different emotions that can be conveyed with the slightest change of pressure, the slide of a tongue, the surrender of the body.

  Sam’s hands are everywhere, insatiable. He touches me covetously, as if his purpose is not to arouse my already heated body, but to sate himself on the feel of my skin. He kisses me so gently, so long and completely, that I can’t remember why I was afraid to love him again, and I can’t believe that for a few brief moments at the bar I contemplated a life without him.

  “Please.” I grind my hips against him. I am wet, aching to be as close to my Sam again as two people can be.

  “Shower.”

  Puzzled, I frown. “Shower? Now?”

  “I don’t want to love you with this blood on me.” He leads me to the vast marble bathroom, decorated with soft gray tile, chrome accents, and fluffy white towels. “And I need something to help me stay in control.”

  “Water?”

  “Cold water. But I’ll warm you up first.” He wraps his arms around me, and his mouth sinks into mine

  I surrender to his slow, heated kisses on my neck, the hollow of my throat, and his reverent worship of my breasts. Emotion swells inside me. I am loved. Wanted. Forgiven. And I am not alone.

  Chapter Thirteen

  SAM

  “Were you always like this?” Natalie follows me into the shower after I break off our kiss, concerned that holding her so close was wreaking havoc with my self-control.

  “Like what?” I turn on the water and adjust the temperature to something less than the heat coursing through my veins.

  “Bossy.”

  I squeeze some shower gel into my palm. “If I remember correctly, you like bossy, but only in the bedroom.”

  “We’re in the shower; not the bedroom.” She lets out a soft sigh as I massage the soap into her shoulders.

  “I don’t think it’s the location that matters.” I rub the soap lower, cupping and squeezing her breasts until her nipples harden into peaks beneath the rivulets of water, learning her body all over again. “It’s about sex.” I slide one hand down over her stomach and stroke through her folds. She is wet and slick, and my cock hardens in response.

  She moans and leans back against the wall. “I missed this.”

  “I missed you.” I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to spin her around, push her up against the glass and take her hard and fast from behind. “I’ve been slowly dying inside seeing you every day, but not touching you; speaking but not talking.”

  “It’s lonelier being beside the person you love and thinking they don’t love you back.”

  “I never stopped loving you,” I assure her. “Not for a second.” I shove my hands into her wet hair and tilt her head back so I can fully take her mouth, tasting her passion and her hunger.

  She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her warm soapy body against my chest.

  A groan vibrates through me, and I fall into the lush sensuality of our kiss. “God, when I saw you in the bar with him . . .”

  “Let’s not talk about him anymore.” A sly smile spreads across her face, and she slides her hand between us. “I know just how to shut down that analytical brain of yours.”

  “Natalie . . .” My head falls back, and I groan when she wraps her hand around my cock. She knows just how hard to squeeze, where to apply pressure, and when to pump. I grind into her soap-slick palm, thrusting hard as her fingers curl around my thick shaft. After so long, with Natalie naked in the shower with me, the pleasure is almost unbearable, and I can feel my climax building deep in my groin.

  “You like that?” she asks.

  “God, I forgot how hot you make me.”

  I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, my breathing ripping out of me in harsh gasps. Crushing her to my chest, I lift her off the floor and back her up against the wall. Water streams over us, every drop a sensual caress on my skin, washing the pain of our past away.

  Natalie wraps her legs around me and arches her hips, rubbing her pussy over the hard length of my cock. “I love you, Sam.”

  I wrap my arms tight around her, savor the words I haven’t heard in far too long. “Let me make love to you and show you how I feel.”

  “Make love to me later.” She links her fingers behind my neck and rocks her hips against me, her lush breasts sliding over my chest, the lips of her sex pressed tight against my shaft. “Fuck me now.”

  “Tempting.” I release her and drop to my knees on the hard, tile floor.

  “But tonight I’m going to love you even if it kills us both.”

  “Sam.” She licks her lips, trembles in anticipation when I press a kiss to the soft down between her legs as water streams over us.

  “It’s been a long time since I tasted you.” I lift her leg over my shoulder and nuzzle the soft skin of her inner thigh.

  “You don’t have to—”

  I cut her off with a lick, slicking my tongue between her labia and up over her clit. Her taste is so familiar. Divine.

  She gasps and her hands fist my hair, pulling me forward.

  “Seems that I do.” I spread her labia with my thumbs, massaging the outer lips as I tease her with my tongue, giving her the barest hint of what she wants with a light flick over her clit, but never enough to set her off.

  Natalie groans and arches toward me. “I can’t take anymore. Fuck me. Please. Now.”

  A growl rumbles through me. Leaning forward again, I push my tongue inside her with a slow, relentless thrust.

  Buried deep, the spray of water on my skin barely enough to counteract the heat pounding through my veins, I lose control. Greedy for her, I lick and suck as if I were starved for her body, alternating between plunging inside her and circling her clit.

  Natalie rocks against me, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. My cock is painfully hard, so exquisitely sensitive I feel every drop of water like a brand.

  Her muscles tighten beneath my hands, and her inner walls flutter. Sensing she is close, I draw her clit between my teeth and nip with the gentlest of pressure.

  Her back arches, head thudding against the wall as her climax takes her. “Oh God. Sam.”

  There is nothing better than hearing Natalie scream my name.

  Chapter Fourteen

  NATALIE

  My climax hits me like a rolling wave, slamming through my body as it floods my veins with molten pleasure. I shatter. Break. If not for Sam’s strong hands, I wouldn’t be able to stand.

  “Again.” He pushes a thick finger inside me, presses against my sensitive inner walls.

  “I can’t . . . ” But I can, because as soon as his velvet tongue rasps over my clit, my core spasms and I orgasm again in a rush of liquid heat.

  “I need you, Sam.” I pant my breaths when I finally come down from the ride. “I need you inside me.”

  In one fluid motion he stands, lifting me in his strong arms. I
wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he positions me over the thick head of his cock.

  “How do you want me?” His voice is hoarse, thick with desire.

  “Deep,” I say. “So deep I feel you tomorrow.”

  He surges inside me, pushing easily through my tender tissue, slick with my desire. He stretches me, fills me so completely I want to savor the feeling of being so close to him again.

  “Don’t move.”

  Sam freezes, his voice tight with restraint. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. It’s just . . . it’s been so long, and you feel so good. So right.”

  “I’ll go slow.” He eases out and pushes in again, working his shaft so deep I moan with every delicious stroke, tightening around him.

  “Natalie,” he barks, tension etched into the lines of his handsome face. “You keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m not going to last. Don’t you want it all, baby? I want to give it all to you.”

  “Yes, I want it all.” And I do. Hovering on the edge of another orgasm, I want him, body, cock, and soul.

  He lifts me, yanks me down as he thrusts up hard, his muscles rippling beneath my hands, powerful body claiming me utterly and completely.

  “You got me?”

  “I’ve got you,” I say. “All of you. Now fuck me hard.”

  With one hand braced on the wall, and the other holding me tight against him, he hammers into me, water streaming over his hair and down his back, his hips powering a relentless rhythm that drives me helplessly, ecstatically to the brink of orgasm again.

  “I want to hear you.” He angles his cock so it slides against my sweet spot. “I want to hear you scream.”

  I scream, my orgasm gripping me so hard my muscles lock tight as I surrender to the powerful, erotic sensation of climaxing around his hard shaft. I come in waves, my skin hot and tingling despite the cool water streaming over me, shaking, panting my breaths, until I sag boneless against my Sam.

  It takes me only seconds to realize he hadn’t climaxed too. His cock, still thick and hard, pulses gently inside me.

  “Sam?”

  He feathers kisses over my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and finally my lips. “My turn,” he says. “You got hard and fast because you were too sexy to resist. But now I want to love you gentle and slow.”

  “You did love me.” My pussy clenches around him, remembering him on his knees in front of me, his face soft with passion and desire.

  “Not properly.” He withdraws and holds me as I stand, reaching behind me to turn off the shower. His shaft, swollen and thick, bobs gently in my direction, and I resist the urge to wrap my hand around it. One stroke. Maybe two. He’s that close.

  Sam reaches behind him and grabs a fluffy white towel. With tender care, he pats me dry as I stand languid before him, but when I move to dry him off, he shakes his head. “Need to cool down. I’m burning for you. Once you get those hands on me, all bets are off.” He rubs himself down quickly, then lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bed.

  “I could get used to being carried around,” I tease, feeling lighter, happier by the moment.

  “I would carry you to the ends of the earth and back.” He lays me carefully on the soft comforter and stretches over me, his hips between my hips, and his weight on his elbows on either side of my shoulders. Carefully, he levers over me until our bodies touch everywhere—my breasts against his chest, his cock between my thighs, his lips on my lips.

  His slow, sweet kiss brings tears to my eyes.

  “I thought we were done crying.” He wipes my tears away.

  “Happy tears.” I wrap my arms around him. “After all these years, we never lost our connection. It was still there, just waiting to be found.”

  “That’s because we were meant to be together.” He angles his hips and pushes inside me, slowly, sweetly as his tongue slips between my lips to stroke inside my mouth.

  “True. Not many people meet their soul mate when they’re sixteen,” I say when we come up for air. “Or lose them, and find them again.”

  His thighs flex and he buries himself inside me, the movement all the more erotic when he matches every stroke with his tongue.

  My inner walls quiver when his cock swells inside me. He draws in a ragged breath and his muscles stiffen, rock hard.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t have a condom.” His voice is hoarse and strained. “I didn’t come to the bar planning to seduce you.”

  “You did pretty well for a man with no plan,” I tease. “Looks like you got yourself a girl, and you’re about to come.”

  “I’m serious, Natalie. I can pull out, but there’s still a risk.”

  Butterflies flutter in my stomach. A few missed pills and the unexpected pregnancy with Ethan ended my interest in using the pill for birth control, so we’d switched to condoms for the few months we were intimate before we lost Ethan, and on the rare occasions we were intimate over the last ten years.

  “If you’re not ready . . . ” He moves to pull away, and I tighten my hold. If there is ever a time to take a risk, it is on the night we’ve found each other again, when we’ve come back together in love. Ethan can never be replaced. I will love him with all my heart until the day I join him in heaven, but Sam has shown me tonight that love is infinite and enduring, and it doesn’t always need to be spoken out loud. It is there every day in the little things we do for each other—the dinners I cook with the foods Sam likes, the flowers that always appear on the table when I’m feeling down, the music that plays to soothe his soul, and the certainty that I will never go to bed alone.

  “I am ready.” I kiss him, long and deep. “I’m ready to love again.”

  “Nat . . . ” He chokes on his words. “I can’t even . . . ”

  “You don’t have to. I know.”

  One arm curves beneath my shoulders and he thrusts into me, buries himself deep and then stills. Our gazes meet and lock. I feel whole again. Complete. Home.

  When his body shudders above me, I rock my hips, urging him on. His muscles go rigid and he hammers into me, harder and harder until he climaxes with a groan.

  “Promise me something,” he says as he rolls onto his back, pulling me across his chest.

  “Anything.” I reach out at the same time he reaches over and our fingers lace together. Our hearts beat in time, with the soft steady thud that comes only from healing.

  “Promise you’ll always be home for dinner, or if you can’t be home, you’ll call me.”

  “I promise.” I snuggle against him, feeling replete and languid in his arms.

  “Promise something else.” He runs his hand up and down my back, a gentle caress that makes me feel warm and tingly inside.

  I laugh, savoring the joy of emotional and physical release. “What else?”

  “Get a new dentist.”

  “Don’t you trust me?” I push myself up and frown in mock disapproval.

  “I do trust you,” he huffs. “I don’t trust him.”

  “What are you really worried about?” I tease. “Are you afraid you can’t keep up with him? I think he’s older than you if it helps—”

  He cuts me off with kiss. “Are you fucking kidding me? Look at this body. I’m out in the field every day doing real work—hard, physical labor. I have the stamina of a goddamned bull. I can go all night every night. No damn dentist can pleasure you the way I can.”

  “So I see.” My gaze drifts down to his shaft, thick and hard and ready for me again.

  Sam gives a grunt of satisfaction. “That’s what you get when you’re with a real man.”

  I dip my head down to kiss him, my mouth moving gently. He pulls me closer, his tongue tangling with mine, reaffirming the bond that is growing stronger by the minute.

  “If we’re blessed with another child, I want to name him Liam, after my dad,” he says softly.

  “If we were to have a boy.” I raise a warning eyebrow.

  “We’ll call her Lia if she’s a girl,
” he says quickly. “And if she’s anything like her mother, she’s not gonna stick around this small town. She’s gonna be out in that world, kicking ass and taking names ‘cause her old man is going to dig out his old guitar and sing her some Bikini Kill and Bratmobile when you’re working late. She’s gonna be a punk rock queen.”

  Puzzled, I frown. “Working late at what?”

  “Your online education business. It’s a great idea. Your teaching degree is just sitting there gathering dust. You should use it. I’ll support you in any way you need. I want you to live your dreams, Nat. And I know you’ll be amazing at whatever you do.”

  “That’s sweet, Sam. But we don’t have the money. With the amount of IT involved, I would need my own facility. It doesn’t make sense to rent.”

  “Gonna sell the cows.” He brushes a kiss over my forehead, his hand roving my body with more deliberation. “That will free up the capital we need to buy that building on Main Street that’s just gone up for sale, and it will free up my time over the winter to renovate it for you. Running a grain farm is more than enough work, especially if you’ve got a business on the go, and we’re gonna start a family.”

  “You’re going to make me cry again.” I dip my head so he can’t see my eyes glisten.

  “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” he admits. “But I was afraid of having time on my hands and nothing to do except dwell on the past. Now it’s all out there, and it’s not so bad. I feel hopeful again—about you, and us, and maybe a future with a family.”

  I nuzzle his neck. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself. One night of unprotected sex isn’t good odds for a baby.”

  A grin slides over his face. “I’m only getting started.”

  I roll on top of him, cupping his face between my hands. “Thank you.”

  “What for?”

  “For loving me after all that happened between us.”