Delivered with a Kiss: Veteran Movers 4

by Marie Harte

  But now, with her on her knees between his legs, her mouth so very close…

  “Eat me,” he ordered, then groaned when she dropped the towel and licked him from the tip of his dick to his balls. “Fuck. Please. Put that mouth over me, Erin. Suck me dry. I can’t…” His eyes rolled back in his head when she licked him again. He trembled and put a hand over her head. Not pushing her, just there to guide her should the vixen say yes.

  She blinked up at him, sexy as hell yet still pure, something innocent radiating from her golden gaze. “What do I get if I do?” She smiled and turned him from a logical, thinking man into a chaotic beast.

  “Whatever the fuck you want. I am so hard, right now. I want you. So much,” he moaned.

  “Whatever I want. I’ll hold you to that.”

  “Anything. Everything. Please.”

  Then she put her mouth over him, her ripe lips drawing him into the hot recess of her mouth. He didn’t move, scared of freaking her out with his size or being too rough, too needy to be gentle.

  But then he didn’t need to. Erin put her hands on his ass and moved him, in and out, her mouth and tongue better than anything he’d ever known.

  He watched her, unable to look away, and saw her close her eyes, moaning and she drew out his pleasure.

  He didn’t know what he said, only that he kept praying her name, his hips snapping in time with her grasping hands. “So good. Yes, yes.”

  She licked under his cockhead, and he shuddered on the verge of coming. As much as he wanted to release, he couldn’t without asking.

  “I’m too close,” he panted. “So ready to come.”

  She cupped his balls and twirled her tongue around him.

  “Motherfucker.” He swore and almost lost it. “Erin, if you don’t pull back, you’re going to swallow. A lot. I’m not kidding,” he growled, giving her a chance to back away.

  She only sucked harder, fondling his sac and stroking up between his legs, right along the crease toward his…

  “Erin.” He jetted into her mouth, lost to everything but her small hands and magically skilled tongue.

  He couldn’t stop, out of his mind with pleasure.

  When she pulled away, she replaced her lips with her hand and milked him dry.

  He felt lightheaded, completely done in by the smug woman on her knees.

  “Anything I want, you said.”

  He nodded and fell back on the bed, working to catch his breath. When he could speak, he promised her, “Anything. I fucking swear.”

  She joined him on the bed, adorable, sexy, and wicked. “I’m going to save this ‘anything’ for later.”

  Smith could only nod, still trying to make his mind work. He felt her small hands stroking him, calming him down, and a surge of affection struck him mute. God, he’d never felt this good in his life. Nothing had ever come close to what he’d shared with Erin.

  And then he felt horrible, because he’d just come and she hadn’t.

  “Damn it. I’m sorry.”

  Her hand stopped, so he nudged her to continue petting his tattoo.

  “For what?”

  “For not giving you an orgasm before I came.”

  She chuckled. “That’s okay. I love knowing I made you lose your mind.”

  “Just my mind?” He grabbed her and pulled her over him, so that she straddled his waist. Another position he’d fantasized about. Unfortunately, he needed a break before he’d be ready to go again. That’s if she hadn’t broken him entirely. He had never, ever, come so hard.

  Erin smirked. “You sure did seem pent up.”

  “Would this be the wrong time to tell you that you just had one of my special protein shakes?”

  Her eyes grew wide. “That’s a thing?”

  “What?” He scowled when he realized what she meant. “Woman, I haven’t had sex in months. And never like that.” He flushed. “I was joking.”

  “Oh. Good.” She planted her hands on his chest and leaned closer, and it was all he could do not to stare at her amazing breasts. They fit perfectly into his huge hands. “Because I’m not sure where we go from here, with us being more than friends, but I think it should just stay between us. No other women for you.”

  He remembered Brad Battle being super friendly. “And no guys for you.”

  “That’s fine with me.”

  They nodded at each other. He let her look him over. She seemed fascinated with his body. And he could relate. Hers was so feminine, so soft yet resilient. And so fucking pretty.

  “You have the prettiest nipples,” he said as she stroked his. “I mean, I keep thinking I want to caress them, but I also want to suck them. Or fuck them.” Her cheeks turned bright red.

  He laughed.

  “Oh, you.” She tugged at his sparse chest hair, and he winced. “Thanks so much for my protein shake, but I think I need real food. And not one word about your sausage, either.”

  For some reason that struck him as hilarious, and he laughed so hard he knocked her off him.

  She shifted to his side, still on her knees as she watched him and started laughing herself.

  Once they’d sobered, he pulled her down for a kiss. “Sorry. I’ll keep my sausage and my protein shakes to myself.” He snickered. “Man, that was funny. Okay. I promised you breakfast. Let me dazzle you with more than my cock. How about some eggs and waffles?”

  He loved how coarse words made her blush. And how mention of his cock had her looking there. He hoped she understood they had only just begun. Because he really hadn’t gotten his fill of her yet.

  A smaller, scared part that he refused to acknowledge muttered, And you never will get your fill of her. Not now, not ever.

  * * *

  Erin let Smith put her in one of his Tee-shirts since it fell to midthigh. For her sanity, he’d put on a pair of shorts, allowing her to ogle his amazing body while he cooked.

  “It’s the tat, right? It’s like meth for chicks,” he teased as he fixed them omelets.

  Not used to having someone cook for her, she sat at the kitchen island and sipped her coffee. She’d made it darker than he normally drank it, and it amused her to think of drinking her coffee all manly-like while he doctored his with cream and sugar.

  “Lightweight,” she murmured as he drank from the USMC cup she’d poured for him.

  “I heard that.” He shot her an amused look over his shoulder.

  This Smith had been buried under the arrogant Marine? Though the tougher version of Smith has always seemed sexy to her, this relaxed, handsome, smiling Smith kept digging at the walls around her heart. She knew she was making too much of their sex, but glory be in a basket, he’d played her body like a friggin’ maestro. And he refused to let her get dressed.

  She had a feeling he had more planned for them.

  As if reading her mind, Smith winked. “Gotta make sure I keep you fed and energized. That was a pretty pitiful round one. We’ve got a bunch more to get through before I’m letting you out of here.” His eyes narrowed. “I owe you some out of body experiences, I think.”

  “You up for it?” she taunted with a glance at his hips. With him facing the stove, she couldn’t see the front of his shorts. But there was no way he could be raring to go again so soon. Could he? Oh, please, be raring to go again. Some insatiable sex goddess had taken root inside her.

  He scowled. And that mean look did nothing but turn her on. “Oh, I’ll be up for it, Cupcake. Just you wait.”

  “Cupcake? Is that the nickname you use when you can’t remember their names?”

  He laughed. “Trust me. There’s no way I’ll ever forget your name…Cupcake.”

  “Ass.”

  He chuckled. “Oh yeah. Erin. You made me crazy for you. But payback’s a bitch.”

  “Named Smith.” She snickered.

  His eyes crinkled. “A bitch named Smith. Very funny.” He paused. “You’re kind of obnoxious under that cute façade. It’s like we’re made for each other.”

  His h
appiness did something to her. It touched her deep inside, in the places she kept hidden, for fear of falling in love and losing herself. Even with Cody she’d kept part of herself separate. The physical distance between them had mirrored the emotional distance that had grown. His need to be the Person of Importance in their relationship obvious from the beginning.

  But with Smith, Erin felt like they met on the same playing field. She liked him, he—amazingly—liked her. Not only had he driven her insane with lust, but she’d done the same to him. She’d never been so in charge before, and she’d loved it. Smith had begged her for mercy.

  If she recalled correctly, he’d growled, “Eat me.” That sounded dirty, and she shivered remembering every lick, suck, and swallow. Smith was a big man, and he only got bigger when aroused.

  “I’d ask what you’re thinking about,” Smith said as he slid their omelets onto plates, then scooped hotcakes off the griddle to add to their calories. “But I feel like I already know.” He set her plate next to his. “Now if you want to eat, pay the toll.”

  “Toll?”

  He dragged her close for a kiss that had the room spinning. “Yeah. You kiss me, I feed you. Then after, when you deserve more of my amazing cock, I’ll give it to you.”

  “Amazing, eh?” She would have sounded more disgruntled if she could catch her breath. “Well, it certainly does get big enough.”

  “It does more than that. It’s magically delicious.”

  “I will never, ever, eat my cereal the same way again.” She cringed.

  He laughed and kissed her, and her desire spiked. But instead of finishing what he’d started, he placed her on the chair next to him and put a fork in her hand. “Eat up. You’re going to need it.”

  “You’re bossy.” She dug into her food, famished. “And a good cook, surprise, surprise.”

  “Well, I don’t mean to brag.”

  “Seriously?”

  “But when it comes to eggs, I can do no wrong.”

  “Is that right?” Too hungry to give him more than that weak challenge, she gobbled her food. “This is really good.”

  He chuckled and started eating. “We’ll have to have a contest. Best cook gets to be on top.”

  “That’s a win-win.”

  “I know.” He kept eating and casually said, “Watching your tits move up and down while you ride me, that’s so hot. And I love looking at your face when you come. You get all soft and sexy. It makes me hard just thinking about it.”

  There had to be something wrong with the fact he’d gotten her hot and bothered over eggs. But he did put her hand over him, and to her delight, he’d gotten thick and long. She decided to play and slid her hand inside his shorts, stroking him while he ate.

  He watched her, his appetite for the food on his plate diminishing. She, however, needed some energy. She had a feeling, by the size of his ever-growing “amazing cock,” that his sooner than later was right around the corner.

  * * *

  An hour later, Smith had done what he’d promised.

  “You…really are a…bitch,” she said, panting, on her hands and knees while the man with an ungodly amount of stamina plowed her from behind. She’d already come hard from his talented tongue and fingers.

  But he’d refused to give her the rest of him, intent on driving her out of her mind in lust. Just when she was ready to climax, Smith pulled back. He’d been toying with her forever, and even the feel of him pumping in and out from behind, so huge and thick, didn’t give her the ease she needed.

  “Fucking you is the highlight of my life,” he said, slowing down.

  She felt every inch of him slide inside her before those same inches pulled away. He withdrew until only the tip of him remained, then he started again.

  “You’re mean and so—” she paused as he shoved in one hard push and caught her breath on a spike of ecstasy “—big. Please, Smith.”

  “Say it, Cupcake. Tell me what I want to hear.” He’d gotten off on the dirty talk. Lord knew Erin had turned ridiculously easy to please when he said those four-letter words or told her what he intended to do to her. Smith was good at it. Creative, descriptive, and inventive about sex.

  Though she’d never been a fan of the C-word, when he talked about plowing her, she melted. Or as he liked to say, she creamed all over him.

  “I want you to…” She lost her train of thought when he reached around and put his thumb against her clit, rubbing in circles, soft, then firm. With him still inside her as he touched her, he started the countdown to O-mageddon. Yet again.

  He stopped, and she swore, which made him laugh. “You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad. Have I told you that?”

  She looked over her shoulder at the man buried balls deep inside her. As much as she wanted to yell at him to stop toying with her, she couldn’t help falling closer to loving him. She made a memory right then and there. His smile, his joy. And the sight of him connected to her in a way no one ever had been before.

  “Smith, you’re destroying my will to live.”

  He withdrew completely and flipped her over. “Can’t have that.” He leaned on his elbows above her, thankfully not crushing her. “This is going to sound a little weird, but I promise it’s not.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, on fire to feel him in her. “Mm-hmm.”

  “You’re the perfect size for me,” he said between kisses. “Small and posable.” He paused, his smirk impossible to ignore. “You’re like a sex doll. All tits and ass and fucking beautiful. Then you ruin it when you talk.” His naughty grin dared her to get mean.

  “Asshole.”

  “Yeah, that gets me going.” He nudged her legs apart and settled between them. “I’m bigger and heavier. I can make you do whatever I want you to do.”

  “Damn it. You can’t.” She struggled to get free, not wanting to, but trying. Because she loved that he overpowered her. Perhaps telling him that after pancakes hadn’t been her brightest move, because he used it against her, keeping her on a sexual edge of insanity by taking charge.

  When her ex had taken charge, it had been to assuage his needs. She’d let him, though she could have escaped Cody’s hold at any time. He wasn’t that much stronger than her, nothing a well-placed kick wouldn’t manage.

  Smith took charge because she got off on it. She couldn’t move him and craved his dominance.

  “Oh, Cupcake. What will you do if I push inside you? You can’t get free, can you?” he taunted and took her hand to his cock. He used her to guide him inside her, exactly where she wanted him. “Any excuse I have to get your hands on me, I’ll take it.” He stared into her eyes as he started fucking her.

  It was raw and passionate. Nothing scripted about Smith taking her. Raunchy and dirty when he used the words he whispered into her ear. She couldn’t get closer, and she needed to. She clawed at his back, dragged him close, and kissed him with all she had.

  His thrust grew rougher, faster.

  And each movement put his body over hers, touching her right where she needed it.

  “Gonna come inside you. All inside your pretty pussy,” he whispered and rotated his hips, hitting another spot deep inside her that shocked her into one mother of an orgasm.

  She cried out and tightened her legs around his waist, arching against him.

  When she could breathe again, she felt him thick inside her.

  “You are seriously killing me.”

  He grinned, and a lock of hair fell over his eyes. His boyish smile didn’t fit with the carnal desire between them, yet it did. And then he was drawing them both up, so that she sat over his cock. He kissed her and cupped her breasts, playing with her all over again.

  “It’s like you’re a cat and I’m your ball of string,” she whispered, his to command. And he knew it.

  “Oh, no, Erin. You’re the pussy, and I’m the dog with a big dick dying for a piece.”

  She stroked his hair and kissed him. “You want my pussy?”


  He shuddered and moved her hips over him, touching her so deep inside. “Keep talking. You get me so hard when you talk like that.”

  “Like what?” she whispered and drew his ear to her lips, loving that she could make him shiver. A big tough guy like Smith, putty in her hands. “Don’t you want to come inside me? Give me that thick cock and make me all wet inside?” She licked his ear.

  He groaned and moved her faster, up and down over him. But that wasn’t enough, apparently, so he laid her flat back on the bed and went to town. Touching every part of her, body, mind, and what really scared her—soul.

  Erin whispered words of encouragement no lady would ever think about, let alone confess to. When Smith moaned her name and filled her up once more, she didn’t think she’d ever had such a religious Sunday, in or out of church.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Okay, what the hell?” Hector Jackson, one half of Smith’s support on the Wade move, stared at him in consternation. “You’ve been smiling all damn day, and it’s freaking me out.”

  His twin, Lafayette, nodded as he drew abreast of them in the client’s basement, wrapping a cord around a floor lamp. “Seriously. I like a happy guy, but it just doesn’t look natural on you, man.”

  The pair had been in the Navy, and for a couple of squids, they were okay. Built like bricks, the Jacksons could haul what he could. Both guys had smarts and sense, which did not always go hand in hand, and worked hard. Smith couldn’t fault them for anything except their constant good cheer.

  Because who the hell wanted to be happy all the time? “Blow me,” he told them.

  As one, they sighed.

  “Ah, that’s better,” Lafayette said, his mirth clear to see. “Thought for a minute there you were someone else.”

  “Like who?” Hector asked with a smirk. “Cash, maybe? They do look alike.”

  “Fuck off.” Smith glared at him. It was no secret he and Cash looked alike. But from what he gathered, none of the Griffiths—Cash, Reid, or Evan—had said a word about his connection to the guys. The fact that they acknowledged Smith as a brother was too new to understand.