by Nan Comargue
In reply, Alexa unzipped his pants. With a little gentle easing, his cock and balls fit through the opening she’d created, but even those ministrations made him alternately curse and groan.
“Don’t, Alexa. I can’t take it.”
Her full name made her pause and re-assess the situation. Nik’s warnings were spoken with an edge of need that made her wonder if she was doing the right thing. It took all of her courage to come on to him so boldly, but his reactions had been everything she could have wanted. She could be brave because he encouraged her to be. She knew that she would always be safe with him.
“Really?” she asked, stroking the velvety head of his cock, not wanting to let go yet. “Do you want me to stop?”
His whole body shuddered then he shook his head. “I want to be inside you so badly.”
She had her answer.
“Okay,” she said. “We can do that.”
The seatbelt protested when she leaned fully over him, but it eventually gave way. Just as she did. Just like Nik had. Because the reward was worth the risk.
Nik’s hips nearly lifted off the seat as she took the tip of his shaft into her mouth. She sucked on it lightly, soothingly, eventually easing him back into control of the car.
He slowed the car when she licked and nibbled her way down his hard length while cupping and caressing his balls below.
“Fucking hell, Lexy.”
He might have been in hell, but she was traveling the other way, her nipples tightening as she played with him, her pussy growing warm and damp. It wanted his attention too but this was about him, about showing him how far she was willing to go.
It was so easy to get lost in the sensation of pleasuring him, of feeling every minute reaction in his sensitive cockhead when it leaked pre-cum that she licked away as soon as it appeared. The slight swelling in his testicles told her that he was ready.
“Almost there,” he grunted.
Whether he meant their destination or his orgasm, she couldn’t tell and her lips were too busy to ask.
A moment later, his cock jerked in her fingers and the trickle of pre-cum became a hot jet pumping salty-sweet jism into her mouth. She swallowed when it hit the back of her throat then swallowed again and again as he came and came. She milked him with her fingers to get every last drop then gently squeezed his balls until they too were empty.
Nik’s head fell back against the seat. “Fuck, I think I died.”
Smiling, Alexa straightened up. “Welcome to the afterlife.”
He grinned back at her. “I could get used to it.”
He drove more slowly after that and, he was right, his house was close.
It wasn’t quite the Hollywood Hills but it was exclusive enough, with a more modern, upbeat vibe. Each house was unique and nestled between trees and lush lawns and hidden behind high fences.
Nik hit a button in his car to swing open an electric gate and his house appeared behind it, a pretty English-style cottage transplanted into the heat and sun of California.
“It’s lovely,” Alexa said approvingly. It didn’t quite fit in with the Spanish and Italian-style buildings along the street but it had a character and beauty all its own.
“I’m glad you like it,” said Nik. “It reminded me of you.”
Alexa didn’t know quite how to take that. She wasn’t an English rose or a beauty. But then, Nik always saw the world his own way. Who was she to complain when he seemed to see her as more beautiful than she was?
As she’d predicted, he did come around to open the car door for her but instead of handing her out, he crouched down and leaned in for a long kiss.
Alexa wrapped her hands around his head, urging him closer. Their little en route activity may have given him satisfaction, but her pussy was still throbbing with need.
They parted and Nik drew her to her feet, his arm sheltering her while they made their way into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. There was no time to admire the stylish interior. Alexa only had eyes for Nik. And his eyes were glowing warm and blue…and full of love.
He loved her. She knew that now, in the core of her where no doubts or misunderstandings could touch.
They undressed each other in the semi-darkness with more haste than care. Then—when they were finally naked—they stood swaying, arms wrapped around one another, open mouths fused, feeding off each other. Soon he was hard again, his cock swelling between them, pressing urgently against her stomach.
Alexa lay down on the bed with her knees raised and bent. Her pussy was splayed open for him and he stared at it, a smile touching his mouth, before he came to stand between her knees and started to touch her.
He explored her pussy with his fingers, feeling her heat and wetness. Her clit was tense and stiff. When he teased it with his fingertips, her hips bucked and writhed. Such a small connection yet so vital. So primitive. He might as well have been holding her entire body in his palm.
Nik’s face flushed as he watched his own movements. He entered her with his index finger, then with two, stretching her wider. She groaned when he added a third finger, rounded together to form a thick cylinder. The noise was filled with both pleasure and frustration.
“Good, baby?”
“Mm, yes,” she moaned.
“Ready for more?”
She wasn’t at all sure but she said yes anyway. Whatever he wanted, she wanted to share with him.
But she thought she’d made a mistake when he withdrew his hand, leaving only cold emptiness. The condom wrapper being torn open was a tiny sound that became magnified in the darkened room. Then Nik caught hold of her ankles, skimming his palms up her legs to her ass, where he slipped his hands underneath and lifted her. The action brought her hips up, tilting them to receive him.
He braced his thighs against the side of the bed, pressed his sheathed cockhead next to her eager opening then nudged inside her.
“Oh, yes, just like that!”
Nik smiled but he wasn’t spurred to impatience by her words. He seemed intent on taking his time, sliding into her by fractions of hot, hard inches, until she surged upward in an attempt to meet him halfway. Immediately, he drew back then started the slow, steady intrusion once again.
Sweat broke out across her skin, adding a subtle drag to the friction between their bodies. He acted like he had all the time in the world, but she was burning up. She squirmed on the mattress, wanting more, needing more, but not knowing how to get it.
In the car, she’d been in control. This time he was, and he meant to show her the true vastness of his power over her.
“More, Nikky, more.” Alexa practically sobbed in frustration.
He seemed to slow down to an excruciating pace that focused every bit of her attention on where they were joined, flesh in flesh, dick in pussy. Nothing else mattered.
From the furrow that appeared between his sandy brows, she could tell that his own torture was getting to him as well, but he didn’t give in. He played with her, pushing forward and withdrawing, never coming close to giving him all of her.
Alexa reached up to touch him. She ran her hands over his tensed arms, exploring his damp hot skin with her fingertips until the muscles beneath twitched and jerked in helpless response.
“Tell me,” Nik said, his teeth gritted against her ministrations.
She didn’t have to be told twice. “I love you, Nikky.”
Some of the tension drained from him as he relaxed and entered her another inch. Almost there.
Alexa lifted herself on her elbows. “Nikky, look at me.”
Their gazes met and held.
“I love you,” she told him. “Always. I’ll tell the whole world if you want.”
“No,” he said, his voice tight, as if he were in pain. “Tell me. That’s all that matters.”
She repeated it as he finally gave in and thrust fully, his cock stretching and filling her pussy the way only he could.
Standing, he had better leverage to fuck her properly and he
proceeded to do just that, relentlessly pounding into her cunt until it was a single nerve ending, brilliantly pulsing.
The declarations of love gave way to more urgent demands. Her chant of ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck me’ threw him into a frenzy of short forceful penetration. With every forward thrust, he hit her clit, grinding it into a tender pulp. She came in a glorious confusion, creaming all over his hard dick, so much of it that some leaked out between their joined flesh. Her channel clenched and released, clenched and released, trying to milk the cock that pounded it.
But Nik wasn’t done yet.
He continued to piston into her, and it seemed like he would never stop. His energy was boundless, infinite, awesome.
He fucked like a god, the omnipotent kind who came down from the heavens to seduce hapless swans.
Incredibly, after such a devastating climax, Alexa’s clit was swelling again and her pussy warming deep inside, the fickle organ letting go of one high only to climb back up to another elusive peak.
She rested her head on the damp sheets, her hair a sweaty mass against her face, her body limp and streaked with perspiration. Yet, under Nik’s hot, half-lidded stare, she felt beautiful. More than that. She felt as if she belonged.
Here. With him. Always.
Nik clamped down on her ass cheeks with his fingers and held her to him for a long shuddering beat. Slowly, he withdrew then thrust again in a powerful push. Slow, then fast. Building… Climbing…
His dick seemed to grow steelier when he pumped it rapidly in and out of her cunt, squeezing her ass to the beat of his cock. Her entire body was pounding to his rhythm.
He was making her crazy.
This time Alexa didn’t cry out to be fucked—he was already doing that splendidly. She screamed his name, over and over. Showing him that she could never forget who was inside her, who was the only man who could take her to this incredible, divine place.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
It was Nik who was swearing beneath his breath, his face screwed up as he tried to hold onto control. But it was too late. He was too far gone. He held his hips hard against her when Alexa’s pussy clenched around him, keeping him with her. Then he closed his eyes, threw his head back and shuddered. His cum was a fiery spurt, hot even through the latex layer. It was so good, like a warm tongue bath for her pussy walls. Then Nik reached out, eyes still shut, to latch onto her clitoris.
“Ugh.” Alexa could say nothing more when he rubbed it, stroked it, kneaded it. He did everything but lick it up and that was only because he was still in her, still moving slowly, lingeringly, in her cunt.
When she came again, it was deeper and more hard fought, a black velvet climax after the bright brilliant one she’d had earlier. She came with his cock lodged deeply, giving her something still hard to buck and writhe on, riding her dark orgasm to the end.
Finally, Alexa lay exhausted and pliant on the bed, too tired to react when Nik eased his shaft out of her and stripped it of the condom.
A moment later, he settled them both in the bed, under the sheets this time, and tucked Alexa’s head under his chin. His body curved around hers. A perfect fit.
“This time we’re not going to jump to conclusions.”
His voice was a low smooth rumble yet it made her tense up. Love was fine to talk about in the middle of sex but sometimes it disappeared along with the heady fog of lust.
Alexa curled her arms around her middle. “I’m not jumping,” she said, striving to keep her voice light. “My feet are on the ground. Both of them.”
This time she was fully aware of how real this was—and how messy. A short time ago she’d thought she could love David. Now, Nik or no Nik, she would have to break David’s heart. It wasn’t fair to keep him dangling, just as it hadn’t been fair to make him her rebound.
There was always a price to pay, even for the innocent.
Nik spoke softly, his mouth brushing against her hair. “We’ll take it slow if you want. Date for a while. I love you but I won’t push you into anything.”
A silly smile started to break out on her face. Some of the tension was floating away.
He didn’t want to push her, did he? Maybe he ought to have realized that she needed a push this time—a good hard one.
Fear was so powerful. What if love wasn’t enough? What if it didn’t work out? What if the next time they didn’t see each other wasn’t just a year but a lifetime? What would that do to Val? What would that do to her?
No, she knew the answer. She was so afraid because she knew exactly what would happen. She would fall apart.
This was real, she and Nik. This thing between them, as strange and complicated as it was, had a chance.
“I love you, Nik. I want to have a relationship.”
There, she had made it as clear as she could, holding back nothing.
Nik cleared his throat. “I think, though, that we should be in the same state to give our union a shot. I can rent a place in Chicago. We’re due for a branch there, or—”
“Or I could move here,” Alexa finished. “Back home. Live with Val…”
He tightened his arms around her shoulders. “Live with me.”
She lifted her chin to look into his face. That suggestion wasn’t exactly taking it slow. It was a great big leap…and she was ready for it.
He was so flushed and on edge that she wanted to put him out of his misery straight away. Oh, but the urge to play with him just a little bit longer was overwhelming.
“Can we make love like this every night?”
Nik groaned as he buried his head against her neck. “God, I hope not. I can do better when I’m not so frigging nervous around you anymore.”
He was nervous?
There was better?
He rushed on when she didn’t reply. “I know we need time to get to know each other, Lexy. Not how we were when we were much younger but how we are now—who we are now. Not as stepbrother and stepsister but as two adults who have fallen in love. But I don’t see any reason why we can’t do all of that stuff while living under the same roof.”
It was the first time any man had asked her to live with him, and she hoped and prayed that it would be the last. This crazy, wild thing with Nik was everything to her and she was willing to spend the rest of her days making it work.
“I agree.”
The breath he expelled ruffled her hair. “So we’re good?”
Alexa gazed into his eyes. He was right. She didn’t know him as an adult. Not really. But there was time for that. There would be time for everything they wanted.
“We are and we will be,” she told him. “Better than good. For a long, long time to come.”
For a second, Nik reverted straight back to adolescence as his mouth moved down to meet hers.
“Awesome!”
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Excerpt
Chapter One
Finn Carter flopped down on the chair across from Maggie’s desk and groaned loudly.
“My heart is broken.”
Maggie glanced up from her laptop. “Oh dear,” she said. “Not again. That makes it, what, three times in the last two months?”
Finn’s smoky blue eyes sparkled at her. “Probably,” he agreed. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
She blinked at him. “Me?”
“You’re my lawyer,” he told her, a grin starting to tip the sides of his sensual mouth. “You’re supposed to have solutions to my problems.”
It was difficult not to smile back at that famous face but somehow Maggie managed it.
“Your legal problems, buster. Not your romantic ones.” She picked up a pen and tapped it against her cheek. “Are there still such things as lovelorn columns? You could write into one. Think about the headline— Huge Music Star Just Wants Love. The columnist would be overrun with responses. Of course, nowadays, you could probably just send out a tweet and have the s
ame effect.”
Finn was staring at her so intently that the burgeoning smile at her own joke dried up.
“What’s the matter?” she wanted to know.
When he answered, his voice was harsh and utterly unlike the smooth tones he used to sing, “I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what? Joke with you?”
Maggie was taken aback. She seldom laughed at her client’s quips but, after all, she and Finn had known each other for nearly a decade. If that didn’t give her some leeway to show a bit of humor with him, what did?
“Subtly put yourself down,” was Finn’s incredible reply. “Act like you’re a million years old.”
Maggie felt her expression freeze. “I wasn’t aware that I was doing that,” she said stiffly.
“‘Are there still such things as lovelorn columns?’”
He was an excellent mimic. Heat flooded Maggie’s cheeks.
“Stop being a prick,” she snapped. “We both know exactly how old I am—”
But even before she’d finished her thought, she could see the grin on his face. Had she just…?
Yes, she had. She’d just called her biggest client a prick.
He was going to fire her.
Fuck.
“How old are you, anyway?”
Maggie’s head drooped as she waved his question away. He was playing with her. He fired agents as an annual ritual, starting with his own parents at the age of seventeen. Of course he was going to fire her. He was just going to make her squirm first.
“You’ve been my lawyer ever since I landed my first recording contract,” he continued to muse aloud, “and assuming you were called to the bar for a couple years before that, you would have to be, uh, thirty-nine?”
Despite herself, Maggie had to smile slightly. “Is that the polite way of saying forty?”
Finn was leaning across the desk, staring at her as if his life depended on her response. “Am I right?”
“I’m thirty-eight,” she said. “As of last Monday.”