Forbidden Attraction: A Contemporary Romance Box Set

by K. C. Crowne

  Already, I could feel myself close to climax and I held back for a moment, not wanting the pleasure to end too soon. It was the sweetest torture as I pulled my hand away and tried to take a deep breath to refrain from coming.

  When I felt the urge to reach orgasm subside, I returned my hand to my pussy and it grew even wetter. My index finger slipped inside me easily followed by my middle one as I ground my clit up against the palm of my hand.

  "Aw, fuck!"

  I bit the corner of the duvet and clenched my eyes shut.

  How big would his cock be? I wondered. Would he be as big as I hoped he would be?

  I imagined taking my time pulling his zipper down bit by bit until the sight of his cock straining against his boxers came into view. In my mind I leaned down and kissed him through his underwear, feeling the heat and throb of his cock against my lips.

  Slowly, I would take him out his boxer shorts and stroke him. Softly at first then harder until he moaned and begged to enter me. Only then would I slip my panties to the side and take him up inside me. Letting him fill me up over and over again as his mouth sucked hungrily on my breasts.

  “Oh, God!”

  I bit down on the duvet as hard as I could, but it did nothing to stop the moan that escaped my mouth as I reached a hard, earth shattering orgasm that made my legs shudder uncontrollably and my eyes roll back in my head. Beneath me, the springs beneath the mattress squeaked as I thrashed against them.

  “Are you okay?” came Ruby's worried voice from the hall as she dashed out of her bedroom.

  “I, uh, just saw a spider,” I lied as I struggled to catch my breath.

  “You need me to come in and-”

  “No! I mean, no. It's cool. I got it.”

  “Okay, well goodnight.”

  I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I heard her close her bedroom door.

  Jared

  The snow was so heavy that by the time I reached the road up to my cabin, even my monster of a truck was struggling to get through it.

  As the windshield wipers worked on overdrive, and my headlights burned through the falling snow, I felt as though I was at the end of the world. When all I wanted to be was back down in town with Megan.

  The only thing that warmed as I returned home was the memory of her kiss. I could still feel it, the sweet scent of her strawberry lip balm mingled with the strong aroma of peppermint breath mints.

  At last, my headlights landed on the outline of my cabin. Although in this weather it looked like a toy shack crafted from matchsticks shrouded in cotton wool snow.

  I wrestled the door open against the wind and landed knee deep in thick, fluffy snow that I struggled to wade through. By the time I reached my front door, digging my way down to reach the steps, I was exhausted. Staggering inside, I quickly lit the fire and collapsed onto the bed.

  Maybe the boys were right about me living up here. Maybe it is madness.

  In a matter of weeks, the snow was going to be impossible to travel through, and reaching town was going to be an expedition rather than a simple commute.

  As the heat from the fire enveloped the room, and for the first time all day I relaxed, I lay exhausted. Deep inside my thigh, a dull ache pulsed. I lowered my hand to the scar where the bullet entered and felt its rough texture through my pants.

  I had been so angry to have been shot. It made me feel weak. Made me feel like a victim. But as the months passed, and I started to recover, I knew I was nobody's victim. I was a survivor of the Mob as much as I was a survivor of war. And in a peculiarly fateful way, if I had never been shot, I would never have wound up in Megan's office.

  Megan... I thought as I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my clothes. What I would do to have you here with me right now.

  It felt as though she had been dropped into my life right when I needed her the most.

  Crawling beneath the covers, I breathed in the smoky smell of the fire and melted into my bed. Instantly, I fell into a deep sleep, sinking down and down into a velvety bliss.

  Dreams came easily to me, arriving at first in abstract images as memories of the day floated by. I dreamt of that cheap receptionist and how she didn't come close to Megan no matter how hard she tried. I dreamt of the way Megan lay her hands on me, so caring and compassionate, but there was no weakness in her touch. She may have been trying to help me, but her grasp on me was firm and commanding. Everything about her was the perfect combination of soft and strong, feminine and powerful.

  I dreamt of hearing her shrill, frightened voice across the bar and catching a glimpse of her face through the crowd. Seeing the fear in her eyes, seeing the hatred on her face as she looked up at that asshole.

  I dreamt of my knuckles hitting his face and still felt the ache across my fingers. They'd be bruised tomorrow, but it would be worth it. I'd hit him a hundred times again if it meant he'd stay away from her.

  I dreamt of her entering my truck and never leaving. Of kissing me but never stopping. I dreamt of her pulling open her thick, padded coat to reveal she had nothing on underneath but a lace bra and panties. They accentuated the definition of her lithe muscles and the curves of her hips and breasts so perfectly.

  “I just want to thank you for saving me back there,” she said, climbing up onto my lap.

  She straddled me and lay her hands on my biceps to feel the strength of them.

  “You're so strong,” she breathed in my ear. “You really know how to fight.”

  Then suddenly, the truck didn't exist, but we were back here in the cabin and I was looking up at her, strong thighs clamped around either side of me as she held me in place.

  The light from the fire glowed behind her, kissing the silhouette of her bronzed skin. I reached up and cupped her breasts, but she slapped my hands away.

  “Wait,” she ordered.

  Beneath her, my cock was hard as a rock and pulsing against her. Feeling how big I was, she looked down and grinned hungrily, licking her lips as she pulled me free from my underwear.

  “You're so fucking huge,” she said, surprised.

  I could feel her hands struggle to accommodate my girth as they worked their way up and down me slowly, inch by inch as she slowly lowered her mouth to my tip.

  I drew in a sharp breath. She groaned as she sucked me, cupping my balls gently as I felt an intense pleasure like no other invade my body. I could feel myself reach a fast climax, but before I could, she pulled her mouth away and sat up straight.

  “Don't stop!” I begged her, but she only laughed.

  Slowly, she began pulling her bra straps down over her shoulders.

  “Let me touch you,” I said, desperate to feel her breasts in my hands.

  “No. You have to wait,” she insisted, and once again slapped my hands away.

  “You're torturing me.”

  “Good.”

  She unclipped her bra from behind and it fell down to her waist, revealing her pert, perfect, tanned breasts. Her nipples were large, hard and pink, and I longed for them in my mouth. But whenever I tried to lean up, she would push me back down.

  When I didn't think I could take any more of her teasing me, she spread her legs and hooked her index finger into her panties and pulled them to the side. Her pussy was pink and wet and ready to be entered.

  “Oh fuck,” I whispered, willing to do anything to taste it.

  With her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, she pushed two fingers inside herself and let out a groan. I nearly came right there just watching her and had to fight with all my strength to not pounce.

  “You like that?” she asked. “You like watching?”

  “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  “I bet you'd like to slide that big cock right in this pussy too.”

  “You're fucking right I would.”

  With her other hand, she massaged the tip of my cock and smiled when I groaned.

  “You like that?”

  “More than anything.”

  She stroked me harder until I could feel my
balls contract, ready to blow.

  “You're so close, aren't you?”

  “So close.”

  “I bet you'd like to come inside me.”

  Leaning over me, she positioned herself just over the tip of my cock. I could feel the heat from her, could anticipate just how good it would feel to be inside her.

  I tried to lift my hips to meet her, but she pushed me back down.

  “Wait.”

  “You're killing me.”

  Bending down and pressing her breasts against my chest, she kissed me hard, groaning as she reached a hand between her breasts to massage her clit.

  “I need you so much,” she whispered against my mouth.

  Only now, did she allow me to touch her, taking my hands in hers and guiding them to her body. Her skin was hot and soft, her muscles solid.

  “You feel so good,” I said, running my hands up over her stomach.

  I took her breasts in my palms and pinched her nipples between my fingers. She let out a slight whimper as it stung.

  “Do it harder,” she ordered.

  I pinched them again, this time making her scream then giggle.

  “You make me so wet,” she purred.

  She took my cock and pressed it lightly to her pussy lips.

  “I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” she said.

  Her eyes bore into mine as she lowered herself down onto me.

  “Oh, God. You're so big,” she moaned, struggling to take in my size.

  Then she was easing me into herself, rocking backward and forward on me in an increasingly steady rhythm. She lifted my hands to her breasts and ground down ever harder, moving faster and faster as her moans turned to screams.

  “Aaah! You feel so good,” she breathed, throwing her head back.

  She rocked even faster, the headboard of the bed banging wildly against the wall like the beat of a quickening drum.

  “Harder!” she screamed and slid my hands down to her hips.

  I grabbed onto her as hard as I could and drove myself up inside her as deep as I could go.

  “Oh, fuck,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

  “More!”

  I fucked her harder, feeling myself tip over the edge and lose control.

  I could feel my mind detach from my body, could feel the entire world vanish until there was nothing but the throbbing, divine heat around my cock, and the feel of her in my hands. Our moans melted together, our limbs beginning to shake as we both reached climax.

  “I'm coming!” she screamed and dug her nails into my chest.

  I thrust inside her as deep as I could one last time and my balls pulled themselves tight. An explosion of red-hot euphoria burst out of me as I yelled at the top of my lungs.

  She shook violently on top of me, her thighs gripping hold of my sides as her nails bit hard into my skin.

  “Oh, God!” she screamed.

  I could feel her pussy contract around my cock, could feel the torrent of liquid heat and pleasure gush out of her. Then she was collapsing onto my chest, breathing hard with her nails still stuck in my sides.

  I moved my arms to hold her, expecting them to feel the heat of her skin. But all I felt was nothing, and when I looked down, I saw there was nobody on top of me.

  With a shock, I woke up and sat bolt upright in my bed. The cabin was cold, the fire burning out hours ago. There was no sight of Megan.

  But I was so sure she was here. I could feel her, smell her, hear her.

  “Jesus fucking Christ that was the most vivid dream of my life.”

  I climbed out of bed and poured myself a stiff drink.

  “I could have sworn she was here.”

  But as I looked out the window at the snow falling and listened to the wind howl, I was reminded that I was very much alone.

  Megan

  This has been the longest day of my life, I thought as I wrapped up my last session of the day with my final patient, Gus.

  He was an old, sweet guy who was struggling to recover from a hip replacement, and he was always my most friendly patient of the week. But he was also the most talkative.

  Usually, I was happy to indulge him in listening to his boring stories, but today I couldn't stop yawning and staring up at the clock. I'd had less than four hours sleep the night before and had been working overtime. I was beat, and in desperate need of a hot bath, a quick dinner, and a quiet night sleep.

  Not that I was going to have much luck with that. That morning I'd tried to chill out in the shower for ten minutes and spent the entire time listening to three of the cats clawing at the door while the other two did their business in the litter trays and my dogs chased them all at varying intervals. And my breakfast had consisted of shoveling cereal into my mouth while the little furry bastards tried to drink the milk from my bowl. I'd been finding cat hairs between my teeth ever since. I close to just going back to my place and taking my chances with Billy breaking in again.

  “So like I was saying,” Gus continued as he took forever to tie up his shoelaces. “It was nineteen-sixty-five, and everyone was full of acid except me. I was a good Jehova’s Witness back then and enjoyed spending my weekends and evenings knocking on doors to spread the Lord's word. That's how I met my Betsy of course and...”

  Oh my Gooood will you shut up?

  But I couldn't bring myself to tell him to leave, so I just smiled politely and nodded in all the right places until he was finished.

  “I can't thank you enough, Megan,” he said, slipping on his coat. “You're by far the best Physical Therapist I've ever had, and I can tell you I've had plenty. You're always so happy to listen to me. Of course, I don't have Betsy with me any more to listen to my stories.”

  My heart began to break as I imagined him stepping out of the office to make his way back home to his empty house. I had known the old man for a few years now and was aware his wife had died, but until now, I'd not thought in too much detail about how it might have impacted him.

  “Is your son driving you home?” I asked.

  “Who? William?” Gus laughed. “Good Lord no. He's on vacation in Florida right now. Doesn't have time for his old man. I'll be walking my way down to the bus stop like I do every week.”

  “Wait, I'll call you a cab. It started snowing earlier. I couldn't let you get the bus.”

  “Oh, no. You don't have to do that.”

  “I insist.”

  Taking his arm, I helped him wobble into the waiting room where Lucy was filing her nails behind the desk.

  “Call a cab will you, Lucy?”

  She ignored me and continued filing her nails.

  “Lucy!”

  She looked over as though I was interrupting her.

  “Call a cab for Mr. Roberts, please.”

  With a tremendous sigh, she reached over for the phone.

  “That one,” Gus said as he shook his head at Lucy. “Doesn't know the meaning of work.”

  She overheard him and glowered in his direction. I would most certainly not be employing anyone with her lack of work ethic or social skills in my own clinic.

  “They said it'll be five minutes,” she announced before slamming the phone down.

  I sat beside Gus as we waited, still staring at the clock and dreaming of a hot bath and a big dinner. My stomach rumbled at the thought of a pizza, preferably without any cat hairs.

  Looking out the window, I saw the sunset turning the sky an inky indigo. I wondered what Jared was doing out there tonight. All day long I had expected him to just turn up, but he never did, and I'd hovered my finger over his name on my phone a dozen times.

  I decided to make him wait. The last thing I wanted was to appear like all the other desperate girls who were trying to get his attention.

  “That's the taxi here,” Lucy said after a few minutes.

  “I'll help you out,” I said to Gus.

  “You'll do no such thing. You've done quite enough already. Please. I'll be fine.”

  “Are
you sure?”

  “Most certainly.”

  He hobbled off, clutching his cane, then stopped as he reached the door.

  “Goodnight, Megan. You're one of a kind. I'll sure be sad to see you leave.”

  I watched him walk down the path to the waiting cab where the driver helped him into the passenger seat.

  “You're leaving?” Lucy asked.

  “Yep. Only got a few weeks of my contract left here then it's off to greener pastures.”

  “Where's Greener Pastures?” she asked. “Is that in Colorado?”

  My God she's an actual idiot.

  “It's Denver,” I told her.

  “You're moving to Denver?”

  “Yep. Opening my own physical therapy practice. Well, trying to. I seem to have about ten thousand things left to do before that happens.”

  “But all the patients are really going to miss you,” she said. “You're the first person everyone always asks for an appointment with. Are you not going to miss some of them?”

  “Of course I will.”

  “Like Jared?”

  It was a loaded question, and as she turned to me and set her nail file down, I saw her eyes were twinkling.

  “Jared is just another patient,” I lied. “There's no reason I would miss him any more than any of the others.”

  “And the test determined that was a lie,” Lucy announced in her best Maury voice. “I might seem stupid but I’m not. Everyone knows you and Jared have a thing going on.”

  “Who's everyone?”

  “Everyone who saw you at Flannigan's last night when the fight broke out? Although from what I heard, it wasn't much of a fight. Apparently, Jared knocked Billy out with a single punch. That's some pretty crazy shit.”

  “Wow, gossip gets around this town fast. You can't sneeze in this place without the mayor giving a press conference on it.”

  I looked back up at the clock and saw how the day light was dwindling outside. It was far too late to be still stuck at work.

  “Right, I'm outta here,” I said. “And you should be too. This place'll be closing up soon.”

  “I'm waiting on Dr. Curtis,” she replied with a cheeky grin. “We're going out for cocktails.”