STORY EXCERPT

As she drove up the driveway, she spotted trouble. Garrik Murphy was standing at the back door. He was enough to make her breath catch just by looking at him. His blond hair reached his shirt collar and his blue-green eyes reminded her of the advertisements she’d seen of the waterfront at Cancun. The widower was by no means a little man. At six foot three, he looked stocky in his build, but she doubted that there was an ounce of fat on him anywhere. Not that she would mind finding out for herself! She was getting out of the truck when Garrik met her there.

“Quinn said that he saw you loading boxes into your truck,” he announced immediately, not even bothering to say hello, hi, or go to hell.

“Yeah, I imagine that he would,” she answered smartly, ready to salute at any given moment. The man was like a drill sergeant at all times, all business and no play.

“Why are you loading boxes into the truck? And please, answer this one better than the last, or I’ll spank your ass.”

“I’m moving into Britt’s house,” she answered with a shrug. Hell, that should make his day. He won’t have me hanging around, constantly making a nuisance of myself.

“Bullshit. Get your ass back into that house right now. I’ll have a couple of men go get your things and bring them back.” He didn’t even bother to raise his voice, though normally, he wouldn’t need to. The men here would always jump to attention, but not her. When would he learn?

“Sorry, big man, you have absolutely no say in this matter. If you don’t like it”—she eyed him dangerously—“it’s too damned bad.” She left him there to fume. Whatever the hell was wrong with him, she didn’t know. She wasn’t even sure that she wanted to know what his problem was. She walked into the house to get the remainder of her belongings.

* * * *

Garrik steamed as he watched his nemesis walk away. Damn her! She couldn’t do this to him. He had a hard enough time resisting her as it was. If she was at an isolated house where he could visit her without her cousin finding out, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Take that back, he told himself. I know exactly what I’d do, and how many times, and in which positions. He’d had enough time to fantasize about it over the years.

He longed to feel her thick, black hair as it lay on his pillow or against his flesh. He wanted to strip those snug jeans she wore off and wrap her thighs around his head. He wanted to see her lips wrapped around his cock as she stared up at him with her beautiful topaz eyes. He needed to feel her pussy as it clenched tight around his hard cock. Fuck, he thought as he adjusted his cock beneath his jeans. That’s all he needed for someone around here to see—him walking around with a woody.

Again, he thought of her eyes. Often, it was as if her eyes could see into his soul. Other times, her eyes could almost melt the ice that surrounded his heart. He didn’t want the ice to melt because didn’t want the chance of getting his heart hurt again. The last time had been bad enough, and with age came wisdom. What he’d thought was love as a young man, wouldn’t be anything compared to what he felt he could feel for Kym.

He wanted to explain the situation to her, but how could he give her that power over him? Hey, Raven, you can’t go live by yourself because there’s no fucking way I can keep my hands off of you. If you don’t have your family around you, I’ll be on you so much you won’t be able to walk straight again. Frankly, he didn’t see that helping him much either.

Oh hell, he’d talk with the boss. Alek would understand. The honeymoon couldn’t last that long, could it?

* * * *

“Well, that’s it. I’ll see you later.” Kym waved and hid a smile at the sexy man’s sour expression.

“Don’t get too comfortable there, Raven. In fact, you might not want to move too much of your stuff out of you boxes,” Garrik stated as he opened her truck door for her.

“And why would that be? I am an adult, Rik. Alek and Britt need to enjoy themselves, and I don’t need to be around to witness it. I mean, how in the hell are they supposed to have sex in every room of the house if I’m there all the damn time?”

“Every room in the house?”

“Hell, it sounds good to me!” She gave him a wicked grin. “In fact, I’ve got a house I need to break in. Want to help me?”

“Raven, you’re hopeless.” He leaned into the vehicle so that his head was pressed against hers. She could feel his hot breath on her lips and smell his minty mouthwash. “What in the hell would you do if I showed up?” Fingers brushed lightly against her cheeks. “Would you cower like a little girl, or show me the woman you’ve become?”

Oh, she’d love to show him the woman that she was. Her nipples were straining beneath her blouse as she longed to feel him tracing over them. “Guess you’re not man enough to come over and let me show you, huh?” She watched his jaw clench, saw the different emotions that crossed his face, and worried that maybe she’d crossed the imaginary line that he’d always kept between them.

“Oh, I’m man enough. I’m just not dumb enough to show you.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Put my cock in your mouth,” he demanded, and she felt her panties dampen with his orders.

“Like this?” She licked the head of his cock and took it into her mouth. She swabbed the tip as she sucked, enjoying the way he tasted as she tried to please him.

“Take more, Raven.” She stopped to look at him as his hand curled around her scalp. “Please take more of me, Kym.”

She was fairly certain that she wouldn’t be able to take his whole cock down her throat, but she tried the best she could. With each downward motion, she took a little more of him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around his hard-on with each up and down motion that she made.

“Damn, Raven. You suck my dick so fucking good, baby.” She felt his fingers tightening in her hair as she picked up the speed of her motions. “You were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

Instead of answering him, she curled her fingers around his testicles. His scrotum was hard and drawn up, but she gently fingered the orbs. As his fingers tightened in her hair, she moaned, causing her tongue to vibrate against his cock.

“Pull off of me, Raven, or I’m gonna flood your mouth with me,” he warned as he tried to carefully pull her off of his cock, but she refused to let him. Using more suction, she pushed down until she could feel him at the back of her throat. His cock swelled, tightened, and flexed against her before she heard him groan. Thick jets of cum blasted into her mouth.

When he started breathing again, she slowly pulled her mouth away from him. Damn, she thought, his cock was still hard! “Does it ever go down?

“When you’re around? Hell, no.” His big hand grasped his large cock, stroking himself as he watched her. “Strip. Now.” His voice was low and intense, but rather sexy as well.

She knew she should be perturbed that he thought he had the right to boss her around, but hell, she wasn’t going to do anything that might keep him from touching her. To be quite honest, she liked it when he gave her orders—well, the sexual ones anyway.

She slowly inched her blouse up and off before tossing it behind her. Sliding her hands to her waistband, she undid the fastenings and let the zipper down before wiggling out of them. She ended up in a tangle as she’d forgotten to take of her shoes, but was able to quickly make adjustments. Slipping her socks off with her jeans, she stood before him in a lacy black bra and matching thong before he hesitated.

“Take it all off for me, Raven.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try a little harder. I need to taste you, too.”

Seconds later, her undies were tossed across the room as she quickly followed directions. She stood before him nervously. She trusted him, but what if he didn’t like what he saw?

“Raven, you’re beautiful. Come here, baby.” He crooked a finger and motioned her toward him. His free hand cupped her pussy, and one long finger delved between her lips. “God, baby, you’re drenched.” He twirled his finger around her clit. “Sit back on the ottoman and spread those thighs for me.”

“I’m not so sure about this, Garrik.”

“You should know by now that I would never hurt you, Kym. All I ask is for you to trust me.” As she sat back on the furniture, he settled down in front of her. “You don’t know how long I’ve thought of doing this.”

She couldn’t breathe. Her body shook as she waited for him to touch her. “Doing what?”

She lost her train of thought as she watched his mouth descend. He ran his tongue lightly through her pussy, collecting her juices and sucking at her inner lips before he circled her clit. Much to her frustration, he wouldn’t touch it, but slid back down until his tongue breached her entrance. He wiggled his tongue, thrusting in and out of her, before sliding back up and repeating the process.

Her fingers clenched on the soft material of the ottoman. “Kym?” She distantly heard him talking to her, but couldn’t respond. A sharp tap of his big hand against her pussy had her hips arching up. “Kym?” he repeated.

She licked her parched lips. “What?” she whispered as she focused her attention on him for just a minute.

“Hold your legs for me. Keep them spread so I can play with my pussy.”

He had to help her. Fuck, she was so turned on, she was ready to melt. As he bent her legs, she wrapped her hands around the back of her knees.

She watched as his head lowered, felt his fingers pushing back the hood of her clit, then whimpered as he flicked the hard nub with the tip of his tongue. “You taste so damn good, Raven. You’ve kept me starving for far too long. It’s finally time to get what I need.”

“I need…” She wasn’t exactly sure what she needed, but she knew it involved him.

“I know what you need.”