In Blood and Worth Loving Page 15

  “You saved his life.”

  “I shouldn’t have had to save it! Who the fuck are you to think you have a right to threaten someone who never did anything to you just so you can keep having your drive-by fucks whenever you want them? Doug is a better man than you ever were or ever will be!” She slapped him again and ran towards her bedroom.

  He followed her, catching her hand, and turning her to face him.

  He projected an air of menace that momentarily sent a chill through her. But when he spoke in a low, tortured voice, her fear vanished and her resolve to never forgive him weakened.

  “Brandi…I need you. Please…”

  She stared at him, her eyes filling with tears. “I hurt him…like you hurt me.”

  “You didn’t mean it anymore than I meant to hurt you.”

  “I’ll bet he’s no less hurt because of that than I am, Adrian.”

  He put his arms around her and held her. “Please…please tell me you can forgive me and still want something real with me. Tell me.”

  “I want your promise that you won’t hurt him, Adrian.”

  “If he stays away—”

  She jerked away from him. “No! Damn it! I want your promise you won’t hurt him, Adrian. I want that promise without restrictions or conditions. If you can’t make that one promise to me and keep it, I want you out of my life for good!”

  “You have it.”

  “And you’ll keep it?”

  He nodded. “Yes. Do you…love him?”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I don’t have to love him to realize he’s a good, kind, and decent man who doesn’t deserve to be killed because he was foolish enough to fall for me. I was an even bigger fool for falling for you.”

  He cupped her face between his palms. “I know I hurt you, but it was never intentional. Forgive me…I’m sorry…I couldn’t and can’t control myself with you…please forgive me for ever hurting you…forgive me.” He slid his palms down her body and touched his lips to hers.

  The expected kiss didn’t come. She realized that he was waiting for permission to continue. He was impossible, but he had his moments. Just when she thought he was hopeless, he gave her a reason to want to forgive him.

  She leaned into him, parting her lips.

  He kissed her with a feverish desperation that quickly ignited her passions.

  Feeling his cock swelling and hardening against her, she moaned softly, linking her arms around his neck. Would she ever be strong enough to resist her desire and need for him? Would knowing how much he wanted her ever fail to thrill her?

  “Adrian…” she whispered his name against his mouth, surrendering to her love and desire for him.

  He swept her up into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. Hot, sweet minutes later, she lay naked on her back with her knees bent and her legs parted. Adrian lay between her thighs eating her with a slow, delicious hunger that sent chills of delight all through her.

  While he ate her, he stroked his palms over her outer thighs.

  She moaned and linked her legs over his shoulders.

  He slapped the sides of her ass.

  “Oh…Adrian…Adrian…” She pushed her hips off the bed, grinding her pussy against his face.

  He responded by thrusting his fingers into her and pushing his tongue against her clit.

  She trembled. “More…please…Adrian…”

  He rapidly finger fucked her before he sucked her clit hard.

  She gasped and shuddered as he drove her to a wonderful climax.

  He lapped at her flooding pussy for several moments before he turned his head and pressed small, biting kisses against her thighs.

  She fell back against the bed, taking slow, deep breaths. “Adrian…oh, Adrian…”

  He kissed her pussy. “I need you.”

  She opened her eyes at the sound of his deep, brusque voice.

  His incisors were bared and his beautiful blue eyes glowed.

  She smiled. “I’m yours, Adrian.”

  “Only mine?”

  She nodded. “I’ve been yours since the moment we met. I’ll always be yours.”

  The relief she saw in his blue gaze gave her the first real hope she’d had since falling for him. She knew then that no matter how volatile his temper, Conner had been right. He might not love her or have feelings for her that rivaled hers for him, but he was not indifferent to her.

  She held out a hand to him. “Come take what’s yours, Adrian…what will always be yours.”

  He rose to his knees. He took her hand and kissed her fingers before he looked down into her eyes. “Are you sure? If we go past this point, there won’t be any going back. I won’t ever allow another man to touch you. You’ll be mine.”

  “I’m very sure I wouldn’t have it any other way, Adrian,” she whispered. “You’re my fantasy.”

  He pressed his lips against her fingers. “I need to be more than a fantasy for you, Brandi. I need to be your reality.”

  “You’re my everything.”

  She watched a slow, purely male smile spread across his handsome face before she spoke again. “Are you going to do anything about that? Or are you just going to kneel between my legs all night grinning at me?”

  He slapped the sides of her ass cheeks.

  “Ouch! That hurts!”

  “My cock’s going to hurt more,” he threatened.

  She circled her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I don't believe you. Convince me.”

  He slapped her ass again and turned her onto her belly.

  She parted her legs, eager to feel his hard sugar dick pushing into her again.

  He stretched his big body out on top of hers.

  Feeling his cock against her ass, she reached back and positioned it between her legs. “Your pussy is wet and ready for you. Take it,” she invited.

  Instead of immediately accepting her invitation, he rubbed the head of his shaft against her pussy. He leaned over her, raining moist, biting kisses against her shoulders and neck.

  She must be turning into a bona fide freak because just the feel of his teeth on her neck so close to the small puncture marks heightened her desire. “Take your pussy, Adrian…please.”

  He licked her neck. “It sounds like someone wants to be ravished.”

  She reached back to clutch at his thigh. “Stop flattering yourself and fuck me!”

  He laughed and eased his hips forward, keeping most of his weight on his arms.

  “I want to feel your body and all your weight. Lie on top of me, Adrian.”

  He rested his weight on her.

  She closed her eyes, moaning softly as he slid slowly into her. “Oh…God…yes…yes, Adrian. Take me and make me yours.”

  “Mine alone. Forever.” He whispered the words before he sank his incisors into the side of her neck. As he ingested her blood, he linked his fingers through hers and fucked her with long, slow, wonderfully deep thrusts that made her toes curl and her back arch.

  She moaned and shuddered with each painful thrust. Feeling the powerful orgasm building in the pit of her belly, she knew that no matter what he’d done or who he’d been with, she would forgive him. She had to because her need for him felt as frantic as his for her.

  She didn’t know if he was in blood with her, but she knew she loved him. If she weren’t already pregnant with his baby, she wanted to be. She wanted to feel his child growing inside her and to share the bond of parenthood with him.

  “Oh…oh, God!” she gasped, her release rushing over her. “I…I love you…I love you, Adrian!”

  He dragged his incisors from her neck to press his lips against her mouth.

  Overwhelmed by the sweet heat of coming, the words he whispered against her lips were lost to her. She emerged from the fog of her climax just as he groaned, shuddered, and shot his seed deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her with his lips pressed against her neck.

  She bore his weight for as long as she could be
fore she wiggled her ass against his groin. “You feel as if you weigh a ton.”

  He nipped her ear. “Human women are so damned fickle. First you want me to lie on you. Then you’re complaining I’m too heavy.”

  “Get your ass off me, Adrian.”

  He kissed her neck, eased his cock out of her, and rolled onto his back.

  She turned onto her side, pressing her body against his. “Are you complaining? The honeymoon over already?”

  “Who? Me?” He shook his head. “I'm partial to fickle human women who can't make up their damned mind.”

  “You’re a quick study.” She smiled, trailing her fingers down his chest to cup a hand over his cock.

  He removed her hand from his cock and surprised her by getting to his feet.

  She stared at him, shaking her head. If he dared to leave her again...“What are you doing?”

  He leaned over to take her hands. “Getting ready to shower.”

  “And leave?”

  He nodded.

  Chapter Sixteen

  She sucked in a breath. “Adrian!”

  “I see you’re not quite ready to trust me.” He lifted her hands to his mouth. “It’s your birthday. We have reservations at the new restaurant down at the pier,” he told her. “We have a private room.”

  “We…do?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, Adrian!” She got off the bed and tossed her arms around his neck.

  He bent his head and pressed a quick kiss against her lips.

  She leaned against him, rubbing herself against his groin.

  He slapped her ass hard. “Stop that!” He pulled away from her and turned her towards the bathroom. “Go shower. Then I will.”

  She turned and linked her arms around his neck. “We could shower together.”

  He unlinked her arms and stepped away from her. “No we can’t.” He arched a brow. “You want your ass slapped again?”

  She smiled, licking her parted lips. “As a matter of fact I do.”

  He laughed but spun her around so she faced the bathroom.

  She glanced over her shoulder at him. “You’re tired of me already,” she teased.

  He leaned close to cup his hands over her breasts while he kissed her neck. “I’ll never be tired of you. Now take your large, lovely brown ass in the bathroom to shower before I’m tempted to fuck it.”

  “You won’t get your cock anywhere near my ass a moment before hell freezes over,” she told him and sashayed into the bathroom.

  Ninety minutes later, she came to an abrupt stop in the doorway of the private room Adrian had reserved. The maitre d’ paused by a large table in the center of the room. Crystal goblets and sparking silverware sat on a beautiful lace tablecloth.

  Conner, another male with short dark hair, and a woman sat at the table. The strange male looked enough like Adrian and Conner for her to conclude he must be Jay. The woman was full-figured with caramel colored skin and long, thick dark hair which fell well past her bare shoulders. The woman turned in her seat, a warm smile on her beautiful face.

  “Rayna!” Brandi turned to look up at Adrian. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “She wanted to surprise you.” He took her hand in his and led her to the table.

  All three rose. She and Rayna embraced. Conner hugged her and kissed her cheek. When he released her the other male stepped forward with his hand extended. “I’m Jay and I’m delighted to meet you, Brandi.”

  Jay Redwolfe was as tall as his brothers with the same blue eyes and Conner’s easy smile.

  Adrian seated her before sitting beside her. He didn’t touch her during the meal but each time she glanced at him, she found him staring at her. He didn’t touch his food.

  “Aren’t you eating?” she asked.

  He nodded.

  “You haven’t touched your food.”

  He leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I’m having pussy for dinner later.”

  Brandi leaned away from him, her cheeks burning. She took a quick look at the others seated around the table and she knew they’d all heard him.

  Rayna laughed and reached across to touch her hand. “There’s no need to be ashamed with us, Brandi. You’re going to find that we have very few inhibitions when it comes to discussing sex.”

  “Now you tell me.”

  Rayna and the three brothers laughed. After a moment, Brandi relaxed enough to smile.

  When the dinner plates were cleared away, waiters brought a bottle of expensive mineral water and an exquisite three-layer chocolate cake with the words Happy Birthday, Brandi on the top.

  Her surprise turned into delight when Adrian and his brothers serenaded her with two verses of Happy Birthday. Then she cut the cake while Conner poured the champagne.

  Although none of the brothers had eaten more than a few bites of their food, they all ate the cake.

  Rayna leaned across the table to wink at Brandi. “They have a chocolate sweet tooth, which is one of the reasons I knew you’d be perfect for Uncle Adrian.”

  Brandi smiled and turned to look at Adrian.

  He arched a brow and lifted his glass to her. “Happy birthday, honey.”

  She clutched his hand and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.” She looked around the table. “Thank you all for making this a special night for me.”

  “Do you want to go dancing?” Adrian asked as they sat over coffee later.

  She blinked at him. “Dancing? Do you dance? Can you dance?”

  “Of course I can dance.”

  She glanced at Rayna.

  Rayna grinned at her. “Hey, I made sure they all had soul. You can’t have soul if you can’t dance.”

  Brandi turned back to Adrian, intrigued. “What kind of dancing?”

  “Whatever kind you like.”

  “Yeah? Well, you have to show me sometimes. Right now, I’m a little tired. I haven’t been sleeping too well lately.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that, but I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep tonight if I were you.”

  She flushed and stepped on his foot under the table.

  “Ouch!” He said. When she looked at him, he licked his lips.

  She grimaced. “When I get you alone, your ass is mine,” she warned.

  “Yeah? Then let’s get the hell out of here now.” He glanced at Conner.

  “I’ll get the check and we can settle up later, Adrian.”

  He rose and put a hand under Brandi’s arm. “Come home with me.”

  “With you?”

  He nodded. “I want to show you where I live.”

  “I’d love to see where you live.”

  An hour later, she stood naked in his huge bedroom staring at the sketches he’d made of her. Adrian stood behind her, equally naked, with his erect cock pressed against her ass, his hands cupped over her breasts. Despite herself, her gaze was continually drawn to the black leather sex swing in the middle of the room.

  “What do you think of them?” he asked.

  She leaned back against him. “Is that how you see me?”

  “It’s how I’d like to see you—very pregnant with my baby.”

  “I meant…you make me look pretty.”

  He rolled her nipples between his fingers. “You are beautiful.”

  She turned in his arms to smile up at him while she reached down to close her fingers around his cock. “So is your sugar dick.”

  “You’ll be even more beautiful when you’re pregnant, honey.” He peeled her fingers away from his cock and lifted her into his arms. “Would you like to try it?”

  “Would I like to try what?”

  He stopped in front of the swing. “This.”

  The thought of sitting in it while he fucked her held appeal until she wondered how many other women he’d fucked in it. “I doubt if it would bear my weight.”

  He bent his head to nibble at her neck. “Why wouldn’t it? I had it made with you in mind.”

  “You did?”

  He n
odded. “Yes, Brandi, I did.”