Soul Mates Page 7

  “When I inflict it?”

  “I love it.”

  He tipped up her chin and kissed her. “In that case, would you like to do it again?”

  “Yes, please,” she whispered.

  They lay kissing and touching until her passions rose and his cock lengthened against her. He urged her onto her stomach and gently spread her legs apart. Lying on top of her, he put his cock at her entrance and thrust up into her from the rear.

  “Oooh!” She pressed her cheek against the bed. “Oh, yes!”

  He withdrew and then thrust forward again. He raised his upper body, resting most of his weight on his extended arms as he fucked her. He thrust forcefully, his powerful hips sending his cock surging into her—hard and deep.

  Her clit was pushed against the bed with each of his upward strokes. In a matter of minutes, she gasped, curled her hands into fists in the sheet beside her, and exploded.

  Moments later, he lowered his upper body against hers, clutched her hips in his hands and began a quick, fierce fuck before he groaned and came. When he did, he thrust so deeply into her, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with combination of pain and bliss.

  She lay squashed under him until he kissed her neck, eased out of her, and took her into his arms. She curled her body against his and fell into a contented sleep.

  He woke her an hour or so later. They made love again, this time doggie style with her on her hands and knees and him kneeling behind her, holding her breasts in his hands. He thrust leisurely into her, apparently determined to enjoy every second of their lovemaking. Still not satisfied, they did a sixty niner and he ate her to a blistering orgasm that left her incapable of holding up her end of the deal.

  When he rolled her onto her back and thrust his still hard cock into her, she lay like a limp rag and let him rut into her until he came. Then whispering softly to each other, they fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

  * * * * *

  The next morning, Trey woke, alone, his body drenched with sweat. He lay against the pillow, trying to hold on to the remnants of a dream. The pounding of his heart and a lingering sense of fear, suggested he’d had a nightmare.

  He frowned. God, he hoped the nightmares weren’t returning. With adolescence had come a series of frightening dreams. He would often wake terrified. Yet when his parents had tried to comfort him, he had bitterly rebuffed them. For some inexplicable reason, with the beginning of the nightmares, his relationship with his parents had taken a nosedive. It had fallen to his older sister, Delta, to hold him in her arms while he sobbed himself back to sleep.

  The night terrors had become infrequent when he began dating at sixteen. They had finally ceased just after he graduated from college. Although he dreaded them, he had hoped to one day remember the dream after waking so he might understand why it left him so distressed.

  He tightened his lips. In any case the dream was over and he had more pleasant things to think about—like Carlee. He smiled, marveling at how sweet and sexy she was. He wanted her again.

  He rose, showered, and went in search of her. He found her in one of the smaller restaurants with her friend, Erinae. He strolled over to their table, resisting the urge to bend down and devour her lips when he reached her. He placed a hand on her shoulder instead. “Good morning, ladies.”

  Carlee turned her lovely face upward. Her warm smile made his heart thump. “Hi, Trey.”

  Erinae rose. “Morning. I was just leaving.”

  “Please don’t leave on my account.”

  She grinned. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not leaving on your account. I’m leaving for Lee.”

  Their gazes met and he saw an if-you-hurt-her, you’ll-have-to-deal-with-me look in her eyes.

  He nodded in silent acknowledgement.

  She smiled. “So okay, then. I’ll talk to you later, Lee.”

  “Before you go, I was wondering if you’d join me and Carlee for dinner tonight with my friend, Mick?”

  She arched a brow. “Depends. Is he cute?”

  He shrugged. “I think he’s uglier than a red brick, but women generally seem to find him attractive.”

  She grinned. “Then it’s a date.” She nodded and walked away.

  He took the seat she had vacated. “Hi.”

  Carlee’s smile widened. “It’s after ten. I was beginning to think you planned to spend the entire morning sleeping.”

  He shrugged. “You nearly wore me out.”

  He watched the hint of red rush into her warm brown skin with tender amusement.

  “I nearly wore you out? I’m lucky I can walk today.”

  He frowned, covering her hand with his. “Oh, honey. Did I hurt you?”

  “You already asked me that and I told you, yes. But I liked it. So why don’t you go gobble down your breakfast?”

  He grinned. “You have something in mind afterwards that I’ll need my strength for?”

  She tugged at her hand. “Yes, but not what you’re thinking. So wipe that gleam from your eyes.”

  He released her hand and rose. “Let me get some food inside me, then I’ll be better able to deal with you.”

  “Dream on, big fella.”

  He laughed, hesitated, then bent and pressed a kiss against her mouth.

  She responded, stroking her fingers through his hair, stirring his passions. “You still here?”

  “I’m not going to be able to give you up when this vacation is over.”

  She shook her head. “That’s the deal or I leave now. Trey. I’m not getting hurt again. Accept this on my terms or we can’t go any further.”

  Okay. So now wasn’t the time to push the issue. He nodded curtly, pasting a smile on his face. “Okay, Carlee. Have it your way.” For now.

  She clutched his hand and stared up at him. “It’s not like that, Trey. I just have to do what I need to for myself. Please understand.”

  She was determined to make him pay for sins he hadn’t committed. Pointing that out wouldn’t advance his case. “Oh, honey, I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “Trey! Please. Please.”

  He sighed and nodded. “Okay.”

  Lifting his hand to her lips, she pressed several kisses in his palm before looking up at him again. “We have now, Trey. Let that be enough.”

  Ten lousy days with her would never be enough. “Okay. Living for the moment. So what say we go back to bed?”

  She dropped his hand. “Forget it. I want to go walking.”

  “Okay. We’ll find a quiet spot and catch a quickie on the trail.”

  “I don’t make out on walks.”

  “Trust me. You’re going to make out on a walk today.” He leaned down and pressed an insistent kiss against her mouth.

  Her lips parted under his and she returned his kiss with an eager hunger that made his cock stir. He nipped her bottom lip and straightened. “I’m going to fortify myself with food so I’ll have enough strength to give you a tender fuck on the trail.” He winked at her and walked away.

  They didn’t make love during their walk. He felt certain he could have “sweet” talked her into a quickie, but since he knew she didn’t want to make love in public, he resisted the urge. He was out to win her confidence and trust. Trying to talk her into something she would later regret would be a mistake.

  They took a different route on their return to the lodge. They encountered a woman walking a large white-gray dog. He looked ferocious, but Carlee took one look at him and smiled. “He’s beautiful. Can I pet him?”

  The woman nodded. “Sure. He’s very friendly.”

  Carlee patted the large head and the dog looked up at her, wagging his tail.

  After they moved along the trail, she turned to look him, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, Trey, he reminds me of Danny, except Danny’s eyes are blue and his coat is white.”

  He stared at down at her. She was so beautiful and sexy. Just looking at her made him want to protect and cherish her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and ki
ssed her nose. “And who the hell is Danny?”

  “My dog. He’s a white German Shepherd.”

  “With blue eyes?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you call him Danny?”

  “Yes. Short for Danton.”

  A faint remembrance of a huge animal danced along his memory. “Danton? But he was a…” he trailed off.

  “What? What were you going to say Trey?”

  She sounded eager. He swallowed slowly and shook his head. “I don’t know.”

  “Yes you do,” she challenged. “What were you going to say?”

  “That he was a horse.” He shrugged. “But I don’t ride and I don’t know any horses on a first name basis,” he joked.

  “You used to. Danton was your horse. He was a huge white stallion. When we weren’t walking, we use to ride double on him.” She stroked his cheek. “Don’t you remember the night we both snuck out and rode him along the plantation in the moonlight? And when I turned to say something to you, do you remember what you did?”

  I kissed you. The words jumped in his head. He shivered. He had not lived before. Somehow, she was projecting her wishes onto him for a nonexistent shared past.

  He shook his head.

  “You kissed me,” she said softly. “It was our first kiss and that’s when I knew I would love you forever, Trey.”

  “Are you telling me you’re in love with me now, Carlee?”

  She shrugged. “I used to be. I was so obsessed with finding you again, I let this absolutely wonderful man slip through my fingers.”

  She got a far away look in her eyes. A twinge of jealousy for this unknown man he suspected she still cared for shot through him. “Is this wonderful man still in your life?”

  “No.”

  “Do you regret that?”

  “He loved me, Trey. We dated exclusively for two years and he never pushed me for vaginal sex.”

  Meaning they’d had other kinds of sex. The thought of her lips on another man’s cock or another man’s cock going up her ass, infuriated him. He released her and strolled away.

  After a moment, she followed him and grabbed his arm. “Don’t you walk away from me, Trey!”

  He took a deep breath before turning to face her. “I have zero interest in discussing your former lovers.”

  “Former lovers?”

  He raked a hand through his hair. “Okay. I didn’t mean that.”

  “Didn’t you?”

  “I don’t want to talk about other men.”

  “You’ve had other women.”

  “Yes and I won’t bore you with the details of how absolutely wonderful they were or the ones I let get away.”

  She slipped her arms around his waist. “I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I were comparing the two of you. And I shouldn’t have mentioned him. I’m sorry.” She leaned up and pressed a warm kiss against his lips. “Trey, I just want to enjoy our short time together.”

  He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to hers. “Oh, honey, you have no idea how much I want our time together to last forever.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “But we were clearly never meant to be together as a couple. God has granted us ten days. Let’s enjoy them and not worry about what happens when they’re over.”

  Something in her voice made his stomach churn. “You’re going to go looking for him, aren’t you? This wonderful guy you let slip away.”

  “I’m going to go on with my life, but while I’m here with you, I intend to take full advantage of the time we have now.”

  “What can he offer you that I can’t, Carlee?”

  “Love,” she said simply. “He loved me, Trey. Are you going to tell me you’re in love with me as well?”

  “Even if I said it, would you believe me?”

  “No.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  “You don’t remember our previous relationship, Trey.”

  At the rate he was going, he was starting to think he did. “So?”

  “So I don’t believe in love at first sight. I think real love is a product of knowing a person and loving them in spite of their faults. That takes a little bit of time. What you feel for me is—”

  He shook his head. “No, Carlee, do not tell me what I feel. Because you don’t believe in love at first sight, it can’t happen? Does the entire world revolve around you and your beliefs?”

  “I only meant we’re both a product of our environments. I don’t believe in it. If you do, fine.”

  “How the hell did you get so cynical, Carlee?”

  “Being hurt will do it every time,” she said coolly. “If you’ve never been hurt—”

  “I haven’t, but I have a feeling I’ll soon have up close and personal knowledge of how it feels to be hurt in love.”

  “I would never willingly hurt you.” She stroked her fingers down his cheek. “Never, Trey.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his cheek against hair. She turned her head until their lips met. They shared a brief, gentle kiss before resuming their walk.

  Back at the lodge, they separated to shower and change before joining Mick and Erinae for dinner. During the meal, he noted how easily Mick and Erinae fell into mutual teasing. When he and Carlee left to go to his room, Mick and Erinae continued dancing, slow and close together.

  Carlee looked at them before staring up at him. “I hope he doesn’t hurt her.”

  “He’s not that kind of guy.”

  “She’s been hurt before.”

  “So has he.” He tightened his arm around her shoulder. “Now if I were you, I’d spend less time worrying about them and more time thinking about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

  That night after they’d made love and she fell asleep, he lay awake. He was one day closer to losing her, unless he found a way to keep her in his life.

  It took a long time for him to fall asleep. When he did, the nightmare returned. He bolted up in bed, sweat pouring off his body, his heart thumping wildly. “No! Father, please, no!”

  “Trey! Trey, what is it? What’s wrong?”

  The light on the room went on and he turned to find Carlee sitting up in bed, staring at him with a concerned look in her eyes. When he didn’t respond, she put her arms around him. “It’s all right,” she whispered, drawing him down onto the bed.

  She pushed him onto his back and lay her warm, naked body on top of his. “It’s all right,” she said again and he realized he was trembling and his eyes were filled with tears. She kissed his lips gently, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “It’s all right, Trey. It was just a bad dream, but it’s over now.” She kissed him again. “You’re safe with me, Trey.”

  He clenched his hands into fists and closed his eyes, trying to remember the details of the dream that had terrorized him and left him in tears. As usual, details of the nightmare eluded him with the return to consciousness. “Oh, shit!”

  “It’s all right,” she murmured, reaching between their bodies to fondle his cock. “It was just a bad dream, but it’s over now and you’re here with me, Trey.”

  That’s where he needed to stay—with her.

  She rubbed his hardening cock along the length of her pussy. He shuddered and rotated his hips against hers. “Oh, honey. Make love to me.”

  She lifted her hips, pointed his cock at her pussy, and moaning softly, she pushed forward until several inches of his shaft slid into her warm, tight, body. He sucked in a breath but held himself rigid and unmoving inside her. He would allow her to control how fast and how much of his cock entered her luscious pussy.

  With half his length encased in her tight heat, she paused, breathing quickly. She looked down at him. “Oh, Trey! I want it all inside me.”

  “Then take it,” he said brusquely. “Take it all. Now, honey, please.”

  She eased the rest of him inside her until he felt her coarse pubic hair against his. Every inch of his cock was now where it belonged—securely inside her, where he had
longed to keep it for an eternity.

  An eternity? He frowned. He didn’t have time to ponder that errant thought because she sensuously slid her pussy up and down his entire length. She would pull her hips upward until only the tip of his cock pulsed inside her, only to slam her body down and engulf his shaft within the hot, moist depths of the best pussy he’d never had.

  His passions mounted quickly, as did hers. Her slow, teasing movements gave way to short, rough ones. She found his mouth and, moaning against his lips, she ground herself against him, driving him closer to his explosion.

  Groaning and straining, he cupped his hands over her big ass. Taking control of the fuck, he thrust his dick roughly and wildly up into her pussy, claiming it as his own.

  Her breasts crushed against his chest, she gripped his hips, moaning and almost sobbing against his lips as her pussy convulsed. He thrust hard into her and held himself pressed tight against her as he felt her coming all over his cock. He clenched his hands on her ass and exploded, pumping his seed deep into her body.

  “Oh, Trey,” she whispered. “Hold me.”

  He rolled them over so she lay on her back and he lay on top of her, her body still impaled on his cock. He sighed, feeling as if he really had waited an eternity for this incredible pleasure with this beautiful, sexy woman.

  How the hell was he supposed to give her up in less than ten days? He kissed her lips. Why the hell should he let her go?

  Chapter Six

  As the days passed, Carlee found Trey’s sexual appetite almost overwhelming. They spent most days making love. Nearly every night, Trey’s distressed shouts roused her from a sated sleep. Sometimes, she would hold him in her arms, kiss his hair, and whisper softly to him until he fell back asleep. At other times, she would arouse him and then make love to him, allowing their shared passion to chase away his nightmares and sorrows.

  All too soon, she woke one morning to the sickening realization that in two days she and Trey would be going their separate ways. That morning, she was the one needing comfort. As she lay on her back with tears streaming down her cheeks, Trey lay on top of her, kissing her gently and tenderly fucking her.

  Afterwards, they lay on their sides, holding each other.