Erik (Arizona Vengeance 2)
Every nerve in my body vibrates, poised to receive whatever pleasure she’ll give me. Every long stroke seems to bind us. I can’t remember anything in my life ever having such a profound impact on me, and it’s terrifying to some degree.
Reaching down, I hook Blue’s leg in my arm and raise it higher, allowing me to drill down deeper yet. I watch as her eyes glaze over again and her brow furrows. She digs her teeth down into her lip—the one thing I remember with clarity—and the knowledge that maybe we were supposed to wait for this moment strikes at me like a lightning bolt.
Without warning, Blue’s back arches off the bed, causing her hips to punch up and suck my cock in deeper. She squeezes her eyes shut and cries out an unexpectedly fast orgasm. Her pussy clamps tight and ripples. I pump faster, racing to join her. My balls start to contract and I know this is going to be epic.
“Look at me, Blue,” I order her as she continues to shake underneath me.
Her eyes pop open and she focuses on me. I thrust once more, plant myself to the hilt, and start to come. Fragments of light burst in my mind and yet I see past all of it to Blue. She smiles at me while I unload into her the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I lower her leg and sink some of my weight down onto her. I feel amazing and dead at the same time. Turning my head, I nuzzle the side of her temple while I get my breathing under control. “You okay?” I ask her.
“Mmmm,” is all she says and my lips curl into a knowing smile.
“I’m really sorry I missed your game tonight,” she murmurs and my head pops up in surprise. Of all the things I thought might be said between us after what just happened, that wasn’t it.
“Don’t,” I rush to assure her. “I’ve got plenty of games for you to go to. Billy was and always will be more important.”
“Not always,” she corrects me, and that surprises me as well. “But most of the time, sure. I know it’s a lot to ask of you.”
“Blue…I get it. And it’s not a problem.”
She brings a hand to my face, traces my bottom lip with her thumb. Her gaze follows the path for a moment before focusing attention back on me. “Thank you for saying that. That means a lot.”
And I’m glad I can give that to her.Chapter 15BlueErik’s house is unbelievable. I’d left him in bed a good half hour ago and set out to explore. I easily found the kitchen with its gorgeous farmhouse cream cupboards, black granite counter tops and copper accents. Erik is a coffee drinker so I expected a coffee pot. Instead, I found a fancy coffee/espresso maker that I couldn’t figure out so I left it behind.
I wandered through the living room, marveling at the sumptuous feel of his leather couches, unlike any leather I’d ever felt before. He has a billiard room with dark-paneled walls and thick forest-green carpet that my toes sink into. The theater room is amazing and through immense curiosity, I find out the seats recline. There’s even an old-fashioned popcorn maker in there.
I can tell the den on the other side of the billiard room is where Erik spends his time. He’s got a pair of his shoes on the floor by a recliner and there’s a monstrous TV, larger than any I’ve ever seen. Several sporting magazines cover the coffee table and there’s even a pile of mail there that had been opened and sorted, but then looks like it was promptly forgotten about.
From the den I step out onto the back patio and gaze out over the lushest, greenest grass I’d ever seen in my life. Well, probably not but living here in the brown of the desert, it stands out in contrast. Just off the patio is a rectangular pool surrounded by expensive-looking stone pavers, and the entire backyard has a stucco and brick privacy fence at least six feet tall.
I walk to the edge of the pool and dip my toe in. Satisfied with its temperature, I plop down on the edge and stick my feet in the water, swishing them back and forth as I take in the lush landscaping that makes this area seem like a tropical paradise.
“Feel free to jump in,” Erik says from the patio behind me and I almost fall in, it scares me so bad. He laughs as he walks over to join me, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I stare speechless at him as he sits next to me, those powerful legs coming to rest right beside mine. His bare chest is hard to turn away from. His muscles are powerful yet he’s sleek at the same time.