Miami, Mistletoe & Murder (Red Stone Security #4) (11 page)

He shook his head, his eyebrows drawing together. “No.”

“Neither do I. Your word is all I need.” The knowledge was freeing. Travis would never lie to her.

He stood then, unzipping his jeans. As he shoved them and his boxers over his lean hips, she swallowed hard. She’d kissed and licked his cock more than once over the past couple days so she’d gotten used to the piercing. He’d told her that his piercing was called an
apadravya and from what she’d looked up online it was supposedly the most painful type of piercing to get in that region. Well, painful to heal, but it was also more pleasurable for him and his partner in the long term. Vertical, it pierced right through the head of his penis from top to bottom. There was a little ball at the top and one at the bottom, connected by a straight barbell. And the little balls would stroke right against her inner walls—hopefully the top one would hit her G-spot in the process. A shiver rolled through her at the thought.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight.” Travis’s voice had her looking up to meet his intense gaze.

He’d misread her scrutiny. She wasn’t fearful, just impossibly turned on and dying to see if what she’d read about was true. If that metal ball on top actually stroked her G-spot… hell yeah. Pushing up so that she was fully sitting, she took his hand and led it to her mound. His fingers cupped her, one of them sliding into her wet sheath. He shuddered and she instantly tightened around him.

Travis’s entire body jerked as he tested Noel’s wetness. His muscles tensed and he had to restrain himself from pouncing like an animal. He’d never been so turned on his life. The feel of her coming against his mouth and fingers wasn’t enough. The past couple days had been amazing, but he needed to feel that tightness around his cock, needed to watch her expression as she climaxed. Some primal part of him wanted to claim her in a way that shocked the hell out of him.

Watching him intently as he slowly fingered her, Noel leaned back against the bed. She slid her hands up her waist then ribs until she cupped both breasts. The teasing, seductive glint in her eyes made his cock jerk. As she held her full breasts, his breath caught in his throat. The look in her eyes was pure need and desire. And when she rubbed her thumbs over her hardening brown nipples, he erased the short distance between them, covering her mouth with his.

A man could only take so much. He tried to order himself to show some restraint and take things slow, but it was hard in the face of Noel naked and touching herself. Especially after she’d just come against his tongue.

He covered her mouth with his and threaded his fingers into her dark hair. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, turning him on more even though he hadn’t thought that possible.

She pulled away for a moment and playfully nipped his jaw. “I want to feel you come inside me,” she whispered, white hot lust in her eyes.

Okay,
now
he was turned on more than he’d thought possible. But their first time together, he had to make sure she was turned on enough. His piercing was supposed to increase her pleasure, but he still wanted to be careful with her body.

“You make me crazy,” he murmured before taking one of her nipples between his teeth. He tugged gently and she moaned his name.

Hearing that on her lips was almost too much for his restraint. While he circled her nipple with his tongue, he cupped her other breast with his hand and began gently rubbing his thumb over the tight center.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and she started grinding her slick sex against his erection in an erotic rhythm. “You’re killing my good intentions,” he murmured against her breast before lightly blowing on the moist area he’d just licked.

“What intentions?” she asked.

He looked up, meeting that pale gaze glittering with need. “To give you more foreplay.”

“I’ve already come once—I want to feel you inside me
now
.” Her voice was soft yet demanding.

Letting out a long shudder, his gaze narrowed on the soft thatch of trimmed dark hair covering her mound. Slowly, he trailed a finger down her wet slit. Her thighs fell open wider, giving him more access.

At her words, he pushed a finger inside her. Her inner walls tightened around him, slick and wet and more than ready for him. With his thumb, he began massaging her clit, just barely stimulating her.

“You are such a tease,” she groaned.

“No more teasing.” Withdrawing his finger, he fisted his cock and was stunned when his hand shook. He was so fucking amazed that she was letting him inside her with no barriers, the way things should be between them. He’d opened up to her more than he ever had to anyone.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, watching him hungrily. As he settled between her thighs, she closed her legs around him, digging her feet into his ass and urging him on.

“I love you,” he said quietly as he watched her, the heat and electricity between them sparking. Even though he’d already told her once, the words still felt foreign on his lips—but he liked the way they sounded.

And he really loved the way her eyes lit up. “Me too.”

The truth was clear on her face and in her voice. Even if she hadn’t told him, he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t have let him inside her without a condom if she didn’t love him. Pushing into her in one long, slow thrust, he kept his gaze on hers.

Her lips parted and she arched her back as he settled inside her
,
balls
-
deep. She was so damn tight he was almost afraid to move and embarrass himself. His entire body was primed.

“You feel so…good,” she rasped out.

“The piercing?” That was all he could manage as he pulled back then slid into her again. For him, the extra stimulation in his cock was almost indescribable. Like all his nerve endings were being stimulated at once
,
and with her sheath so damn tight around him…all his muscles tensed as he let out a slow breath.

She swallowed convulsively, her cheeks flushed and her inner walls tightened around him. “A…mazing.”

At least he wasn’t the only one struggling to get words out. He could only moan as he slowly pulled out of her. She clenched around him, trying to pull him back in, her breathing shallow and uneven.

Knowing how close he was, he reached between their bodies and tweaked her clit between his thumb and forefinger. As he did, her inner walls convulsed, rippling around.

Increasing his speed, he began moving in and out of her tight sheath in unsteady strokes as he rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves in a small circular motion. Each time he thrust into her fully, she let out a strangled sound of pleasure that had his balls pulling up tight.

He knew the moment right before she let go. Her inner walls clenched impossibly tight and she pressed her heels into his ass so hard he lost control. As his own orgasm tore through him, she came with a strangled shout.

“Oh, fuck…Noel.” H
e buried his face against her neck as he came with her. His climax seemed to go on forever as he emptied himself inside her. She wrung every last drop from him until he all but collapsed on top of her.

Using his forearms to prop himself up, he stared down at her. There was an expression of bliss on her exotic face. A seductive smile played on her lips as her eyes opened. “That piercing is amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re never taking it out. Ever. And next time, I get to be on top. I want to see if it feels any different.” Her inner walls clenched around his half-hard cock as she spoke, desire puncturing each word.

“I kind of feel like a sex toy.” Not that he was complaining. She could play with him all she wanted.

Her smile was almost mischievous. “It’s my Christmas gift from you.”

Grinning, he lowered his weight onto her and settled his face into the curve of her neck to breathe her in. Christmas was supposedly the time of miracles and he’d definitely found his own miracle. And he wasn’t ever letting her go.

Epilogue

Noel snapped the top
closed
on the fourth plastic traveling container and breathed out a sigh of relief. She’d made cupcakes, two pies, lemon squares, and a double fudge chocolate cake. Her brothers and father could all cook, but they always talked her into baking the desserts for any holiday. Thankfully Travis had been more than willing to help her in the kitchen this year—and had gotten quite creative with some of the frosting.

She felt him more than heard him as he came up behind her. Noel turned her back against the counter to find Travis standing there with mistletoe in his hand.

He held it above their heads and kissed her softly. “Merry Christmas.”

Grinning against his soft lips, she had to stop herself from jumping him, stripping naked, and going back to bed. After a long kiss she sighed and pulled back. “There’s still time to back out if you want.”

“On Christmas?” he asked wryly.

“We could spend all day in bed. Naked. I’m sure we could make good use of all these desserts.” Oh yeah, that sounded like pure heaven.

Shaking his head, he nudged her out of the way and stacked the four plastic containers, picking them up with ease. “Nope. We’ve got to stop by the hospital first and I don’t want to be late getting to your dad’s house.”

“I can’t believe you,” she muttered.

He just shook his head. “You’re just mad because they sided with me last night.”

It was partially true. She’d expected her brothers to give Travis a little grief at their annual Christmas Eve gathering. After all, she was their only sister. But once they’d learned how he’d shot someone to save her friend and then knocked out that lunatic at her store
,
they’d been thrilled to welcome him to the family—but they’d been pissed at her for not telling them about
the shooting and subsequent attack
. And Travis had agreed with them. The traitor. She hadn’t told them because they had a tendency to get overprotective and crazed.

With a smug grin, he kissed the tip of her nose and disappeared out the door whistling a holiday song.

Noel snagged her purse from the kitchen table and fingered the beautiful diamond necklace Travis had given her. He’d woke her up this morning by clasping it around her neck. Considering how much time they’d been spending together, she was impressed he’d had the time to even buy it for her. The gift had taken her completely by surprise and the way he’d said, “This won’t be the last diamond you get from me,” had made her toes curl. There had been a wealth of promise in those words.

And there was
one
promise in particular she was more than ready to give. She’d happily spend the rest of their lives together showing him just how much she loved him.

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Miami, Mistletoe & Murder is the fourth story in my Red Stone Security series. If you liked this one and would like to read more, turn the page for a sneak peek of No One to Trust and Danger Next Door.

No One to Trust

Red Stone Security Series, Book 1

Copyright © 2012 Katie Reus

Secrets are what keep a family strong. United.
Elizabeth Martinez could still hear her father’s words echoing in the recesses of her memories. Over a decade had passed and not a day went by that she didn’t wish she could rewrite history. Some secrets had a way of eating a person alive. From the inside out, one giant bite at a time. Gnawing until she couldn’t stand it. If her father hadn’t forced them all to keep the family’s dirty little secret, maybe she’d be at home enjoying a nice glass of wine and a bubble bath. She wouldn’t be picking up her brother from a drug dealer’s house on a chilly Tuesday evening.

Lizzy put her BMW into park and slid from the vehicle. This particular mansion in Keystone Island was the last place in the world she wanted to be. Unfortunately her brother had called begging for help. Again.

Everyone else in the family had turned their back on Benny but she simply couldn’t say no when he needed her. Not when he’d always been there for her.

While she wasn’t sure what Benny was doing at the recently deceased Alberto Salas’s home, she knew it couldn’t be good. Salas had been infamous for running drugs up and down the entire East Coast. She’d heard his son, Orlando, had taken over his operation. She’d briefly interacted with Orlando at a few charity functions around Miami and he’d always been perfectly polite, but the man gave her the creeps. There were some things an Armani suit simply couldn’t hide.