Monroe, Melody S. - Chelsea's Pleasure [Pleasure, Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 5

  Since her arrival, though, he’d failed at tamping down his attraction or at keeping her safe. He prayed he could improve on both counts.

  Chelsea flipped around and snuggled her pliant breasts against him. He immediately rolled onto his back to get his cock away from her body. Another clash of lightning struck, and she jumped.

  “Easy.” The thunder came five seconds later. “It’s still a good distance away.” He prayed none of the old wooden buildings in town caught fire again. An electric storm like this hadn’t occurred in eighteen years. The last one burned down the old movie theater and part of the town hall. She stiffened in his arms, and he hugged her tighter. “Don’t worry, Chelsea, you’ll be safe here.” He swore she sniffled.

  “I remember being in a big storm when I was six, and the lightning cracked one of our walls and almost caught the house on fire.”

  He’d forgotten about that damage. She and her family had to sleep in the church for a week while the house got fixed.

  A small shiver raced up her body, and he pulled the blanket over her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head and she looked up. A flash of heat lightning lit up the sky, spilling light across her face and those adorable pouty lips. Without warning, she leaned forward and kissed him.

  His cock immediately thickened from her warm, tentative lips, and his internal control switch shut off. He drank in her sweetness and opened his mouth, hoping she’d delve in. His thoughts tangled as their tongues danced together. He wasn’t sure how his hands ended up massaging her tits, but there they were, kneading her warm flesh.

  Her groan sent him further over the edge, and his cock urged him to make love to her. Somehow reason intruded at the last minute and he pulled back. “Chelsea, we can’t.”

  She found his face with her probing fingers. “Why not?”

  Now wasn’t the time to tell her he couldn’t break his promise to her brothers, couldn’t claim her for his own when he knew Luke loved her as much, nor could he mention her life would be better if she went back to the big city and became the star he knew she could be.

  “It’s not right.”

  She moved closer and placed her head on his chest. “Yes, it is. We’re not related.”

  Had he not been so conflicted, he might have laughed. As it was, the frantic beat of his heart should have convinced her he was lying. Instead she sent out a contended sigh.

  “I don’t think of you in that way.”

  Shit, she’d cry at that false confession, but he wasn’t sure the alternative wasn’t worse.

  Chelsea pulled away. “Yes, you do.”

  Thank God he caught her wrist before she found his raging hard-on. “Chelsea, don’t.”

  Needing to take control, he drew her to him, and in one fell swoop, stood with her in his arms.

  She wiggled. “What are you doing?”

  “Putting you back into bed. Don’t make me lock you in.” Not that he could.

  “Fine, but we aren’t finished.”

  Oh, yes we are.

  * * * *

  The next morning, the Mountain View Bar and Gill was snowed in. Luke hung the Closed sign in the window, not that anyone would be coming by to see it. The day respite worked for her. She needed a free day to clean up the kitchen from the party the night before. She had no problem if she bumped into Luke or helped him clean up the bar, but she wasn’t ready to confront Preston. Her attraction meter had been knocked off course the second she snuggled against his hard chest. Here, she thought deep down he liked her, and that he was fighting the attraction. Boy, had she misread him.

  She’d spent the rest of the night wondering what she’d done so wrong, but in the end, she wasn’t sure she had made the mistake. Preston just had issues. For now, she was going to pretend that he had no effect on her should their paths cross. That might be childish, but her fragile heart didn’t need any more stress.

  She loved them both equally, but Luke seemed more receptive. She wasn’t sure why she chose Preston to seduce first. Maybe it was because he paid less attention to her, or the fact he appeared so distraught over the attack that led her to believe he liked her.

  It didn’t matter the reason. She’d gone after Preston, and he’d turned her down. She truly did want them both equally, but if Luke shot her down, too, she’d be a real sorry soul.

  Once she decided to set her sights on the younger Caulfield, she made four of his favorite meals, the last being a chocolate cake with chocolate icing, topped with whipped cream. He’d already been in the kitchen to taste two of the delights when she’d shooed him out. Now it was close to 6:00 p.m. and it was time to turn up the heat.

  Bottles and glasses banged in the main room. She’d remained all day in the kitchen cleaning and cooking and didn’t give Luke any help in the main room, so it took him extra long to make the place spick-and-span.

  She hurried into the now-clean bar, which smelled faintly of bleach. “Hey, Luke?”

  He looked up and smiled. Her heart fluttered. “Need help with something?”

  “Just a mouth for a taste test.” While you’re at it, would you mind licking my achy pussy, too?

  He wiped his hands on the towel and dropped it on the counter. “You know there is nothing more that I like than to be the guinea pig for one of your new concoctions.”

  “I’m glad.” It meant she saw him more often.

  She went into the kitchen with Luke right behind her. She spun around. “Okay, I want you to do the taste test blindfolded.”

  He cocked a brow. “Like a double-blind study?”

  She wasn’t quite sure what that meant. “Yeah.”

  “Or in this case a single-blind study. Get it?”

  She grinned. This brother was so much easier to deal with than Preston. Luke’s demeanor was more even-keeled, and he smiled a lot. She prayed this seduction would end happier.

  She pulled a black cloth from her pocket. “Turn around.”

  “You’re the boss.”

  Like he believed that? Chelsea slid behind him and nearly groaned at his scent, a mixture of clean soap and rich whiskey. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach him. He held on to the material as she pulled the cloth tight over his eyes and then tied the knot. Clasping onto his shoulders, she turned him around. “Can you see anything?”

  “Nope.”

  She let out a breath, took his hands, and placed them on the counter. “Don’t move.” Just touching him sent her sex drive into high gear. “I need to get a few things ready.”

  Hoping he’d think she was putting the last details on some dessert, she pulled off her apron and her big flannel shirt to reveal a low cut top and a tight, short skirt. She opened and closed the refrigerator door to throw him off track. From one of the kitchen drawers, she pulled out her five-inch spiked pumps. While Luke would still be five inches taller, at least kissing him would be easier.

  She took off her cap and shook out her in-need-of-a-haircut wavy hair. Here goes. She’d prepared two types of whipped cream. One was sweeter than the other, though she knew he’d like both. “Open up for your first taste.”

  “What is it?”

  She laughed at his skepticism. “Don’t you trust me?”

  “Sure, darlin’. You know I do.”

  Oooh. She’d graduated from Seach to darlin’. She liked the sound of her new endearment. “Open.” The first was whipped cream that wasn’t as sweet. She watched as he swirled it around in his mouth then smacked his lips. God, could he look any hotter? “Well?” Her hand somehow found her breast, and she squeezed it, imagining what it would be like for his tongue to be tasting her like that.

  “I’m waiting for batch two to compare.”

  “Okay.” This time, instead of using a spoon, she stuck in her finger to scoop up a big dollop of sweeter cream. “Open once more.”

  She slid her finger in his mouth. Her stomach nearly caved from the carnal lust assaulting her when his tongue touched her flesh. He seemed to ignore the delivery system and sucked on her fi
nger, teasing her with his sensuality. Not able to stand the tension, she removed her hand. “Well?” He had to know the difference between skin and a metal spoon.

  “Definitely number two. What else do you have for me?” He grinned, apparently liking the game. Clearly, he understood what she was up to.

  She grabbed the bowl of leftover chocolate frosting, dipped her finger into the gooey food, and hovered her finger over his mouth, debating if she should go through with her plan.

  Yes.

  Quickly, she swiped it across his lips and held her breath, praying he’d play along. When he didn’t move, she leaned forward to lick it off.

  Chapter Four

  She thought Luke would buck the moment her tongue touched his skin, but he kept immobile as she wiped his lips clean.

  “Mmm, you taste good.” She prayed she’d laced her tone with the right amount of sex appeal.

  When she finished her mini dessert, he pulled her to him and returned the kiss, nice and easy. “Now it’s my turn.”

  That wasn’t in the plan. “I’m not sure about that.”

  “Darlin’, you started this game. I’d like to finish it, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you gotta tell me now.”

  She wanted him. There was no doubt about that. “So finish it.” Plans were made to be broken.

  He lifted his arms behind his head. “I’d like to see what I’m eating.”

  “No, keep the blindfold on.”

  He lowered his hands. “You are such a tease. How can I see where to put the chocolate?”

  “You’ll have to use the braille system.” God, was she really tempting him like this? This repartee was so heady, so enthralling and enticing.

  He grinned again. “I’m liking that.” He reached out and wiggled his fingers. “How about giving me some chocolate?”

  “Give me a sec while I make a few adjustments.” While she liked the top she’d picked out, being naked would be so much better. She slipped off her blouse, unlatched her bra, and placed both neatly on the counter. With two fingers, she scooped up the creamy chocolate and placed a bit on each nipple. She’d never been this wanton in her life, but with Luke it felt right.

  “You ready yet?” His voice sounded as if he’d personally blended it with cognac and chocolate and smoothed the combination on his tongue.

  She shouldn’t have spent so much time daydreaming. “Yes. I’ll guide you, if that’s okay.”

  He nodded, and she cupped his head until his mouth was an inch from her nipple. Arching her back, she lifted until the chocolate kissed his lips. His tongue darted out, and he swiped the cooling frosting from the tip, but he didn’t make contact. Damn him. Didn’t he understand what she wanted?

  “I’m guessing you’re wearing heels, but I still need you higher. Is the counter clear behind you?”

  She glanced at the clean top. “Yes.”

  He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her as easily as a glass of beer. “Now where were we?”

  His finger roamed over her arms and along her shoulders. Goose bumps shimmied up her arms trailing his touch. “That feels good.”

  Still grazing her skin ever so softly, he groaned. “Damn. I seemed to have misplaced your delicious tits.”

  She giggled. Not wanting to act too anxious, she inhaled before deciding what to say. “I guess you’ll have to find them.” Had she really said that out loud?

  As he leaned closer, she rested back on her elbows, hoping his mouth would find its way lower. When he realized she’d forgotten to wear any panties, he might understand the full extent of her desires.

  As if he’d memorized her body, he bent over, and his lips latched onto her right tit. He lapped up the rest of the frosting, sending her close to the edge. She’d longed for his touch forever, and once she got it, she knew it was worth every second of the wait.

  He gently bit the tip of her nipple and she moaned. “You like that, darlin’?”

  “Yes.” Thank God, he didn’t see her as ten anymore like Preston did.

  Impatient, she took his hand and placed it on her knee, hoping he understood her tactic welcome. Luke moved to between her thighs and abandoned her breast for her hungry mouth. His sweetness took her breath away. If only he could see how much she was willing to welcome him into her life.

  “Oh, God, Chelsea. You taste so good.” He kissed her harder, making her head spin and her pussy weep.

  “You taste good, too.”

  She sucked at small talk. All she wanted was to kiss him until the air left her lungs. Then she’d explore other sensual movements that involved intertwining their bodies. She pictured his cock inside her. She wanted him to love and accept her for who she was and not for whom they thought she used to be. No longer was she the scared little girl who cowered in the storm. Instead, she was a sexual being, albeit one without much experience.

  Like she was playing scales on a piano, she ran her fingers up and down his covered chest and kissed him with all her pent-up passion. While he explored different parts of her body, his fingers finally inched their way up her thighs. Go higher. He took his time, almost as if he were waiting for her to stop him.

  He’d be in for a long wait.

  She grabbed his face. “I want you.”

  “Spread your legs wider for me.”

  With her skirt on, she couldn’t move. “I need to remove something else.”

  “Go ahead.”

  As fast as she could she slipped the skirt down and tossed it on the freshly washed kitchen floor. She pulled him to her, his erection evident. When he didn’t respond as she expected, she pressed him tight against her bare, wet pussy. “Press harder,” she panted.

  “Patience, darlin’. How about letting me have some of that cake I love so much? You did promise me dessert, right?”

  She inwardly groaned. He wanted to eat now? Or did he want to lick the cake off her? That would definitely add to this heady experience. “I made a whole one just for you.”

  “Good. I got plans for that cake.”

  Sparks excited every body part. “I’ll have to get down.”

  He stepped aside so she could slide off the counter. Her heart pounded in her chest as warmth spread through her. Never had she experienced these wild sensations before. Her imagination grabbed hold, and she pictured putting some of the cake over his body, too.

  The cake was on the far counter. “I’m cutting a piece now.”

  “Make it big. I’m extra hungry.”

  She prayed it was for her.

  With a wedge centered on a plate, she carried it over to him and placed it in his hands. He tapped the counter and set it down. “Hop on up again.”

  Totally nude, her butt nearly froze on the counter. If it meant she could make love to her dream man, she’d lay down in the snow to have him.

  He picked up the fork on the plate, cut off a piece, and dropped it on her stomach. The cold icing added to the chill coursing through her heated flesh. Luke stepped between her legs, and after familiarizing himself with the location of her shoulders and breasts, he nibbled on her cakeless tits.

  Touch my pussy. It’s for you.

  “I know I left the rest of my dessert somewhere. Hmm. Maybe I put it lower.”

  She wanted to laugh at his glorious banter, but her throat had turned dry from anticipation. His tongue traveled over her stomach until he came to the first piece he’d placed. Without using his hands, his tongue lapped up every last piece. Chocolate smeared his cheeks and nose.

  She laughed. “You are a mess.”

  “No thanks to you, missy.”

  He dropped more cake, missing her stomach. Instead, crumbs tumbled on her pussy. He leaned over again and ate his way downward. With each flick of his tongue, Chelsea’s excitement grew. She threaded her fingers through his short hair, slightly guiding him to the desired location.

  “I can smell you, Chelsea.”

  What did that mean? “Huh?”

  “Your pussy must be so wet. Your sweet scent is
driving me crazy.”

  Oh, my God. She never thought she’d live long enough to hear those words from his mouth. “How can you tell I’m wet?” Please touch me.

  As if he could see right through the mask, his fingers found their mark, and she bucked off the counter. “Yikes.” He crooked his fingers and found her most sensitive spot. “Luke, that’s too much.”

  “Love my fingers, Chelsea. Love what I have to offer, darlin’. I want to hear your moans and make you scream my name.”

  Lost in thought with her nerve bundles exploding everywhere like the fireworks at a Fourth of July grand finale, she emptied her mind of everything but Luke. He plunged another finger into her hot opening as he licked the cake off her pussy in slow, easy sucks.

  “I can’t stand it much longer.”

  That must have encouraged him, for his fingers moved quicker, and his tongue surveyed more of her body. The pressure built to near bursting.

  “I need your cock.”

  “Eventually. We have all night.”

  “I can’t wait. It’s almost dinnertime.” And Preston might walk in on us.

  “I have all the nourishment I want right here.”

  Those were welcome words to her soul. She’d never heard anyone act like he wanted her more. Opening her legs as wide as they could go, she yearned to touch his cock. She pushed up to a seated position.

  “What are you doing, darlin’?”

  “I’m hungry, too.”

  “Ah, I see.” He grinned, stood back, and stepped away from her. In a flash, he exposed his cock.

  She rolled over on the counter, thinking she could reach the cake tin instead of having to jump down and walk around the kitchen. Being able to eat cake off Luke’s body would be total heaven.

  His hands patted the counter until he came in contact with her body. He grabbed her ass. “Now, darlin’, I see you’ve found my weakness.” He tapped her butt.

  “What’s your weakness?” Other than a desire for fine food, Luke was a strong man.