A Little Harmless Surprise
A Harmless Short
by
Melissa Schroeder
Published by Melissa Schroeder – Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Melissa Schroeder
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Dedication
To you crazy Harmless Lovers. Your dedication to this series is more than an author could ever hope for. I hope you enjoy this look at May and Evan after marriage as I did writing it.
Acknowledgements
Thanks to Brandy Walker and Christie Von Ditter for taking the time to proof the book for me. Also, again, a thanks to my family. Sure, I joke about stabbing you with forks when you irritate me. I don’t really mean it, most of the time. Ha. Your love and support makes my work so much easier. Thank you.
Chapter One
May Aiona-Chambers smiled as she turned down the street to her house. The late afternoon Hawaiian sun was starting to fade and a light trade wind cooled off the heat of the day. It had been a month since Evan and she had married and she couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, Chris said if she didn’t stop, she was going to drive him crazy. Turning into the driveway, she chuckled. She couldn’t help it. Every day was an adventure being married to Evan. She would have never known Evan was such a romantic before she had become involved with him. But then, so many things had changed since then.
And today, was even better. Evan said he had a surprise for her.
It was their month anniversary, but she wasn’t sure men paid that much attention to the things like that. Granted, the newness of their relationship still hadn’t worn off, but men just didn’t notice little anniversaries. She parked her car in the driveway, gathered up her things and slipped out of the car. As she made her way to the front door, she took note of the small changes she had made in the last few months. She had moved in with Evan long before the wedding because it had seemed completely idiotic not to. She was sleeping over there every night.
Evan had hired someone for landscaping, but she had added touches of color here and there. She loved that it looked overgrown and uniformed at the same time.
As she unlocked the door and stepped into the foyer, she noted the changes she had made there too. All of Evan's things were very masculine, with cool neutral colors. She had added bright colors and family things like pictures now littered the tables throughout the house. Since Evan had no immediate family until he married her, he never really had pictures. But, she had found shots of him with his close friends Chris and Micah and now they sat amongst her family pictures.
As she closed the door, she wondered if Evan was even home. He said he would be, and his truck had been in the carport, but the house was silent, too silent. She headed for the kitchen to drop off her purse and found Evan sitting at the table by himself. There was a brightly wrapped box there, but she couldn't tell what was in it.
"Hey, babe" she said, walking over to give him a kiss. It had been a long trip to their happily ever after and every day she was still amazed he was hers. Light brown hair, greenish blue eyes, and a long thoroughly delicious body that was all hers to explore. And she had. A lot.
"Hey," he said, his lips curving into a small smile. "How was your day?"
She shrugged trying to calm her racing heart. Anticipation skated over her nerve endings. One of the things that made Evan such a great Dom was that he knew just how to draw out the suspense.
She brushed her mouth over his and shivered. She couldn't help it. The scent of him, that unique male scent that was all Evan, always got to her. She would recognize him anywhere just by the smell of him. It was so primal that she got a delicious thrill just thinking about it at off times at work. Like she had today, which had made her useless at work.
"Fine, except I couldn't keep my mind on anything. Chris kept complaining that I wasn't any good to him today."
He smiled. "I take it that he's just about done getting things ready for Jocelyn's arrival?"
She nodded. "I’ve been patient. Now tell me, what’s my present?"
He chuckled as he rose. "I have something you asked for but I’m pretty sure you thought I wouldn't give it to you."
She tried to think of something she wanted, something that she asked for, but her brain was completely blank. She went through their conversations trying to remember, then, it hit her.
A ménage.
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“Hell, you know I can’t say no to you.” He chucked her under the chin. “Know that this is the only time you get this. I’m just hoping that I can actually go through with it.”
“Who is it?” she asked.
“I think this is where I’m supposed to come in,” a deep male voice said from the doorway into the hallway.
She turned and found Rome Carino, an officer in the Honolulu Police Department. He’d been in charge of the stalking case that had really brought Evan and her together. He was tall, well over 6’ 3”, and the times she had seen him at Rough ’n Ready, the BDSM club Evan owned with Micah Ross, he had shown a bit more skin than now. He was Italian, swarthy in complexion with light hazel eyes and the darkest hair she had ever seen on a Haole.
Evan stepped closer, the heat of him warming her back. His hands settled on her shoulders as he leaned down to brush his mouth over her earlobe.
“What do you say, Maylea?” Evan asked.
She looked at the totally delicious man in front of her, and then turned to face Evan. He would order Rome away if she asked but she didn’t want to. She wanted this gift, to share it with Evan.
“Yes.”
Chapter Two
Evan’s blood heated at the little word, then his heart kicked into high gear. He had been opposed to this idea from the beginning. May had shown interest, talked of it once or twice, but she had never really pushed it. He knew it intrigued her because so many of her acquaintances at the club, including her best friend Cynthia, had participated in them. Evan had known if there was one man he could trust besides Micah or Chris, both of whom were happily involved with their own lovers, it would be Rome.
He knew from the beginning Rome wouldn’t say no. Rome had a little crush on May, but understood this was a one-time thing. And, his last sub had moved back to the mainland. While Evan had never really settled down with a sub until May, Rome was the kind of guy who liked a little bit of stability. Evan had known Rome was at loose ends and approached him.
He looked down at May’s earnest expression and leaned closer to kiss her. She slipped her hands up to cup his face and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to allow him further access.
“I guess we should head back to the bedroom,” he murmured against her mouth. Already his body was hardening in expectation of the pleasure to come.
Rome turned and led the way back to the bedroom. Evan thought he would be fighting a tidal wave of jealousy, but he wasn’t. The idea that he was going to be able to watch her, to see her pleasure, to enjoy the idea that he brought her a fantasy she’d dreamed about for years, well, that blew the rest of his worries away.
He grabbed the special present he had on the table so he could have it in the room afterwards. He stepped through the door to the bedroom and smiled as May sighed. He knew what she liked, knew that a room filled with candles would be something that she loved. His woman was definitely a romantic at heart and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to fulfill her need for it.
Rome was already undoing is tie and placing it on the dresser as May turned to face Evan. She raised her gaze to meet his and even in the dim light of flickering candles he could see the heat, the need, the absolute love he had come to expect from her. He knew she was waiting for his order.
"Strip."
She did, but she took her time. He was glad that she had left her hair down, but she used it, swishing it first one way then the other trying to reach the zipper of her dress. Slowly, she tugged it down, all the while a small smile playing over her lips. By the time she had the zipper undone, he was ready to spank that ass of hers red. But, he was going to make sure this took a really long time. They had all night, and he was going to make sure that this one time she got her fill of the fantasy she'd dreamed of.
She let the dress fall to the floor and he felt the air back up in his lungs. He would never get used to her or the fact that she gave her body willingly to his possession. He thanked God every day the woman was too stubborn to give up on him.
She was braless. The only thing she wore was a tiny bright pink scrap of lace that barely covered her pussy. He knew the panties, especially since he bought them for her on their honeymoon. He knew it was a thong and knew the view Rome now had.
"Holy Lord," Rome uttered. He raised his gaze to Evan's. "I'd never let her out of the house if she was mine."
Evan chuckled. "Yeah, well, my little sub has other ideas."
She opened her mouth to respond, but he stopped her with a shake of his head. "I didn't give you permission, love. You do not respond unless Rome or I give you permission."
Her jaw tightened telling him that once again she didn't like that. The complexity of his wife never ceased to amaze him. She needed this, needed to surrender, but that damned Hawaiian pride had her fighting him to the end.
God, he loved her.
He approached her watching the way her gaze followed his movements. He would never take for granted the connection they had. He’d trained a lot of subs, but the sub’s behavior had never directly affected him this way.
“I am giving you this fantasy,” he said, sliding his fingers along her jaw marveling in the softness of her skin. “But, you can always call a stop to it. You can always use your safe word.”
She said nothing and he had to fight the smile. May was a good sub, but she really hated being quiet. It wasn’t in her nature to be silent, and he knew she fought a never ending battle to obey him.
“Do you understand?”
She nodded.
He glanced over her head at Rome who was watching the byplay with undisguised curiosity. Evan knew that many people in club took an active interest in their relationship. Their sexual relationship had started at the club in front of them, so it was understandable. They didn’t play at Rough n Ready so he knew that made the speculation worse.
“May’s word is Aloha.”
Rome acknowledged Evan’s comment with a quirk of his lips. Then, Evan stepped back and gave Rome a small nod. Rome understood without being told and stepped up, sliding his hands around May’s waist. Evan waited for the possessiveness to take hold. It was the one thing he had worried about when planning this night. May had always been up for it, but he’d been uncomfortable. He knew he could trust her, but Evan wasn’t so sure he could trust himself. He worried that at some point he would wrap his fingers around the neck of the other man and kill him.
Still, seeing Rome’s hands move over May’s flesh did more to Evan than he expected. A twinge of jealousy tickled the back of his throat, but in that moment, he was mesmerized by his wife. She leaned back, resting her head on Rome’s shoulder and moaned. The sheer pleasure of that sound rocked him to his soul. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he smiled. If one thing came out of the night, May was definitely going to enjoy herself.
Chapter Three
Pleasure and need wound through May as Rome's hand moved over her stomach. He was a lot like Evan in build and like her husband, had calluses on his fingers. The roughened skin added another level of thrill to his touch. She opened her eyes and saw Evan watching them. The fact that he had done this for her still had her heart bursting with love. Evan was such a possessive man, so she knew this was tough. Even if he hadn't gone through with the plan, the idea that he thought about it made her so happy.
Rome moved his hands up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. The little nip sent a sharp zing of hunger rolling through her blood. She closed her eyes as Rome continued to tease her nipples. She felt his mouth move over her neck. His teeth scraped out over her skin and she caught her breath. The feel of this, of the idea that Evan was watching her, was more erotic than she expected. She had fantasized about this for so long she had been worried it wouldn't live up to her expectations. At least for the moment it was.
Evan had pulled off his shirt and was now working on his pants. As usual, he didn't wear any underwear. Mr. Chambers hated the feel of them against his skin, or so he said. May had always thought it was because he liked the idea of being almost naked.
His erection curved up against his belly, hard, long, and thick. The pearly essence of pre-come damped the head of it. She licked her lips thinking of how much she enjoyed taking him in her mouth. Evan huffed out a laugh.
"You have to be careful with May because she can be very bad. She is the one who is supposed to be pushed to her limits as a sub, but she likes to push her Dom. Doncha, baby."
His southern accent had deepened over the words, drawing out the vowels. The sound of it shivered over her nerve endings and sunk into her soul. She loved to hear him like this, arousal threading his every word. Of course, she also liked to hear it thick with sleep when he woke her in the mornings.
To prove her husband's point about her behavior, she pressed her ass against Rome. His cock twitched against her, sending another shaft of heat barreling through her. Rome made a small sound in the back of his throat.
"Yeah, I can see what you mean," Rome said, but the last of it came out as a groan when she shifted her hips from side to side.
"Bad May,” Evan said, amusement filling his voice.
"That is definitely a name that fits her well," Rome said, his breath feathering out over her neck. “What are we going to do about it?"
Evan smiled. "Ah, a man who thinks like me. Of course, she deserves to be punished."
Rome said nothing but immediately stepped away. Evan went to the box where he kept their toys and pulled out the crop. He smacked it on his hand. The sound of it hitting his palm made her shiver.
"This is a particular favorite of May's," he said. "And of course, mine. Get on the bed, May. On your stomach, that fine ass in the air."
She couldn't move for a second. She was mesmerized by the way Evan threaded the crop through his long fingers. After so much time together, she should be used to the sight. Evan did like to spank, and she loved it. He had the most beautiful hands and when she looked at them, all she could think of was the way they felt on her skin.
"Rome," Evan said.
Rome smacked her ass barehanded. The sting of it caught her attention and spread over her flesh. She sent him a frown and he smiled. He rarely smiled, not one that reached his eyes. And definitely not one that made him look this deliciously wicked. It was still amazing some sub hadn't snapped him up.
"Go, now, or you will really regret it," Evan said.
She gave him a frown too even as arousal and anticipation danced through her blood. She loved this, the games they played. Some people wouldn't but she knew that drawing out the pleasure was more exciting—at least for her and Evan.
She did as Evan ordered, but slowly. His chuckle told her that he knew what she was doing. May lay on her stomach.
"On your hands and knees," Evan ordered.
She complied. Evan was standing at the foot of the bed, as she felt Rome's hands move over her ass. The skin still smarted where he had spanked her and his touch added another level of pleasure. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the way his palms skimmed over her, and moaned when his fingers dug into her skin.
"Take those panties off, will you Rome?"
She opened her eyes as Rome slipped his hands to the tiny strings of fabric at her hips. He was pulling them down, when she glanced in Evan direction. He had a butt plug in his hand. She wanted to groan, but she held it in. She knew what was coming.
Evan was already covering the plug with lubricant as he approached. The thrill of anticipation zinged through her as he smiled at her. Rome moved out of the way and Evan stepped behind her.
“She’s crazy about anal.” Arousal easy to hear in his voice. “Woman can’t get enough of it.”
She wanted to deny it, but both she and Evan knew it was true. It was one of the reasons she had been so intrigued about a ménage.
May took a deep breath as Evan eased the plug into her puckered hole. Once he had it in all the way, he skimmed his fingers over her sensitive flesh. The touch was so light she didn’t expect the smack he landed on her ass. She sucked in a deep breath as the sharp sting of his palm radiated out over her flesh. He smacked her again, a little harder.
Instinctively, she tightened her muscles around the plug and now she did groan. Her pussy throbbed, needy for the pleasure she knew they would give her. They had barely started and she could feel need clawing at her soul, begging to be satisfied. She bit her lower lip, trying to control herself.
Evan leaned closer to her face and she felt the brush of his mouth against her temple.
“Ready?” he asked.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out but a moan escaped as Rome cupped her breast. He brushed her nipple pulling gasp from her.
“May?” Evan asked.
“Yes,” she said and even she recognized the craving in her voice.
“Well, then, let’s really get started driving you crazy.”
Chapter Four
Hunger crawled through Evan’s system. He had to fight back the need to just call an end to the games and take May right then and there. He didn’t really give a damn at that moment what Rome thought or even that he was there. Fuck, he didn’t care if they were on display for the crowd at Rough ’n Ready. He just wanted her now.
After all this time, it still amazed him that with each passing day, his need for May grew. He didn’t think there would ever be a woman he needed this much, but right now, at this moment, he would give anything in the world to insure they would be together forever.
He pulled back in his emotions and got down to the task at hand. Driving his wife insane.
Evan handed the crop over to Rome. “Spank her red.”
His friend’s mouth quirked up as he accepted the crop. Rome slipped off the bed and stood behind May. If Evan had been worried that Rome would hesitate in their games, it vanished the moment he saw him pull back his arm and smack May on the ass. The sound of the leather hitting her flesh filled the air. It was a new experience seeing another man discipline May. And as before, he wasn’t jealous. Maybe it had more to do with the woman he was in love with than his trust in Rome.
Evan crawled up on the bed as Rome continued to spank her with slow, hard strokes. As soon as Evan was in front of her, he slipped his fingers through her hair, enjoying the way the silky strands slid against his skin. He wound the hair around his hand and gently pulled her head up. With his free hand, he positioned his cock in front of her mouth.
“Take me in, May.”
She licked her lips and complied readily. With the first thrust into her mouth, he almost lost it. The liquid heat surrounded him, her tongue dancing over his flesh. He hadn’t told her to do that, but dammit, it felt good. It would be hard to reprimand her for that. He barely noticed that Rome had stopped his spanking and was moving to between her thighs. Her moan told him the moment Rome touched his mouth to her pussy. He could feel the vibrations move over his cock and it took every ounce of his control not to come.
May’s moans were growing. Evan pulled away then bent down until he was eye level with her. Her lips were swollen and wet. He gave her a quick kiss.
“Don’t come unless I tell you,” he ordered.
She opened her eyes. They were hazy with her arousal, and he knew she was close as he was. He gave her another kiss, the moved off the bed.
“My turn, Rome. I want to a taste of that pussy.”
Rome gave her one last lick then pulled away and got up on the bed. Evan flipped her over and she laughed when she hit the bed. He looked at her then, her hair spread out over the blue comforter, the way her eyes sparkled up at him. His heart squeezed at the sight.
I did this. I made her this happy.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, pulled her until her legs were dangling off the bed. He placed a hand on each thigh and pushed her legs further apart. It was easy to see her need. He had shaved her the night before, a duty he had taken over months ago. Her pussy glistened with her juices, her clit was hard and wanting. Without another word, he pressed his mouth against her mound. She was hot and wet and he could just imagine the way her muscles would clamp down tight on his cock as he thrust in and out of her. He did that with his tongue, teasing her clit. She shivered and moaned, but from the muffled sound he could tell that Rome had taken her mouth.
Evan slipped two fingers into her and took her clit between his teeth. He could tell she was close, and on an ordinary night, he might push her, see just how far she could go. But his control was slipping bit by bit. He pulled away and her groan of frustration had both men chuckling. Evan went to the bedside table and retrieved a couple of condoms. He tossed one to Rome then opened his own package and slipped the condom on.
He returned to the bed, anticipation skating over his nerves as he pulled her on top of him. From her surprised look, he knew she had expected him to take her from behind. He gave her a slow, long kiss.
“I want to see you when you come,” he whispered against her mouth.
She closed her eyes and shivered. When she opened them, he could see unshed tears before she blinked them away. She pulled herself up, straddling him, then took him inside of her. Slowly, she sunk down on him. By the time he was in her completely, he could feel perspiration dotting his forehead. From May’s smile, he could tell she knew she was driving him crazy. He wrapped his fingers around her forearms and tugged her closer.
“Bad May.”
“That’s my name,” she said with a cheeky grin. She tightened her muscles around him and he groaned.
Rome had climbed up behind May gave her a hard slap on the ass. She turned to say something to him, but Evan stopped her.
“No. He’s right. You spoke without permission.”
Her frown told him she didn’t like it, but he saw the way her eyes danced. Rome eased closer then pulled out the butt plug. He coated a finger with lube. Evan watched May’s face as Rome sunk his fingers into her. She closed her eyes and shivered again. Her muscles spasmed around his cock. Soon, Rome shifted closer, his cock in his hand, waiting for Evan’s go ahead.
“May, honey, this is going to be a little different.”
She opened eyes and nodded. Evan slipped his hands down her body, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his roughened palms. When he reached her ass, he pulled her cheeks apart to make it easier for Rome. The moment his friend moved past the first tight ring of muscle, May gasped and she closed her eyes again.
When Rome was finally all the way into her, they started moving. She groaned when they first moved out then thrust back in. He watched her face fill with wonder at the feel of being filled with two cocks. He thrust up into her, enjoying the way her muscles tightened over his cock, pulling him in. May leaned down almost blindly, and took his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Lust and love entwined his heart.
“Come for me, do it.”
She didn’t even hesitate. The words apparently sent her over the edge. She screamed his name as she convulsed between the two of them. Her muscles tightened on him, and he was sure on Rome. His friend smacked her ass as his movements started to increase in speed. Rome thrust into her one more time, groaning as he took his pleasure.
Evan, though, wasn’t done. It took two more thrusts before he came, pulling May into another headlong rush of ecstasy as they reached orgasm together.
Chapter Five
An unfamiliar ringtone brought May out of deep sleep. She moved to grab her phone when she encountered another, larger hand already scooping up the phone. She knew it wasn’t Evan because he was snuggled in behind her, his body heat keeping her warm. She blinked her eyes then opened them all the way as Rome’s deep voice talked in hush tones. He was already dressed, or at least halfway there. He wore the same dress pants but he held his shirt with his free hand.
It was easy to see why so many subs gravitated to Rome. He was one of those deep waters kind of guys. He exuded quiet confidence and domination in every move. Even half-awake, she could see that.
“Where?” he asked. She could hear the concern in his voice. He listened quietly as the other person responded. “Okay. Be there in twenty minutes or less.”
He turned off his phone and sent her an apologetic look. “Sorry.”
“No problem, Romeo.” She smiled at his dark look. Rome didn’t like anyone using his given name. “I understand with your job.”
He pulled on his shirt and buttoned it with quick movements. “I have to go.”
She could hear the regret in his voice and she felt it too. She wasn’t planning on any kind of permanent ménage and she knew for a fact, Evan would never do this again. But she had hoped to have another round before he left.
“You seem to be working a lot of late hours now that you moved to homicide.”
He shrugged. “I worked homicide in Seattle. It was much worse there.”
She could imagine it was. Honolulu was a big, little city. There was crime, but not anything compared to the mainland.
Evan’s arm snaked out, encircling her waist and pulling her tighter against him. “You get a call?”
“Yeah. Dead girl, Makaloa Street.”
“That’s not far from the club,” Evan said.
“I know. I’ll let you know if there’s any connection. More often it is just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Probably has nothing to do with your business.”
Evan was already moving out of the bed. He grabbed a set of shorts, pulled them on, but Rome was already shaking his head.
“I can show myself out,” he said, then looked down at her. He hesitated, then leaned closer to brush his lips over her forehead. “Thanks.”
And, as usual, he walked quietly away. When they heard the front door shut, May sighed.
Evan pulled her back onto the mattress then covered her with his body. “That wasn’t a sigh of regret I heard, was it?”
She laughed. “No. He just seems so lonely.”
Evan rolled his eyes. “The man can have just about any sub in Rough ’n Ready, and does most of the time.”
“There’s more to it than sex and you know it,” she said playfully slapping at his shoulder. “Rome is the one person who can be in a room full of people and look, well, so singular.”
Evan nodded as he settled fully against her. “Yeah, I have a feeling he does that on purpose.”
“Of course he does. What he needs is someone in his life.”
Evan groaned and rolled off her. “No. You are not going to start fixing people up. And especially not Rome. He could make our lives hell if you piss him off.”
She snuggled up against him, seeking his warmth and comfort. “You know he would never do anything to us, or the club for that matter. He just seems like he needs a good woman. It did wonders for you.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I have to agree with that. I have something else for you.”
“Another pressie? Oh, is it that new guy from the mainland, the one with the curly blond hair and all those hard…muscles?” she asked.
He rose and smacked her ass. “Behave.”
Instead of pulling off his clothes and joining her back on the bed, Evan retrieved the box he’d held earlier. He hesitated for a second, then handed it to her. She admired the red hibiscus wrapping paper for a second before tearing into it. He chuckled in response.
“I guess you’re not going to be shy on Christmas.”
She laughed. “You know I love presents.” They shared a smile as she was sure he remembered opening their wedding presents when they returned from their honeymoon.
She tossed the paper behind her on the floor. When she opened the box she stilled. Nestled in the black tissue paper was a red leather collar. She looked up at Evan who was still standing by the bed looking very vulnerable. Oh, he had his big old macho Evan stance that she recognized, but there was something in his gaze that told her there was a part of him that worried about her reaction.
She pulled it out and sighed. She knew without a doubt Evan had it specially made for her. The leather was wonderfully crafted and soft to the touch. A heart charm made of what looked like Hawaiian gold dangled from the front of it. She turned it over.
Kau ā kau.
“Forever and always,” she murmured.
“Season after season,” Evan said, giving the true interpretation.
The gesture was more than she expected. They had dedicated themselves to each other months before the wedding. Then, of course, they had promised themselves in front of their family and friends. She hadn’t even thought they had another step, but apparently Evan did.
“It’s beautiful.”
His shoulders relaxed. “You do know what it means, don’t you?”
She nodded. “But…I thought you knew I was yours. Always.”
He sat next to her on the bed and took the collar from her hands. “I do. Tonight was more about me. Do you understand?”
Tears burned the backs of her eyes as she shook her head.
He sighed as he undid the clasp. She knew that even now Evan was comfortable with explaining himself. That he took the time to do it with her meant more to her than the rings on her finger. He slipped it around her neck then refastened the clasp in the back.
“I had it custom made for you by Maui Kink. I thought you knew what I was up to.”
She shook her head. “Not a clue.”
He blew a sigh of relief. “I had it sent to Micah to make sure it didn’t arrive while I was out. I know you. You would have opened it in a heartbeat.”
She frowned at him. “You make me sound like some kind of gold digger.”
He chuckled then his smile faded. “Tonight was more about my feelings for you. I could give you this, because I trust you completely. I understand that you’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
He cupped her face with both hands. “Don’t cry, Maylea.”
She shook her head. “Happy tears.”
“Women.” He shook his head, then leaned his forehead against hers. “I give this to you because from now, it is just us, committed to each other. You and me.”
She nodded and kissed him. The sweet gesture soon turned ravenous as Evan slipped his tongue against the seam of her lips. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth to him, needing him on that crazy level she always did. He was the other part of her soul she had been missing for so many years.
Evan eased her back onto the bed and covered her with his body once more. He nipped at her neck and started kissing his way down her body and she thought of little else than the pleasure he gave her for the next few hours.
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Be sure to read how May and Evan first fell in love A Little Harmless Obsession, available from Samhain Publishing in digital and coming to print this August 2nd.
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A Little Harmless Fling
(c) 2008, Melissa Schroeder
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The woman who called herself Gennifer brushed a blonde curl back over her shoulder and smiled at the bartender as he set her strawberry margarita in front of her.
“Thanks.”
“Will there be anything else?” He offered her a smile that promised more than drinks. And, at one time, she would have taken him up on it. Young, virile, he had light green eyes that stood out against his bronze skin. But…she didn’t need or want another man.
She shook her head and sipped her drink. As he worked his way down the bar, she watched him, handling locals and tourists with the ease. In Honolulu, she was sure it was something that gained him a lot of good tips. And, she thought as she took another sip, he could mix a mean margarita, heavy on the tequila, thank God.
Gennifer looked in the mirror behind the bar and studied the crowd of sunburned tourists decked out in their new Hawaiian outfits, and that’s when she saw him. Her stomach clenched, her nerves stretched. He was right on time as he always was. She couldn’t remember if he’d ever been late. The man was probably born on time with minimum fuss.
He was gorgeous of course. That was another thing that hadn’t changed. Thick blond hair, strong jaw, that linebacker body. His black Hawaiian shirt sported one embellishment—a palm tree on the top right corner. It made her grin. Butch—as she was thinking of him at the moment—would never wear something with a busy pattern. The khaki, loose-fitting pants were ruthlessly ironed, not a crease to be found.
Their gazes locked in the mirror. As serious as he was, there was always a hint of devilment within his deep chocolate eyes. His hair might be perfectly styled, his suit without a wrinkle, but there was always a wicked gleam in the depths of his gaze.
As he made his way through the bar, he never took his attention from her in the mirror. A shiver slipped down to the base of her spine. Heat vibrated through her, shimmering in her blood, racing along her skin. Gennifer had to suppress a quiver as he continued walking toward her.
He kept his attention on her, ignoring the patrons in general, even snubbing one or two women who approached him.
The shiver grew, heat slicing through her veins, her body warming the closer her got. His dominant personality should have been a turn off. It had been with other men, but with him, well…it just got her hotter. Even in the humid Hawaiian air, her nipples tightened against the cotton fabric of her red dress.
By the time he reached her side, she was breathless, although she did her best to hide it. She sipped her drink then glanced over at him. The knowing smile irritated and aroused her.
“Took ya long enough, Butch.”
Humor lightened his eyes. “You’ve always been a demanding wench.”
The bartender sidled closer. Butch shook his head without looking at the man. “I assume you got the room.”
She really should take exception to his tone. She should have been pissed when he’d sent her an email with an order to secure a room. Instead, just the thought of being ordered about by him had her hormones humming. He could melt her into a puddle of lust with just a look.
“Yes, although you didn’t specify what kind of view you wanted.”
His lips quirked, but he said nothing as he watched as she finished her drink. She didn’t hurry, even if she wanted to. Truthfully, what she yearned to do was to rush upstairs, strip him naked, and then jump his gorgeous bones. It wouldn’t be the first time for that…and definitely not the last. Tonight, though, she wanted to draw out the anticipation. She knew it drove him crazy.
She was pushing him. She was good at it, excelled at it in fact. Years of practice had made her an expert on just what would push him over the edge. And she always was one for the game. But this time, he thought, he would just push back.
Butch crowded closer, slipping in between her barstool and the next. Her bare thigh rubbed against his. He was wearing slacks, but it didn’t matter. Even without touching her skin he was hard. The mere thought that they were moments away from stealing upstairs for an illicit tryst had his body raring to go.
He closed his eyes. Good God she had him thinking like…he didn’t know what the hell he was thinking like, but it wasn’t like him. Illicit tryst? He sounded like a hero in a gothic novel, he guessed. Opening his eyes, he motioned toward the bartender and ordered a lava flow. Out of the corner of his eye he caught her satisfied smile, the curve of her lips into a shrewd smirk. It was about time to give her a little of what she was tossing out.
“So…”
She flashed him a grin that was all teeth. His cock twitched. He loved her independence, loved the fact that she was so confident in herself. It had become almost more of a turn on than the compact little body she displayed in that curve hugging dress.
“Gennifer—with a G.”
He snorted. “So, Gennifer with a G, where did you get that dress?”
She skimmed her hand down her body. He curled his fingers into the palms of his hands, resisting to the urge to touch, caress.
“Went out this morning shopping, just for this.”
The bartender set Butch’s drink down in front of him and he tossed the young man enough cash to cover both drinks. Saying nothing, he pulled a sip off the straw, still amazed he liked the fruity concoction he’d tasted his first night on the island.
When he said nothing, just continued to watch her, she squirmed on the stool. A flash of irritation passed over her face. The next second, it melted into calculation. She leaned closer. The scent of her always drove him crazy. Wildflowers, and just a hint of her—musky woman. It was an aphrodisiac.
“You should see what I bought to wear later.”
He could just imagine. Her moods changed as often as weather in the South. Black leather one day. Pink velvet the next. It didn’t matter what it was, if it was on her, it would be sexy.
Her lips brushed against his ear. It would be unmanly to shiver, but he could feel one waiting to crawl up his spine. He suppressed it knowing it would give her too much satisfaction. She wanted to play, and he was helpless to do anything but please her. Still, there was no way to ignore his erection. Her breath feathered across his lobe, his cock twitched again and lengthened.
“Are you ready yet?”
The double entendre was intended. She never tried to pretend, or play coy. She said what she meant and meant what she said.
Feigning a calmness he didn’t feel, he shrugged. “No hurry.” He sipped his drink and looked around the room, pretending that his heart wasn’t galloping out of control.
Her husky laughter dipped down into his soul, captured him, and sent another bolt of lust careening through his blood. When he set down his glass, he noticed his hand shaking and decided to call her bluff.
“Let’s go.”
He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her off the stool. She stumbled against him, her breasts flattening against his chest. Butch groaned. He just couldn’t help it. Her hardened nipples were stabbing him through his shirt. He knew just what they looked like, tasted like.
With more than a little roughness, he tugged her through the crowd. He heard her surprised giggle but he ignored it, and everything else. All that mattered was getting her alone. Butch had never been one for public sex, but he was dangerously close to seeing just what it was like.
He stepped outside of the bar area into the Hawaiian sun and squinted. Turning to lead her down the sidewalk that lined the two pools, he jerked to a stop when she tugged on his hand. Looking over his shoulder at her, he offered her a furious glare.
“Wrong way, Butch. I got us a room in the Rainbow Tower.” She tilted her head in the other direction.
Without a word, he turned on his heel and made his way around the other side of the pool area. It only took a couple minutes to drag her through the scattering of the pool patrons. Butch ignored the curious stares.
He reached the bank of elevators and stopped. “Floor?”
She said nothing and he glanced at her.
“Floor?” he repeated.
“Please.”
“Don’t beg.”
She heaved a sigh—which he knew was completely for show—and twisted her arm until he released her wrist. “No, I’m waiting for you to ask nicely.”
Lust and love twisted in his gut and drove him to back her against the wall. He placed a hand on either side of her head effectively caging her in. Instead of looking scared, she smiled up at him. There was an answering shimmer of need in her eyes, which helped him gain a little satisfaction.
“I think you forgot the rules tonight, Gennifer. You do as I say. I don’t ask.” Even he could hear the want vibrating in his voice. Her eyes widened, darkened. “So, again. What floor?”
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and with a sigh she said, “Ten.”
He gave her a quick hard kiss as a reward just as the elevator doors opened. When he stepped back, he realized they’d been joined by a few Japanese tourists who were more than likely discussing them. He ignored them and waited for Gennifer to step into the car and followed her. After punching the button for the floor, he studied the tourists who stood outside of the elevator eyeing him suspiciously. They apparently decided not to join them and he smiled as the doors closed on them.
“You should be ashamed of yourself.”
He heard the amusement in her voice, knew that she enjoyed it as much as he did. Butch pulled her into his arms. She came willingly, naturally. And it made sense. They needed each other like they needed the air to breathe. He pressed his lips to hers, as she slipped her hands up to his shoulders. Her fingers tangled in his hair. His head spun, desire scorched through is veins, and a drop of pre-come wet the head of his cock. The taste of her always made him lose thought. Sweet and wild, almost unattainable. But she was his, and he would prove it tonight.
As soon as the doors dinged opened, he dragged himself away from the intoxicating kiss. He rushed them through the door and stopped realizing he had no idea where to go. With one look, she read his mind.
She pulled a key card from her purse. “Ten-twenty-two.”
He grabbed it and both of them raced down the hall to the room. It took him four times to get the card to work because Gennifer kept slipping her hands into his pockets and teasing him. The door swung open causing both of them to stumble into the room. It shut behind her, and he pressed her back up against the heavy wood.
He was insane, ready to burst right then. With quick and eager hands, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Slipping his fingers beneath the hem of her dress, he hauled up the thin material. He closed his eyes and shuddered when his fingers met bare flesh. The woman had been wagging that sweet ass around with nothing on beneath the Hawaiian print. She was going to be the death of him.
Greedily, she plunged her hands into his trousers, taking hold of his erection. Butch hissed as she stroked him from the base to the tip, swiping her index finger over the head. He took her face in his unsteady hands, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks as he devoured her mouth. Thrusting his tongue between lips, he lost himself in her. The sleek texture of her mouth, the warm, sensual taste of her—not to mention the way she was stroking him—it was enough to make him embarrass himself for the first time since high school.
She released him, just in time, and he dropped to his knees. Without hesitation, he pressed his mouth against her sex. She was warm, wet and tasted of pure sin. He slid his tongue into her, slipping it up and over her clit. The low, sensual moan she released sent another jolt of heat careening through his system. Pleasure twisted through him, slipped down his spine.
With one last taste, he rose to his feet and grabbed her by the waist. Lifting her and bracing her back against the door, he pressed into her in one swift, fast, hard thrust. She hooked her legs behind his back as he began to move. With each plunge, her muscles tightened around him.
He kissed her, hard, hot, wet and fast. He looked down at her and felt his heart melt, his knees go weak. Her fair skin flushed pink, her full, sensual lips still wet from his kiss. His need for her to understand, for her to accept what was between them drove him.
“Look at me.”
Her eyelashes fluttered and her lids lifted. Her green gaze locked with his and he held it as he increased his thrusts. Soon, both of them were out of control. Her eyes blurred, her body bowed back as she screamed his name. Her completion spurred his own, as he thrust once…twice…three times more before he exploded, every muscle in his body going still as poured himself into her.
Moments later, he rested his head against her shoulder and bent his legs. They both almost fell over. Gennifer snorted then laughed as he staggered both of them over to the king-sized bed he’d not even know was in the room. He angled himself to be under her when they fell. He grunted as she landed on top of him. Within minutes, she was sleeping, her head tucked under his chin, her hand over his heart.
He followed her into dreams thinking this was an excellent way to spend an anniversary.
She shifted her weight and snuggled closer to her husband.
“Dammit, Anna, watch the elbow.”
She sighed and moved again. When he relaxed she assumed he was comfortable. “Not very nice pillow talk there, Maxwell.”
He smacked her ass and chuckled. “Saucy wench.”
Anna lifted herself up on her elbow and smiled down at him. She couldn’t help it. She was just too damn happy. The love she felt for him amazed her on a daily basis, but the fact that he felt the same way, well that sometimes damned near stunned her. And, the fact she had gotten him so crazy he didn’t get his clothes off—that was absolutely wonderful. In fact, he was still wearing them.
Her head began to itch under the wig. She pulled it off her head, tossing it on the chair next to the table.
“Ahh, I liked you as a blonde, Gennifer.”
“Kiss ass, Butch.” She pulled the pins out of her hair, allowing her unruly curls to tumble down to her shoulders. “I didn’t even get to put on my pretty new outfit.”
He pulled her up on top of him and kissed her chin. His cock was hard against her sex. She shivered, delighted that it was still this way between them, even a year after their wedding.
“Tell you what, honey.” He slipped his finger under the edge of one of her sleeves. “We can take this off and then in about another hour, I can let you get dressed again.”
His hands skimmed down to her rear end and squeezed, then rolled her over, so he was on top of her. He pressed his mouth to hers again, and just like the first time years ago, her whole body melted, her heart sang.
By the time he lifted his head, they were both breathing heavily. “Okay, not an hour, maybe two.”
She opened her mouth to protest but stopped when he ground his groin against hers. Her sex, already wet, dampened further, her body lighting up for another round of lovemaking.
Sighing, she grabbed his head and pulled him back down to her mouth. “Anything you say, Maxwell, just keep me happy.”
He was laughing when she kissed him.
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A Little Harmless Kalikimaka
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Copyright 2009, Melissa Schroeder
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“Pussy whipped.”
Chris turned off his office computer and threw a nasty look at one of his best friends Evan Chambers .
“What did you just call me?”
“You heard me.”
The smile Evan offered him told Chris he was itching for a fight. Well, dammit he wasn’t going to give it to him. He didn’t want to propose to Cynthia with a black eye or busted lip. And with Evan, there was always a chance that could happen.
“If you think I am, why did you insist on going with me to pick up the ring?”
Evan shrugged. “You were acting like you needed moral support.”
Chris did. Picking up the ring he had designed for Cynthia was the next to the final step in his plan for Christmas. They had slipped away after Cynthia left for work. And, he knew how much of a friend Evan was when he agreed to go to Kahala Mall on Christmas Eve.
But now they were back at Dupree’s, Chris’ restaurant, Chris was worried Cynthia would say no.
He knew she loved him. That he had not one doubt about. But, marriage, that was a whole other kettle of fish. She’d been engaged before, to one of his best friends. And he knew that she had been adamant that she would only marry when she felt as if she could trust a man. She trusted him…but was it enough?
“Why do you want to screw it all up with marriage?” Evan asked. He wasn’t being an ass. Evan just opposed any permanent relationships. Of course, with Evan’s childhood, Chris understood.
“I just do. I want the whole thing.”
“And if she says no?”
Chris shrugged and willed his second thoughts away. He wanted Cynthia as his wife, wanted her to be there by his side. And, he wanted children. He would do it without the ring and license if that is what she needed to be her. It had taken her a long time to find the true Cynthia and he would not do anything to damage that. It would drive him insane, but he would do it for her.
“You’re such a traditionalist,” Evan said as he chuckled.
It was a put down for anyone who lived the lifestyle. Who would think a man who lived as a switch would want all the trappings of marriage, but he did.
“What can I say? It probably has something to do with my upbringing.”
Evan clapped his hand on Chris shoulder. “Tell you what. If she turns you down, just let me know. I’ll be happy to step in, help out.”
Chris shot him a look that would have scared most men, but Evan smiled.
“Kiss ass, Chambers.”
Evan unfolded his length from one of the office chairs and stretched his arms above his head. “I gotta get going.”
“Plans?”
Evan shook his head. “I need some down time to recover from that crazy mall trip.”
Chris cocked his head and studied his friend. Something had been bothering him, but he had yet to confide in Chris.
“Are you and Micah coming over tomorrow?”
Evan and Micah were business partners and friends. Neither had family and Cynthia had adopted them in a way.
Evan rubbed his stomach. “There is no way I am missing any of the cookies your magnolia has baked. We’ll be there around noon.”
After the door shut behind Evan and Chris started thinking about his plans for the night. The only thing left to do was lock up the restaurant, pick Cynthia up from work, and then ask her to marry him.
He just hoped she said yes.
Chris stopped just inside Cynthia’s new bakery kitchen and smiled. Who would have thought the buttoned down, uptight woman he’d met in Georgia would be so happy playing in a kitchen? Her face was flush with exertion, her unruly blonde hair curling around her face. The smudge of flour on her nose added, rather than detracted, from her appearance.
Satisfaction whipped through him because he knew he was part of the reason for her happiness. It had taken them awhile and he’d almost screwed it up. But thank god for Cynthia’s patient and her love. Now, if he could keep everything he had planned for tonight a secret just a bit longer, everything would be great. He’d used subterfuge to keep his Christmas present a secret, but with it being Christmas Eve he figured he’d succeeded. Besides, he didn’t think he could wait any longer.
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