Blue Moon (10 page)

Jennifer had worn Sam’s matron of honor dress although it was a little too short, but a change of shoes had solved that problem. The fact that Sam was smaller than her sister had created the next problem. But no one seemed to care other than Brad that the dress gaped open in the back, held together with several safety pins.

Easy entrance
, Kyle had teased his friend.

On the trip to Las Vegas, he and Sam had talked about the incident that had happened two years ago. Although it had shaken their lives apart, it was the past. Still, Kyle wondered if Sam and Cathy could ever have the relationship they had had as children.

As for children, he couldn’t help further wondering if even now Sam was pregnant. Since she had been celibate for the last two years, birth control hadn’t been a concern. A fact that had thrilled him to hear, yet also brought him a measure of pain.

She had suffered.

Hell. He had suffered.

Kyle pushed the thought away and focused on the directions Mary was beating out, one after another. Twisted and posed and smiling until his jaws hurt, after about thirty minutes Sam’s mother appeared satisfied. Circling her arms around Sam, she wept. Jennifer joined them. They had an all-out cry fest.

“That woman of yours could crawl atop a wedding cake and be at home, but you, bro. You’re one ugly
mother
.”

Carl dodged Kyle’s right. He was either getting slower or his brother was anticipating his moves.

“Enough, you two.” Their mother came to Kyle’s side, throwing her arms around his waist. Tall and willowy, she almost met him eye to eye. “Are you happy, son?”

“Alison, do you even need to ask? Just look at his smile—his wife’s.” Kyle followed his father’s gaze to where Sam wiped away the last of her tears. “Samantha is beautiful, son. She reminds me of your mother on our wedding day.”

Kyle’s mother released him and walked into his father’s arms. “Oh, Kaden, don’t be silly. But she is breathtaking, Kyle. Simply breathtaking.”

Sam turned as if she knew they spoke about her and gifted him with a soft smile.

“If you will excuse me, I think I’ll take my wife to breakfast.” Kyle excused himself, stepping away.

Everyone was riding on adrenaline and no sleep, but the mood was festive as they adjourned to a private dining room. A banquet of selected breakfast foods, shrimp, cold cuts, cheese and fruits sat on a side table awaiting them. Kyle inhaled the smell of rich coffee and sighed.

Sam rubbed his back. “Tired?”

“A little, but we can sleep on the plane.”

She arched a delicate eyebrow. “Plane?”

“You didn’t tell her.” Jennifer swatted him on the arm. “She’s going to kill you. Women need time to prepare for trips like these.”

“Trips like what?” Sam’s troubled expression gave Kyle pause.

“Can I?” The gleam on Jennifer’s face said she might burst with excitement.

Kyle shrugged. “Go ahead.”

Jennifer squealed. “You’re going with us, Sammy. Rome and then England.”

Sam’s gaze flung toward Kyle. “I-I can’t go. What about my job? My apartment?”

Clearly they hadn’t thought through every detail of their future together before taking this leap.

One thing he knew about Sam was that she didn’t appreciate being pushed into anything. Kyle had to tread lightly. “Do you plan on commuting or joining Brad and me?” Mentally, he patted himself on the back for the response. This way he gave her a choice, one he was pretty sure about the outcome. Still, a little unease slithered beneath his skin.

Releasing an exasperated breath, she looked away.

Okay. Now he was beginning to worry. Kyle wanted a fulltime wife, not one he only saw on weekends. After the last two years, a separation would kill him.

The room got quiet. Had everyone heard their discussion? With baited breath it appeared everyone waited for her reaction.

“I have some vacation.” Sam paused as if still thinking. “My neighbor can water my plants.”

Kyle wasn’t getting a good feeling about the direction her thoughts were heading.

Sam spun back around to him and placed her hand on his arm. “Kyle?”

A knot formed in his throat.

Then she grinned, raising her shoulders. “I’ll quit. When we get to Rome, I’ll call.”

Kyle released the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and swept her into his arms. “You’ll be happy, Sam. I promise.”

Gazing deep into his eyes, she smiled. “I’m already happy. When do we leave?”

The flight had been long, but Sam had slept most of the way. Even now as she stared out of the window of the Hotel Pantheon, an elegant eighteenth-century building in the heart of Rome, her body ached, her limbs needing to stretch.

Below her the old pedestrian street was quiet. Dimly lit lampposts threw off shadows in the night, giving an almost eerie feel of ghosts of the past. Just a short walk from the hotel was the Pantheon. They had passed it on their arrival. The majestic temple erected to worship all the gods of Ancient Rome was magnificent. Everywhere she looked there was a story. Even the walls of their small room gave off a musky scent and lent authenticity to the history surrounding her. A shudder raced up her spine.

She startled when Kyle grasped her from behind, sliding his warm palms up and down her arms. “You cold?”

“No. Just thinking.”

“About me?”

Sam didn’t answer. Instead, she turned, facing him, going up on tiptoes to press her lips to his.

“Hmmm…” he hummed. “I like where your thinking is going.”

With a flick of his fingers, the strap of her satin nightgown fell off her shoulder. His moist lips traced the path of his hand. When he attempted to drag the other strap off, she took several steps backward.

Holding her gown in place, she turned her back on him. Through half shuttered eyelashes, she glanced back at him and let the strap drop. In a silky flow, she allowed the lingerie to slip, nice and slow. The shiny material paused at her waist, but only briefly as she shimmied it over her hips, slithering past her thighs to circle her feet on the floor.

Tonight she wore another thong, but nothing else. The little scrap of material got the response she was looking for.

Kyle growled, but remained rooted where he stood.

So you need more enticement.

Taking her time, she peeled the panties off. Sam smiled when the evidence of his arousal tented the front of his shorts.

Oh yeah… He was interested.

Spreading her feet, she locked her knees and bent over to drag her fingertips along the carpeted floor. That’s when Kyle moved. In seconds she was standing upright, his hard body pressed to her back.

“You little vixen.” His hand smoothed over her shaved mons, before caressing up her belly to cup her breasts. “I should take you, hard and fast.”

Sam met his gaze over her shoulder. “Do it,” she cooed. “Take me now.”

She didn’t have to ask again. Kyle swept her off her feet, cradling her against his chest, taking the necessary steps to close the distance between them and the queen-size bed. The sheets were already turned back and were cool as he gently laid her upon them.

Staring at him, she couldn’t help wondering if he was as hard as she was wet. She didn’t have to wait long to discover the truth. Thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, he slid them down his legs and kicked them aside.

Sam breathed in the sight of him. Masculine. Hard. Ready. His cock arched proudly against his belly. Already a glisten of pearly come anointed the mushroom head. She held out her arms and he climbed on the bed, his naked body sliding seductively next to hers. Just the touch of his skin against hers set her afire. Sharp tingles burst in each nipple and spread fast through her breasts, now heavy and achy. Desire dampened her thighs.

This man was her husband. The thought made her breath catch. She turned to him and pressed her lips to his. His mouth was a contradiction, both soft and firm.

“Thank you,” he murmured against her mouth.

“For what?”

“Marrying me.”

Sam nudged his shoulders, pushing his back against the mattress. He went willingly. His hungry gaze watched her intently as she threw a leg over his hips and settled against his rigid erection. Slowly and deliberately, she glided her pussy over him, greeting him with her juices while she rocked, back and forth.

“It was my pleasure.” Her voice had become throaty, a whisper of seduction.

His large hands smoothed up her legs, starting at the bend of her knee and stopping at her waist. A wisp of controlled strength sent goose bumps across her flesh.

“Ride me, baby.” He moaned, before reaching for her breasts that swayed with each little movement.

Sharp fingernails grazed his chest. When she dragged them across his nipples, he growled, raising her. Without further thought of foreplay, he forced her body to accept his.

As his cock parted her slit, spread her wide, the inner muscles of her pussy flexed, caressing and sucking him deeper. Then she pulled back so that the head of his shaft stood poised at her entrance, and paused. Drawing out the anticipation of taking him again into her swollen heat, she finally eased back down his shaft.

“Damn, woman. So hot and tight.”

Grinding her hips into his, she squirmed against him, loving the feel of his cock rubbing against the walls of her sex, an itch developing that only he could scratch. She rode him nice and slow and then doubled the pace. The angle and the pressure on her clit were too much. Light splintered the darkness behind her eyelids. Sam began to tremble. She had to back off or she’d lose it.

As she attempted to rise, Kyle’s grip on her hips tightened. He pinned her to him, bucking beneath her, increasing the rhythm, increasing the pleasure.

“Kyle! I’m too close. Stop.” She wouldn’t last. Couldn’t wait for him. He had to let her go.

“Reach for it, baby.” His hips did something that made her core ripple around him. “We have all night.”

“Please.” Yet surrender was in her weakened tone, in her actions as she bore down upon him, found that sweet spot and ground against it.

A volley of tremors shook her to the core. She gasped. Exploded. Tossing back her mane of hair, she screamed. Shards of lightning ripped through her, jerking her body. Uncontrollable spasms refused to release her. When they did, emotion welled in her eyes.

Sam blinked, forcing back the tears stinging her eyes. “I love you,” she choked.

He tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. “I know, baby. I love you too.”

Sam collapsed atop him. Skin slick with perspiration met hers. His masculine essence teased her senses as he nipped her shoulder, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone before feathering kisses up her neck. Before their mouths met, he flipped her over and draped her with his weight.

A finger slid over her nipple and he watched as it tightened into a needy bud. Gently, he kneaded her breasts. “Now it’s my turn.” He wagged his brows. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”

The man was true to his words, moving between her legs and laying on his belly between her thighs. Looking up her length, he grinned behind sensual lashes.

And then he lowered his head.

The touch of his tongue against her hot flesh was a slow, intimate caress. “Mmmm…” he hummed, sending vibrations deep into her core.

Weaving her fingers through his hair, she held him close. Used him as an anchor against the promising storm he was building inside her. A finger eased into her. Her pulse jumped. Cream flooded her pussy. She could feel it seeping from her opening, slick and thick. Flattening his tongue, he lapped at the nectar and then pressed against her clit, sending a shot of white-hot lightning up her channel.

“Kyle!”

“Yes, baby.” He dipped his tongue into her, sucking as he finger-fucked her.

Sam squirmed beneath him, her body tensing. Damn him. Kyle knew what he was doing to her. She was going to lose it again.

“I need you inside me,” she cried.

His movements were that of a predator, slow and calculating. He inched up her body.

Rich, warm laughter stroked her ear. And then his hips came forward. In a single thrust he buried himself deep inside her. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”
Oh yes
.

A sharp kick of arousal tightened her womb.

“God, Sam. That feels good.” His husky voice sent shivers cascading down her spine. The burning pleasure that streaked across his expression was her undoing.

A fever of lust shrouded her in sudden heat.

He pressed his forehead against hers. His cock was iron-hard, plunging hard and fast between her thighs. His hands gripped her hips, almost bruising in their strength. The pleasure was so exquisite her pussy clenched with his pounding rhythm.

Miniature explosions sparked inside her. She arched. Shuddered. Fingernails biting into his back, she came apart in his arms. A long, low cry followed the pleasure screaming through her body.

Sam gasped for air.

His cock throbbed, pulsing as if it tried to bury deeper. Kyle groaned as he joined her. It was total surrender. Raw intimacy. The selfless act of giving one’s body and soul, and he belonged to her.

In the tranquil aftermath, she cuddled close, loving the way his hand caressed her back, fingers playing with her hair. His lips occasionally brushed hers as if he couldn’t quite get enough of her.

“Are you happy, Sam?”

She adjusted her position so that they came eye to eye.

“Happier than I have ever been. Shall I show you?” Slowly, she moved down his body, between his thighs and proceeded to do just that.

About the Author

A taste of the erotic, a measure of daring and a hint of laughter describe Mackenzie McKade’s novels. She sizzles the pages with scorching sex, fantasy and deep emotion that will touch you and keep you immersed until the end. Whether her stories are contemporaries, futuristics or fantasies, this Arizona native thrives on giving you the ultimate erotic adventure.

When not traveling through her vivid imagination, she’s spending time with three beautiful daughters, three devilishly handsome grandsons and the man of her dreams. She loves to write, enjoys reading and can’t wait ’til summer. Boating and jet skiing are top on her list of activities. Add to that laughter and if mischief is in order—Mackenzie’s your gal!