Peaches Monroe: The Return of Ursula (Short Story) (5 page)

We got to the house, up to the front door, and he swept me off my feet again.

In his arms, I asked, “Are we going to do this every day?”

He carried me over the threshold. “Every day until we get it perfect, and then maybe a few more times.”

I kissed him. “Ursula will go make bedroom ready.”

“No more stalling.” He carried me down the hall, into the master bedroom, and set me on the big bed. “You stay there. Don’t move.”

He went into the adjoining washroom and ran the water in the sink for a moment. He came out with his face scrubbed free of the vampire makeup and the fangs removed.

He carried a hairbrush, plus wash cloths and dry towels, which he set on the bed beside me.

Gently, he lifted off my black wig, removed the bobby pins holding my blond locks up, then lovingly brushed through my hair. He used the wet wash cloths to remove my dark-penciled eyebrows and other makeup.

He unzipped and peeled off my black dress, and then my underwear.

“I need a shower,” I whispered. “This stalker girl got sweaty when the security guards were interrogating her.”

His voice low and husky, he murmured, “Save your shower for later, when you’ll need it.” He used the other wet wash cloths to refresh every inch of my skin.

He dragged each damp cloth over me slowly. I melted under his touch, and then shivered when he blew air on my damp skin.

“When did you know it was me?” I asked.

“Not until I saw Mitchell. He snuck back onto the set and got my attention without alerting the guards.”

Dalton dropped the towels on the floor, removed his clothes, and kneeled before me. I sat on the edge of the bed, and both of us were completely naked.

He bowed his head and kissed one of my bare knees, and then the other.

I shivered at his kiss, even though the room was warm. He’d been so terrifying on the set, charming and seducing the actress. I could still feel his power, radiating from him.

He kept kissing my knees and murmured, “You’re quiet now.”

“Just thinking about what a good actor you are,” I said. “People probably don’t say that to you enough, because they focus on how damn gorgeous you are, but it takes more than good looks to do what you do.”

“You’re just saying that.” He moved closer, his hands on my knees, and leaned forward to kiss my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple. “It’s still nice to hear.”

“I mean it. I’ve always been a fan of yours, but it wasn’t until today, when I watched you on set, that I truly understood what you do. Everyone else was ready to call it a wrap on that scene. I could feel them giving up.”

He mouthed my breast, and gave me a growling, wordless response.

I continued, “Then you talked to the director for a minute, and I don’t know what you said, but you guys did one more take, and I could feel it. Even from across the room, I felt it.”

He gazed up at me with adoration in his emerald green eyes. “I felt it, too. When something’s right, you feel it all over.”

He went back to my breasts, and he was right. I could feel him all over.

But something was bothering me.

I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back.

“Dalton, I need to ask you something. Please don’t get angry.”

He pulled back and sat quietly, kneeling on the floor before me.

“Why would I get angry over a question?”

I bit my lip nervously. “Are you sure you didn't see me when I came into the ballroom? I swear you looked right at me. And then you looked away.”

“Around lunch time?” He ruffled his dark hair with one hand, looking boyish. “You know, for half the day I had those vampire contact lenses in. Not the all-black ones, which are the worst, but I was wearing the dark ones that make my eyesight blurry.”

I let out a sigh of relief.

Now he looked worried. “You actually thought I’d let you sit in lockup for hours?”

“To teach me a lesson.”

He kept gazing at me, only now his expression turned soft. “I would never do that.”

I looked away, because I didn’t believe him.

After two deep breaths, he said, “But I suppose that trust is something that gets earned. I know I haven’t always been honest with you.”

“I need to trust you more.”

“And I need to let you in.”

Softly, I whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes.”

He returned to kissing my legs, moving his way up from my knees to my thighs.

“And I’ll try to be a good girl,” I whispered.

He used his hands to pull my legs apart. “Why start now?”

He leaned forward and kissed my inner thigh, then gave me a love bite.

He pulled my legs farther apart, nodded in, and caressed me with his tongue. My eyes rolled up and I leaned my head back.

He licked and tickled me, murmuring sweet naughty things into my hot skin. I panted and made the little noises that drove him crazy. He stroked me with his tongue and fingers, slowly and thoroughly.

My whole body ached for him to fill me.

His tongue moved steadily, coaxing me to the edge, but not quite over.

Warm waves of pleasure rippled through me, until I was so relaxed, I fell backward on the bed, my arms stretched out to receive him.

He pulled back and gave me a few more love bites on the thighs. He climbed up onto the bed, the muscles of his powerful body defined and beautiful in the soft lamp light of the room.

My legs were still over the edge, so we took a moment to get ourselves centered on the bed.

Dalton rolled on top of me, resting on his elbows so he could look into my eyes. We stared at each other for a moment, both of us smiling, then making serious faces, then cracking up and smiling again.

I looked down at his beautiful chest—the chest that upstaged everyone on the show whenever he had a shirtless scene. I ran my finger down the center line of his muscles.

He was hard between my legs, poised at my entrance, but not going in yet. He was waiting for something.

I whispered, “When you were acting today, I really did feel it.”

He moved over to harden my other nipple with his tongue. “Like you feel this?” He closed his lips over my breast and sucked my sensitive flesh in his hot mouth.

I groaned and writhed in pleasure underneath him.

He moved up again, shifting himself over me. While he gazed into my eyes, he nudged in between my legs, parted my flesh, and slid into me. I gasped at the fullness.

We were still two people, but now we were joined.

I ran my hands up and down his muscular back, then gripped his butt and urged him deeper into me.

I pressed my lips into his. His body went hard and he pushed into me with urgency.

Pleasure radiated from our connection, and I bent my legs and lifted my knees to let him deeper. I told him with my kisses that I felt his love.

I told him with my body that I was his. We rolled over, and he knew that he was mine. Just before I reached my peak, he bucked and used his gorgeous muscles to toss me onto my back once more.

He kissed my neck, slowed down his thrusting to almost imperceptible movements, and held me tight. He barely rocked inside me, and his whole body was like one hard muscle.

My aching grew worse and worse, until it became torture. Sweet torture, but torture nonetheless.

Still, he held back, only thrusting enough to maintain the connection.

I dug my fingertips into his buttocks and begged for him to stop holding back.

“Patience,” he whispered. “We’ll get there together.”

I closed my eyes and let myself surrender. There was no hurry, nowhere we had to be. I let myself be soft in his arms, serene and calm, like the lake by his cabin.

The more I relaxed, the more the fire grew within me. I thought of us standing together at the shore of the lake, holding hands. It was far in the future, and we had children running around us, splashing around with friends and second-cousins.

My breath caught in my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut. He was inside me, and he was close to the edge. I’d been on birth control since before the wedding, but for a moment, I imagined that I wasn’t, and that he was about to burst new life into me, taking us closer to our shared future.

In my mind, I saw the faces of our beautiful children, and then I opened my eyes and I saw him. My Dalton. My gorgeous, kind, talented husband.

We were barely moving.

The dam burst.

I gasped as the pleasure shot through me. As my head exploded with light, I felt my muscles contract around him.

His dam burst, too, and we both clutched each other like two people who didn’t just need each other, but wanted each other. Liked each other. Loved each other.

Dalton and I made love to each other for the first time in L.A., on the second night in our shared house.

When we were done, there was nothing left to say.

We had a shower, and then lounged under the moonlight by the pool, feeding each other cold grapes from the fridge.

When we were refreshed, we returned to the bedroom and got a little less tender for the second round. We enjoyed each other immensely, and at one point, we made noises that sounded an awful lot like the barking sea lions we’d seen on our visit to San Francisco.

Note from NYT bestselling author Mimi Strong:
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this Peaches Monroe short story,
The Return of Ursula
.

This story fits within the timeline of book #3 in the Peaches Monroe series, titled
Starfire
. If you enjoyed this short story, you should know it’s a mere morsel compared to the epic series. Even though you’ve just read a bit from the end, you’ll still have a wild, sexy, hilarious ride along the way. The trouble Peaches gets into is truly legendary.

Click here for PEACHES MONROE book 1, STARDUST. Books 2 and 3 are also available now.